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1 NOVEL IN THREE PARTS.
BY SANDY DeTAVARBS.
Entered according to Act of Congress. by the Hkbald
Pciuunitt Comtavt, in the offlcs of the Libra
rian at Waabingtoo.
;C actioned from Inal Sunday.]
iwaimra nntMLT ron thx atlahta hwuld.] “Dead!” echoed Belle, raising her hands to whisky in the house for medical purposes,
_ _ _ her face. “It is alLoeer then! It is time fbr l and this was used In pliee ©t brandy.
A T) nPT T) AT)T fA \ nM to die too/ »»<J she rushed from th*| struck the chest ot the b«dy ejpelltag the
MA l\vLL U rUflll vi'i room. water she hadewallowe4;, h« roiled her over
Towards night a violent rainstorm aet in.
The wind weot howling through the leafleHs
branches of the tree*, while the pittiles* rain
came down with a hiss as it beat upon the
ground with a loud thud. Th* waters of the
river, lashed into fury by the storm, broke
into waves which dashed againot tbs share , . _
and aided the elements in increasing the lost to view is the darkness. Meantime, Tom
“Follow her," said the priest hastily
Tom was the first to run after her. He was
followed by Father Melrose and two of the
male servants. The rain was etill falling in
torrents, and the wind was blowing a hurri
cane. As they ran through the half opened
door into tha storm, a flash of lightning lit
np the horizon for an instant, revealing the
figure of Belle in the distance, moving rapid
ly down tbs path that led to ttwrivor.
‘•She'll throw herself into the river," ex
claimed Tom, as he pursued her with all the
speed ho Was capable of.
One of the servants had, by this time,
hurried to the back yard and presently re
turned, followed by a pair of large dogs. He
kneeled down beside them, and as another
flash of lightning came, pointed to the figure
of Belie, and waved than forward. With two
deep barbs, the animals bounded ofl aim oat
with the rapidity of the wind, and were soon
terror of the night. In the open air it was a
dense black, relieved now aod then by flashes
of lightning (something somewhat nnanal for
the timo of year) which lit up surrounding
objects, then passed away as suddenly as it
came, leaving the night to appear blacker
than ever. Bising abovs the howling of the
wind, the falling of the rain and the splashing
of the waters, came occasionally the sound of
thunder, mingling with the sharp snapping
of some adjacent tree as it bent and broke
before the power of the storm.
On such a night as this Henry Van Husen
rested, propped np on his bed, about to die.
His face had become yellow and sharp since
we last saw him, the eyes were sunken and
half closed, and the hand that but a few days
since had grasped a pistol levelled at Gustave
Lanrouasini laid nerveless by his side. He
breathed with great difficulty, through his
half opened mouth, from whence there issued
a harsh gurgling sound ; and occasionally a
quick convulsive start of the body, told of
physical suffering.
He knew he was about to die—that all the
honors he had striven for on earth, were
about to pass utterly away, before the fiist
one had been enjoyed many days. He sont
for his boy and, for the first time, since it
rested a smiling babe upon its mother's knees,
gazed at the child with affection and feebly
placed a kindly band upon its head. How,
at that moment, the thought of how he laid
dying because he had neglected it, to follow
and give free scope to passions, the restrain
ing of which are the triumph of virtue over
nature, must have passed through his mind!
The whole career of Henry Van Dusen had
been a bad one. His own master, at an early
age he had made pleasure his main pursuit,
and the memory of more than one woman
whose happiness be bad blasted forever must
have haunted aDd tortured him.
Whether he gave a thought to her whom he
wronged aDd whose revenge was almost com-
and the priest, regardless of the storm and
the rain which drenched them to the skin,
continued their pursuit of the unfortunate
woman, occasionally hailing to her to stop.
She must have heard them, for the wind was
blowing fiercely towards her, and must have
carried their words to her ears. Once, in
deed, they noticed, by the aid of the light
ning, that she paused and waived them back,
and they also then saw that the dogs were
rapidly gaining upon the wonld-be suicide.
Bun down the nank of the river,” shouted
the priest to Tom. “You may cut her off
from the river. She cannot climb up the
binds in front”
Tom hnrried in the direction indicated.
