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* 1 >* -r '■*- % m m? / 2 THE WEEKLY LEDGER: GAFFNEY, 8, C., SEPTEMBER 0, 1895. PLEA FOR REFORM. Jonos Presonts tho Caso ol the People Against the Saloon. Danger of the American Christian Sab bath from Three Gigantic Kvils— Need of Good Cairn and Their Enforcement. CDl-YRIcnT. IS95. The reform wave now rolling over the county, which finds its highest ex pression in New York city just at this time, is provoking much discussion in the daily papers as well as in the re ligious press of -the country. It has also brought forth a wail of woe from the camp of the lawless. The keepers of the dives and dens of New York city say that the faithful execution of wholesome laws has in a few weeks ruined their business, and that already they are mortgaging their stocks and that bankruptcy awaits them all unless they can have immunity from the un just laws, such as the city ofiioials find upon the statute 1 rooks of the state. In other words, if the laws of the state are executed, we, the lawless cle ment of the slate, are ruined in fortune and bankrupted in business, whereas if the law is enforced the good element in the city will be dominant, and de- 'cency will be maintained. • Now, in the first place, 1 don't be lieve their talc; in the second place I only wish it were true. The millions of suffering women and good men of our country would join in the Doxology, “Praise Clod from whom all blessings flow.” I, for one, have no patience with the spirit that would abolish the American Christian Sabbath and that- ^ould inaugu^a^Hhe Sabbath of eon- tinent^H^tfrope on t mTsiTfel.h<■ f.T fica has her Christian Sabbath, and i is worth her while to protec it. We tnust remain Americans and American ize our foreign elements, and not have them Europeanize us. ; What claim has thi! liquor trafile upon this country? If all other trades and crafts are willing to abide by the law; If merchants, miners, farmers and hon est toilers of our country must keep the Sabbath and work only six days a week, what is the matter witli the sa loon element that they will bo bank rupted if they are forced to obey laws which others keep? Is tho margin in their business so small that they must push their damnable traliic seven days a week and twenty-four hours a day the year round? Their cupidity is only equaled by their insolence. Their love of money is only to be gauged by their lawlessness. Their statements are em bodied in the following preambles and resolutions: Whereas, Mayor Strong and Ins co officials in the city of New York have laid burdens upon our craft which we cannot bear; and, / Whereas, No former administration has had either conscience or principle in the enforcement of law; and, Whereas, The city owes us protection and immunity from all laws that abridge our rights or interfere with our business, because a large proportion of the revenue of the city is paid into the city treasury by the ten thousand sa loonkeepers of New York city; there fore, be it resolved, First, That we bull-necked white- aproned gentlemen of the liquor trafile are unalterably opposed to all lawsthat abridge our rights and vex our red- nosed patrons. Secondly, That “Blue laws” were made by Christian cranks, and are only sought to be enforced by the de cent element of the city, and as said decent element have no rights or priv ileges not accorded to them by us, therefore it cannot long be expected of us that we will submit to this cruel infringement upon our rights. Thirdly, That we will baud together and put all our henchmen and bums to work in order to rid ourselves of all officials who dare to do their duty and enforce law. Mayor Strong and his coollieials and subofiicials deserve the cooperation of all good citizens of New York city and the praises of the American people. They are making an honest efiort to en force law, without favor or prejudice. The Christian press of the country is squarely with them, and a large part of the city press commend them. It is to be expected that many rum-soaked aud rum-subsidized editors will cham pion the side of the lawless saloon keeper, and clamor for liberties which are not liberties, but, when rightly un derstood, they are the chains of slavery which they would weave about us and make this the land of the slave and the home of the sneak. The editors and newspapers who seek to bring the honest efforts of Mayor Strong and his coollieials into contempt have not the fear of Cod be fore their eyes, and not tho good of hu manity in their miuds. Wo read of the dry multitudes, of the beerlcss crowd, of the