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STREET, one door North B*$&ng-~?i(jn of the Red THE CAROLINA COLONEL. How sweet ts the life of a Carolina Colonel, Whose whiskey is good, and whose liver is sound, Who, safe through the war and its firing in? fernal. Still loves to spread death and destruction around ! How lorelv to shoot, and to cot, and to kill"! How sweet io defy and make light of the law ! How pleasant the biood of his neighbors to spill ! How lovely the life that he leads at Cheraw ? Oh,' how he rejoices, with joy that's too ntter, Possessing a son who was cast in his mould, Who cots up his foes as he slices his hotter, Or pounds them, and mauls them, and lays them on cold ! How nice, with hts chivalrous skin full of whisky, With pistols in plenty to make an attack, And, lest the endeavor should prove a bit risky, To'practice at ease on his enemy's back ! How sweet, after deeds of magnificent daring, The welcome at home, and the fond father's glee ! How nice, while the neighbors are kind and forbearing, To lead a gay life in the swamps of Pee Dee! How fine are the people, both rural and ur? ban, Who cling to the Colonel when under the ban, And say, as they swallow the pinetop or bourbon, "flow proud we should be of this wonder? ful man !" Now, perish the men who would capture and scalp bim, Who vex his proud soul io the name of the .' law ! Bill Chandler shoold order the nary to help him, And start the new party right therein Cheraw. -New York Sun. AN EPISODE OF THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR. BY DR. J. MARION SIMS. In 1781 South Carolina was com pleteiy overrun by the Britt*!). Lord Cornwallis held quiet possession of Charleston, had defeated Gates and Dekalb at Camden.' driven Marion to the swamps of Pedee, scattered the force of Sumter and established hts headquarters in the Wax haws, on the bord?is of North Carolina, while Tarle? ton had his.on the Hanging Kock Creek, about thirty miles north of Cam? den. Davie alone was left with a small force on the left bank of the Catawba, making occasional sorties tu harass the outposts of the British. Lancaster County was one of the strongholds of the Whigs or rebels. The Whigs had always made Lancas? ter too hot for the Tories, and had ruthlessly driven them out of the coun? ty to seek companionship and sympathy wherever they might find it But the advent of the British turned the tide of war completely, and now the Tories, with Tarletou's aid, drove the Whigs from Laucaster, some across the Cataw? ba to join Davie, and some to the Peedee to join Marion Charles Mackey as the leader of the rebels, had made himself very obnox? ious to the Tories, and they impatient? ly awaited a time of vengeance. He was a mau of medium size, very active and energetic, a fine horseman, a splendid shot, hot-headed, impulsive, often running unnecessary risks, aud doing, dare i.^il deeds. No work was too hazardous tor him. Lydia Mackey, his wife, was a woman of good .common-sense, with a clear head and fine judgment, and in cool? ness and self-possession far superior to her tmputuous husband. They had a young family of two or three children, aud Charles Mackey had not seen or heard from them for several weeks Their home was not more than two aud a half miles from Tarleton's camp on the Hanging Kock Creek. He knew very well that it would be hazardous for him to return to his home so near to Tarleton's headquarters, but his anxiety became so intense on account of his wife's peculiar condition that he could no longer remain in doubt about it. So he cautiously made his way borne, where he unwisely loitered for a week and during this time he had the temeri? ty to euter Tarleton's lines more than once in search of information which would be valuable to his country's de? fenders. Charles Mackey's house was a double log cabin, with cultivated patches of corn and potatoes oo either side of a lane leading to the front, while at the rear was a kitchen-garden of half an acre or more, extending back to a large huckleberry swamp, which was almost impenetrable to man or beast. This swamp covered an area of ten or fifteen acres, and was surrounded by a quag? mire from ten to thirty feet wide, thus making it practically an island. It was entered by jumping from tussock to tussock of moss-covered clumps of mould a foot or two in diamter, and rising six or eight inches above he pitch-black semi-jelly-like mire, which shook in every direction in passing over it. A plank or fence-rail served as a tempo? rary draw-bridge, which was pulled iuto'the swamp after crossing over. When the country was infested by Tories, Charles Mackey spent his days in the swamp, if not out scouting. At night he ventured home. He bad good watch-dogs, and they gave the alarm when any one approached, whether by night or day. If at night he would" imme? diately lift a loose plank in the floor of his bedroom, drop through on thc ground, crawl out in the rear, theo run thirty or forty yards across the garden, gun in hand, and dissappcar in the swamp pulling