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BY HOYT & CO. ANDERSON, S. 0., THURSDAY, JULY 27, 1876. _ VOL. XII-NO. 2. RATES OF SUBSCRIPTION.?Trro Dollars per annum, and One Dollah for six months. ? r ? Subscriptions are not taken for a leu period than six months. Liberal deductions made to clubs of ten or more subscribers. RATES OF ADVERTISINO.-Ono Dollar per -Square ol one inch for the first insertion, and Fifty ?Cents per square for subsequent insertions less than -three months. No advertisement counted less than a square. Liberal contracts will be madewlththose wishing to advertise for three, sii or twelvo months. Ad ? vertialngby contract must be confined to the im? mediate Business of the firm or individual contrac? ting. Obituary Notices exceeding fire lines, Tributes of Respect, and ail personal communications or matters of Individual interest, will be charged for at advertising rates. Announcements of marriages and deaths, and notices of a religious character, are .respectfully solicited, and will be Inserted gratis.' WHEN SAMMY COMES IN. By yon public ball, at the close of the day, There stood a white man and his head it ; - was grey, And thus he rebuked the Ttepublic?n din? "There'll never be peace till Sammy comes in. "Our country's half ruined with sectional Though, the war is long over its debts are deep scars? 3fay, wounds opened fresh by the vampires of sin? .And they'll never stop bleeding till Sammy comes in. '"The people are victims of thieves in high place. Whose deeds are exposed to eternal disgrace; Still with Hayes they are hoping, dull cattle, to win, But their mow will be musty when Sammy comes in. "Our fathers, by tyrants and tories of yore, Were stung to the courage that all men adore. If the sons arc as free as the sires that have been, They'll rise in their might and make Sammy come in. '"All hail to the new revolution, whose chief, .As honest as Washington, brings us relief; The shark of Long Branch, with his friends and his kin, Are soon going out, and then Sammy comes T OUR CENTENNIAL LETTER. * The Government Building?Army and Marine .MoN8TR.d8rrrES?Ikdi ? an Relics?Rich Ores?Wonder? ful Machinery?Workings of the * Post Office Department. ' Specie! Cbrrupondcnce oj the Anderson Intelligencer. Philadelphia, July 20,1876. I did..think at firsi that I would go systematically through tie different buildings of the Exhibition, finishing one^rp before I began with another; but it is dreadfully tiresome work to continue wri?hg^rin-one "subject, no matter how absorbing the interest, so; for the future, I have concluded to move wherever my inclination leads?perhaps one or two days in the. Government Building, and several visits to Machinery Hall. I will not forget .the Ladies' Department, nor the many isolated points of interest that go to make up' this wonderful Exhibi? tion. My advice to a visitor to the Centen? nial is, don't forget to examine the Gov? ernment buildings. Here are models of ships, elegant and clean cot, fore and aft, that look as though they would cleave the water like an arrow; pigmy moni? tors, defying shot and shell; villainous looking torpedoes, whose mission is to send whole ship-loads of poor devils to Davy Jones' locker; rifled cannon, whose chief delight is to knock spots out of an enemy nine or ten miles away; and shot and . shell of indescribable power and ?destructibility, - the very contemplation of which is filled with visions of man? gled legs and arms, and all the horrors that surround the dreadful panoply of .war. One thing made me mad. Here was the great American Nation coming up to a World's Exhibition, and yet in its representations of the plastic art I doubt if such libelous abominations were ever conceived before in the heavens above, or the earth beneath, or the wa? ters that are under the earth. Such soldiers, sailors and mariners were never seen since the world, began. One repre? sentative of the Marine Corps stands at the southeast door; he looks as though he had been fed for ten years on sour milk and cabbage. He has a frightened look, as though he had first received the shock of a giant torpedo in the rear, and was about to retreat in double-quick time. Another brave soldier looks as though he was slowly recovering from an attack of acute colic, and was anxiously watching the approach of returning symptoms; and still another gallant tar looks as though he had been knocked on his beam ends, and was emphatically going off upon his ear. Disgusted at the vile libels on our sol? diers and sailors, I wandered down to the Indian collection till I came to a case containing some murderous-looking war clubs; they were all knotty and gnarled, and looked as if they would crush in a man's skull like an egg-shell. I am not naturally sanguinary, but my fingers itched to get hold of one of those clubs. Then I should want some one to catch for me the Secretary of the Navy, the jolly Robeson, and the late Secretary of War, Mr. Belknap, and unmindful of their eminent services, I think I should take exquisite delight in braining tbem with one of those war clubs. Shades of Decatur, Perry and Lawrence! if per? mitted to look down from above, what must be your righteous indignation as you contemplate these murderous effigies ' of the noble American sailors? Ghost of brave old Farragut, haunt this lubber? ly Secretary till Ihese libels on our hon? est tars are removed; and you, brave men, who went down with the Cumber? land, rattle your white bones aronnd his couch at night as a punishment for the disgrace which these vile effigies inflict on our soldiers and sailors. Stir him up with pitch-forks and all sorts of uncom? fortable things till they are hidden from sight, and the Government building is relieved from the infamy of their pres? ence. There are some exceedingly inge? nious and marvellous machines here that seem to be almost gifted with human intelligence; but it is more than this, for human intelligence is subject to mistake, but these machines never err. Look at the cflpelope machine which stands near the poet office, it is indeed a marvel of marvels. A dainty little lady sits beside it in an easy-chair; she looks the picture of serene comfort, and well she may, for she has nothing to do but to enjoy her? self at the government expense. Occa? sionally, for amusement, she may take out a loose bundle of envelopes to fan herself with, but the machine does all the work. Describe it, I can't. All I can say is, that you put in a bundle of paper and it comes out first-ciass envel? opes. Bight across the hall is the most splen did collection of American woods ever congregated in one exhibition?oak, ma? ple, cherry, pine, spruce, cedar, and, in fact, all the woods known to the Ameri? can Continent. Still farther on we have the display of the Patent Office Depart? ment, stored with its wonderful revela? tions of genius. All sorts of incompre? hensible machines crowd these cases? machines, the story of whose conception and completion would be the saddest of all sad histories, for long and weary lives were worn out in their invention, and the inventors perished, like the prophet of old, in sight of the promised land. The Indian collection is especially fine, and to its consideration I would direct the attention of all who visit the Centennial. It is not merely the collec? tion of arms and dresses, but the com? plete historic links, which carry you back ages before the white men set foot upon the American Continent Giant carvings are there, representing the most hideous of all heathen deities?monstrous conceptions monstrously worked out?and yet, in general classification, belonging to the same family .of Titanic gods that guard the mouldering palaces of Nineveh and Thebes. Not the least interesting portion of the Exhibition is the grand collection of negatives from which were taken Prof. Hayden'a views of the Yel? lowstone.