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W«W.
B. W. JOMU.
KDITOB
IDAHO CITY, I. T.
FRIDAY............September 10, 1875.
»A johuson, TAILOR."
fht Old Shop in Granville Where the Ex
' President Worked—HU Library, Speeches,
Etc. _
A correspondent writing from Green
ville, Tennessee, gives some graphic
descriptions of the scene at Mr. John
son's funeral and the preparations made
for it Of the decorations he says:
"Mr. Johnson's office was draped so
heavily that it was almost hidden from
view. Within were his books and pa
pers where he left them. On the table
where he wrote were copies of several
papers, his spectacles, a gold pen, a
copy of his last message to Congress,
a historical work by the Hon. Gideon
Welles, ex-Secretary of the Navy,
with an inscription showing that it
was presented to him by the author.
His library is very large and bears ev
idence of being selected with great
pare. Among other works relating to
HIS OWN POLITICAL CAREER
Are volumes containing a complete
record of the pardons granted by him
as President of the United States, and
his veto messages. At the corner, op
posite the court-house, a sign has been
erected reading: "Leading to Andy
Johnson's tailor-shop." This shop is a
small building of a single story, about
twenty feet by sixteen, and is still in
a good state of preservation. Over
the door is the old sign, a board four
feet long and one foot and a half in
width, painted black, with the words
Yes, like Alexander, wanted "more!"
Now, this "local" had already walked
till nearly dead, he had sauntered
through the city till his feet were very
sore—walked through the streets
palled Dauphin, and the byways run
ning off into portions of the city both
public and secure; examined store and
cellar, questioned every "feller" whom
lie met, from door to door, if anything
was stirring, anything occurring—
"A. Johnson, Tailor," in yellow letters.
This building has two small windows,
at one of which Mr. Johnson was wont
to work as the village tailor. It was
in this shop that he
FIRST BEGAN TO READ BOOKS.
For the purpose of informing himself
in order to be able to discuss subjects
bofore the debating society of which
he was one of the charter members.
He first signified his willingness to
enter into a public debate, and assist
in the organization of a society. The
first subject debated by him was the
"Indians, and what should be done
with them." He was casually talking
the subject over with a friend, and
both becoming rather excited, their
friends invited them to go to a sad
dler's shop close by and talk it over
before a crowd, which they immedi
ately did. This was Mr. Johnson's
first speech in public. The shop is at
present occupied by an old negro wo
man, whom Mr. Johnson placed in
pharge of it. It was neatly draped in
mourning to-day, and visited by all
who attended the funeral. It is in full
view of the place where Mr. Johnson
camped on the night of his arrival
from North Carolina.
A Peep through jhe Keyhole.—A
recent debate in the English House of
Commons has given Englishmen a peep
through the Saltan of Turkey's keyhole.
England seems to have a right to look into
the Sultan's aflairs. It has lent him a hum
dred millions of pounds, has defended him
in the Crimea, and has entertained him in
London. The Sultan, it seems, appropri
ates an income of two million pounds,
while the income of his whole country is
only seven millions. The shores of the
Bosphorus are studded yrith his vast pala
ces, and eveiyday at dinner, the Sultan,
who dines alone, has 107 dishes provided
f<# Jiim. He maintains 800 wives, 850 eu
nuchs, and 800 horses. Thirty thousand
pxen annually are provided for the Sultan's
kitchen, and other live stock and poultry
^»proportion!
A REVOLUTION AST SERMON,
The following eloquent discourse
was preached on the eve of the Battle
of Brandywine, September 10, 1777, in
the presence of Washington and his
army, at Chadd's Ford:
•»They that take the sword shall perish by the
«word."
Soldiers and Countrynen : W e have
met this evening perhaps for the last
time. We have shared the toil of the
march, the peril of the fight, the dis
may of the retreat—alike we have en
dured the toil and hunger, the contu
mely of the internal foe, the outrage
of the foreign oppressor. We have
night after night beside the same
campfire, shared the same rough sol
dier's fare; we have together heard
the roll of the reveille which called us
to duty, or the beat of the tattoo
which gave signal for the hardy sleep
of the soldier with the earth for his
bed, and the kuapsack for his pillow.
And now, soldiers and brethren, we
have met in the peaceful valley, on the
eve of battle, while the sunlight is dy
ing away beyond yonder heights, the
sunlight that to-morrow morn will
glimmer on scenes of blood. We have
met amid the whitening tents of our
encampment; in times of terror and
gloom have we gathered together.