hardships entailed upon the poor laboring man because on the Sab- oath day lie can’t get his beer, etc. When we know that because men cry for beer their children ofti n cry for bread. Less beer and more bread. No decent man will put his money into the coffers of tho saloonkeeper as long as his family is denied of comforts, and no other kind of men have any busi ness with either families or bar. I for one can see the signs of a better day, the whisky trust “busted,” the saloon keepers howling, the devil mud and New York city enforcing law. The decent element of the American people has endured enough, women and children have suffered enough, and now let’s vote and pray, and work and talk, push and shove along right lines until the good element controls in every city, state and at Washington, I). C. Saloons, gambling hells and bawdy houses are the two legs aud forked tail on which the devil walks ami works. They are always closely allied and have a common interest in the welfare of each other. Trosperity to either is prosperity to all. You hurt ie y«»u cripple all. No city or state or nation can foster them without harm to her citizens and ruin to t he young man hood Of iti nation. I want to ee the day when our na tion and our .‘ tales and municipalities cea. a to go into copartnership with these three damnable institutions. If they exist let them exist as outlaitt, contraband, tmugylcd. Whatever is right ought to bo protected by law, and whatever is wrong ought to be abolished by law, and when law shall only protect the right and abolish the wrong, then, and then only, will life, liberty and property enjoy its fullest liberty and protection. Let city and state keep their eyes on the three Gorgons of hell now turned loose on this earth, watch, guard, pun ish them. Abridge their liberties, cir cumscribe their influence, and thereby protect society us best they can from the ravages of the saloon, the gambling hell and the shameless house. Sam P. Jonks. SWEET REVENGE. SQUIRE RUFUS SANDERS. Nature Saved Him the Trouble of Doin" o Terrible Deed. “I will do it,” he exclaimed, as he ground his teeth and clenched his hands and tore up the sod with his heels. The house was before him in tho darkn ws—a modest-looking two-story house with all modern conveniences, including a turn at the head of the stairs, which wouldn't pass a trunk up or down, while the electric bells had to be overhauled every week. “When Marian Pe Kalb refused my hand and married Joe Taylor I swore to bo revenged!” hissed the midnight visitor. “Yes, 1 vowed that she should have cause to wish herself d- ad a hun dred times per 'lay. I have been wait ing. I have carried a smiling face, but-hi uiy soul has burned the fires of —of—well, the fires of a thousand coal stoves. No one has suspected me, and now my time lias come! That dim, soft light is burning in the nursery, where sleeps the yearling offspring of the pair who wrecked my life and made me the fiend that I am. I will enter and ab duct the kid!” From his coat-tail pocket ho took a raw turnip, bit off a large piece to still farther excite him, and after carefully restoring the original package he pro ceeded to throw up the sash of the pantry window. Fifteen seconds later he was under the same roof with the woman who had led him on to love her and then given him the bounce. All around him were evidences that she was happy and contented, but he seized one of the cold biscuit which her fair hands had moldc ! . ’ ul it in a savage manner, and gasped: “This decides me! Now nothing can turn n:e aside!” Like the ferocious tiger of the jungle he crept into the kitchen—on into the sitting-room^-into the hall and up stairs. and the kid was before him. It was not a kid, but a kiddess, and she was just old enough to run about the house and swallow pins and tacks and drink out -of the boiling tea kettle. The villain stood for a moment to gloat over his victim. He didn't earn a very large salary and couldn’t afford to gloat very often. Her parents were asleep in the room beyond, unconscious of peril, and the kiddess herself dreamed of angels and harps and golden gates as she slumbered. “The abduction will now take place according to programme!'’ hissed the gloater, when he had finished hisglout- iiur and smiled several fiendish smiles. He stepped forward and bent over the child to pick her up and bear her away, but suddenly started back with a more ferocious gleam in his eyes. He grinned. lie chuckled. lie patted himself on the back. Then he moved away—down the stairs—through the rooms—out into the midnight darkness again, leaving the kiddess to sweetly sleep on. He had made a discovery. There was no need to abduct her to se cure his dreadful revenge. The child had i-ed hair and a turn-up nose!