* Indian life in every phase is here, and views of those wonderful ruins, the discovery of which has awakened such interest among our archaeologists. The collection of ores is one of especial merit?California, Nevada, Oregon, Col? orado , and Utah being, represented.? These cases contain wealth untold, and we might think that gold and silver were the kings of the earth if it were not that, close by the gold and silver exhibit, we find ourselves .in the presence' of King Iron. Talk of your kings and emperors! No majesty so potent as iron. Go through the halls of this great Exhibi? tion, and, turn where you will, iron, iron confronts you everywhere. Yon look at some wondrous product of the loom; you admire the splendor of its figures and the beauty of its colors; you go back to the loom where it was created, and you find it all of iron. Directly or indi? rectly, it enters into the composition or production of everything you see or use; and I said to myself, "'It is neither gold nor silver nor cotton, but iron is king." In another part of the building is a great collection of fishes, many of them admirably prepared. In fact, I almost wished that the same individual who stuffed the fishes had been engaged to stuff the sailors and marines. I com? mend this matter to the respectful atten? tion of the Secretary of the American Navy. The machines used in the pro? duction of cannon, rifles, guns, pistols, etc., are also well represented. There is also a machine for the preparation of cartridges. This is one of tho self-feed? ing machines, where the happy guardian of it has nothing to do but pick his teeth and. fan himself, and he looks all the time as if he was trying to invent some ma? chine to absolve him from these onerous duties. Lathes for turning gun-stocks are there, and others for rifling all sorts of firearms, mnrderous-looking mitrail? leuses, and rakish Gatling guns meet you at every corner. Looking on our guns, our defences, and our ships, the average American comes to the comfortable con? clusion that the country is entirely safe; and if they can only reproduce in suffi? cient numbers Buch soldiers, sailors and marines as they have here in effigy, no foreign foe would dare molest us, for they would frighten the devil himself. The weather has been simply frightful, the thermometer ranging as high as 103? in the shade. While I write, miniature bridal veils are coursing down my back, and young Niagaras are surging from my manly brow. The Peace Congress has been in session for the last three days, and yesterday a resolution was introduced that war is played out I am really glad of it, for I couldn't fight now worth a cent?a two year old boy could lick me and not half try. The pretty cadets have all gone back to West Point, and our Chestnut street belles are in de? spair. Dom Pedro has deserted us; but a merciful Providence, just in the nick of time, sent us Don Carlos, and we are happy?not much, to be sure, after such an emperor as Dom Pedro; but will do till we can catch something more sub? stantial. The heat of the weather has materially affected the. number of visi? tors, the falling off being several thou? sand a day. We look anxiously for a falling barometer, with commensurate returns at the turnstiles; and, dreaming of future beautitude with skates, snow? balls, and sleigh-bells, I am yours truly, BROADBRIM. An Honest Convict.?At Des Moines, Iowa, a few months ago, in a moment/of passion, a voting man of up? right character, named Morris Spangler, killed a mate with whom he had hitherto been on friendly terms. It was believed there were extenuating circumstances which would prevent a verdict against him, but he was convicted, and sentenced to the penitentiary for two years. He asked leave of the sheriff to visit his parents, who lived a few miles from the city, promising to return so as to go with the other prisoners on the day when they were to be removed. The sheriff accept? ed his promise. He went home, and bade all his friends and schoolmates fare? well, leaving with them various keep? sakes, gathered together his school books, and returned promptly, and was con? veyed to prison. He took hiB books, saying he should make a man of himself while he was there. A Child'sMoeningPrayer?Some one asks why there is not a morning prayer for children corresponding to the evening petition, "Now I lay me down to sleep." The New York World replies that there is such a petition, and this is it: "Now I wake and see the light, Tis God has kept me all the night. To Him I lift my voice and pray That He will keep me all the day." LETTER FROM GEN. BUTLER. A Searching Review of the "Hamburg Horror." Edgefield. S. C. July 16,1876. Editors Journal of Commerce: The high joint commission, consisting of Wm. Stone, Carpet Bag Attorney General, and the Mulatto Adjutant-Gen? eral of the State, Purvis, have lately visited Hamburg to investigate the "Horror," and the former bas made his "report." Why Governor Chamberlain should have subjected the State to the expense, and these two dignitaries to the trouble, of going to Hamburg, is some? what surprising. When we read the "re? port," and consider the data from which it is made, the ex-parte statements of lying negroes and tine partial, partisan and false conclusions of its facile author, the suggestion arises, whv the affidavits were not written out in Columbia, made to order there, and sent by express to be executed without limit by the dusky affiants of that renowned rendezvous, Hamburg. This plan would have an? swered the purpose of the outrage manu? facturers, and their hireling newspaper champions, just as well. If this so-called Attorney-General had been in pursuit of the truth, why did he confine his inquiries to the besotted negroes, and a few perjured white men who had instigated them into an armed insurrection against the laws of the coun? try, the