Decatur Eagle, Volume 11, Number 21, Decatur, Adams County, 30 August 1867 — Page 1

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ATTORNEYS. /AS. O. BKAKTAN. HOWBR X BASSON. BRANYAN & RANSOM. .A/ttorneys at Law, Claim & Insurance Agent*. Also, Notaries Public, DECATUR, INDIANA, Reverences.—Hon, John U. Petitt, Wabash, Ind., Wm. H. Trammel, Esq., Hon. J. R. Coffroth, First National Bqnk, Caph. U. D. Cole, Huntington, Ind., Hon. H. B. Sayler, In lianapolis, Ind. .C .Bbastan is Deputy Prosecuting Attorney. vllnl9tf. D. D. HELLER, _A.ttorney at Law, DECATUR, INDIANA. Will practice his profession anywhere in Indiana or Ohio. OFFICE.—With Dr. Sorg, over Spcn•er & Meibers'-Hardware Store. JAMES R. 8080, -Altorney at Law, -A-JNJTD Pension & Bounty Agent, DEOATUUR, INDIANA. Draws Deeds, Mortgages and Contracts. Redeems Lands, pays Taxes, and collects Bounties and Pensions. OFFlCE—Opposite the Auditor’s Office - vlOnfUf. D. STUD AB A KER, -Attorney at Law, -A.JNTX3 Claim & Real Estate Agent, DECATUR, INDIANA. Will practice law in Adams and adjoining counties; secure Pensions and other claims against the Government; buy and sell Real Estate; examine titles and pay taxes, and other business per taining to Real Estate Agency. He is also a Notary Public, and is prepared to draw Deeds, Mortgages and other instruments of writing. vlOnlltf. REAL ESTATE AGENTS. JAMESTr. 8080 l LICENSED REAL ESTATE AGENT, DECATUR, INDIANA, IChCI of good farming “vJU lan d, several Town Lots, and a large quantity of wild land for Bale. If you want to buy a good farm or wild land he will sell it to you. If you want your land sold he will sell it for you. Fo sale, no charge. vlOnGtf PHYSICIANS. F. A. JELLEFF, Physician and Surgeon, DECATIIt, OFFICE—On Second Street, over Bollman’s Store. vßn!stf. ANDREW SORG, Physician and Surgeon, lA'DIAA'A. OFFICE—On Seoond Street over Spencer & Meibers' Hardware Store. vßn42tf. S. C. AYERS, M. D., —RESIDENT— Eye and Ear Surgeon, FORT WAYNE. INDIANA. OFFICE—No, 80 Calhoun Street. vlln9tf. AUCTIONEER. C. HI. FRANCE Would announceto thepublicthat he is a regularly licensed auctioneer, and will attend all Public Sales, whenever requested, upon addressing him at Wilshire, Ohio. HOTELS. ~ MIESSE HOUSE, Third St., Opposite the Court Howse, DECATUR, IJTD., I. J, MIESSE, ::::::::::: Proprietor. This House is entirely new, neatly furnished, and is prepared to accommodate the public in the best style. Board by the day or week. vlln9tf. MONROE HOUSE. MONROEVILLE, INDIANA. L. WALKER,:::::::: Proprietor, This House is prepared to accommodate the travelling public in the best style, and at reasonable rates. nsvlltf. MAII’STBEET EXCHANGE. A. FREEMAN, Proprietor. West Main Street, near the Public Square. FORT irAPA'E, IJTD, vllnllyl. HEDEKIY HOUSE On Barr, between Columbia and Main Sts. FORT WA YNE, IND. ET.I KEARNS, . . VS Proprietor. Office of Auburn and Decatur Stage lines. Also good stabling in connection with the House. vllnllyl. MAYER HOUSE. J. LESMAN,Proprietor. Corner Calhoun and Wayne Sts., FORT WAYNE, vllnllyl. Indiana. MONROEVItLE EXCHANGE. MONROEVILLE, IND. B. O. COVERDALE, Proprietor. Mr. Coverdale is also a Notary Public, Real Estat, and Isauras.. Ag«st. vitally!.

DECATUR. IXTI, FRIDAY. AUG. 30, 1867.