He had ran probably a thousand yards or
more down the bonk, when another flash of
lightening illuminated the horizon and showed
him Belle standing on the margin of the river.
The light fell upon her person, revealiDg it as
clearly as if it had been daylight The wet
clothes hanging to her limbs, the loDg hair
streaming down her back aud shoulders, and
the face, with the eyes piercing over the dis
tance in it* wild, yet, beautiful brilliancy,
combined to form a picture which Tom never
forgot
Standing, rooted to the spot, through fear of
what she was about to do, he saw her pause
at the edge of the water, turn half round;
then, as the two dogs, whioh were not maay
yards off, sptang forward to seize their prey,
throw her arms upwards and plunge into the
river. Flash after ,flash of ligbtning, as
if sent by God to prevent the suicide, follow
ed each other in rapid succession, filling the
horizon with light. Tom saw the dogs hesi
tate for an instant, then precipitate themselves
into the water alter Belle. The wind, which
bad shifted somewhat, blew directly towards
him and with it came the sounds of quick,
sharp growls from the noble brutes. Through
the lurid glare he saw them straggling brave
ly with a dark object, floating with the enr-
THE FOURTH OR M ! S
:y and tha parmpnant reding place of a ] one ,
feci human development, was called j ship” of State
re peril
th* armi
I of a confederation of colonies,
independent colonies, and the
9 moves off from Phili
I and over -for the pnrposa of restoring anima-
' tion, and with a spoon h* forced i»en her
month and pound a little of the whisky down
her throat. For about an hour Belle gave no
signs of life* And Tom had began to despair
when chancing to place his ear on her left
heart, he breast the feeble beatings of her
heart* or faucied he heard them.
“D—n me* she’s aliYe!” he exclaimed.
*Give a hand here. Let’s go at her again!”
Tom was too excited to ose choice language.
They resumed their efforts at resuscitation,
and about an hour later were rewarded by
observing a faint shiver pasa through the
body. Hiram put more wood and several
additional pine knots on the Are. Presently
Belle’s respiration returned. Next she gave
utterance to a groan* and at lost opened her
eyes and looked np in astonishment at those
around her. Half an hour later she recovered
the use of her faculties, and sitting up,
spoke:
“Why did you save me?” she asked clasp*
ing her hands together and looking up into
the face of Tom. “Why did you not leave
me to die ?”
And if Tom had not been too affected at
her condition to speak* he could have replied:
“Why, O woman! Because within the vast
crucible of human miseries,there is no aggre
gation of woes which i3 not better to bear,
than is an attempt to avoid wretchedness by
self-murder. Because, O woman ! the leper*
whose hideous body, festering with sores,
makes us shrink from it in disgust, has his
mission upon eArth to perform, and Bhould
not move a hand to aid bis misery by enter
ing unbidden into the Great Presence, with
that task unfinished. Because* O woman !
each petty atom of humanity should not leave
this world without being upheld as God
wills. Because, even as the storm raged,
but a little while ago and has now died away,
leaving nothing behind but the fitful moan
ing of the wind, so should humanity await
the calm which follows the storm
of human sorrow, and which must
come sooner or later, but cannot be
hastened by human agency. In the dread
mystery of Life we see alone the Finite. In
the dread mystery of Death we find the sola*
tion of Life, for we recognise in it the hand of
the Infinite and cannot stay it. Death thus
becomes Life. And if we seek to find the
one by our own uction we lose the other, be
cause both come linked together from God
and make Eternity. That which is God's it is
in the power of no human being to give or
take.
“Therefore, O woman, have you been
snatched from the waters to renew yoor
journey. For better or lor worse, for the
good of mankind or for its ill, for your ever
lasting wretchedn
Oration or Col. H. A. t apers, in Atlanta,
Delivered by Request of a Commit
tee of CitiieiiH.
plete cannot be told. If he expressed regret I rent past where he stood and making desper-
for all he had done to her, the ears of the '
priest must have listeoed to his expressions of
penitence; but neither to his physicians nor
to the two editors who were with him for
some three hours did he utter tbe name of
Belle. In the morning he had spoken in
language of regret at his having neglected his
boy, and had expressed the pain he felt when
the little fellow was brought to his bedside
only to shrink back from the gaze of his
father, scared and anxious to get away.