rights and property of its citizens, and the safety and peace of that commu? nity? If acting within the perview of the duties incident to the high position in the State, to which the accidents of war have elevated him, why did he so hastily conclude his investigation before getting at the real facts of this unfortu? nate emute, and rush into print with a report pregnant with partisanship, and fragrant with the odor of Radical false? hood ? If his hireling champions of the press had desired to present to the public a truthful account ana a fair representation of the "Hamburg Horror," why did their accommodating reporters seek for publi? cation the statements of euch worthies as "Dock" Adams, Prince Rivers, Gardner, and other negroes of that i.'k, and avoid sources of information which could have thrown light, at least, upon the subject of inquiry. Why should these champions of Radi? cal outlaws, these bolsterers of the wan? ing fortunes of one of the most infamous, imbecile governments that the world has ever known, so "swiftly denounce" the white men engaged in the merited chas? tisement of this body of armed outlaws, bandits and robbers, as "fiends," "cow? ards," etc., and have not one word of con demation for the outlaws, bandits and robbers themselves. Why have the edi? tors and reporters of these malignant sheets lashed themselves into spasms of horror and shame and mortification at the death of a few of these armed outlaws, and find in their hearts not a feeling of regret or sorrow at the death of that splendid, fearless and honorable young man, McKie Merriweather, who was murdered in cold blood by these same outlaws. I can point out just twenty misstatements of facts in this "Re? port," which could have been easily avoided if the doughty Attorney-General had taken the trouble to arrive at the truth. As he recommends a judicial in? vestigation, and sundry threats of arrests have been made by certain valiant knights of the quill, who I presume will volunteer to play constable for that pur Sse, I will reserve my exposure of these sehoods for that interesting occasion. Upon the heads of those charged with the execution of the laws, rests the re? sponsibility for this collision. If it is true that Governor Scott placed these arms and this ammunition in the hands of these ignorant people, it was a crime against them and the white people that he did so. It was a crime in Governor Moses to have allowed them to remain in their hands. And it was more than a crime in Governor Chamberlain, in the light of his experience upon that subject. It was a cruel and inexcusable wrong, an unpardonable sin against the peace of the country and the lives of the people, that he should have allowed these guns and ammunition to remain in their hands. The jurisdiction and powers of a Trial Justice are large and the responsibility proportionally increased, at an important point on our border, like Hamburg; and a man of the greatest discretion, fidelity and firmness, could and should have been procured to fill the office; but instead of that, this man, Prince Rivers, wholly un? fit for so important a station, is the only acting Trial Justice in Hamburg, and I believe the next nearest in Aiken County is about twelve miles distant. Now, if there had been a Trial Justice accessible, who would have given Mr. Robert Butler justice, when, like a law abiding man, as he is, he appealed to him to protect members of his family against this so-called militia, this "Hor? ror" would never have beeu chronicled. Not only does he not afford him pro? tection, but the ruffianly constable of this Trial Justice, one Bill Nelson, a copper colored negro, insults me as his attorney when I approached him in a perfectly re? spectful manner, to enquire about the whereabouts of the Trial Justice, in order to begin the investigation. I was more? over baffled and trifled with for hours by this Trial Justice, and his negro asso? ciates, until this armed company of out? laws had time to concentrate in their armory, where they could successfully maintain their attitude of armed insur? rection, armed with guns which this same Prince Rivers admitted in my presence had been taken from him by these ne? groes without authority. The town had a negro intendant, negro aldermen, negro marshals. It was almost a terror to every white man whose busi? ness required him to pass through it. They had harbored thieves and criminals from every direction. They had arrested and fined some of the best and most peaceable citizens for the most trivial offences against their ordinances?some for drinking out of a spring adjacent to the highway. One young man was fired upon, the ball passing through his hat, arrested, dragged to prision and heavily fined, because his horse shied on the edge of a sidewalk. An old man was arrested, insulted, and fined, because his horse turned on the sidewalk as he was in the act of mounting. Market wagons, camping within five or six miles of the town, have been robbed night after night, Cattle had been stolen and run into this place and sold. Stolen goods have been systematically received here, the parties knowing them to be stolen. For nights previous to the collision, unoffending white citizens were halted by the pickets of these militiamen, armed with State funs, and stationed on the highways, n one instance, five or six of them had scraped their bayonets on the pailinga of a gentleman, and upon his remonstrance cursed and abused him in the hearing of bis wife and some visiting ladies. The uames of all these persons can be given. Why did this Attorney-General and these "swift denouncing" newspapers not put themselves to some trouble to ascer? tain the provocations on both sides. That this was not a company of State militia, but a band of negroes organized contrary to law, or without the authority of law, who had taken the State property without authority, that "Company A, Ninth Regiment National Guard of the State of South Carolina," had been dis? banded for several years, and that this band had usurped their organization without authority that they had not only unlawfully and riotously obstructed the public highway, but had broken up a civil court, defied its process, apd resisted its mandates, and insulted its officers, and riotously threatened the lives of peaceable citizens. Why do they not publish the fact that a certain white man, who lives in tbat Town of Hamburg, and publishes a Radi? cal paper in Columbia for circulation in Georgia, was seen on the train going to? wards Columbia on the Thursday even? ing previous, and returned, as is strongly suspected, with ammunition for these ne? groes ? Why have they not reported that this same maa said to the negroes after the altercation on the streets on the 4th of July, between this so-called Militia Com? pany and young Butler and Geizen, tbat they (the negroes) ought