Grant that it may not l>e for the last
time. Brethren, does not the awful
voice of nature seem to echo the sym
pathies of this hour? The Hag of
your country droops heavily from yon
der staff—the breeze has died away
along the plain of Chad's Ford—the
plain that spreads before us glisten
ing in sunlight—the heights of the
Brandywine rise gloomy and grand
beyond the waters of yonder steam,
and all nature holds a pause of sol
emn silence, on the eve of the blood
shed and strife of the morrow.
"They that take the sword shall
perish by the sword."
And have they not taken the sword?
Let the desolate plain, the blood-sod
den valley, the sacked village and tin
ravished town answer—lot the starv
ing mother, with the babe clinging t<>
her withered breast, that ran afford
no sustenance, let her answer, with
'
the death-rattle mingling with the
murmuring tones that mark the last
struggle for life—let the dying moth
er and her babe answer! It was but
a day past, and our land slept in the
light of peace. War was not here—
wrong was not here. Fraud, and
woe and misery, and want, dwelt not
among us. From the eternal solitude
of the woods arose the blue smoke of
the settler's cabin, and golden fields of
com peered forth from amid the waste
of the wilderness, and the glad music
of human voices awoke the silence of
the forest. Now! God of Mercy, be
hold the change! Under the shadow
of a pretext—under the sanctity of
the name of God, invoking the redeem
er to their aid, do these foreign hire
lings slay our people! They throng
our towns, they darken our plains,
and now they encompass our posts on
the lonely plain of Chadd's Ford.
"They that take the sword shall per
ish by the sword."
Brethren, think me not unworthy of
belief when I tell you that the doom of
the British is near! Think me not
vain when I tell you, though they
now enshroud us, I sec gathering
thick and fast, the darker cloud, and
the blacker storm of a Divine retribu
tion!
They may conquer us to-morrow.
Might and wrong may prevail, and we
may be driven from the field; but the
hojir of God's own vengeance will
come!
Aye! if in the vast solitudes of eter
nal space—if in the heart of the bound
less universe there throbs the being
of an awful God, quick to avenge and
sure to punish guilt, then will the
man, George of Brunswick, called
Kiug, feel in his brain and in his heart
the vengeance of the eternal Jehovah!
A blight will be upon his life—a with
ered brain, an accursed intellect—a
blight will be upon bis children, and
jContinental hosts, the half-suppressed
i t M istl<- of the can,p. the hurried tramp
on his people. Great God, how dread
the punishment!
Soldiers: I look around among
your familiar faces with a strange in
terest! To-morrow morning we will
go forth to battle—for need I tell you
that your unworthy minister will go
with you, invoking God's aid in the
fight? We will march forth to battle.
Need I exhort you to fight the good
fight—to fight for your homesteads,
your wiveB and your children?
You will go forth to battle to-mor
row with light hearts and determined
spirits, though the solemn duty, the
duty of avenging the dead, may rest
heavy on your souls. And in the hour
of battle, where all around is darkness,
lit by the lurid cannon ball, and the
piercing musket flash; when the
wounded strew the ground, and the
dead litter your path, then remember,
soldiers, that God is with you. The
eternal God fights for you—He rides
the battle cloud. He sweeps onward
with the march of the hurricane charge.
The awful and the infinite will tri
umph.
"They that take the sword shall
perish by the sword."
You have taken the sword, but not
in the spirit of wrong and ravage.
You have taken the sword for your
homes, for your wives, for your little
ones.
You have taken the sword for
truth, for justice and right, and to
you the promise is, be of good cheer,
for your foes have taken the sword iu
defiance of all that man holds dear
« »1 .
they shall per-,
ISti
in blasphemv of God; they shall j
. * ,
»V the sword.
« .1 iii- 1
And now, brethren ami soldiers, 1
, . . ,, 'e it \i 1
bid you all farewell. Many of us may!
r *. . A * ,y 1 ..
fall in the fight tomorrow. God rest
. , . h eu .... c ..........
the soul of the fallen—many of ns may
,.. 4n<1 . r ,* . t '
live to tell the storv «»I the tight to
morrow, and in the memory of all will
ever rest and linger the scene of this
autumnal night. Swiemu twilight ad
vances over tin* valley; the woods on
j the opposite heights fling their long
shadows over the green of the mead*
low; around us are the tents of the
camp
of soldier* to and fr«*; now the confu
sion, and now the stillness which
marks the eve of battle. When wo
meet again, may the long shadow of
twilight Im* tlung over a peaceful land.
