225 THE FOGY DAYS AND NOW. 



THE JUNIUS LETTERS. 



In my article on old Pendleton, S. C, I referred vaguely to 

 the old-time famous Junius' letters, the authorship of which 

 has, for more than an hundred years, been shrouded in mys- 

 tery, a mystery of the 18th century, and only paralleled in that 

 £^reat metropolis of the world by the mysterious murders of 

 Jack the Ripper, of the 19th century. 



My old friend, John B. Benson, has just opportunely sent 

 me a clipping from the Hart well ( Ga.) Sun, of matter fur- 

 nished by himself through its columns, that throws much light 

 on the subject of the Junius letters. Old "B." says about the 

 very beginning of the present century there came a man, a 

 refugee from England, to old Pendleton, who brought with 

 him a lot of type and printing material that had been used in 

 London in publishing the celebrated .Junius letters, and this 

 man, John C. Miller, had been driven out of England on 

 account of his connection with the printing of these letters. 



Miller started the tir^t newspaper at old Pendleton, and 

 called it ''Miller's Weekly Messenger— a paper 12 by 14 inches 

 in size ; and one day the old man had gone to dinner and left 

 the forms all ready to be struck, when Tolliver Lewis, a young 

 lawyer, stepped into the office, took out an E from the head- 



