The Home Advocate. (Jefferson, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 41, Ed. 1 Friday, November 5, 1869 Page: 1 of 4
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A. Weekly Journal Devoted to Christianity, lOducation* Home Enterprise, and General Intelligence.
( . A.
F. J.
KELLY. Proprietor
FA'I'lLLO, Editor and Publisher.
JEFFERSON, TEXAS. NOV. 5, 186*9.
VOLl'ME I.
MMBllt II.
JIoRiun Tragedy.—The Waco Reg-
ister, of the 22d ult., contains an ac-
count of a terrible tragedy which
recently occured in Erath county.
It is truly heart-rending. It would
require less than a human heart to
be unaffected at the recital. The
story of the innocent little son who
gave his life as a sacrifice to filial
obedience, will moisten many an eye:
For some months, at different times,
Jas. McCarty had shown signs of
mental alteration. On the day pre-
vious to the dreadful occurrence, Me
Ourty expressed the wish, to his
wife, to he baptized right away by
tlic Rev. Mr. Hurley, lie soon left
his home 011 Euftau creek, and pro-
ceeded up the creek several miles to
where his father, Jas. McOarty, sr.,
lived. He told his father his inten-
tions of being baptized by Mr. Hur-
ley, but his father persuaded him to
remain where lie was, and he would
go after Mr. Hurley, who lived sever-
al miles off. The son agreed to this,
but when in the evening, the father
returned with Mr. Hurley, it was
found that the son had gone back
liorne. The father and Mr. Hurley
followed to the residence of the in-
sane man. Bed-time came, and all
retired for the night, Mr. McOarty,
sr., and Mr. Hurley occupying the
same bed in a eeprerate room. In
the night, the wife of McOarty, jr.,
was aroused by her husband, who
demanded a light, and was looking
for his six-shooter. Mrs. McOarty
was alarmed, escaped the house and
screamed, but tow late. The insane
man had made ready his pistol, en-
tered the room where his father and
Mr. Hurley were sleeping, and shot
both In the head, as is supposed, be-
fore they awoke, fie then called
his little son and bade him sit down
on the door-step and remain quiet
until iie returned. The father then
went to the creek, a little distance
off; and got a rock.
Returning with
this tie ordered the child to Lean over
and lay its head upon a block, near
which the child was sitting. The in-
nocent child obeyed, when the father,
with one blow from the rock, mashed
out its brains.
Jas. McOarty, jr., is not far from
35 years of age, lias always borne
an irreproachable character for in-
dustry, sobriety, and integrity, and
was universally esteemed as a good
■citizen. The Rev. Henry Hurley and
James McOarty, sr., were both old
and prominent citizens of Erath,
aged and grey-haired men. They
were both universally esteemed and
respected. Erath had no better cit-
izens than they.
As soon as possible after the mur-
ders, the insane man was arrested.
He was brought to Meridian and
was to have been examined on Mon-
day last, when, it is thought, he will
be sent to the Asylum for the insane
at Austin.
God Counts.—A brother and sister
were playing in the dining-room,
when their mother placed a basket
of cakes on the tea-table, and went
out.
" How very nice they look 1" said
the boy reaching to take one.
His sister earnestly objected, and
even drew back his hand, repeating
that it was against their mother's
direction.
" She did not count," said lie.
" Hut perhaps God did," answered
the sister.
So.he withdrew from the tempta-
tion, and, sitting down, seemed to
meditate.
•' You are right," replied he, look-
ing at her with a cheeiful yet seri-
ous air; "God does count, for the
Bible says that the hairs of our head
are numbered."
'•WHAT WILL YOU TAKE TO
DlUNKr"
The most efficient and destructive
agent of moral, spiritual and physi-
cal! ruin is the bad liquor so univer-
sally retailed by the dram at com-
mon saloons of the cities and
roads " groceries," of the country.