to have shot Geizen to death, and beat Butler's brains out with the butts of their guns f and that he incontinently fled like a mis? chievous cur, when the storm, which he had brewed, burst upon the offending negroes. Why they have not reported all of these provocations I cannot conceive, ex? cept upon the hypothesis, that they are paid to lie, and to slander, and misrepre? sent the white people of this State for political effect. They say that the demand was made upon the negroes for the arms without authority of justification. Why had not any citizen or number of" citizens, the right to demand them ? Prince Rivers, a Brigadier or Major General of Militia, had said publicly that they were taken from him without au? thority. These negroes had assembled riotously; Were in a state of armed re? sistance to the laws, and any citizen or number of citizens had the right to dis? perse the rioters and suppress the riot, and to use just so much force as was necessary to accomplish it, and if every negro engaged in the riot had been killed in the suppression, it would have been excusable, if not justifiable. The tribunal of the written law had been applied to, and ignomiuiously failed. Delay would have been fatal to the safety of the lives,* families and prop? erty of the unoffending, peaceable citi? zens. Prompt, short, sharp and decisive action was necessary; under the dictates of that unwritten, inalienable law, known as self-preservation, the first of all laws. Some there may have been, who were glad of an opportunity to punish those who had accumulated wrongs, insults and outrages upon them, such as I have enumerated. I can sympathize with them, if I cannot approve such a means of vindication. I have upon a previous occasion ex flained how and why I was in Hamburg, did nothing there which I regret, or for which I have any apologies to make, and would do again just what I then did. I might have avoided the storm by fleeing from it. But I conceived tbat I had certain duties to perform, and I was not brought up in that school which allows any man to desert his friends and clients when they are in danger, and their families and property in jeopardy. I am indifferent to the opinion 01 those howl? ing hypocrites, and ask no favors at their hands, and shall grant none. Their threats of United States soldiers have no terrors for me or the people of Edgefield. We have had these soldiers with us and have no objection to their coming again. We have found the officers gentlemen as a general thing,-and the men orderly and law-abiding, and tbey will do no more than execute their orders and enforce the laws. I invite a judicial investigation, and am prepared to submit to the arbitrament of the law; and such is the feeling, as far as I.have been able to learn, of every white man who is in auy way connected with the affair. The white men of this country have some rights which the ne? groes are bound to respect. They have no other feeling for them, than kindness and pity. Kindness for their loyalty to our families during the war, and pity that they will permit themselves to be made the tools of bad, mischievous, de? signing white men and mulattoes. So long as they obey the laws, every honora? ble man of the country will feel bound to protect and encourage them in happiness and prosperity. Very respectfully yours, M. C. Butler. Successful farming. The first aim and purpose of every business man, whether he is a farmer or a merchant, is to make money. There may be, of course, other motives connec? ted with this,- but undoubtedly the lead? ing object and incentive to action is money. This may seem like taking a low or sordid view of the subject, but if rightly considered, it is not. The law of our nature that impels every man to make his business a source of gain, is unquestionably sound and wise, and all that remains for us is to regulate our conduct in harmony with that law. The man who pursues farming for any other purpose than to make it pay, is simply an exception to a general rule, and his success or failure is of little con? sequence to the world. But the intelli? gent farmer who perceives that under all the doubts and difficulties of his voca? tion, there still remains a clear margin of profit, who steadily works out his con? viction to a tangible result, and the con? queror's final success, proves his good sense as well as his capacity, and by de velqping the possibilities of his business sheds light upon it that gives a new value, not only to his own farm, but to every farm in the county. The world never grudges to such a man the honest fruits of his labor, for his example is a public heritage beyond price. He shows that the occupation which feeds the human race is able to renumerate those who engage in it; that the successful farmer, while gradually accumulating an honorable independence, is helping to reduce the price of bread to the hungry. And this, be it observed, is not a mere abstraction, but a great ag? ricultural fact. The farmer, for example, who succeeds in getting a larger yield of corn, from an acre, and at a lower cost per bushel than ever before, thereby contributes to di? minish the market pricegaa well as to increase the abundance mt only of this cereal, but of nearly all the products of husbandry. If he has been accustomed to get thirty bushels of corn from an acre, at a cost of fifty cents per bushel, which has been the experience of many farmers, and if by persistent effort, he works out a method that gives sixty bushels at forty cents, which has also been the experience of some, then his net profit, on a market price of seventy cents per bushel, is 300 per cent, greater than before. But this is not all. A saving in the cost of corn indicates a corresponding reduction in the cost of beef and pork, of mutton and wool, of milk, butter and cheese, poultry and eggs. I THE NEW JERSEY VENDETTA. Three Fiends in Human Shape?Inno? cent Men Butchered for Imaginary Wrongs. The city of Newark, N. J., was recent? ly convulsed with horror and excitement over the murderous work of three despe? radoes, who shot eight innocent men, killing four of them, and then were stabbed and stoned to death by infuriated workmen as they attempted to escape. The New York Herald gives the annexed history of this remarkable and tragic affair: About three years ago'.there was em? ployed at Thomas H. Dawson's patent leather factory, corner of River and Mad son streets, a man nanifed Albert Thil horn, a peaceable, weltedisposed work? man. Soon he was 'rjoined by two brothers. Charles and Adolph. These ?roved decidedly less quiet and tractable, 'hey brought with them some $1,500, the value of a small estate left them by their parents. The possession of this money seems to have made them exceedingly over-bearing and disposed to take um? brage at every slight. They w.ent to work at Dawson's with Albert. The