When, at length, the little Marcel was iu-
duced to press a kiss upon his lips, for the
first timo within the memory of man a drop
of water trickled from beneath the half closed
eyelids of the dying father and rolled down his
^■Philadelphia
freighted with tha hopes and the prayers of
who, though they indorsed the action of the j the patriot citizens who had built her, but
Boaton Indians, determined to regulate the with thia red cep demon on board. Hardly
action ot theae, whe in rebelling against Eng- 1 has the good ship got well under sail before
land, might be guilty of the French folly of j we bear of trouble among the crew. Mr. Jeffer-
rebelling against themselves. i son had been sent Minister to France. There he
It was this genius which secured to ns the • had been studying Mr. Locke’s Philosophy of
fruits of the war of independence. _ It was the Senses, under the guidanoe of Mr. Locke's
Fellow-Citizens;—
Tbe complimentary terms used by Colonel
Alston in introducing me to you, would seem
to indicate an “oration,” in which your fancy
was to be gratified by a mere appeal to your
•motional nature, to vour hopes or your fears,
through the arts and practices of rhetorical
accomplishments. However tempted I may
be by the greatness and the grandeur of
events which this day commemorates, to
gather for you tbe flowers of patriotism, to
admire the beauty, to employ the fragrance
of the living and alas, but the fragrance of the
bruised and the dead. Yet I should fall far
short of my sense of duty to you did I do
more than linger among them but for a mo
ment.
I have no “spread eagles” with spangles,
or flowers of paint for your admiration or
your disgust, but I am here, my fneuds, to
ask you to a retrospection of your oountry’s
history, with the view ot discovering, if we
cad, the causes of this troubled condition of
your people and of that “crisis” in our affairs
of state, an appreciation of the existence of
which seems to have given rise to your invi
tation to me.
A day or two since, as I was passing along
the highway of my country town, my atten
tion was arrested by the remark of a gentle
man friend, a man who can think, and some
times does think. Said he to me : * ‘Colonel,
I see by tbe newspapers that you are going to
deliver an oration in Atlanta on the Fourth of
July. Now let me give you the points.”
Drawing out his pencil, and upon a small
E iece of red paper used sometimes for a seal,
e proposed to write:
“ E Pluribus Unum.” Had he stopped here
I should have been satisfied. Indeed, my fel
low-citizens, would this friend have furnished
me a theme for the occasion, as wide as this
grand continent ot ours, as great as ever hu
man instinct attempted to grasp, as full of
suggestive thought as this land of ours is lull
of legendary lore or of history, written or un
written; a history in print for our study and a
history stamped upon our hearts which we
cannot forget. But this friend of mine did
not stop there—pencil in hand and with a
doubtful expression of his countenance he
proposed to add in the old hum drum style of
the improperly educated Rchool boy, who for
want of instruction turned into sing-song tbe
elegantly expressed sentiment ot our great
thinkers, in giving the first lines of such coxn-
npon Earth or for your positions as have immortalized American
this genius which, after the peace of Paris,
called for tbe Annapolis Convention of 1786,
and the Constitutional Convention ot 1787,
and which, despite the thunderings of Pat
rick Henry, at Richmond, and the maneuver-
ings of Thomas Jefferson, secured the ratifi
cation ot a constitution from the people of
the independent colonies, and leaves that con
stitution to us this day as the last will
and testament of our fathers. A
good genius—yes, a providence of the
almighty God, who rules the destinies of
nations, a Providence which saved thia “will
and testament” to us through an ordeal of
trial in which England had no French Jacobin
to trouble her, but united with all of Europe
against tbe “man el destiny,” she sent her
armies and her navies against the union of
her old colonies.
A will, my friends, which sets out with this
preamble:
“We, the people of the United States in
order to form a more perfect union, es
tablish justice, ensure domestic tranquility,
provide lor the common defense, promote tbe
general welfare, and secure the blessings of
liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do or
dain and establish this Constitution of the
United States of America.”