We have said as much on a former
occasion, but deem it not amiss to
repeat it, and to again enter our
caveat, or warning. If you wish to
become prematurely old in a few
months, and in a few years, after
having brought sorrow upon all who
love you, sink into the dark, drear
and dread embrace of a drunk-
ard's grave, go it heavy on low-
priced whiskey or any of the other
liquid damnations that "fast" boys
and slow-suicide-cpmmittmg men
indulge in, the former because they
foolishly imagine it looks manly and
smart, the latter because they have
acquired an insatiate appetite for
" the cup that inebriates but never
cheers." 15e assured that the Devil
has no stronger or more efficient ally
than groggery whisky and other so
called liquors sold by the glass at
low prices.
" What will you take to drink?"
Recent fair examinations have de-
monstrated that of the whisky, bran-
dy, wine, etc, sold in the New York
market, less than one-twentieth of
the aggregate amount of fluid was
pure spirits, more than nineteen-
twentieths of it being a vile decoc-
tion poisoned to a fearful degree.
According to a recent publication,
an ordinary adulteration is as fol-
lows :
"Take of common whisky 40 gal-
lons, water 40 gallons, tincture of
Guinea pepper ii gallons; tincture of
petitory 1 quart, acetic either two
ounces, strong tea 1| gallons."
To this villainous compound, it
must be remarked, is added a suffi-
cient measure of stinking fusil oil,
to make the line " Old Bourbon,"
Rose Bud, Dew of the Alps," " Am-
brosial" and delicious " Mountain
D. w " look instan! ly old and have a
good " bead." This oil has an offen-
sive smell arid burning taste—is a
positive poison, two drops of which
when placed on the tongue of a cat
will take that animal's " nine lives "
in five minutes.
" What will you take to drink ? "
When alchohol has so thoroughly
debased a human being, originally
an image of his Maker, that it is
rather difficult to determine to what
order of animals he belongs, lie then
becomes a frequenter of the grog-
gery, often prefering the downy spit-
tle-soaked floor of the rum hole to
the hard matrass at home, over
which his tearful wife has spread
the clean though worn quilts with
such bitter sweet thoughts of the
maudlin wreck of her handsome lov-
er of the halcyon days of " long
ago." The groggery is at once the
paradise and the purgatory of the
drunkard. The " licker" is cheap
and its effect immediate. We wit-
nessed a sharp groggery practice
about twelve years ago, in Opicin-
nati, Ohio. An Irish laborer, half-
drunk, persisted in demanding more
drink at a fashionable saloon. The
bar-tender remarked to us, sotO voce,
"See how soon I'll settle this chap!"
The dram was swallowed, and we
noted its effect—the man walked
but fifty steps ere he fell heavily on
the pavement, from whence he was
soon removed by the police to the
lock-tfp. The American , popular
beverage—think of it, youth and
young men. A little common whis-
ky, rain water (the older the better,)
tincture of peper, pHitory, acetic
either, green tea, kreosote, tannin,
copperas, cocculus indicus and abom-
inable fusil oil ! Better drink the
decoction llecate used for incanta-
tion. Yet it is drank, throughout the
country, in excessive quantities, at
from jivo to twenty-five cents a
dram. Its effect upon the brain is
similar to that of placing a lighted
taper in contract with powder.
" What will you take to drink ? "
No one can uninterruptedly drink
this awful compound and postpone
the delirium tremens more than a
few months.
PROTESTANTS, TAKE WARNING.
Many protostant parents are send-
ing their children to Roman Catlro-
lic schools, and will not be pursua-
ded that the children are involved in
any danger. We ask them to read
the following from Dr. S. M. Camp-
bell, as given the N. Y. Evangelist :
" We have in Rochester an institu-
tion, known by the name of 4 The
Convent of the Sacred Heart,' at
which many young ladies from pro-
testant families are being educated,
with the stipulation that their reli-
gion will not be, in any way, inter-
fered with. One of the members in
my flock is an inmate of that insti-
tution ; and as she was recently at
home, on account of sickness, I gath-
ered the following information con-
cerning- the management in the con-
vent : Protestant girls, as well as
Catholics, are forbidden to attend
any religious service, even on the
Sabbath, outside the convent. Those
whose parents reside in the city are
no exception to this rule. They are
not allowed to go even where their
own parents worship. Their only
resource is the convent-chapel. Miss
T., of my own Church, says : 1.