—De troit Free Press. A Sporting UNhop. Not far from tho domain of Chan- tcloup lay the modern abbey of The- lema, over which presided that kindly monk, Mgr. Dillon, a sporting bishop, fond of convivial company. Of a Sun day, after a perfunctory mass, to which his worldly congregation listened vaguely while perusing the lightest of novels, the herns were gayly tooted, and the horses were led into the chateau yard. When Louis XVI. re monstrated. saying: “My lord bishop, how is it that you hunt of a Sunday, and yet forbid your curates to follow your example?” he answered at once, saying: “Because, your majesty, they have but their personal vices, but 1 have those of my ancestors.” What the moral tone of llautcfontainc really was we can appreciate from the bishop's ad vice to a young bride, who happened to be, strangely enough, in love with her husband. “Madam,” he said to her, “I beg you to remember that conjugal love is the only love we do not under stand here. Conceal yours, pray, or it may bring you trouble.”—Fortnightly Review. Tho Sago of Rocky Crook in Presonco of Death the Fln<ig <>uatnt Humor, the Saving Clause of Human Nature—“Nut Fltten and Not Heady’’—A Loss to tho Lord” — Elbow Hoorn. were, but some monstrous fun ny things have come to pass un der the most saddest s u r - roundi ns. In my own day and genera tion I "X have seen the ^ w ''Av\ time—st an din \\ y • ■' over the death ■fcx V bed- when I v ^ either had to turn loose and, laugh, or swell up and bust open. ' ■, v y -*•- Tlie Wrong Time of Year. Last spring a year ago I was off down in lhe Flat Woods and saw Felix Mayo — “Dandy Mayo,” as everybody were wont to call him—stumble over the last final ditch. I had went down there nfier some seed potatoes, you under stand—which the blazin cold weather had made mine rot in the ground—and Vhilst in the settlement I rode by to see Dandy. He was right tolerable nigh unto death when I got there. The doctors had already give him up as a a gone gosiin and went on home. But the family and the neighbors were standi:! around the death bed cryin aud takin on till it was a sad sight to see. Dandy lowed it was the wrong time of >•••■.: • for him to die and he want ready. Ho made out like he want a blamed bit skeered, but at the same time lie said if there was any wav to back down, or snake out and dodge the question he would love to do it. But the laughin part came when Dandy put in to hoggin his wife to take his place and go on ahead. “You are the best and most purest human person 1 have ever saw, Tildy,” says Dandy to his wife, which she was Miss Matildy Lucas before she took am! married him. “You never did cuss and drink whisky and bet on cards like me. and so far as I know j’ou never did do anything particular wrong. You arc ready to die, Tildy, whilst I ain't sorter half way ready, and I do wish you would take my place sol would have more time to quit my meanness and git ready for the judg ment bar.” , What made it so particular funny to hear Dandy talkin and carry in on that way - everybody knowned that*Tildy,as he called her, had been takin his place for years and years. Dandy want worth his room in this world to start with, and his good wife had took his place all along the line. She was jest simply the maiuest man in the family. She took Dandy’s place and run their little farm, and fed the stock, and chopped the wood, and kept the fenses up in general. But the time had now come when Tildy couldn’t neither wea r the breeches nor stand in his shoes, and so lie had to face the music single- handed aud alone. She was willin and mo:e than willin, you understand, but sin uldn’t play his hand out for him in timt game. Dandy had got things mighty bad mixed and muddled up anyhow. It was his time of year to die. It maybe looked to him like the wrong time, bid in the general plans of creation it was the right time, and so there he was. At any rates, the general situa tion iiit me all in a wad in a funny pi re, and I hud to go out on the back porch and laugh it off. Lawyers Who Make Their Own Willa. Many celebrated men have neglected to settle their affairs. Ben Jonson, Dryden and Sir Isaac Newton all died intestate, Bacon insolvent, and the epi gram on Butler’s monument in the abbey explains why lie and many others like him never made a will: “ The poet’s fate is hero in emblem shown; lie ushs for bre.ul ana he receives a stone." “Wills,” said Lord Coke, “and the construction of