I need not read this, the la?t will and testa
ment of your fathers to you, my friends. It
would be an insult to your intelligence if, by
this act,I should presume upon your ignorance
of the completeness of its provisions. Under
stand me, I am now speaking of the instru
ment framed by the Convention of 178^
happiness, you are bidden to tarry yet awhile.
Stay then, and remember that though Earth
may have no attractions for you, yet if even
the humblest creature upon it finds happiness
from your presence here, your mission will
have been fulfilled.”
The night passed away and the morning
came. The storm died and the calm was
born again. And even as tbe night passed
poets and orators, who in days gone by
French disciples, and with these pursued this
philosophy to its legitimate consequences of
•eneweH—i and infidelity.
He had returned home and was installed
as a cabinet officer of President Washington.
It was not long before hie extreme ideas of
univMftd liberty and equality provoked a fe-
sponse from the nest in Paris, whore these po
litical and social scorpions were being con
stantly produced. Genett arrives at Charles
ton, South Carolina, as Minister Plenipoten
tiary from the the “ so-called” Republic of
France, but in reality a political organization
of mere ideas, born from human impulse, and
like all else of such ongin, existing only on
itself and eating out its own resources. I dc
not wish to weary your patience here with a
detailed narrative. Let me ask you, my
friends, to follow my thought by reading for
your own selves the account Washington Ir
ving gives of this man Genett, from the time
he arrives at Charleston until tbe indignant
Washington sent him back to the nest in
which he was boro.
Read that fifth volume of Irving's life of
Washington. I am glad, as a citizen of this
country, that he lived to fiuish it.
See there, how much of the demagogue you
have in these latter days been applauding as
the philosopher of newly conceived theories,
and the statesmen of a new development in
political science.
I say to you, my fellow citizens, that this
man Genett came to this newly born, consti
tutional Republic from tbe wild orgies of a
court in which Robespierre, Marat and Dan-
have no reference now to the codicils to thin | ton had been rioting in every excess ot human
will made afterwards, in the shape of amend- pansion unrestrained ; from a court which
menti. From this old grant, this parchment j had ordered the destruction of the Bible, in
bearing the names of men who were first brave I the streets of Paris, because it contravened
and afterwards free, do I read to you your | the licentiousness of these beastly impulses ;
right and my right of citizenship in these | from a court which, alter revelling in all that
United States of America. From the day of
its ratification to this day let us. as inheritors
of a birthright of which we should be proud,
continue a review into which no
cowardly conscience is invited by me. I
do not think we may linger long from the be
ginning to the end of our retrospect, provided
we wish to be practical. I have an idea that
our troubles now, this anxiety and disquie
tude among good men, which has provoked
this address, are very similar to the troubles
of our fathers after the close of the revolu
tionary struggle with England, and after this
constitution was adopted aud set in force. I
think that the careful student of our history’
will find, upon a close examination, that there
has been au immense amount of plagerism in
i away aud the storm died, so did the old life of conversation in Covington on la6t | is nothing new under the sun.” Sometimes, j weekly sensation print, no mere appeal to the
jreaclied, near the arm of which a little bay,
cheek. I partly surrounded by steep bluffs, bad been
■The room in which he laid was filled by all [ formed by a creek of water flowing into the
the inmates ot the house, excepting the ser- river. Scrambling down the bluffs Tom saw
vants who clustered on the landing outside, j the dogs, as if with a last effort, force their
awe-strickeu. Mr. Van Dusen rested in the : way through the current of tbe river, and
ate efforts to reach the shore, Not remember
ing that it was impossible for his voice to
reach them, Tom endeavored to encourage
the dogs with loud shouts. Running along
the bank of the river he kept up with the
floating woman and brutes. Happily tbe
lightning continued to play upon the scene
with unabated rapidity, enabling him to avoid
the rocks and branches of trees which were
scattered on the ground in every direction, so
that, excepting a few falls, he succeeded in
keeping by the margin of the river with but
little inconvenience.
For over one mile this singular race was
kept up. A sudden bend of the river was i H ow the bonap artists have to gain France. i Georgia’;
was great and glorions in France, made a
monument for its own infamy in deifying a
courtezan, drawn on a car of triumph through
the stieet8 of Paris, aud pronounced by these
tyrants of passion tbe personification of hu
man excellence, as she was the personification
of human impulse. I my to you that Genett,
this crazy Frenchman and wild commune of
1779, was the reflex of that spirit of Mr.