his, fence-rail drawbridge after him. There was no approach to the house in thc rear, and his retreat was always effected with impunity. Charles Mackey had been at home now about a week, and was on the eve of leaving with some valuable informa? tion for the rebel generals, gained by his night prowlings in and about the headquarters of Colonel Tarleton But carly in a June morning (an hour or two before day) his usually faithful watch-dogs failed to give warning of the approach of strangers, and the first notice of their presence was their shout? ing "Hello!' in front of the bouse. Mrs. Mackey jumped out of bed threw ' opec the window-shutter, stock ont ber i hesd, Burreyed the half-dozen armed horsemen carefully and said, 'Wi there V .Friends. Is Charley Mackey home V She promptly answered, "No." In the meantime Charley had rai the loose plank in the floor, and \ ready to make for the swamp in rear, when, stopping for .a moment be sure of the character of his visito he heard the spokesman say : 'Well, are very sorry indeed, for there was big fight yesterday on Lynch's Cn between Geueral Marion and the Bi ish, and we routed the-redco completely ; and we have been sent General Davie at Landsford with ord to onite wish Marion at Flat Rock soon as possible, and then to aita Tarleton. We don't know the way Laudsford, and we came by for Charl to pilot us.' Mrs. Mackey was always cool and c lected, and she said she was very sot her husband was not at home. E ber husband was just the reverse-1 headed and impetuous. This sudd news of victory, after so many reverse was so in accordance with his wist that be madly rushed out into the mic of the mounted men, hurrahing 1 Marion and Davie, and shouting ve geance on the redcoats and Tories ; ai he began to shake bands enthusiastic: ly with the 'boys,' and io ask partie lars about the fight, when the ring-lea er of the gang coolly said : 'We Charley, old fellow, we've set a go* many traps for you, but never bait 'em right till now. You are our pri oner.' And they marched him off, ja as he was, without hat or coat, ai without allowing him a moment to SJ a partiog word to bis poor wife. It was now nearly daylight, and tb< ordered bim to pilot them to Anc McElwain's. with the hope of capturir him too. But he was not at hom Then he was compelled to pilot them James Truesdale's, and he was not home. From there they went to Lat caster village, and then to Colom Tarleton's headquarters, where Charle Mackey was tried by court-martial, an sentenced to death as a spy. The next day Mrs. Mackey, nt knowing what had happened, gathere some fruit and eggs, and with a bask? well filled, she made her way to Colon? Ta/leton's camp. Hucksters were reac ily admitted when they had such luxu ries to dispose of. On getting within thc lines she in quired the way to Colonel Tarleton' marquee, which was shown to her. Th colonel was on parade, but a young of ficer, who was writing, asked ber to b seated. After he had finished, bc said 4 You have something for sale, I pre sume.' She replied that she had eggs am fruit. He gladly took what she hu< and paid for them. She frankly de dared that her basket of fruit was on h a pretext to get to Colonel Tarleton that she was axious to sec bim in per son on business of great importance She then explaiued to him the capture of her husband, aud that she wished tc get him released if he were still alive for she did not know but what they hac hung him up to the first tree they cami to. The officer told her that the colooe was on parade, and would not returc for two hours-not till he came in foi his mid-day meal. Mrs. Mackey was a comely woman cf superior intelli? gence, and she soon interested the young officer in her sad condition. He ex? pressed for her the deepest sympathy : told her that her husband ^as near bv under guard; that he hacr been tried and sentenced to death as a spy ; that he was to bc hung at sunrise to-morrow ; and that he feared thefl| hopes of reprieve, as the T^^Kce given against him by Tories war of the most positive kind. He told her that Colo? nel Tarleton was as cruel and unfeel? ing as he was brave, and that he would promise her anything to get rid of her, but would fulfill nothing. 'However, said he, I will prepare the necessary document for your hus? band's release, filling in the blanks, so that it will only be necessary to get Colonel Tarleton's signature. But I must again frankly say that this is al? most hopeless.' It was evident to the most superfi? cial observer that Mrs. Mackey would soon become a mother, and this proba? bly nad something to do in enlisting the kiudiy sympathy of the brave young officer. At twelve o'clock Colonel Tarleton rode np, dismounted, and en? tered the adjoining tent. As he pass? ed along the young officer said : 'You must wait till he dines. Another charger will then be brought forth and when he comes out to mount, you can approach him, and not till then.' At the expected time the tall, boyish looking, clean-shaved handsome young Tarleton came out of his tent, and as he neared his charger