' I find it very difficult to practice
my own religion. They do not for-
bid it, but their rules and regula-
tions render it almost impossible. In
order to pray in secret, and read my
Bible by myself, 1 am obliged daily
to disobey the rules. No pupil has
a room by herself. About thirty
young ladies lodge in the room
where 1 sleep, and we arc barely al-
lowed time to undress and get into
bed, when a sister conies through to
see that all is right. I get up in tlie
dark, after she has gone through,
and kneel down to pray. I manage
the case something in the same way
iu the morning. They seem trying
to make us forget our own religion
as much as possible. For a time 1
yielded, and gave up my Bible and
pr ayer, but lately I have donq as I
describe. 2. Every Sunday they
require us to learn a gospel, and fur-
nish us with Romish Testaments for
the purpose. The girls generally
use those Testaments, but, last Sun-
day 1 used my own, and intend to
do so hereafter, though they do not
seem pleased with it. We are re-
quired every day, from half-past elev
en to twelve, to listen to a lesson on
the doctrines of the Catholic Church.
The protestants do not recite or an-
swer questions, but they are requir-
ed to put away their books, sit round
the teacher, and listen respectfully
to what she says. Her teaching
lately has been on purgatory, and
the distinction between mortal sins
and venial sins. We are requir-
ed to attend chapel-service daily.
We come in with, veils thrown over
us, and moving very slowly. On
Sunday we have white veils. It
seems very solemn ; much like a fu-
neral. On the altar are imag :s of
the Virgin and of St. Joseph, and
and we are all required to " bow
down to them." . We all conform to
this regulation. Since Lent came
in, seven pictures have been hung
on each side of the chapel ; and in
coming in, we are expected to kneel
before each one, in turn, on our way
to the altar, while they pray to the
Virgin. This is called " the way to
the cross." The prayers are mostly
for souls in purgatory. Several .ot'
US protectants respectfully declined
kueeUng to the pictures, and were
reprimanded for it iu the chapel.
Then wo wero taken into a room by
ourselves, and talked to very severe-
ly. I have to use great efforts to re-
sist those influences. Two protes-
tant girls, members of a Presbyte-
rian Church iu Pennsylvania, go
through the wholo ceremony. They
have been in the convent some time.
One of our Protestants has just
bought her soiuu beeds, and has
great faith in them. She thought
she got a clear day not long age, by
using them in prayer. How faith-
fully the promise not to interfere, in
any way, with their religion, is kept
with the Protestant young ladies at
the Convent of the Sacred Heart,
let candid readers ot the above
statement judge for themselves."
.*-«#>-« .
' WEARY.
Weary of living, so weary-
Longing to lie down and the:
To ttud for the sad heart and dreary
The end ot the pilgrimage nigh.
Weary, so weary of wishing,
For a form that is gone from my sight,
For a voice that is hushed to me ever.
And eyes, that for me were so bright.
For a hand to be laid on my forehead,
A glimpse of the golden brown hair,
A step that to me was sweet music
And a brow that Was noble and fair.
Weary, so weary of waiting,
Waiting for sympathy sweet,
For some one to love and to love me,
And pleasures that are not so fleet.
Tired, so tired of drilling,
Adown the dark stream of life;
Tired of breasting the billows.
The billows of toil and strife.
Wishing and waiting so sadly,
For the love that is sweetest and best;
Willing to die: oh! how gladly:
If that wodld bring quiet and rest.
SOUTHERN AH'PSTJURINO THE
WAR.
The following extract from an ar-
ticle in the August number of De
Bow's Review may be road with
profit by the Southern people. We
commend it to their attention :
When the war came, those of us
who went into the field and fought
for State rights were "heinously un-
provided " with the means of war-
late. Virginia had eighteen hun-
dred musket caps to begin the war
with. The theory was that the world
would break into the ports of the
South to get cotton, and would thus
bring us arms and every thing else
that we needed. The organization
of the Southern ordnance depart-
ment was a most remarkable devel
opment of unknown resources. Men
came forward who weie never known
in politics. They organized foun-
dries and cast gnus, shot and shell.