Jefferson, which caused our fathers so much
trouble in the first administration of our gov
ernment, and which has continued to trouble
us to this day in America.
It is well for us to pause here and to study
these first causes of trouble and these first
causes of benefits and of blessings. It is real
orthodox reasoning to pass from cause to ef
fect, and effect to cause. Certainly, it is prac
tical, and amid the ashes of cities, the widow
hood of woman, the orphanage of childhood,
and the wreck of fortunes, and the breaking
was then, first in all Qie virtues of true patri- i ot hearts, even the spirit ot the Commune
sung the peans of noble deeds aod left for the enunciation of political philosophy,
a good schoolmaster to teach the spirit of fbis student will only investigate the admin-
patriotism, as the same was preserved in the I istration ol our first President, the great
perorations of praises to virtue untrammeled | Washington, who should be with us, as he
and fidelity to manhood unfettered by theae- then, first in all virtues of true patri-
cident offpersonal want, or the mere shifting j otism, and first in tbe affections of his | may have a sober reflection.
expediency of a party's rule.
At any rate, my fellow-citizens, this street
countrymen.
Solomon is reputed to have said that “there
Cains Marius, amid the ruins of Carthage,
presents a grand picture for conception—no
lArabella Laoroussini merge into another, j Wednesday, gives me au introduction for my
upon which depended everything of happi- ; Fourth of July address to you in Atlanta, the
ness to those that had done her no Wrong. capital of Georgia, to be delivered, I find, in
j this Capitol building, and in this Representa
tive Hull, which a Providence lias decreed to
' he the point from which shall radiate the in
fluence of that genius who marked with a peu-
! cil of inspiration a motto for the guidance of
mind and the proper regulation of
my lriends, I have been tempted to doubt j weakness of human nature, but a conception
this declaration, although it is in the Scrip- ; for a true artist, a great history in itself,
tures. I have in no encyclopedia no associa- which, in addressing the heart, appeals also
END OF PART FIRST.
Imperial Propagandism.
tion of myself with commentators, encyclo
pedists, savans or theorists, ever found out
to the brain.
Aristotle located the human soul in the
enough to satisfy me that Solomon “in 1 brain, Plato found it in the heart, Eppicurus
middle of the bed. On one side of him was
seated the boy, on the other side stood the
two Jphysicians, the younger of whom every
lew minutes poured a few drops of medicine
down his throat. A strange gentleman sat be
fore a desk quietly examining some papers,
while Mr. Greenmount and Mr. Fr&daen sat
near the loot of the bed, silently watching. Tom
was sitting on a chair near the door of the
room, almost as pale as Mr. Van Dusen, and
looking more serious than was his wont.
For a few’ minutes the dying man slept, and
on waking half opened his eyes and beckoned
to the doctor, who stooped over him and
placed his ear to the patient’s month.
“ Can I do anything for you,” he asked.
W Before he could reply a sound, as if of a
scuffle, was heard outside the door, as were
also two half suppressed screams from female
voices. The oldest of the physicians hurried
to tho door and throwing it partly open
looked out.
“ What is the meaning of that noise ?” he
asked, sternly.^*
3 comparatively placid waiter of the
l holding on to the body of the wo-
enter tbe
bay, still folding
man. They swam to the opposite side from
where Tom stood, bat the tufeent was too
steep, and the brutes growled from disap
pointment.
Tom endeavored to go around the bay to
aid them, but his progress was stopped by
the mouth of tbe creek. He hailed to the
dogs, in the hope that they would hear his
voice and swim towards him, but the wind
was blowing from them, and bore the words 1
in an opposite direction. Meantime, a flash j
of lightning revealed one of tbe dogs climb
ing up the Mde of the hill, while the other '
remained in the water, making every exertion
to retain its hold upon Belle. Tom did not j
hesitate for an instant. Without stopping to j
take off a single garment, he plunged into
the water, and with a few vigorous strokes.
Correspondence New York Paper.