he was confront? ed by the heroic Lydia Mackey, who iu a few words made known the object, of her visit. He quickly answered that, he was in a great hurry and could not at that time stop to consider her case. She said the case was urgent; that her husband had been condemned to die at sunrise to-morrow moaning, and that he alone had the power to save his life. He replied : Very well, my good woman, when I return later in the day I will inquire into thc matter.' Saying this he placed his foot in the stirrup, and sprang up, but before he could throw his right leg over the sad? dle. Mrs. Mackey caught him by the coat and jerked him down. He turn? ed upon her with a scowl, and she im? plored bim to grant her request. He was greatly discomfited, and angrily said he would inquire into the case on his return. He then attempt? ed again to mount, when she dragged him down a second time, begging him in eloquent terms to spare the life of her husband. 'Hut tut, my good woman !' said he, boiling with rage, j 'Do you know what * you are doing? Begone ! I'll attend to this at roy con- j veoience ; not sooner.' 'So saying, he tried a third time to mount, and a third time Lydia Mackey jerked him to the ground. Holding by the sword's scabbard and falling on her knees, she cried, 'Draw your sword and slay me and my unborn babe, or give I me the life of my husband, for I shall never let you go till you kill me or sign j this document'-which she drew from I ? ber bosom and bold up before bia faoe. I TarletoD trembled, was as pale as a corpse, and turning to the young offi? cer, who stood near by, intently watch? ing the scene, he said, 'Captain, where is this woman's husband V He answered, 'Under guard in yon? der tent.' 'Order him to be brought here.' And soon Charles Mackey stood before the valiant Tarleton. 'Sir,' said he, .you have been convicted of bearing arms against his Majesty's government. Worse-you have been convicted of being a spy ; you have dared to enter my lines in disguise as a spy, and you can not deny it. But for the sake of your wife, I will give you a full pardon on condition that you will take an oath never again io bear arms against the King's government.' . 'Sir, said Charles Mackey, in the firmest tones, *I cannot accept pardon an those terms. It must be uncondi? tional, or I must die.' And poor Lydia Mackey cried out, 'And I too must die ;' and on her knees, holding on to Colonel Tarleton, she pleaded with such fervor and eloquence that Tarleton seemed for a moment to hesitate, and then, turning to the young captain, he said with quivering Hps, and in a voice choked with emo? tion, 'Captain, for God's sake, sign my name to this paper, and let ibis woman go.* With this, Lydia Mackey sank to the ground exhausted, and Colonel Tarle? ton mounted bis charger and galloped off, doubtless happier for having spared the life of the heroic Lydia Mackey's husband. Lydia Mackey in her old age was a fine talker, and when I was a boy ten years old I heard her tell this story with such feeling and earnestness that great tears rolled down her aged cheeks to mingle with those of ber lit tte grand? children gathered around her knees. The name of Tarleton was execrated in South Carolina till a very late period. But the Lydia Mackey epi? sode shows that he had a heart not wholly steeled against the nobler feel? ings of humanity. The history of our Revolutionary war can hardly present a more interesting tableau thau that of Lydia Mackey beg? ging the life of her husband at the hands of the brave and bloody Tarleton. It is altogether probable that the Lydia Mackey victory was the first ever gain? ed over this redoubtable commander. My mother, Mahala Mackey, born September 1, 1792, was the ninth and youngest child of Charles and Lydia Mackey, the subjects of this narrative. -Harper s Magazine. [From the Atlanta Constitution.] Letter from Betsey Hamilton. THE LOG ROLLING. Dear Cousin :-I have told you of the candy pullin' at Aunt Mahaly's, and the quiltiV at Miss Gooden's, but I haiut never told you about the log rollin at old man Hasher's. Pap lows them as never has tried to clear a thick timbered new ground mought think it was easy as whiltlin' of a stick or takin' a chaw tobacco ; and it is when they set off and watch t'other folks do it, but jest let 'ern lay hold and help awhile if they want to kno' what its cracked up to be ; and one man need not think he can do it all by hisself ; he is oblecged to ax hands to help him. The Hasheis had a little strip oil ground twix them and the Prices that they was fixin' to clean up and plant in corn. The}7 cut down the underbresh, and the trees, 'cept a few whoppin' big ones here and yan, and they jest chop? ped aroun' 'em when the sap was up and deadened 'em. They split a bifr chance of rails out'n the trees that was fllteu, and them that wasn't fitten had to be got outen the way of the plow. They had done all they could by themselves, so they turned in and axed hands to a log rollin', an' the women folks had a quiltin' the same day. Old Miss Hasher lowed her rule allu8 was work fust and play after? wards, git the ground cleered and the quilt out, and then frolic to satisfac? tion, and she was plum willin' to feed 'em if they could eat sich vittles as she had, and they was more than wel? come. We knowed in reason thar was gwine to be a big crowd, bekase we 6eed 'ern gwine by iu gangs by time it was light that morning. The Bates boys went by with their hounds like the}* was gwine a nuntin', and pap lowed if they was fool enuff to ca?