Mr. Waters was a surveyor, and a very good and successful one. The duties of Sheriff he was very competent to perform, and most faithfully did he discharge them. Mr. Waters was the librarian of the Library Society, which was raised about 1803, and consisted of the villagers, and many of the people of the country around. They had a pretty good selection of books, and moch good did it do, by placing the means of information within the reach of many who could not otherwise have obtained it. But like many other good things, after a while it began to languish, and "languishing did live" until 1811, when it died, by the members ordering all the books to be sold. I am almost tempted to say, shame upon such folly! Such an institution, now in the town of Newberry, would be worth more than thousands of dollars divided amongst its ir habitants. Many an one, with the opportunity of thus getting books, would be found reading instead of bending his elbow at that celebrated place called "Juliu's."

Sheriff Waters died in 1807, (February,) he left two children, and a third was bo soon after his decease. His daughter, Mary, is the wife of Philip Schoppert. Robert, his eldest son, emigrated to Texas, was a soldier in the Texan war against Mexico; was captured at Mier, and was long a prisoner in Mexico; was at length released, at the instance of Gen. Thompson, while minister to that republic. In the war of the United States with Mexico, he was one of the Texan Rangers, and died between Matamoras and Monterey. Philemon, his youngest son, emigrated to Alabama, and there died.

No better man ever lived in Newberry than Sheriff Waters He was a well-educated, honest, high-minded man, faithfu'. in the discharge of all his duties, and all the relations of life; he was the worthy son of a worthy sire.

was a violent Federalist, and when he came to Newberry he was in the midst of Republicans, and had, therefore, a very uncomfortable time as to politics, for years. For generally he was in a minority of one. He, however, worked constantly, and people overlooked his political errors, on account of his industry. He was a bachelor; when prosperity came to him, it brought in its train habits of drink, which not amounting to drunkenness, yet shovened his days, and wasted his means; he died with little more than paid his debts end the expenses of administration.

The house now occupied by Pope and Farrow,* once stood in the rear of Steele's store house, now General Hunt's; it was then kept by John Gould, as a billiard house. He subsequently was associated with P. B. Waters, as a merchant, and did business in Henry Coate's house, which stood where Steele's store stands. He, in 1814, 1815 and 1816, kept tavern in the "L" house, then the property of James Farnandis.

This gentleman (John Gould) was the nephew of old Bill Gould (the Beaverdam King). He received a pretty good English education; wrote a good hand, and was oîten employed as a clerk by Capt. Daniel Parkins, Hugh O'Neal, and other merchants. At the sale of the personal estate of Capt. Daniel Parkirs, in February, 1803, which extended through a week, he was clerk of the administrato13. At that time he got the nickname of "the tongs." He was remarkable for very long and slim legs! A little bird had been caught in the snow, which then for several inches in depth covered the whole country, and given to the youngest child of the deceased, Mark, then an infant; it had fluttered out of his hands, and took refuge under a corner cupboard. Every body was anxious to retake the bird for the weeping child; among the rest, Gould had been in anxious pursuit, and when it took refuge under the cupboard, he got down on all fours, and was reaching under to seize it. Old Billy Mills sitting by the fire, and looking on, observing Gould, said to the company, "Never mind boys, the tongs will get it."

Mr. Gould was also a teacher, and along the Beaverdam taught the young idea how to shoot. to shoot. His frequent residences at Newberry made him the participant in and the maker of many a joke. An example is all which I can give.

Walking one night through the orchard, where Mooney's shop and brick house now stands, he heard some one praying, and walking up to the sound, he found a house carpenter and joiner, Dixon, with his neck handkerchief tied around his neck, and fastened to the limb of an apple

* Since removed to make room for the Newberry Bank and Jones' Law Office.

tree, and him on his knees. Gould said to him, "what are you doing here?" "I am going to Heaven!” was the foolish answer. Gould replied, "everybody will be in bed and asleep before you get there." He untied the handkerchief from the limb, shouldered Dixon, carried him to the fence and threw him over it into the road, and that broke the love charm which was leading the old fool on to suicide. He afterwards married the mother of the woman for whom he was then about hanging himself. No man delighted more in mirth and a frolic, than did Gould. He married Charity Lindsay, the daughter of Thomas Lindsay; he had three children by her, one of whom, the youngest daughter, is, I think, married and living in the Dutch Fork. His wife died, and is buried in the village graveyard. After her death he removed to Georgia, and thence to Louisiana. There he was for a long time confined in goal for debt; he was released by an act of the Louisiana Legislature. He was last heard of in Natchez soliciting the charity of his Masonic brethren, and there he died.

