ENERGY!

Since the war the masses of Southern people have been sitting with folded arms, and casting a steady gaze at the North, wondering at the same time why moneyed men from that section of the country could not see our vast resources, and come rolling and tumbling down South with millions of capitol to develop them.  Moneyed men have come, and prospected, and gone back home, without investing their capitol.  And why?  They say if there are such unlimited resources here, why is it that our people do not go forward and develop them?—for no people, certainly, ever needed money worse than those of the South.  While this is the case with the masses there are individual exceptions, and we mention only one as an illustration.  Mr. ROBERT L. ROGERS, our next door neighbor, and with whom we are all acquainted, came back after the war from his refugeeing, as poor as the most of us, not to sit down and pine over his losses, but to pull off his coat, roll up his sleeves, and get to work to retrieve his broken fortune.  He soon had his lime kilns in operation, and step after step he has progressed, until today, in addition to his kilns, he has an iron Furnace of between seven and ten tons capacity, while his premise have become a perfect hive of industry; and while he makes but little fuss about it, he is on the high road to fortune, and if he lives ten years longer, will doubtless become one of the wealthiest men in the land.—We commend his example to the people of Bartow county, and say, cease your pinings and go to work, and quit expecting other people to do for you what you are not willing to do for yourselves.  In union there is strength,  If one man has not ten thousand dollars capitol to set on foot an enterprise, ten men can be found who have a thousand dollars each, who can raise the needed amount.  Let this be thrown together and a stock company formed, and from these small beginnings, in a very few years, will spring results that will astound the nation.
“Tall oaks from little acorns grow,
Large streams from little fountains flow,”
Is a couplet with which every school boy is familiar, yet it is not more familiar than true.

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A PUNCTUAL SUBSCRIBER.

Mr. JOHN W. WHITE, a citizen of this county, four score years old or more, and who has been a regular subscriber for our paper for years, came into our office last Friday, and remarked that he supposed his subscription was about out, and handed us a dollar, saying that the amount would probably pay for the paper as long as he expected to live, or at least as long as he could see to read it all.  On referring to our books we found that his subscription expired on the following day.  That is the way to do business, and we commend the example of our old friend, as being worthy of imitation of all.  Mr. White informs us that his wife is still living, and that they were married fifty eight years ago!  May they both live till the Millennium.