They explored the country for salt-
petre, and manufactured all the com-
bustible combinations for modern
explosive and fixed ammunition of
every kind. To Gen. Gorgas and to
Leroy Broun, Esq.—before the war
and now, a teacher of youth—is the
South indebted for almost all their
war material which was not impor-
ted. The state of the arts in the
South was pitiable. At the first ho-
tel in Richmond there wore scarce-
ly two cups or plates of the same
pattern. Glassware in the hands of
the darkies had no show, and we
have constantly seen in the best so-
ciety invalid goblets supported by
a tin or wooden foot. We have paid
about #200—when Confederate mon-
ey was about at its best—for ftn im-
ported kipskin large enough to make
two or three pairs of ladies' shoes.
The sole leather would come to, per-
haps, as much more. To supply the
absolute destitution of glass, an as -
sociation was formed for its manu-
facture. The first difficulty wag th"
Oift.y for crucibles. Thousands
dollars were expended in experiment
There was no. clay suitable, except
in a distant and inaccessible part ot
Western Virginia. This crucible
clay was to bo imported from Ger-
many. It must run the blockade
In the meantime, the glass we man -
ufactured would all have made green
goggles for purblind people. An
other essay was the production of
earthenware. This filled tho bill
precisely. It was of the earth,
earthy. Tho utensils were as ret!
and as coarse as ordinary brick. In
respect.to cloth, it was the same
thing. Georgia, which sent gallant
men and gave food and cloth to the
Confederacy, Georgia had always
been stigmatized as Yankee. Geor-
gia and North Carolina mad*
some troods suitable for female up
parol; but, to this day, there is not
a yard of cotton prints—oxcept the
black and white plaids, called AHe ■*
mauds, in North Carolina—made in
the whole South. What, then was
the condition of tho poorer classes,
who lived in tho mountains and hail
no relations iu the blockade, quart.e-
master, or commissary department ?
Every country store had been clean-
ed out. The common people were
in need of everything that a civil
ized people had been taught to use.
The impolicy of the South in not hav-
ing opened its own railroads left us
without tho means of communica-
tion. We could not build a locomo-
tive, nor make, nor even re-roll, a
rail within the States of Virginia,
Mississippi, South Carolina, or Ten
nessee. Owing to the same impoli-
cy there was for a long time past,
but one through rail connecting the
Confederate States. It was tho
coast line, subject to be cut by any
naval expedition. It required near-
ly three years to complete forty
miles of road to connect the South
Oaroliua and Virginia railroads. Jt.
was by that road the Confederate
Government escaped capture. With
coal suitable for smelting, and iron
ore of tho best quality lying in im-
mediate juxtaposition iu Alabama,
they were wholly unavailable for
want of development and transpor-
tation.
HUMAN VANITY.
We have seldom seen anything
that is so truly illustrative of hu
man vanity as the following :
Two gentlemen were walking to-
gether through one of the most
crowded streets of Paris. One said
to the other, "do you see that man
walking before us '{" "Yes, what
of him?" "Nothing but this. I
will leave you and go immediately
|'np to him and kick him." " For
what purpose*!' lias he offended
you?" " Not at all, I will do it
1 to illustrate a principle. I will kick
him and what is more ho will neither
' resent it, nor be iu the least angry."
He immediately left his friend, walk-
ed up to the man of whom he had
been speaking, and administered to
him a tremendous kick. Astonish -
ed and indignant, tho man turned
upon his aggressor, who met his fe—
I roeious gaze with a face beaming
with regret and sorrow. " I beg
your pardon sir " ho suid, " I have
mistaken you foi^the duke of Tre-
moille, who has grievously wrong-
ed me.'' The duke was the hand-
somest man in Paris, and tIK.' envy of
1 all the beaux in town. Whereas tho
man who had been so incereinonious-
j ly kicked was a miracle of ugliness,
litut instead of being offended, Ic
was flattered and gratified by the
mistake under which he believed In
had suffered : so lie merely smiled,
| bowed and went on his way.
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