No man had higher natural talents; these properly cultivated, directed and sustained by moral principle, would have made him any where, a first-rate man. As it was,

early vicious association and habits made him a free thinker, and gave a loose rein to his appetites and passions, and when to this was added a continual growing and increasing propensity to drink, it is not wonderful that he did not live out half of his days, and that his life was closed in poverty and suffering.

James Caldwell, Esq., was elected in December, 1807, Sheriff of Newberry in the place of Sheriff Waters; he entered on his duties in February, 1808. He never lived in the village; the active duties of his office were devolved on his deputies, James Farnandis and William Caldwell. I shall have, I hope, hereafter, better means of doing justice to the memory of this good man, who bore upon his face the marks of Cowpen's well-fought field, and therefore for the present I will pass him by.

James Farnandis was a native of Union District, and came to Newberry about 1805; he was first employed as

the deputy of Major Frederick Nance, then the Clerk of Newberry. He was one of the deputies of Sheriff Caldwell, and had charge of the books. His accuracy was then as manifest, as it subsequently became well known. He married Sarah, the daughter of John Johnston, about 1810. In 1815, he was elected the Ordinary of Newberry, and set about the Herculean task of arranging the papers, and settling on just principles the accounts of the executors, administrators and guardians, who were accountable to his jurisdiction. He laid the foundations of that system, which has, under the successive administration of Cureton, Wilson, Boyd and Lake made the Ordinary's office, what it ought to be, the certain security of, and means of redress, for widows, orphans, and creditors. I know perfectly well that few men possessed the intelligence or the energy which was necessary to bring order and right out of the chaotic confusion which then pervaded the Ordinary's office; yet Mr. Farnandis, in less than three years, accomplished that task; he resigned in 1818, and was temporarily succeeded by Robert R. Nance. Thomas T. Cureton was, however, elected in 1819. Mr. Farnandis from 1812 till 1824 lived about a mile from the village, on the Higgin's ferry road.* From 1824, to his removal to Mississippi, in 1838, he occupied

* At or near this place once lived James Daugherty. He was a character, and if I could transfer him to paper, it would well repay that trouble; but the hope is vain! He was an Irishman; he always kept bar, as it was called, for Major Nance, in time of court; that is he sold spirits for cash; he never gave change; he always made it his rule that the change should be taken in drink. He was also the Sexton of the burying ground of Friends at Bush River. He dug a grave for a female acquaintance; by mistake, he put the head, where the feet should have been. Her sister complained and, said "Jamie, how could thee serve her so?" "Done it on purpose: she never was like any body else, if you were to die, I'll dig your grave cross ways," was the reply. He was a thriving farmer, always had corn to sell or give away: a poor man, Robin Perkins, came to Jamie for a grist; it was freely given, and while shelling it, dinner came on; Robin was invited in to take "pot luck." When seated, he said to Jamie, "May I say grace?" "Yes, say grace, poor soul." He began and continued, until Jamie's stock of patience was exhausted; he broke in upon Robin's lengthened petitions, by saying, "Hoot toot, man cut it short Jamie's wit and love of liquor brought him to poverty before life closed. He died an old man, full of years, near to the plantation of his friend, John Kelly.

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and kept the brick hotel, of which he was pa ove He was also a merchant for many years, associated first with Y. J. Ha ingion. They boilt in 1815, the brick store house, where Mr. Robert Stewart has for many years success'ully followed the same business. He was afterwards associated in business with Y. J. Harrington, Eit Harrington and Alexander Chambers. M. Farnandis was one of the best farmers in Newberry District; he cultivated less to the hand than most persons, but his plantation looked more like a garden than corn and cotton grounds. He deserves to be noticed, too, as a slave owner. His neg roes we'l-housed, well-clothed, well-fed, never over-worked, and whenever an overseer exercised any cruelty on his people, he was instantly dismissed. When he removed to Mississippi, his slaves were ready to, and some of them did, abandon wives and children, (of their own will) rather than be sold, left here, and thus be separated from their master. This is as it should be. I would have every Southern planter like him, and then, indeed, might we say to Abolition vaunting "Ceaзe vipers, you bite a file." Mr. Farnandis died in Mississippi about 1843; he left his wife and five children, to wit: Caroline, John, Henry, Mary and Sarah, surviving him.

M. Farnandis was a firm, unflinching man; he looked neither to the right hand nor to the left in the discharge of duty. He was a zealous and devoted fiend; he bore suffering and misfortune with more uncomplaining fo.iude than belongs to most men; he was an honest, just man, who loved and practiced truth and sincerity. He became a Campbellite Baptist befort his death; and whether there be error or not in that form of faith, it is not for me, either now to discuss or raise. Of one bing I am certain, from my nowledge of Mr. Farnandis, that he fi.mly believed his profession to be right, and that he is now in the blessed company, whose robes have been washed and made clean in the blood of the Lamb!

No. 8 CONTINUED.

William Caldwell, son of James, (better known as Long