TOAST FOR LABOR. Hexe’s to the man with horny hand, "Who tugs the breathing bellows; Where anvils ring, in every land, He'i loved by all good fellows. And here’s to him who goes afield And through the globe is plowing. Or with stout arm the axe doth wield While ancient oaks are bowing. Here’s to the delver in the mine, The sailor on the ocean. With those of every craft and line, Who work with true devotion, Our love for her who toils in gloom, WVB>o cranks and wheel's are clanking Bereft is she of nature’s bloom, Yet God in patience thanking. A curse for him who sneers at toll, And shuns his share of labor; The knave who robs his native soil, While leaning on his neighbor. Here may this truth be taught on earth, Grew more and more in favor, There is no wealth but owes its worth To handicraft and labor. Then pledge the founders of our wealth— The builders of our nation; Weknow their worth, now to their wealth Drink we with acclamation. Gen Grant and tbe Persimmon Brigade. A friend some time ago related to us an anecdote of General; Grant, which is too good to be lost:

Such of our readers as served in East Tennessee, during the winter campaign of 1863-4—and no jjloubt we have a large number of them—will remember that the soldiers were very scantily supplied with clothing ,and it was a common thing to issue com in the ear as rations both to men and mules each man receiving from one to three ears per day. This was especially true of a brigade of Indiana six month’s men, known as the “Persimmon Brigade,” because, not relishing corn in the ear they chose to subsist on persimmons. So much were tbe men kept on the alert that though Major Ballard, a paymaster, was present, the commanding officer would not allow him to pay off the regiment for more than a month. Such was the state of affairs when General Grant, having been appointed to the supreme command of the army paid a flying visit to the forces. Grant arrived unannounced and unexpected, at the place, on a bitter cold day, and forbade the firing of a salute or making any other demonstration. After spending some time with General Wilcox, Grant went out and mounted his horse. The sentinel who was an uncouth specimen of the Hoosier, was trying to keep himself warm by walking to and fro, alternately striking the butt of his musket on the pavement and testing the solidity of the frozen earth by trying to thru*t his bayonet into it. General Grant appeared to be amu*ed at the performance, and addressing the soldier, said, “Well my man to what command do you belong ?” Picking up an old *hoe on the point of his bayonet, and twirling it in the air, the man replied. “I belong to the wun hunted and th Injyanny Col , the d — d old rip.” “You don’t seem to like Col said Gen. Grant. “Now, look here, Mister,” replied the soldier, “I don’t wish you any harm, but I wish you had to tak* my place under him for a month or two.” “Why, what is the matter with him ?” inquired the General, “Matter!—why dod rot his old soul! he’s starvin us to death.” “Starving you?” “Yes sir, starvin us! I don’t expect you’ll bleve me, for it’s a tough story to tell a white man; but it’s a gospill truth, I haint had a to sat now for more

than eight days except a few persimmons F “Well,” said Grant, “that is a pretty tough story.” “Yes, jt.t>, but I’ll take my solid oath on a stack of bibles as high as that house that it’s every word the gospill truth! Mister, can you give me a chaw of tobacker?” “I have no tobacco about me,” said the General, “but I can get you some;” and turning to one of the escort he got a plug of tobacco and handed it over to “Injianny.” He took out his knife as to cut it, and looking 1 up, said. “Please Mister may I take two chaws ? I hain’t had a taste of tobacker for more’n four weeks! Dod rot the sutlers.” “O, yes,” said Grant “you may keep the whole plug if you choose. We have plenty.” “Now, Mister I thank you ten pounds of tobacker some time.— This’ll be meat, coffee and blankets for Jim and me.” Why, don’tyou have blankets enough ?” “Blankets !—thunder! Mister, I spose you’ll think I’am an ungodly liar, but I hain’t had no blanket nor no overcoat now for more’n siz weeks—and, lordy! ain’t it cold of nights ? I wish you had to try it as we do ! No !—that’s a lie!—l don’t wish it neither!” “How come you to be without an overcoat and blanket?” the GeneraLinquired. “Why, sir,” said the Hoosier, “Colonel — : ——, the d—d old rip took us out of camp over here at Clinch Gap, and while we were gone, the Johnnies—dod rot their theivin’ rebel hearts! I wish I had about six of ’em here now!—they made a raid on my camp, and stole all our overcoats and blankets! Dod darn ’em.” “Well,” said Grant, “you do seem to have a hard time of it.” “I rawther guess we do,’’said the soldier; “and that ain’t all! I hain’t never had no pay neither! Dam me es I’ve had a dollar now for more’n four months.” ’’What is the reason of that ?” inquired the General. “Don’t the Paymaster ever come around here ?” “Yes,” said the soldier, “the Paymaster came around two months ago, and he was lousy with greenbacks.” “Well, then',” said Grant, “Why didn't you get your pay ?” “Why jist this reason, Mister.— After we’d signed the pay rolls, and the Paymaster had the ready John Davis counted out in piles for us, Col. ,the d—d old rip marched us off over the Clinch Gap, and I hain’t seen no Paymaster since. And I tell you Mister, when this tobacker’s gone I’ll be dod rotted to thunder es me and the boys don’t make a raid on one of the sutlers, es we’re hung for it in five minutes ! Darn ’em they’re ( as bad as the rebs.' They won’t trust a fellow to a cent!” .“Now,” said the General, “you look like an honest man; and if you’ll be sure to pay me, I’ll lend you a dollar.” The Hoosier's countenance brightened up. “Upon my soul and honor, Mister, PH pay you.” “Very good, here’s the monev. Now be as good as your word,” said the General, and he handed the soldier a Government note. “Hello, Mister!” said the soldier, opening the bill and looking at it “You’ve made a devil of a mistake! This is a V. I won,t take that much.” “All right,’’said Grant, turning his horse and starting off, “lend some of it to Jim and the other boys—l have nothing smaller just now. The soldier set his musket against the fence, running after the General, caught his horse by the bridle and stopped him; and, while the tears were streaming down his bronzed cheeks, said: “Look here, Mister you’re got a