them do more perplex a man than any other, and to make u certain construction of them exceedeth jurispruaentiumartem.” An old proverb says that every man is cither a fool or physician at forty. Sir II. Halford hap pening one day to quote the saying to a circle of friends, Canning humorously inquired: “Sir Henry, mayn't he be both?” At any rate experience teaches that lawyers who draw their own wills sometimes make great mistakes. Sir. Samuel Romilly's will was improperly worded; Chief Huron Thompson's will beeame the subject of ehancery pro ceedings. while the will of Bradley, Hie eminent conveyancer, was actually set aside by Lord Tluulow,—Temple Bar. COPYRIGHT 1895. Maybe you mought think it was wrong and wicked for a man to stand up and laugh and in tho very jaivs of death, as it yi/r s*;-- -f?' v , ... „. Vq/W „ A Lobs to tho Lord. When old man Ebenezer Ashcroft had run slap out to the end of the rope and it come his time to die, he was like Dandy Mayo in regards to one thing— he want to say fltten and ho want ready. He had travelled a long and rough and rocky road, you understand, but he had went all the gaits clean down to the finish. And then finally at last when the doctor give out the news that human help couldn't do no more and the end was dost to hand, old man Ebenezer looked up mighty serious like and sober aud then went on to say: “From the way you talk, doctor, this must fie a ease of great pushency, and I reckon it ain’t for me to say whether 1 should or whether I shouldn’t. But by George Washington, I have got one thing to say with my last ileetin breath. I dont’t make out like I have got any tremendius big sight of relig ion, you understand, but when Ebenzer Ashcroft dies God Almighty will lose the best friend he ever had in this country.” Now to be certainly of course old man Ebenezer was in cold, dead ear nest, but to a man up a tree he had some powerful fuuny and pecurious notions. Elbow Room In Death Joe Nick Stringer was about the most atirrin man that was ever turned out from the Rocky Creek settlement in his Jay and time. He went off to the city before ho was good grown, and presently he got to bo a lawyer and a banker, superintendent of a Sunday school and a standin candidate for con gress all at the same time. But in the regular run of things the bottom fell out with Joe Nick, you un derstand, and his general machinery run down and stopped. He had return ed back home to die, and when the last day come he sent for me to drop over and sec him. By that time Joe Nick was so terrible poor and pale and thin till it took two or three people to see him, though he told me himself that more than oncct he had belt such full hands till Iiobody couldn’t see him. "1 jest only wanted to shake the partin liiiud with you onest more, Hufe,” says he with that lonesome, far-away look on his face, “and thyn tell you about tome pa non al| priyata bnflnm whttfc I want you to tend to when I drop out of the game. You will recollect, Rufe, that the Stringers people for genera tions have been laid away to rest in the general graveyard over at old Smyrna church. Don’t let’em bury me there, Rufe, if you please. I would’nt mind it, you understand, exceptin from the fact that they have been buryin the,dead there so long and so regular till they have got ’em planted too all-fired thick. If the graveyard was bigger it would sorter do, but all the land right around next to tho church grounds be longs to Elder Newton, which every- body knows he is the gonebyest, rot- tenest and most meanest white man in seven states and territories. I wouldn’t be buried on his land if I could, and he would rather die an orful death than to (give an other inch of dirt to the church. “No, Rufe, I want you to see to it that they bury me under that persim mon tree down there in tho lower field, or either under the apple tree out there in the southwest corner of the garden. By gatlius, I have been crowded all my life—crowded in with a big family at home, then crowded out and crowded away from home, and forever and eternally crowed in the city till finally at last I will be crowded into my grave. But, Rufe, dadblame it, let me have elbow room in death—plenty of hand- roomancc as we boys use to say in play in marbles and I reckon maybe there is room enough and some to spare down there under the hog weeds and the daisies. Give me your word, Rufe, with your hand in mine, that j’ou will tend to that when I pass and quit, and may you live forever.” I reckon from what Joe Nick said he had helt many a better hand than mine, but I give it to him at any rates, and in less