God in heaven grant it.
*-»♦«-*
A Dm; Story.— It is said that mon
keys dislike to Ik* laughed at; and
dogs sometimes evince the same aver
sion to serving as the butt of human
ridicule. A writer gives the follow
ing instance: A dog of his acquain
tance had a fondness for catching flies
on the window panes; but, if rallied
when unsuccessful in the effort, be
trayed the greatest annoyance. On
one occasion, the writer purposely
laughed immoderately every time the
dog failed to capture his game; and it
so happened that he failed several
times in succession, being, as the wri
ter believes, disconcerted by the de
rision his ill-success called forth. Fi
nally, he became so distressed that he
actually feigned to catch the fly, go
iug through all the appropriate ac
tions with his lips and tongue, and af
terward rubbing the floor with his
neck as if to kill his victim. When
the whole performance was concluded,
he looked up at the writer with a tri
umphant air of success. So well did
the dog simulate the entire process,
that had not the fly still remained on
the window to convict him of deceit,
his ruse would have been undiscovered.
When, however, his attention was
called to the fly, as well as the ab
sence of any remnants of one upon the
floor, he saw that his hipocrisy was
understood, and slunk away under
some furniture as if exceedingly
ashamed of himself.
"Hazing" at West Point.— The last
"hazing" affair at West Point did not
turn out just as its projectors in
tended. The cadets are now in camp
and have to perform all the duties of
soldiers in actual service. The mem
bers of the other classes usually se
lect this time for fagging the "plebs,"
or freshmen, whish means that the
"plebs" are forced to black the boots
of these swells and perform other me
nial services, besides being knocked
round in a very uncomfortable manner.
The other night a "pleb" was placed
on duty as a sentiijel on a hill- over
looking the c^mp. While engaged in
his nocturnal duties he was attacked
by his usual tormentors, who tried to
roll him down the bill. Instead of qui
etly submitting, he fixed his bayonet,
and, slashing right and left, put his
assailants to flight, one of them being
severely wounded. The commanding
officer, the next day, passed the affair
over with the remark that the "pleb"
should have run his bayonet up to the
hilt in the bodies of the attacking par
ty. The assault deserved more serious
attention.. If the cadettes are at West
Point to learn the art of war, they
should be dismissed if they have no
higher idea of their vocation than to
turn the domain of study into an arena
for the display of ruffianism. — Louis
ville Courier-Journal.
MORE COPT
j
The following is a parody on Poe's
Raven :
Once in August, wet and weary,
pondering o'er a memorandum book
of items used before, book of scrawl.
ing head notes, rather, items taking
days to gather, in hot and sultry
weather, (using up much time and
leather ) pondered we these items o'er,
1
\\ hue we conned them slowly r-ckuitr
. -
<11 our mind queer ideas flocking )
1 .
came a quick and nervous knocking—
1 y
knocking at the sanctum door. "Sure
^
that must Ik» Jinks," we muttered—
"Jinks that's knocking at our door:
Jinks, the everlasting bore." Ah,
bow well do we remind us. in the walls
which then confined us. the exchanges
lay behind us. and around us. ail o'er
the floor.
borrow some nowsoapers till to-m< r*|
row," and 't will be relief fr mi sorrow
to get rid of Jinks the Imre, bv open
ing wide the door. Still the visitor
kept a knocking at the d >ur. And the
scattered piles of papers cut some
rather curious capers, being lifted by
the breezes coming through another
; door, and we wished ( tin* wish was
evil fur one deemed always civil) that
I Jinks was at the devil, to stay there
evermore; there to find his level—
Jinks tht» never unstringing bore!
Bracing up our patience tinner, then
without another murmur; "Mr. Jen
kins, your pardon, your forgiveness
we implore; but the fact is we were
reading of some curious proceeding,
and thus it wa* unheeding, your loud
knocking there before,-''here we
opened wide the door. But pliancy
now our feelings—for it was not Jinks,
the bore—.links nameless evermore!
But the form that stood before us,
Thinks we "Jinks wants to,
caused a trembling to come o'er us,
and memory bore us back again to
the days of yore; days when items
were in plenty, and where e'er this
writer went he picked interesting
items by the score. 'T was the form
of our "devil," in attitude uncivil; and
he thrust his head within the open
door, with, "The foreman's out of copy,
sir! and he says he wants some more."
not published heretofore—and met
with no success; he would rather guess
he felt a little wicked at this ugly
bore, with his message from the fore
man that lie wanted "something more."