soul! you are a Christain! I am, myself, when I’m at home—and es you don’t go to heaven, there’s no use of havin’ such a place Mis - ter, do you live in Injianny ? I want to pay you when I get home. “No matter,” said Grant, “where I live. You’ll find me some time. And the General, disengaging the soldier's hand from his bridle rein put spurs to his horse and rode off. “By the lordy!” said the man “isn’t he a buster ? And won’t our boys have tobacker and a good time ? I’ll make him and his people rich! The sutlers—dod rot ’em —may go to the devil, and stick their tobacker!” And he walked back to his beat, ignorant of the name and rank of the man of whom he had borrowed the ey‘,lt is but just to remark,” says the gentleman who tells the story, “that, though suffering for food, clothing and necessaries, there was no better soldiers in any army than the Persimmon Brigade.” The officers were as destitute and as helpless as the men and powerless to assist them. Colonel , against whom the antipathies of many soldiers were directed, was a brave and deserving officer, and was really in no wise responsible for the fact that his soldiers had no overcoats, blankets, food, pay and tobacco. He, himself, was but little better off,” The latest sell of the day originated in the fertile brain of a Baltimore clothes dealer. He placeed in the pocket of a ready made coat an old portmonnaie, and quietly awaits the advent of a fitting customer. Presently enters an individual who wishes to be summer coated. After essaying several coats, the dealer says: “Here is a coat made for a gentleman. He wore it one day and sent it back—it was too small for him. Try it on. Ah lit fits first rate, like as if it was made for you. It is well made—buttons sewed on strong; with strong pockets.” The customer puts his hand into the pockets to try them, when his finger* come in contact with the pocket book. His imagination is kindled with the idea of appropriating the supposed treasure. “How much did you say the coat was ?” he eagerly ask*. The dealer names a good round sum.

“Suits me—l’ll take it,” is the quick reply. The monsy is paid, and the self-duped customer walks off hurriedly with his supposed prize, not stopping to hear the suppressed chuckle of the dealer, as he looks after him out of the corner of his eye. Madam Murat, who died recently on her plantation, near Tallahassee, Florida, was a grand niece »of Washington. About the year 1826 she married Prince Napoleon Achille Murat, the oldest son of Joachim Murat and Caroline Bonaparte, at one time King and Queen of Naples. The Prince came in 1821 to the United States and settled in Florida, of which State he became a citizen. He purchased an estate near Tallahassee, and devoted himself to literature and scientific pursuits until his death, which occurred in April 1847. The deceased's lady continued to reside upon her husband’s property, during the late rebellion suffered severe pecuniary loss, from both federals and Confedererates. After the downfall of the rebellion, the French Minister, received information of her reduced circumstances, when he settled on her for life an annuity of 20,000 francs. Madame Murat had no issue. By right she was a Princess of the French imperial family, but she never assumed the title. The cost of the Surratt trial will be at least $ 100,000. The Marshal had already paid out 820,000 for purely legal fees.