*ry their dogs h? wusn't gwine ter take his'n, it was too dangersome, they was shore to run in the wa}* of a big log and git kilt or crippled. You see they are nosiu' around for rabbits, and they think they are turning over the logs to git 'em, and you can sease ly beat 'em out'n the way. Maw she fastened up old Scrouge an' Tige to keep 'ern from follenV of us, she low? ed she'd luther they'd howl all day as to git kilt ; and shore enuff Tom Bates' old Bulger got run over and kilt, and Cap Dewberry's little bench legged lice got crippled. Malindy ?lane and Ann Eliza and Caledony was longer we'uns, and we all went by the newgronnd to see'em at work. Pap and buddy was ahead thar ; they are both brag hands at a log rollin'. Buddy's ekle can't be found, far as Ullin* is consarned. lt was gin up thar that day thal he could beat airy two on the ground. Most all thc settlement boys was thar. Jake Loftis, Iky Roberson, Cap Dew? berry, Lum Gabriel, Jim Wiggins an' all that gang, an' I tell you they was a dearin' that latid in a hurry. Some was pilin' bresh, some rollin' logs, some pilm' 'em in big heaps, some gwine along firing and the blaze was high and red, and the smoke reatched the sky. All of 'em had off their coats and their faces looked like the blood would pop out, 'cept a few that was so black with pine smoke. Ma? lindy Jane hollered at Jake Loftis : "Hey, Jake, what makes your face so black ?" "Kase smoke follows pretty folks," said Jake ; then they al! hol? lowed and laughed, bekase Jake is monstrous ugly. They was all makin' a powerful foss, hollering whoopin', laughin' and singin' as lou^I as they could bawl, and having futa runuiu' jokes on one another, and they had tormented one poor fellow tell he was most ready to cry, an* pap lowed the fust one said another word to him he'd slap the lite outen him, so they let him alone quick, for when pap speaks they know he means what he says. They wasn't skase of whiskey, but it tuk 'em a time gittin it. They sent a feller with a jug after it, and he stayed so long they sent another fel? ler after him, and that'll stayed so long they sent the third man before they got any whiskey, and he found 'era both tight, and by the time he got back with the jug he was drunk'n airy one. Some of em most kilt them? selves to prove they was strong as Bud Hamilton; some was sharp enough to let t'others do the HftiV and they do the gruntin. Old Miss Hasher was as proud to git them ash? es as old Hasher was to git his ground cleered ; she kep a gwine on about them good hickory an' black-jack ash? es what strang lye they'd make, and how she was gwine ter make her soap in the light of the moon in March, and stir it with a sasafack stick and not 'low nobody else to fetch it, and turn it back'ards We gals wheeled in and soon got the fluilt out. After a while the men folks come to their dinner ; they stopped at the branch and washed before they got to the house. The Hashers had just every? thing for dinner you could name, and as pap says, the whole face of the yerth kivered with pumpkin pies, an' Ido believe pap wouldn't have thought it was a log rollin without them pumpkin pies. He calls it "wood pile desert/7 kase you can take a pie in your hand and set on the wood pile and eat it, and that's the way they done over there that day, some of'em stood around the iable and et., but most of 'em tuk ther vittles in ther hands, sot on the fence, and on the wood pile, and et it-them as wasn't too drunk to eat-and they all 'peared to have a sight of fun. Just let Bud Hamilton, or Iky Robertson, or Jake Loftis airy one open ther mouths and t'others all laughed. You mout have thought after rollin' all them logs, and pilin' all that breeh, them boys would be too tired to play, but I jes wish you could have saw 'em. A few of em sot about on the wood pile too shame to come in, but thar wasn't no shame in t'others.. Buddy and Cap Dewberry, and Iky Rober? son, and Buck Simpson, and Jake Loftis and them can look a mule out of countenance, and they ain't afeerd of nuthin' nor nobody ; airy one of 'em can walk up t./ a gal they never have saw before 'thout any interduc tion and talk to'er like they'd ktiowd her allus. Jake he thought he was mighty much of a mau that night with his new blue breeehes his mar had wove and made for him. Theodosia Williamson, they call her Dosh, is a good hearted, fat, simple minded sort of a gal, and she was takiti' on about Jake, laughin' at everything he said, and t'others all making fun of her k?se they knowed in reason he didn't care a straw for her. Ther wasn't cheers enough