The imperialist propagandists in France
are not very fastidious in the means which
they employ in their propaganda. But some
of their expedients for rekindling in the
country the sacred flame of the Napoleonic
legend are at least ingenious. They have
found that the post card might be an instru
ment very supple and perfectly appropriate
Georgia hearts, viz:
Wisdom, Justice, Moderation.”
I forget, then, the talk of my friend,
his glory,” ever sent, ever knew
how to send. or ever heard of
sending a telegraphic dispatch. From
this reasoning there may be .therefore, some
thing new under the sun. But surely, with
the lights of such an epoch of intellectual
resource, such an era ot reflected intellectual
full realizafion ot the responsibility of a duty i strength before us; such a mighty throe of
which you have been pleased to place upon J ua ture in the evolution of ideas, not only but
me, and which I, as a Georgian not only, but i absolutely tbe very forms and shapes of hu-
a citizen of the United States of America, i man thought as thi3 waR, in which Washing-
am here to perform.
First, tjien, and in accord with the spirit of
your invitation, and in harmony with the
to their aim. Consequently post cards of a spirit of the genius who gave birth to this
new kind are distributed in profusion in the anniversary day, * 4 memorable,” as you will
departments, and one ot them has been sent say, “in the annals of American history,”
me. They have a good photograph of j would I speak to you as a Georgian—one who
Napoleon III., and beneath this is a black j realizes his right of citizenship as such, not in
cross with tbe inscription: ! the speculative philosophy and unsatisfactory
j metaphysics of a partisan politician, but as
To the Memory ; I one who knows only to realize this right of
of ; j citizenship as it came to him. Yes, as he
Napoleon III., : believes it came to you by a right of inheri-
Emperor of the French. : ; tauce based upon a declaration of inde-
Born at the Tuileries, 29th April, 1808. ; j pendence, made in Philadelphia and signed
; Died 9th Jan., 1873, at Chiselhurst, Eng. : j by our lathers in 177G, a declaration of rights,
vindicated in a contest of seven long weary
ton and bis associates lived, I think I may be
warranted in asking you to pause with me
here in this first administration of our gov
thought it was in the stomach, but I think the
soul of the great Artist, who executed that
picture is found where Aristotle. Plato and
Epicurus meet each other in the harmony of
their distinct systems of human thought,in tbe
philosophy of the humble Nazarene, the child
of Mary, oar Lord and Saviour ; blessed for
ever be his holy name, and pure as God re
ceived it, and perfect as a God gave it may we
as a people preserve its precepts.
But we are now looking back from these our
temporal ruins; we are here to-day in our
Georgia Carthage rebuilt and we are also in
our Carolina Carthage of ruins undisturbed.
ernment, and see if there is anything new j We are here not only as Georgians but we are
uuder the political sun but the mere oombast, ; here as American citizens to listen to no ful-
the ad hominem, or the ad partisan dema-! some plaudits of a party’s dictation, to no
gogueism of the mere partisan leader. Even “ spread-Eagle ” declamation, but we are here
this you will find not to be new if you Mill ! to review an eventful past and to reflect. I
study the past, as its echoes are yet to be ask you then my friends to stop with me in
heard by tho listeniug ear coming from away 1 this first epoch of our history as a people and
back in bi6^ory and long before the time of i let us see if we cannot find the cause of some
* 1.1 1
George Washington.
It would seem that persons actuated by the trouble.
of our troubles. Yes, of all of our political
The whole is enclosed in a border compos-
reached the middle of the bay, to which the j ed of verses taken from the Bible, and, euri-
dog and woman had drifted, just in time to ] ously enough, headed, “Words of Napoleon
catch hold of Belle's body as the now j III.” Thus:
stnvingly exhausted brute let it slip from bis
4 He was ready in body and mind to die
Just then a figure rushed past him into the mouth. He turned and swam with it to the 1 for his countrymen” (Maccabees xv., 30.)
room and stood at tbe foot of the bed, be- opposite side of the creek, took it ashore and ' 44 He led tbe hungry and gave clothes to the
tween the two editors, and then confronted | looked around him. A stranger to the locali- I naked” (Tobias i., 20.) “ThoLord will sup- ^ .