“Died Yesterday.” Every day is written on this little sentence, “Died Yesterday, so and so.” Every day a flower is plucked from some sunny home—a breach made in some happy circle —a jewel stolen from some treasure of love. Every (jay from the summer fields of life, some little vester disappears; yes, even' hour, some sentinel falls from his post, and is thrown from the ramparts of Time into the surging waters of Eternity. Even as we write, the funeral procession of one who “died yesterday,” winds like a summer shadow along the street. “Died Yesterday.”—Who died ? Perhaps it was a gentle babe, sinless as an angel, pure as the zephyr hymn, one whose laugh was the gush of summer rills loitering in a bower of roses, whose little life was a perpetual litany—a Maytime, crowned with passion flowers that never fade. Or, mayhap it was a youth, hopeful and generous—one whose path was hemmed by flowers, with not a serpent lurking underneath—one whose soul panted after communion with the great and good, and reached forth with earnest struggle .for the guerdon in the distance. But that heart of his is still now for he “died yesterday.” “Died Yesterday."—A Yonng girl, pure as the orange flower that clasped her forehead, was stricken down as she stood at the altar; and from the dim aisles of the temple she was borne to the “garden of the slumbers.” A tall brown man, girted with the halo of victory, and standing at the day’s close under his own vine and fig-tree, fell to the dust even as the anthem trembled upon his lips : and he, too, was laid “where the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.” An aged patriarch, bowed with years and cares, even as he looked out upon the distant hills for the coming of the angel host, sank into the the dreamless slumber, and on his doorstep was next day written—“died yesterday.” “Died Yesterday."—Daily, men, women and children are passing away, and hourly in some graveyard the sod is flung over the dead. As often in the morn we find that some flower, that blushed so sweetly in the mellow sunset, has withered up forever, so daily, when we rise from the bivouac to stand again at our post, we miss some brother soldier, whose cheery cry, in the sieges and struggles of the past, has been as fire from Heaven upon our hearts. Each day some pearl drops from the jeweled thread of friendshid ; some lyric, to which we have ■ been wont to listen, is hushed forever. But wise is he who mourns not the pearl and music lost for life with him shall pass away gently as an Eastern shadow from the earth, and death be a triumph and a gain. The life-raft, Nonpareil was 43 days between New York and Southamton, and on her arrival was visited by the President of the Southampton Chamber of Commerce, who congratulated Capt. Mikes and crew of two men upon the success of their darling enterprise. The raft was kept perfectly dry inside from beginning to end of the passage. The raft layto seven times from stress of weather, and the last vessel spoken was the John Chapman, week since, from which they were given a fowl, which is still alive and well. They arrived with 30 gallons of water to spare. They had no chronometer on board, and sailed by dead reckoning, and corrected their position by vessels they spoke. The contractors of the Chicago Lake tunnel are said to have netted $45,000 from its erection. Jeff, didn’ go to Vermont, after all. He kept on the Canada side of the border.

” f Mfaeellataeoas Herds. -Greely autobiographically de feuds the Puritans from the charge of moreseness. -Bismarck sent a silver spoon to a Milwaukee saloon keeper who named a baby after him. Won’t sombody make a goodfather of Butler ? -The first post offiee in Russian America has been established by the department. It is called “Sitka,” and JohnH. Hinkhead is the postmaster. The mail matter to “Sitka,” will be sent by vessels from San Francisco, -The London Cosmopolitan maliciously says that Harvard conferred the degree of L. L. D. upon Mr. Peabody, not for his learning in the law, but for his other “great gifts.” -Fanny Fern, though fifty-five, feels half tbe time as if “she were just made.” Queer feeling that. Fanny’s recolection is probably more vivid, not to say more pleasant, than some people’s. -The Prairie du Chien Courier says that there is no other route of travel in the North so much in favor as the upper Mississippi.— More excursion parties pass up this beautiful valley on the palatial packets than on any other rivin the world. -John H. Evans, of De Soto County, Miss, a returned Brazil emigrant, publishes a card in which he says that the movements to Brazil is gotten up for speculation, and that Goacyra, the Brazilian agent in New York, is a thief and a scoundrel. -Ou the Ist inst, as Major Shaw, of Ouion River, Sheboygan county Wisconsin, was driving home with his favorite blooded mare Mattie, she was struck down dead by lightning. She was going at such a rate that the concussion flung the Major out of the buggy over her, but he received no injury. The horse was worth about SSOO. -A mammouth cave in southern Illinois is reported to rival the famous Kentucky cave, and to ex. coed in length any others yet discovered. It has been partially explored a distance of three miles, but a thorough search through it has never been instituted. Some years since two men got lost in it* passages, and after three day’s unceasing travel, emerged tnto the open air thirteen miles distant from the place where they entered. Diseases Produced by Sleeping Together. During the night there is considerable exhalation from our bodies, and at the same time we absorb a large quantity of the surrounding air. Two healthy young children sleeping together will mutually give and receive healthy exhalations; but ah old weak person near a child will, in exchange for health, return weakness. A sick mother near her daughter communicates sickly emanation to her; if the mother has a cough of long duration, the daughter will some time, cough and suffer by it; if the mother has pulmonary consumption, it will ultimately be communicated to her child. It is known that the bed of a consumptive is a powerful and sure source of contagion, as well for men as for women, and the more so for young persons. Parents and friends ought to oppose at much as is in their power the sleeping together of old and young persons, of the sick and of the healthy. Another reason ought to forbid every mother or nurse keeping small children with them in bed; notwithstanding tbe advice of prudence, no year passes that we do not hear of a new involuntary infanticide. A baby full of life, health and vigor in the evening is found dead the next morning, suffocated by its parents or nurse. The Centeral Pacific Railroad is just completing the grading of twenty-five miles east of the Summit Mountains. They are now hauling iron to lay the track. The Summit tunnel will be done in two months. One county in Ohio produced nearly three million pounds of cheese last year.

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