for all ; some was set tin' on the beds, and some of the gals settin' in one another's laps, but the biggest part of the gang was standin' up. Jake he was a settin' on a three legged stool and some of the boys was tryiV to make him git up. "1 shant do it," says he. "Oh, git up Jake," says Jim Wiggins, "git up and gin Miss Dosh that ar stool." Jake he patted his knee and lowed : "Come here Dosh and set on my blue breeches." "Shetyour mouth," says she, "J say it, I h ai nt gwine to do it ; you think you are mighty smart Jake Loftis " "Oh, come on Dosh," says he, still pattin' his knee, "come on, you know you want to." "I say it," says she; "you cant, fool me Jake, you know you haint in y ear n est, I'm not a gwine to do no such a thing." "Oh, come on," says Jake , "come on Dosh and sel' -rn my new breeches." "I say it," says she,' and sidled up to him and flopped herself down on his new blue breeches. 1 know you'ns won't believe that, but it's so, and it made Malindy Jane tumble mad. It's the talk that her and Jake is en? gaged. Laws, I aimed to tell you how they played and sung and kissed (t'others, not me,) and danced tell af? ter midnight, and about Cap gwine home longer me, and a power that 1 hain't got time to write, for its gittin' too dark to see how to spell, so no more at present. Yourn, BETSEY HAMILTON. Senator Hampton's Fun. Senator Hampton, says Mr. Jas. R. Randall of the Augusta Chrouicle, has prepared the following resolutions and sent them to John Sherman with the request that he offer them iu thc Senate : Whereas, Slavery and involuntary servitude, has been abolished in the United States ; aud whereas three ne? groes were recently sold in thc State of Ohio for fifteeu dollars apiece to a med? ical college ; and whereas this college designed that the negroes whom they had purchased should bo delivered dead ; and whereas the vendors of said negroes knocked out their brains in or? der to comply with thc requirements of the college, and whereas all these pro? ceedings seemed to be in violation of thc Constitution of the United States and the amendments thereto, bc it. Resolved, That the Committee on Privileges and Elections be instructed to investigate these apparent violations of the law, and to report whether or not the vendors of thc said negroes have not 'camped outside of the Consti? tution of the United States.' An Old Bale of Cotton. Mr A. S. Eastcrby purchased herc, on last Monday, of Mr. J. F. Hender? son, of Laurens Township, a bale of cot? ton grown and ginned in the year 1861, making it twenty-three years old. He was offered thirty-three cents for it at one time, and sioce 1861 he could have sold it at sixty cents per pound. The Tho price paid was ten cents-grade good middling-cotton in excellent state of preservation. He has three more like it.-Laurens Merchant and Farmer. % What Our Editors Say. Greenville Netcs. It seems a pity that some honest black man was "not quietly voted for by the Democrats, in the Black District, and elected to Congress while the sup? porters of Smalls slept at the ballot boxes. The South Carolina Radicals have evidently learned no sense by their years of adversity, and have failed to acquire political decency in their afflic? tion. The one important office they have the power to fill is occupied by the negro Smalls, a convicted and confessed thief whose corruption is as flagrant as j his imbecility is indisputable. We can only judge men and parties accurately by their actions. The fact that the Radicals of the Black District have elected Smalls to Congress and defeated honest, intelligent and respectable col? ored men who opposed him is clear proof that if they regain control of the State Whipper will be put on the Supreme Court bench. Elliot will be made Governor and men of similar character put wherever there is chance of picking and stealing. The aid of misguided and delud? ed white is the only thing that can re? store the negro to power. Those white men who would combine with the Rad? icals in a Greenback, Independent or any other party believing that Radical? ism is dead, are pointed to the Black District] where Smalls triumphs over decency and has his foot ou the i Green backers, the Independents and all the others. Mortality of the Negro. Fairfield News and Herald. The mortality of the negro race in Fairfield county is fearfully on thc in? crease. Strong bodied and athletic men, vigorous women and apparently healthy children takedown sick and die j with but a few weeks warning, j Thoughtful and observing physicians, whose practice entitles them to speak j with authority, estimate that seventy- j five per cent, of the deaths in this j country for the past few years I has been the result of cousu mp- ! tion. This seems strange and to some extent unexplainable, in i he i light of the fact that the negro race is stronger, more muscular and hardier j than the whites. But ar explanation of the phenomenon might possibly be j found iu the fact that the negroes neither properly care for themsclvesnor 1 their offspring ; and being ill-fed