the dying man, who bad risen to a sitting po- t ty, he had no idea where he was, but in the port the widow and the fatherless, and the t0 , “ ave caI,e<1 yourselves, ana in
' ' ' ' - trough ibe wsys of sinners he will destroj" (Psalm exlr., which ther. to much, ye* very much, to invite
years, and ratified by a treaty of peace with
I spirit which brought into existence the decla-
I rations ot this day in 1776, at Independence
J Hall, in .Philadelphia, would, under the in-
j flneuee of the same spirit, have been as unan-
The theory of States rights was never con
ceived by the brain of Mr. Calhoun, he was
too honest ever to have claimed its paternity ;
nor did they first come to the world from the
Great Britain, signed at Paris, ou the 20th of ( jvm] bloody contest, these declarations had
January, 1783. Here, at this point iu your ■ * - *• ...
history, my Georgia audience, do I begin no
imous as they were then when, after a long portals of Liberty Hall.
UW .... - * ’ ’ The right of the States and the sovereignty
rhapsody, no poetic strain, no forced hetori-
cal flourish for your entertainment, but here
do I as your fellow-citizen begin a retrospect
to which this day’s service should call youj
been made to rest upon the sore foundation | of the States formed a theme for the eloquence
of a national strength and a national entiety, i of Patrick Henry, a subject for the essays and
sition as it entered.
It was a woman. Her face was as white as
marble, with two large black eyes set in it,
which sparkled with unnatural brilliancy.
Her loDg black hair reaching below’ her waist,
was loose and flowing, while the drops of
water which clung to the tresses seemed like
diamonds scattered over them. Her clothing
drenched with rain, clang closely to her per
son, revealing the beautiful figure, whose
charms had once won Henry Van Dusen’s
heart, and whose beauty the years of suffer
ing coaid not efface.
Of all those present, only the dying man
and Tom knew that the wild looking creature
before them was Arabella Lauroussini.
She stood there gazing upon the dying form
of the man she had once loved with all the
iitessity of her nature, her hands clasped be
fore her, and her eyes glittering os never be
fore. So startled were all the persons in the
room, at her sudden appearance that they re
mained transfixed and made no motion to re
move her.
For an instant there was complete silence
in the room. At length she broke it
“I am here, Henry Van Dusen,” she said
to him, “here as I promised. I told yon
that I would follow yon to the death, aud I
have done it. If your dying moments are
not of peace; if you must go to God with my
prosence last before you. remember now, that
you drove me to it For all the suffering
that I have endured through you I am come
to have satisfaction. I am come to your
dying bed to tell you that I Hate You. I am
come to tell you that the bullet that sends
you to your grave—”
The priest, who had first recovered his pres
ence of mind interrupted her.
“Shame, shame” he said, “are you mad?”
“Mad!” she answered, “I wish I was.” aud
then she turned fiercely upon him. “Wbet
right have you to stand between him and me?
Do you know all the wrong he has done me?
Ask him what I was when he first met me,
and what he made me when he cast me off!
Mad! No! He tried to make me so, but he
tailed.”
As she spoke the last words, the priests face
softened somewhat. He advanced to her and
in a gentler tone than he had first spoken in t
said, with much solemnity:
“For all the wrongs that you have suffered
from that man, you most look to God for
vengeance. Leave him to die in peace. Re
member that there is no sin which repentance
oannot obtain forgiveness for. Go, my poor
woman, and ask Christ to pardon yon even as
Christ has pardoned him.”
He placed his hand gently upon her arm
and tried to take her from the room, but she
threw him off.
“Not till he dies!” she said. “By tbe great
God, I swear to stay here until he dies!” And
t>he turned and faced Mr. Van Dusen.
As she did so, he gazed at her for a little
while and tried to speak, but though hisl lps
moved no sound issued from them. Then the
dying man closed his eyes for the last time,
gave a little sigh and fell backwards.
“He is dead” exclaimed the physician.
distance he saw a light gleaming through
partial darkness, for the storm had now
abated, and the lightning was flashing only at
intervals.
He believed Belle dead, but be determined
to convey her body to some place of shelter.
By this time the dogs had come up and were
standing by his side shivering from cold.
Tom too was almost frozen. The atmosphere
was growing colder and his clothes clung to
him like an iced sheet. Stooping down he
raised the body upon his shoulder, with an
effort, and moved towards the light, followed
by the dogs.