time than it takes me to tell it bad went the way of every mor tal man born of woman. The next time you pass along by the old Stringer place if you will look right dost out there under a big apple tree in the southwest cor ner of the garden you will see a grave —jest one—and only one. The hog weeds and the daisies grow rank and promiscuous around there, j'ou under stand, but I reckon Joe Nick don't give a continental for that now. And to the bottom of my heart—to my last dyin day—1 will be glad that we gave him plenty of elbow room in death. ARP ON OLD BOOKS. Bill Has Been Reading Up Ancient History and Enjoys It B« Thinks That This Ag» Dost Hot Pro- tfooo flash Stadsnts or at Toast They Do Mot Got In Pnhllo Llfs. / Only a Dog’s Chance. Tony Bartley was a way yonder the laziest and most trifiinest white man that ever breathed his ’ast final breath in the Rocky Creek coun.rv, and when his time come he was lyin in a little cabbin over there on the old Lucas place. He lived right there alone by himself, and he would have died the same way if it hadn't been for a man by the name of Andy Lucas. Now, as everybody knows. Andy Lucas is some-^ times tough and always rough, but in ease of a pinch, you will find him white and brave, and to his friends as true a friend as ever man had. Him and Tony Bartlet had went to school togther, you understand, and cut summersets in the same sandbed, and built tiutter- mills in the same old spring branch. And when Tony had let loose and went to the devil and the dogs—a blot on the face of creation and a scandals tion on the whole entire settlement—when he was down flat on his back—helpless and hopeless and sick unto death—yet still there was one man on the e irt.h— the onlyest one—that would take and hold his hand, look him in the face and call him “friend”—and that one man was ratlin, rowdy, reckless, Andy Lu cas. So when Tony’ come to die Andy want gone nowhere. He was right there with him, and from what Andy told me afterwards, in his last dyin words Tony spoke as follows below: “Andy Lucas, if there ever was a man in all the human race that want worth his room in this world or any wheres else, you are right herewith him now. I have wasted away my life and lived on what I could beg and steal and borrow. . I have been as mean as any man could be without spillin human blood—a liar, a thief and a scoundrel. I have done a whole lot of harm in the world and narry durn bit of good. Now I don’t want you to give yourself any trouble and worrl- ment about puttin me away. You won’t need no new clothes and no cof fin for me. You can jest make the nig gers pick me up like they find me and tote me off as I am—rags and all. And I wish you would please make ’em take me over there in the paster and dig a hole in the ground and shovel me into it. Don’t let ’em plant me deep, Andy —bury me right close up to the top of the ground. Maybe I mought make a little spot of ground rich so as the grass will grow rank and make good grazin for the stock. I have done nothin but harm—and so much of it in this life- if it is so I can, I would love to do a little good in death. I know it is taken a dog's chances with the dumb beasts, Andy, but with the lust rattle out of the box I am willin to try it So in them days it come to pass that they dug one lonesome grave dug way over in the paster on the old Lucas place, aud Tony Bartley lies buried there, Andy Lucas maintains till yet that the grass grows rich aud green and more fresher right there than any wheres else in that paster, hue Andy swaps horses considerable between drinks, you understand, and you can’t sometimes always take his mouth for a prayer book. Runs Sanukum. Mothers In Trouble. This is the condition of those ex pecting to become mothers. To such we point to u true friend in Moth Kit’s Remkk, which not only makes child birth easy and painless, hut leaves mother and child In healthy and vig orous condition ; restores tho mother to her original beautiful form. Price i|*l per bottle; !t bottles for For sale by druggist , or sent by express on receipt of price by MOTHKHH’ RELIEF CO., 88 Peters Ht., Atlanta, Ga. For sale by W. B. DuPfe. It is good for a man to take up the old books sometimes, “the quaint and curious volumes of forgotten lore,” as Poe calls them. I have been reaiding about the old times, beginning as far back as Pocahontas, the beautiful In dian maiden who married John Rolfe in 1014, and was converted by him to Christianity and christened with the name of Lady Rebecca. It is a beauti ful, romantic story, and if Longfellow had been a Virginian he would have immortalized