old hands called the new comers "green? horns" in a joking manner. This annoy? ed Charles and Adolph so that in about two weeks they, together with Albert, the elder brother, left the factory. Some say they were discharged, but this the foreman at Dawson's denies. While employed in the factory the brothers loaned a man named Weitzel some $70. After their departure they earned for themselves a pretty bad name, Albert even having changed his peaceable dis? position to that of a rowdy. One day the two stopped Mr. Charles W. Meyer, Dawson's foreman, and in an angry, menacing manner demanded the money borrowed by Weitzel. Of that he knew nothing, but told them he would see Weitzel about it. He did so, and the re? sult was that the money was all paid over in instalments. Meanwhile the brothers led a very loose life. They sought no employment and spent their time in beer, drinking, sraokine and carousing. They hired rooms at No. 101 Jackson street from Mr. Peter Miller and lived there, keeping bachelor's hall in a rude, un? couth way. One day, as if Weitzel had not paid them a cent, Charley, the young? est of the brothers, waylaid the former on the canal bridge, near the factory, and demanded more money from him. Weit? zel refused and Charles assaulted him atrociously. But for a tin dinner can, which Weitzel carried, he would have been stabbed to the heart. *As it was he was wounded. The result of this was the arrest of all three of the brothers. Charles was sent for six months to State Prison. This was about a year or eigh? teen months ago. Then it was that the brothers vowed vengeance on Weitzel and every one who had been in any way instrumental in consigning Charles to the doom of a convict. That this threat was no idle one is proven by the facts of the dreadful slaughter yesterday, and by the additional fact that a target, well riddled with pistol shots, was found in the rooms occupied by the Thilhorns. Of,'late they have been in many ways Seatly disturbing certain workmen in awson's factory, Mr. Charles W. Meyer being their special bete noire. Threaten? ing letters they wrote him in great num? bers. It seems that they were equally troublesome to Mr. Moftatt, a ward tax collector. Whenever he appeared at the place for arrears of taxes they would seize a razor and begin sharpening it, and acting in such a manner as to almost frighten the life out of the poor official, and start him off without his taxes. Moffatt and Meyer held counsel, and to? gether they went to the Police Court on Wednesday and lodged a complaint of disorderly conduct against the brothers. Meyers was the complainant and Moffatt the nitness. A warrant was issued by Justice Jessup for the arrest of the Thilhorns. It was placed for execution in the hands of Officer Benjamin Elsden, one of the newest appointees on the police force. Yesterday, about one o'clock, Elsden, accompanied by Officer Albert Dickerson, one of the few colored policemen of Newark, proceeded to exe? cute the warrant. They arrived at the house where the Thilhorns resided be? tween one and two o'clock. Dickerson EOBted himself in the alley near the ouse, while Elsden entered it. He first ascertained from the people who own the house and reside on the ground floor that the men were in. The brave officer sprang up the stairs and knocked at the door of the Thilhorns' apartments. "Who's there ?" said a voice from with? in. "A friend; open the door," said the officer. The door was opened and the officer showed his warrant. Instantly the door was shut in his face. He de? manded its reopening in the name of the law and called for Dickerson to assist him. Before Dickerson had time to re? spond the door was opened, and as soon as the officer entered it closed a second time. Before the gallant fellow could look about him in the room he fell to the floor shot through the heart. He had been twice shot at besides. Two young women, Mrs. Vanderhoof and Mrs. Georgianna Reynolds, sisters and daugh? ters of the owner of the house, Mr. Miller, sat in the room underneath where this tragedy occurred. They heard the heavy fall on the floor above of the slaughtered policeman and were fright? ened almost to death. Mrs. Vanderhoof darted out into the yard, while her sister, Mrs. Reynolds, remained in the house, paralyzed with fear. Presently down stairs dashed one of the Thilhorns and through the lower apartments. He seemed crazed, and levelled his great navy revolver at the defenceless female. He fired, but fortunately the ball only grazed her head. Out into the street the ruffian next darted, followed by his brothers. Dickerson, the black police? man, fled before them. They shot him in the back, the ball entering the left side of the backbone, glancing upward through the lungs. The villains next shot and seriously wounded a Mr. John Cahill, residing next door, who ran out from his dinnei to see what the noise was about. Cahill had not raised a finger or spoken a word to the ruffians. All this occurred in a great deal less time than it has taken to narrate the bare facts. The desperadoes appeared to be regularly possessed with a murder devil. Down Jackson street they dashed like a trio of savages, a largo crowd after them, keeping, however, a respectful dis? tance from the revolver-armed madmen. It was close to two o'clock when they sprang across the canal bridge and up into the second floor of Dawson's factory. They sung out for Meyers, but before a reply could be given they began to make a havoc among the workmen nearest them. Charles Fischer, assistant fore? man, and one of their assumed enemies, was nearest to them. Thrice they shot at him. One ball pierced Fischer's heart, and he fell dead instantly. They next shot John Albers, a young work? man, son-in-law of Meyers. He was shot in the head, lungs and arm. He lived only a few hours. Meyers, fortunately, was in a far off part of the factory, so that although they shot at him repeated? ly, they did not hit him. They made a dash for the workmen up stairs in the third floor, but rfy this time?and it was but a few minutes subsequent to their entrance?the workmen rallied with knives and stones and drove the mur? derers down into the street. Albert, the eldest Thilhorn, had a revolver in each hand; the other two one each. At the foot of the stairs they shot at a workman named Frederick Slutz and struck him, but his wound was only a scalp-scrape. Then ensued a thrilling scene. The workmen in the factory, to the number of about thirty, maddened at the spectacle of the dead Fischer and the dying Albers, seized long knives used in their business and charged the murderous trio. On they drove them, along River street, between the Morris and Essex Canal and the Passaic River, the Th.il horns turning every now and then in their flight to fire a vqjjey into the crowd of pursuers. The latter were too far be? hind to be hurt. Finally