"Now, its time you were departing,
you scampi" cried we, upstarting, "get
you back into the office—-office where
you were before—or the words which
you have spoken will get your bones
all broken," (and we seized a cudgel
oaken) that was lying on the floor.
"Take your hands out of your pockets
and leave the sanctum door; tell the
foreman there is no copy, you ugly lit
tle bore." Quoth the devil, "send him
more." And our devil never sitting,
still is flitting back and forth upon
the landing just outside the sanctum
door.
LIST op
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-9TTXT THE TIM,
lauer & swum
creiM?MÎnto? to * a »H
linen COATS k
CASHMERE AND DOE SKM p® ^
Aline lot of
FASHIONABLE S AT j
A large variety of
Gents furnishing Goods, fa,
Their stock of fancy and stanl* r.
be excelled in quality andp^K**
the Territory. Our motto is,
QUICK SALES AND SIAL
PROFITS.
P. 8. —Special inducements offered .
Please give us a call before
lauer 4
G, MARRE,
DEALER IX STOVES, usv a
PUMPS, SHEET IHOX ZINT
COPPER, BRASS, SHELF '
HARDWARE. AND
AGRICULTURAL IMPLEMENTS
Manufacturer of
tin, copper, and sheet iron ware, Idaho (fo
GREAT REDUCTION
in the price of everything u
J. B. EMERY'S
NEW YORKSTO
NEW, FRESH AND nES.RABLE GOODS.
Comprising, iu put,
white (i«K>n.s and house FriiXisHixGGiwiT
Laces and EMBROIDERIES,
nu;tonk % of all kinds,
RIBBONS AND MILLINERY,
Klu GLOVES,
Eats ut all kinds,
lD.I r) an<l Gent*' furiiDhiug.
1-AKASoLS AND UMBRELLAS.
FANC Y GOODS. PERFUMERIES.
The- Irish unci Mar Soups.
Luilirk* anti C hllditu** Shots.
DRESS GOODS, DEPARTMENT COMILEX
CARPETS AND MAT TING,
CROC KERY AND GLASS W;EE,
All Kind« ofFanrv Grorrrif*.
CANNED GOODS AND PICKELS,
FISH—M Ac K EKEL. CODFISH AND REEKIN'
FISH EROS. WAGONS,
Fi H'U SPRING WAGONS.
THE CHAMPION REAPER AND MUMEK,
St'LKIE RAKES.
Wagon Timber Heady Made for*
Faria of a A\ agon,
AXLES AND SPOKES, WAGONCOVERSANPBib
CONCORD HARNESS. COMPLETE,
When 1 aav that I pell good* j si
other house in the Basin, under?
do bo tor the reason that 1 '
fn ighting, and have a large ,r *'" '
colletant tiavcl between Idaho and
We boII coeds tor CASH only. ^
gg'Call, examine and price the ^
enumerated, aud satisly yourself.
AU«. 27, lS75-tf.
1716.
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CENTENNIAL MEDAL*
have ox HAND A LARGE^
be bidffr
I ply of Centennial medals,
THREE DOLLA R8 Add« j, I.
BEN. WILLSON, Pioneerw
s. w. wui-it,
Licensed Auctioneer, Mall_ 9 t F ee h
ty.
Auction every
rjulyl^w
Cit - V ' ■ , Sahara,
Wotico of Dissolu*".
N otice is
partnership heretofore busio eS * iD .^it
undersigned in the Butche f a toil
county is this day dissolved J tb*
James McDevitt having „nder*^,*.
Joseph E. Rowe. Either of^ firing
authorized to setUe the bu8lD .%ES UcDgS,
Devitt A Rowe. & B °
August 30, 1875-w3
notice to *»**"£>
mHE TAX PAYERS OF ^
A take notice that the Terri ^tbe %
taxes are now due and paysb - gtrictlf eD Lw
relation to their
and that the time for collecting ^
the first day of October,
Assessor and Ex-offlcio Tax C
^Idaho Citt, Aug. IU.
OBSTACLES TO
method of treatment .
diu. Book, «d
velopea. Addreia, HOwaw/^
». Ninth St,. £ no r»b» e 608
Ing a high reputation for