her in verse. During the war we were shown the reputed place near the Chicahominy where she threw herself upon the breast of Captain John Smith to save him and did save him, from an awful death. The un grateful fellow ought to have married her, for she loved him, but he put in a substitute and got his friend Rolfe to do it and wrote a nice letter to Queen Anne asking that Lady Rebecca be re ceived at court, for she was a princess whose father was king over thirty tribes and that this marriage had made a lasting peace between the races. That reminds me of what Josephus says about Moses. Pharaoh made Moses his general-in-chief to lead the Egyptian army against the Ethiopians, who were a very powerful nation, and whose army was advancing on Egypt. Moses understood the flank movement as well as Joe Johnston, and gotin their rear and attacked their royal city. A princess, the only daughter of the old Ethiopian king, saw Moses from a tower and was so fascinated with his magnificent person that she sent out a flag of truce and had a conference with him and told him that she was dying for love of him and that if he would marry her she would make peace and withdraw her army. He looked upon her and listen ed to her and surrendered, which I reckon was one of “the mistakes of Moses,” for Aaron and Miriam threw it up to him for years afterwards. But Rolfe made no mistake, and from that union came the Randolphs, Whit tles, Bollings and Robertsons of Vir ginia, John Randolph, of Roanoke, was the seventh in line of direct de scent and the Indiau cropped out in his character all of his life “rfakes,” —devotion to his friend and hatred^-4hade the of his enemies. On a slight proyagil- tion he changellepged WebsMHTo fight a duel and YVebster iq&de short work of a reply. • “ ' “You vv^elnot entitled, sir, to make a demand on me for explanation nor do I recognize your right to call me to the field to answer what you please to call an insult to your feelings. It is enough to say that I do not fell bound to ac cept from any man an inyitaton of this sort, though I shall always be prepared to repel in a suitable manner the ag gression of any man who may presume upon such a refusal.” 1 believe that those grand men of the olden time had more political strife than we have now, for there was more ftt stake in constructing a new govern ment than there is now in keeping it constructed. And there were greater men iu those days. They were scholars and they were patriots. We have no such scholars in politics nowadays—not one who can happily use in a great ora tion a Greek or Latin or French quo tation. The letters of Webster, Adams, Jefferson. Rutlegde and Randolph are full of them and I make bold to say that no man can ever be a greater ora tor who is not a thorough classical scholar. The present generation of senators and representatives are not scholars. They are only trimmers and skimmers compared with tho giants of former days. But they had some am bitious rascals among them. Washing ton was barely chosen commander-in- chief. All New England and Pennsyl vania wanted General YVard, of Massa chusetts, and even after the revolution was well under way General Gates laid a cheme to supplant him. Bqt old Jcl.n Adams stood by him from first to last and lost thereby some of his own popularity at houm, I have great re spect for Adams. It is refreshing to read about those old times when Jefferson and Madison and John Adams and Washington and Ben Franklin and Patrick Henry lived and shone like stars in the political heavens; and about John Hancock, whose great big classic hand is first to the declaration of independence. He was the richest man in Boston and the mo ( st unquenchable patriot, but be signed first only because he was the president of the continental congress. The first state that was called was Georgia, and Hutton Gwiunet the first to sign that patriotic and perilous doc ument. I am proud of that, for Geor gia is my native state and Gwinnet my birthplace. Lyman Hall’s and George YValton’s names came next on the roll of honor and in 1818 three counties ad joining each other were laid out aud named for them. It seems from these old records that the resolution that declared our inde- pcndeuce was passed on the 2nd day of July and John Adams wrote to Ins wife the next day and said: “The 2nd day of July 1778, will be the most memorable epoch la the history of America au4 will be celebrated by succeeding get)- eratlous as the greet anniversary festi val. It will be commemorated from one end of the continent to the other ea the day of our deliverance." But it seems