the murderers were forced into a corner?the fence against Balback's place and a great bank of oyster'shells, together with the ap? proaching workmen forming an enclosure from which there was no escape except by the river. The brothers waited tul the workmen were nearly upon them, and then were driven into the river. As he was going overboard, Charley, the youngest, levelled and fired his revolver at John Weiss. The ball missed Weiss. Not so the -knife of Weiss, which nearly severed Charley's right hand. The two were then literally stoned to death in the water. Up to five o'clock the only body found was that of Charles Thilhorn. It presented a ghastly spectacle, an ugly wound on the head, showing that he had been stoned as well as killed. The body was taken to Comptain's morgue. It lay there not far from that of the murdered white policeman Elsdeu?the murdered almost alongside his murderer. It was a ghastly, a horrible sight. Fischer's body was taken to his late home. Dickerson was removed to St. Michael's hospital, where he died during the evening. John Albers also died, so that the following is the list of dead and wounded: Benjamin Elsden, Augustus Dickerson, Charles Fischer. John Albers and the three Thil horns, dead ; John Cahill and Frederick Slutz, wounded. The Thilborns were natives of Magde? burg, Prussia, and were about from thirty-five to forty years of age. They would probably have been lynched had thev not met the fate described, so bitter ana intense was the feeling against them. During the excitement, Mr. Thomas W. Dawson, Sr., owner of the factories, had his pocket picked of some $2,200 in checks by some sneak thief. He has stopped payment of them at the various banks. Officer Elsden leaves a wife and a large family. He bad been but about two months on the force, having previously been out of employment for about a year. Fischer was about fifty-five years of age. He also leaves a large family. Dickerson leaves a wife and baby. Albers was married about a year. His widow will soon be a mother, if she sur? vives yesterday's terrible blow. The ThilhoruB leave no relatives except a sister. Hold Tour Husband, Up. A woman writing in the Sunny South upon the subject of hard times, addresses her sisters in the following truthful and eloquent language: Well, what's to be done about it. Such ti mes kill energy, hope,enterprise. Alas! say you, if I were but a man, etc. This is'the cant of absurd, unfeminine ambi? tion and restless discontent. Drop it, it is unbecoming, indelicate. Thank God who has made you a woman, who has placed you in a sheltered position; who has interposed between you and tbe harsh contact of life and enterprise the devotion and strength of man. Sit back in your curtained house, where you need see only your own?yours by every tie of affection and blood?yours in tenderness and sym? pathy?where you are or may be as su? preme as royalty itself, and glory in your empire. But dare not be idle there.? Your hands, if they are dainty and white, were not made to handle silks and laces alone, nor the quick brain which throbs under your smooth brow and flashes from your dark eyes only to be fed by romance and fiction. Verily, you've a mission outside of the important domestic re? quirements at home. Hold your husband; up. Yes, even you who so often feel that: you do and must lean so heavily on bis strength and love. Hold him up. The day may come (it comes sooner or later) when your hands must do this work? I your heart must bear its burden as well as his. A day may come when, in his bitterness and disappointment, he will call himself a failure?when be believes men so call him. You know otherwise? you know him brave, patient, true and good, but not infallible. Men grow strangely weak when they doubt them? selves. Now is your time. You know him far better than do others. Let him see and feel that the one judgment?he courts above all tbe rest?endorses him. Show him that you believe in him?that on this trust you rest for your little ones and yourself. Keep bis heart warm with confidence and approval. Tell him bold? ly that with him at the helm, your do? mestic comfort cannot be wrecked. Keep his thoughts at home. Don't let him look too far out at sea?fearing storms I and breakers. More than one man has been saved, helped, rescued by bis wife's unfailing faith. "I cannot be less than she thinks me," be says, and new-shod he begins tbe battle once more. Here is your mission, my sister; here your suf? frage. Keep the briars of this teasing world from pricking your husband's and brother's heart at home. They can stand the keen thrusts outside if they know the oil of faith and love meets them within. Beware regrets. Beware pensive looks and plaintive remarks. Beware the "lit foxes that spoil tbe vines," and you will find a mission as noble, rights as unlim? ited, and a form as well platformed as any recalcitrant for "Woman's Rule" could venture to lay down. "Pull Down Your Vest."?The slang phrase "pull down your vest" is not new, but has been revived lately. A j Gentleman on the Georgia train, the other ay, said he first heard it twenty years ago. It was in Illinois, when Lincoln and Douglas were making their cele? brated Congressional campaign. ? The gentleman was something of a politician wen, and said he attended political meet? ings whenever he got a chance. It was inspiring to see Douglas throw himself. Matt Carpenter is nowhere. When he'd get off a particular fine passage?all elo? quence, and fire gesture?the buttons to his vest would pop off like periods all along through his sentences. When he had got through and sitting down and raking back his hair, tbe boys would bowl, "Bully for you, little fellow! pull down your vest." When Lincoln's lank form would rise up like an exclamation point and the crowd would be still. ? There is a wide distinction between being a man of fortune and a fortunate HOTS ON FAMILY GOVERNMENT. TO MOTHERS HAVING CARE OF CHILDREN. 1. Don't talk too much. To be always lecturing children is not the way to se? cure prompt obedience. Some children would, doubtless, much rather be whipped than perpetually.talked to; especially in a fault-finding way. Little indiscretions and improprieties it is often best to pass by. If we take* note of everything, and administer a lecture upon it, our lectures will soon become an intolerable bore, and not only will do no good, but while they chafe our own spirit, they will harden and discourage the child. 