and i miserably clad consumption and other j pulmonary diseases would butfollowupon I the principles of natural causation. It ! would be interesting to hear from gen- j tlemen who are well informed upon the j subject under consideration. Will not j some of our physicians give us the re- ! suits of their experience aud observa? tion in this particular? The Business Outlook. Atlanta. Constitution. .Quiet and steady' properly describes the general situation. There are no j booms and none that can be foreseen ? before the outturn of the new crops, j A presidential year is uot apt to be a j great trade year, and from present in- j dicatious 1884 will not be#an exception i to the rule. The price of iron and j steel is considered thc great barometer j of business, and it drags, even in sales for delivery iu the fall months. The movements of merchandise are mode- i rate iu amount. The price of | ottuii remains below what the j size if th e crop would seem to point out. So it is all through the markets, i There is a fair amount of business at j small profits, both the volume of busi- ? uess aud the rate of profits showing a decrease. But the decrease is not j large ; there are no signs of panic in j the air and altogether the outlook is j hopeful to all who patiently wait. The ! busiuess that is transacted is wholly j healthful, and if thc crops of the pre sent year are large, we may witness a boom in the last months of it-certain- j ly not sooner. The outflow of gold alarms nobody, j It is chiefly artificial, and we eau j spare all that the bears can aiTord to send ! across the ocean Jf European buyers i of our surplus stocks of breadstuffs and i provisionsshould appear the scene would j quickly change. There are heavy ; stocks of wheat and pork in the western : cities, and both New York and New Orleans hold a great deal of cotton. | Ouce let exports of these articles spring j up, we will hear no more of gold ex? ports; but at present buyers aud sell? ers disagree very much as to prices. Such a difference can only be settled by time. The situation in the cotton states is hopeful. The farmers will put. all the seed in the ground that the nature of! the planting season will admit of. and j at the centers of trade there is a feeling j of confidence iu the future. The ; growth of our manufacturing interests and the development of our mineral re- i sources arc reducir, the number of j pessimists in thc soutn to a minimum, j The south is hopeful, couteut aud busy. The Sway of the Pistol. Christian Neighbor. The killiug of Marshal Richards of Cheraw, S. C., by W. Bogan Cash has ! occasioned much excitement through? out the State. The important items of 'DOWS,' in speech or print, has been for nearly a mouth something about the \ bloody tragedy. Fob. *23, in the town , of Cheraw. The public, we think, does : not, need-if it were possible or desira? ble to give it-any further information ? as to thc particulars of the fatal affair ; Cash has ii i s friends ; the deceased has ! friends ; and thc law has friends, and , cowardice has its subjects. All of these are at work more or less zealous? ly in their way. Cash's friends are at j work, if not to effect his escape, then to j save him from the extreme penalty of j thc law, while some of his enemies may ' bc seeking or hoping for personal revenge through conviction : and there l are those who believe it is time that Cash should, without fear or favor, be j made to realize the just and full force of the law, the same as any other offend- j er against the peace and dignity of the j State. All attempts to evade or defeat ; a due course of law, or to convict, or j punish contrary to law and justice, are j wrong. . Let the law have free course1 and be glorified, whether it result the acquittal or conviction of accused. The case demands full, fe less and even-banded justice, this end all steps sbould be direct and to bis end all true friends of 1 and order desire to see tbe law cond the case. Let the law in the hands its appointed administrators have cot charge of the case. It is officious a uDj'ust for any person to essay, outs of the forms of law, to establish prove either the guilt or the innocei of an accused person. This is I business of the court. In all that has been said and wr ten about this homicide, and ma others as well, we have not heard seen a word against the unlawful, t cowardly, the murderous practice men carrying deadly weapons on th persons. With Bogan Cash, as wi very many other men in South Cai lina, the pistol is the 'finish' of 1 toilet. They go forth to murder OD contingency-they to judge of the co tiogency, and if they choose, conditi or bring about the contingency. Bog Cash was only in the fashion of the pi toi class of law-and-order (?) citizec and bis shooting of Mr. Richards w what be thought a man with a bip-poc et pistol had a right to do if he wished. The pistol of Cash was su ported by a custom, and its use ? Richards was but a 'repeat* of the ci tom's outcropping. The iaw agaiu carrying pistols is too near a dead lett all ever