that the trimmings had not been put on. The colonies had on ly seceded. They had not told the world why, and soon the 4th the whole thing as written by Jefferson wee passed. Mr. Jefferson tells an amusing story about that. He had in tho original draft blamed England for eonniving al the Afrieuu slave trade/and this part was voted down by ^outili ( urolinu ami Georgia because they Kvunted to buy more slaves, and by N/fcw England bo- eftttfle they Here engaged in the slfctt trade and were making large money* by bringing slaves from Africa and selling taem to southern colonies. So it was stricken and New England con* tinued the business at the old stand. Judge story, tho great jurist, tried to stop it in 1820 by charging the grand jury in Portland and Boston, but they denounced him in the public press and they didn’t stop it, but found another market in South America aud I am not sure they have stopped it yet. Some body is buying them with rum and sending them to Madagascar—so the papers said not long ago. Speaking of that great and good man, Judge Story, reminds me of what he wrote about woman more than half s century ago. lie says: “I was early struck with the activity and power of the female mind. I went to sch >oi with girls until I was fifteen years old and they were quite our equals if not wr superiors in our studies and ipiircments and had much greater quickness of perception and delicacy of feeling. I then imbibed the opinion which I have often since had confirmed that their talents are fully equal to those of men. The difference in after years in intellectual power comes from the fact that education stops with them about time it effectively begins with men. Their pursuits in life do not en able them afterwards to cultivate science or literature with much •'dili gence or success.” This is a fact clearly stated, but if Judge Story was living now and should visit the exposition he would be still more confirmed in his opinion by wit nesses what woman in her new sphere is doing for the world’s progress. Jefferson was never satisfied vvj the manner in which his declaratfir^y indepen lence was hawked mut ilated. and said “but wlmt^]^, COV jl<j we except of a body of u£n t h at had 150 lawyers in it whose^ade it is to question everything^i el( j nothing and talk by the houf ' j . SL . rV (.d with General Washington^ the legislature and with Dr. 1 ranking i n congress and never heard either uf them speak more than ten minutes ay a time nor to any but the main poin|L v hic!i was to decide the question.” / Ben Franklin, j^jed to comfort him by telling how a fr^ n j G f his who sold hats designed a^iew sign board to be painted. Ho life wrote it out: “John Thompson, ha£er, makes and sells hats for ready money,” a nd had a figure of a hat subjoined, ]{ e concluded, how ever, to sujrtt it to his friends. The first said ifierc was too much hat about it and tfiade him strike out ‘hatter.’ ThesBext advised him to strike ou l . for nobody cure l whether he them or not, so that was stricken Another told him to strike out “for ready money, as nobody was selling goods on a credit, so that mujh was left out. The last friend sail: “Well, now, strike out ’sells h its,’ for nobody expects you to give them away.” Ho it finally read: ’‘John Thompson,” with a figure of a hat added. After the war with England was over it took a long time for real peiej to oini. On both sides there were friends to reward and enemies to punish. Everything Eng lish was boycotted and snubbed tint'd it last th ■ bitterness broke out again In the war of 181’!. Our north aud south might take a lesson from this and quit quarrolingover sectional nutters. The hostility was so intense that when George Frederick Cook, the great Eng lish tragedian. Was invited to eou.e to Philadelphia to act and was promise] the patronage of the president and h cabine’. he scorned it in an insulting n ply. saying: “No sir, 1 act before kinj • and queens and nobles. I will not de grade myself by acting for yankee doodle.” One of our nursery rhyme books made fl change in ‘‘Sin r a sone of six pence A pochel full of rye. Four anh twenty blackbirds Halted in a pie," And it was published after this manner: ‘•When the pie was opened the birds they were houi/Icss, Wasent that a pretty dish to set before congress’:’' The king - wasent allowed to be in it. Well, it does take a long time for national enmity or even sectional en mity to wear ou .. The only way seems to be for a new set of children to grow up and intermarry. Bh.l A up. —in Atlanta Constitution. 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