2. Talk low and gently. If you talk loud, it will be harder to be calm. Keep the voice down and you can the easier keep your temper down. If you talk loud, your children will also, and the difficulty will be increased. Do you know that one of the chief difficulties of family government is in the parent? You may not suspect it, while it may be even so in your case. Quiet, gentle, yef firm mothers govern best. 3. Don't threaten much. To be every now and then saying, "If you do that again I'll box your ears," or, "I'll send you to bed," only hardens; and if you fail to execute what you threaten?as great threatened are almost sure fre? quently to do?your children will either consider you very forgetful or false; and in either case will learn to distrust you, and many a time will laugh at your threats. Take notice of some great threateners?and you may not have to go far to find a specimen or two?and observe if they do not often sternly threaten, and in a few; minutes, being more good natured, or forgetful, suffer the children, unrebuked, to do the very thing against which punishment was threatened. 4. If you would govern well, have but few general rules, but steadily adhere to these. Have a fixed rule as to prompt obedience,Hspeaking the truth, and, in? deed, all moral duties; and never pass easily by .an act of wilful disobedience, or a lie,"or a theft. No matter if you are in ever so great a hurry, stop and attend to this. It is infinitely more important than your ordinary affairs. Make a great matter of it, for God does; and it may prove a great matter to you and your children. 5. Punish rarely, but when you do be thorough. Never punish in a passion, nor when you are peevish or impatient, or nervously excited. Wait till you are cool; look well and carefully at the rea? sons of the case, and only punish when the evidence of the guilt is clear. Then Sroceed in a calm and Christian spirit how your child, from the word of God, your obligation to punish. Read to him God's words as your authority, and let him see that you and he are both accout* able to God. Let no one, grand parent or other venerated friend, interfere with your family discipline.?Congregational ist. The True Policy. General M. W. Gary of Edgefield, makes a bold and manly appeal for a Democratic ticket in South Carolina. In a letter to the Edgefield Advertiser, Gen-: eral Gary says: If there remained a doubt as to what should be the future action of the State, the advice given by August Belmont, the distinguished Democrat of New York City, in his speech in support.of his Res? olution in the recent National Democrat-, ic Convention of St. Louis, should be Sufficient to convince our people that a "straight out" nomination alone can secure our deliverance from the evils that now encompass us. He says: "They have played this same nefarious game: before, and encouraged by the timid poli? cy of our leaders in former Conventions,: they hope to achieve another victory: through our fears,- which made us resort: to expediences and injudicious'nomina? tions outside of the Democratic party. Experience has shown the fallacy of such a policy. For every Republican vote which we gained or hoped to gain, we lost the votes of thousands of qur own people. Let the lessons of the past serve as warnings at this juncture." How can the Democracy of South Car? olina fail to nominate a leader in the coming campaign after taking a promi? nent part in the formation of the platform and the nomination of Tilden and Hen dricks? She is bound in good faith to nominate her best men and make an honest effort to achieve success. The gallant Jasper at the battle of Fort Moul trie, exclaimed, "don't let us fight with? out a flag." If he were here to-day, animated oy the same heroic patriotism, he would exclaim: "Don't let us make the campaign without a Democratic lead? er." It is necessary to carry South Caro? lina and Louisiana in order to make the election of Tilden and Hendricks sure. With Gen. Wade Hampton as our leader, with the experience he had in Mississip? pi, where he was when the Mississippi ans overcame a majority of thirty thousand I he can easily, with the material aid that the New York Democracy has promised us, overcome the ten thousand majority that the Radicals had in the last election in this state. It is only necessary* to silence the croaking of our carpet-bag editors, and the few honest South Caro? linians whe have been backed by repeat? ed defeats, and to reinspire them with courage and hope; in order to carry the State. Work, hard work, and thorough organization, with a united will?with . cool bravery, and a bold and aggressive policy?our success will be assured. "The fault is uot in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings." Something for the Ladies.?Mr. Edgar E. Sell, of Charleston, S. C, ex? hibits a novel invention in the shape of a noiseless bellows attachment for rocking chairs, by means of which a lady or gen? tleman can be pleasantly fanned and at the same time nave both hands free to engage in any desired occupation. By a neat arrangement phials of perfume can be inserted in recepticles provided in the outlet tubes, giving a continuous stream of perfumed air. By changing a tube on either side this invention becomes really valuable for the sick chamber or hospital use as both patient and nurse can be fanned by simply oscillating the chair, the nurses hands being free as before stated. When used in hospitals where disease is contagious a disinfectant may ? be placed in the outer tube fanning the nurse. The Can is constructed on scien? tific principles, so neatly balanced and outlets of sufficient guage so that no labor beyond the ordinary rocking is required. The fan can be attached to any rocking chair in a few moments, and changed at pleasure. It is so simple in construction that it cannot get out of order and will serve in constant use for fully half a century. This novelty?which is without a competitor at the world's show?at? tracts considerable attention* It may be seen in the main building at column P51. ? The last year hat been a hard one for newspapers. If the next is no better and you should happen to step into a printing office, the proper question to ask will be, "Is the sheriff in." LEGAL ADVERTISING.-Vfe are compelled to require cash payments for advertising ordered by Executors, Administrators and other fiduciaries, and herewith append tbe rates for the ordinary notices, which will only be inserted when the money comes with the order: ? Citations, two insertions, - - - - $3.00 Estate Notices, three insertions, - - 2.00 Final Settlements, five insertions - ? 8.00 TO CORRESPONDENTS.