the State. This pistol custoi dating far back along tbe line of ant bellum straggling outlaws, was great enlarged and popularized by the rece civil war, and has been cootinuedon i individual 'self-preservation7 respon.? bility since the war ended. The cu tom of bearing arms in 'defence of tl country' has been continued by a Iar< class of men in wearing arms in 'sel defence'-and in defence of self-offens This abominable custom continues ! receive support by the military organ zations, military schools and militai glorifications of the present bloody da^ And no little support is giveu to tl root and ground of this custom by tl studious and ominous silence of pr< fessedly Christian teachers in school, colleges, pulpits and printiug establisl ments. Much, very much, is sai against the murderous workings < deadly weapons, but little seems to b thought or said against the system an principles of which the pistol is a legi i m ate exponent. ?M-I, I - 11 CMW A Singularly Sad Suicide. CHICAGO, March 17.-A sad story that of the life of Frederick Williai Gagow and his wife, as revealed i fragmentary glimpses of it seen iu the self-chosen death-chamber to-day. OD year ago next Thursday he procured license for their marriage in Leipsic Germany. No more is kuown of the? until October 10, last, wheu they le New York for Chicago. Agaiu thei lives drop beneath the surface unt January 19, last, when they took lodg ing io a cheap and poor quarter of th city. The visions of plenty which tbe had seen on board the emigrant shi were not realized. Gagow found n work, aud as their carefully saved hoar? dwindled day by day man and wif grew despondent. Last night the em was reached. Their rent was unpan and there remained to them butasiugh five-cent piece. They canvassed tlx situation and resolved upou a plan t< pay the debt once for all. This morning when Mrs. Brodericl opened the door of their little room sh< fouud her lodgers beyond all trouble oi thought of the to-morrow. There wen short nails in the walls, one on ead side of the small room. There wen cords which had done service upon theil scant couch. These cords bad proved a most effective weapon with which tc drive the wolf from the door. Thc husband had knotted one of them about his wife's throat and had drawn it a? tightly as possible over the spike in the wall, and then performed a like service for himself. Though the feet of both rested on the floor, there was uo waver? ing in their determination to be rid ol life, and death had come at their call, finding them carefully aud cleanly dressed in the best of their poor clothes, their poorer ones having served as fuel to warm them in their last moments. They died as they had lived-together. Last of the Greenbackers, The Columbia correspondent of thc Augusta Chronicle and Constitutionalist, in an article to that journal under date of March 15th, says: "Walking up Main street to-day, my attention was attracted by the appearance of the most remarkable looking mule and wood cart that perhaps ever was seen on Main street iu this city, or the streets of any other city iu this world. The mule had certainly seen its three score years aud ten. lie was white. AH old mules are white. His legs were not less than six feet long, and with the exception of the left bind one, would not measure more than tour iuches in circumference. The excepted leg was of the same >\zc as the others from the back joint up. but below that aud down to the pedal extremity it had swollen so large that the balance of the mule seemed but a small appendage of it. His head was fully four feet long, and the under lip hung so low down that it almost tripped him as he walked, or rather hobbled. His soft, sad eyes had long since re? tired to rest beneath huge eyelids that ho did uot have thc strength to raise. His loog ears reclined upon his emaciat? ed shoulders. His body, minns thc six inch hair that covered it. was possibly two inches thick. The cart consisted of two ancient, bug-eaten wheels, minus half of thc spokes and part of the fel? loes. One shaft was made of huckle? berry wood aud thc other of sweet gum. The frame on it was three feet by two, and it was half tilled with about a dozen sticks of scrub oak saplings. The only leather about, the harness was a part of the "blind" on the bridle, the balance of it was manufactured from retenants of guano sacks. I watched the owner of this team, and after drag? ging it abnut half a square he halted in front of a bar-room. 1 crossed the street and found him engaged in an animated discussion of financial questions, and upon inquiry found that be was the last of the South Carolina Greenbackers." Pour Hogs to the Cord. 'Come up and see some hogs,' said Mr. Charles Robe to a friend yester? day. The bogs were piled along Thirty^ third street from Mr. Kobe's place of busiuess to the corner of Eighth avenue, over 100 feet distant. Men, women and small boys gathered in knots to look at the piles. 