-In order to receive attention, communications must be accompanied by the true name and address of the writer. Re? jected manuscripts will not be returned, unless the necessary stamps are furnished to repay the postage thereon. ' Jf3~ We are not responsible for tbe views and opinions of oar correspondents. All communications should be addressed to "Ed? itors Intelligencer," and all checks, drafts, money orders, Sue., should be made payable to the order of HOYT & CO., Anderson, S. C. A Disquisition on He Hot Weather. The ?Atlanta correspondent of the Augusta Constitutionalist treats his readers to a picture of the torrid weather in the Gate City: If this weather doesn't suit the most fastidious salamander, then the most fas? tidious salamander can't be suited. It's hot enough to melt brass door-plates and cause them to run sizzing and sputtering into the keyholes. It boils the mercury in tbe perspiring thermometer until it surges and seethes like an angry ocean. Sweet milk is converted into buttermilk by the sole heat of one sunbeam, and butter is sold by tbe quart. Potatoes when grabbled are found to be well cooked, and eggs are boiled in the per? spiration of the hen who laid them. If you want to squander your wealth on a chunk of ice che ice man hauls out a piece and weighs it; you want ten cents worth and the piece calls for twenty-five * cents ; he simply pulls out his handker? chief, wipes the oozing sweat away from bis classic brow, and by that time the piece has melted down to ten cents worth. You start out with eight pounds of solid frozen water dangling from tbe end of a sharp string. By the time you have gone a square you put the remainder of the ice in your vest pocket as a souvenir of a vanished dream and quietly fold up the string for winter use. 8un umbrellas wilt like so many cabbage leaves, and the sliflest of hats collapse and shrink away as if sat down on by a pile-driver. Shirt collars stand up manfully until the wear? er gebi down town, and then it flops over and si 'des down his back to die. Nearly every man carries a safety-valve in his shoe tops to let out the perspiration that condenses into steam in nis pauts-lcgs. The summer is on us. The summer beat starts out on its ferocious war path with the first crack of day, and about noon the contending forces meet, and tbe strife is terrific. The gorgeous god of day pulls off his shiny coat and warms to bis work. He sendeth his blistering rays down upon tbe just and the unjust upon tbe piouB sinner and the diabolically wicked, upon the sweet cradled infant and the mature old codger, upon the del? icate dimples of the feeble female and the callous corpses of the parboiled poli? tician. It fails to discriminate. It is as lavish in its warmth and as careless of its distribution as a whole Congress of Civil Bights' bills. It grasps tbe woolen head of the Senegambian with the same vigor? ous vehemence that pervades the grip on. misguided White trash. It irrigates the red hot perspiration, and tbe steaming sluices gush adown the melting calabash and Websterian forehead alike. And such awful heat! It demoralizes a man. It thaws out that old store of wicked cussedness that was laid by in tbe relig? ious winter, and it comes sweltering to the surface apparently brighter-for the long rest It stagnates trade, clogs the wheels of industry and throws a hot sweaty damper on enterprise. It melts tbe peace-making oil that has been thrown lovingly on troubled waters, and it skips away in a tremor of delight whilst the water is as troubled as before, al? though ice has been thrown into it by the ton. This heat has settled down to tho solemn fact of being a nuisance?a sort of unconquerable fraud. We Atlantians can't keep cool. Our ice factory is grind i ng away night and day, freezing up Chat tahoochee river, and there'sSenator Jones' (of Nevada) mammoth ice factory, and ! again there's tbe Macon ice sent up here by the car load, and yet we are forced to sleep with nothing on save our mous? taches, and those who are not so fortu? nate as to possess moustaches must sleep entirely nude! Great Casar! Every sleeping jar from Macon and Florida brings up cargoes of blood-sampling mous quitos, and it won't be long before they will take entire possession of the town. Now and then a few of those Brobdinag gian gallinippers waddle up here from Savannah, and buzz about taking up the capitol, and moving it to Milledgeville, but they generally quaff a sanguinary cocktail ana then an au revoir. ? Well, lack-a-day I Things can't go on this way long. All things nave an end? ing, and it is to be devoutly wished that this summer simmer down to a freezing point in order that we may draw on our clothes. The rumor that there was only a sheet of tissue paper between this place and Tophet is unfounded. There isn't room enough to get the paper between. Its tbe most convenient place for the un repeuting sinner to kick the ice-water bucket in you ever saw, because its so near purgatory! A Stubborn Suicide.?The London Court Circular says: Thev are not very lively people in Suffolk, but it appears that when one of the natives contem? plates suicide the resolution is carried out in a very thorough manner. I read that at a small village the other day a tradesman's wife got up in the night, and, having proceeded some distance from her house, placed half a pound of funpowder in a circle around ber and set re to it, but it did not injure her. She then proceeded to her shop, obtained a pound canister of gunpowder, placed it in a bucket, and held her head over it and set fire to it The result was that the outhouse was blown to pieces, and the woman frightfully burned about the face. She next procured a shoemaker's knife, and stabbed herself in the throat Strange to say this energetic female is still living; but, as she is under medical care, she need not give up all hopes of extinction, for the doctor will probably finish the work for her which she seems to have commenced so vigorously. A Valuable Becipe.?At the request of a correspondent the New York Journal of Commerce republishes the famous for? mula of the so-called "sun cholera mix? ture," which many years ago proved so efficacious. The following is the pre? scription : Tinct opii, tinct capsici, tinct rhei co., tinct menth pip., tinct. campho. Mix equal parts each. In plain English, says the Baltimore Sun, it consists of equal parts of tincture of opium, red pepper, rhubarb, peppermint and cam? phor, and it is the best remedy extant for summer complaint, diarrhoea, cramps in the bowels and similar ailments, and affords almost instant relief. The dose is from three to ten drops for a child, according to age, and ten to thirty drops for an adult, according to the severity of the attack. ? ? A dissipated old negro in Mont Eomery, Ala., while watching the mon? eys in the menagerie in that city, spoke thus: "Dem children got too much sense to come outen dat cage; white folks cut dar tails off, and set 'em to votin' and makin' conslitewtions." ? Avoid all boasting and exaggeration, back-biting, abuse, evil speaking, slang phrases and oaths in conversation; de Ereciate no man's qualities, and accept ospi tali ties of the humblest kind in a hearty and appreciative manner; avoid S'ving offence, and if yon do offend, have e manliness to a[ jlogize; infuse as much elegance as possible into your thoughts as well as your actions; ana, as you avoid vulgarities, you will increase the enjoyment of life, and grow in the respect of others.