'To fully comprehend the size of these bogs,' said Mr. Rohe,5 a little comparison is necessary. Thus a neat little phaeton mare weighs anywhere from 800 to 900 pounds. An ordinary roadster weighs somewhere near 3 thousand. A good farm horse will ga from 1,200 to 1,300 pounds. Of the tweuty hogs piled along Thirty-third street, the runt weighs 866 pounds.' The weights of the others were paint? ed on their rounded jaws, and ran from 873 to 1,098 pouods. Twenty of them weighed 19,648 pounds. Four of them measure a cord. The breeds are known as red and white Jerseys. 'Where did they all come from Y 'Burlington, N. J.,'said Mr. Robe, 'They were raised by Mr. John Carter. He's got some more like them, only one is larger. They dress down about fifteen per cent. Those bogs bad a bet? ter bouse to live in than a third of the people of this city have. Each hog had a separate stall, that was kept clean and sweet by constant attention aud un? limited fresh bedding. They were cared for just as fast horses are. They were fed on meal and milk. As a lot they are the heaviest ever brought to New York, or ever raised, for that matter. The largest one of the lol is the largest hog on record except one not slaughtered yet.' 'Did it pay Y 'Yes aud no. The gratification of beating the record is always worth the expense. But lighter hogs yield more money on the investment.-New York Sun. --m>- * ? -mm Smith Wanted What He Or? dered. Some years ago an Austin mer? chant, whom we will call Smith-be? cause that was and is the name paint? ed on his sign board, sent au order for goods to a New York firm. Ile kept a very extensive general store, had plenty of money, kept all his ac? counts in a pocket memorandum book, and didn't know the difference be? tween double entry book-keeping and the science of hydrostatics. Among other things he ordered was 12 gross assorted clothes-pins, 12 ditto grindstones. When he ordered the grindstones, iie meant to order an assortment of twelve grindstones. The shipping cleik of the New York firm, was as? tonished when he read the order. He went to the manager and said : "For Heaven's sake ! what do they want with twelve gross, 1,728 grind? stones, in Texas?" The manager 6aid it must be a mistake, and tele? graphed Smith : "Wasn't it a mistake ordering so many grindstones ?" Old man Smith prided himself on never making a mistake. He had no copy of his order to refer to, and, if he liad, he would not have refered to it, because he knew he had only or? dered twelve grinstoneb. So he wrote back : "Probably you think you know my busiuess better than I do. I always order what I want, and I want what I order. Send on the grindstones." The New York firm knew Smith was a little eccentric, but that he al? ways paid cash on receipt of invoice, and was able to buy a dozen quarriee full o? grindstones if he cared to in? dulge in such luxuries, so they filled his order as written, and chartered a schooner, filled her full of grindstones, and cleared her for Galveston. They wrote to Smith, and said that they hoped the consignment of grindstones by schooner would keep him going until they could charter another ves? sel. Smith sold grindstones at whole sale, and at low figures on long time for some three years afterwards. Now, when Smith's wicked rivals in business want to perpetrate a practi? cal joke on an innocent hardware drummer, they tell him that he had better not neglect to call on Smith, as they had just heard the old man say he wanted to order some more grindstones. When the drummer calls on Smith, and, with a broad smile lighting up his countenance, says, "Mr. Smith, I understand yon are needing some grindstones," there is a painful tableau that the reader can better imagine than we eau de? scribe.-Texas Siftings. Some interesting figures are given in the London Truth, showing the eartrtngs of well known writers. Disraeli, it is stated, made by bis pen ??30.000 ; Byron, ?23.000. Lord Macaulay re? ceived ?20,000 on account ef three fourths net profits for bis history. Thiers and Lamartine received nearly ?20,000 each for their respective his? tories. Thackery is said never to have received ?5,000 for any of his novels. Sir Walter Scott was paid ?110,000 for eleven novels of three volumes each and nine volumes of 'Tales of my Landlord.' For one novel he received ?10,000, and between November, 1825. and June, 1827, he received ?23,000 for literary work. Lord Lytton said to have made ?80.000 by his novels ; Dickens, it has been computed, ought to have been making ?10.000 a year for the three years prior to the publication of 'Nich? olas Nickleby and Trollope in twenty years made ?70,000. The following sums are said to have been paid to the authors for single famous books : 'Romola.' George Eliot. ?10,000; .Waverly.' Scott, ?700; 'Woodstock,' Scott, ?8,000; 'Life of Napoleon,' Scott ?1S,000; 'Armadale.' Wilkie Collins. ?5,000; 'Lallah Rookh.' Thomas Moore, ?3.000; 'History of Rome,' Goldsmith, ?300 ; ?History of Greece,' Goldsmith, ?250; 'History of England,' Goldsmith, ?600 ; 'Vicar of Wakefield,'Goldsmith, ?60; Decline and Fall,' Gibbon, ?10,000; 'Lives of Poets,' Johnson ?300; 'RasseW Johnson, ?100.