The weight of his burden and the rapid
pace at which he went, sent the warm blood
back to his veins and produced a glow over
bis person that enabled him to perform his
self-imposed task. Presently a fence was
reached, situated not far from the light.
9)—a delicate allusion to Eugenie and Louis.
And finally a sentence that is not from the
Bible, so far as I know, although its senti
ment may be found there: “Receive injuries
without hatred and rancor, repair evils, but
never reveDge them.”
These cards are distributed openly in great
numbers, and no doubt they are worth all
they cost.
London is about to |hold a beer jubilee, a
which ales, stouts, porters and beer are to be
put on exhibition. All the brewers of Eng
land, Ireland, Scotland, also of Bavaria, Prus
sia, Saxony, and other parts of Europe have
sent casks of their productions. Each visi
tor, upon payment of a shilling, will be pre
sented with a tasting ticket, entitling him to
taste as much and of as many kinds of the
Gently passing tbe body oyer and holding it Btoc k on hand as he chooses.' He can then
up against the fence with one hand, 1 om | vote for tbat which suits his taste best,
leaped after it and soon came before a small j
brick house, from the half opened shutter of !
whose window came the gleam of light. He i
The MormoDs are determined prohibition-
. , .. , . .. . , ists, but unlike the temperance men of Mas
fc? an< i ascending the steps, , ^chiuieits they have fixed upon high licenses
knocked as loud and ss often as he could. 1 J - - - * *
i ns the surest method of abolishing the liquor
For a little while there was no response; j lraffic . Chief j uali ce McKean has decided,
then a voice was heard from the inside in-1 boweveri th , lt enaction of licenses amounting
quinng who bad knocked. ; to prohibition cannot be enforced. Similar
•"!?T n me ^° r 8 °* >en ^ oor - j interference with State authorities by a Fed-
cr, ® d Aom- .. . , , m ! eral Judge in Massachusetts would evoke a
UwascautioiislyopeDed and as Torn stag- iloud * s8t from the wat er-drinkers of the
gered in, he saw Mr Sniff standing in the , 8 £ te Bnt McKean was sent , 0 Utah to
hallway, with a candle in one hand and
thick stick in tbe other, surrounded by his
wife and childreo.
“Goodness gracious! What is that?" asked
Mr. Sniff.
“D—n me! don’t ask questions," returned
Tom, savagely. “You know who it is. Let
us see if she is aiive. Show us to a fire. Get
some brandy. Quick!”
Through the open door of the room from
which the light had come, was a fire blazing
on the hearth. Aided by Hiram, for Mr.
Sniff was too unnerved to offer any assist
ance, Tom placed the body before this fire.
8och appliances as were at hand were used to
resuscitate the woman, were at once brought
into requisition. Her hair had matted over
her face concealing it, but when the black i Mr. Herbert Spencer has given his testi
tresses were removed, Mr. Sniff started and mouy to the generosity of Johu Stuart Mill it
his wife gave a little scream.
thwart tbe Mormons.
A farmer and his wife called at a Detroit
photograph gallery last week to order some
photographs of her, and while the operator
was getting ready the husband give the wife
a little advice as to how she most act: “Fasten
yonr mind ou something,” he said, “or else
you will laugh and spoil the job. Think
about early days, how your father got in jail,
and your mother was an old scolder, and
what you’d have been if I hadn't pittied you!
Jett fasten yoor mind on to that!” She didn’t
have auy photographs taken. Neither will he
for some time.
D—n me! What’s the matter now?” asked
Tom.
“bhe arrived here to-day,” returned Mr.
Hniff, 4 'She came op with me and retired to
her room.*
mouy to the generosity
the H 4 at**oiei»t that when the “System of Phil
oriophy,” which Mr. Spencer was publishing
in a series of volume**, had entailed upon him
a pecuniary lo** which he could no longer
beer Mr. Mill insisted ou defraying the ex-
p«-n*e ot the publication himself. The offer
•I told you, Mr. Sniff.” said his wife sharp- i was declined, bnt it marked more liberality
ly, “I told you I dtdn t like your bringing j tb.iu falls to tbe lot of most men, since Mr.
your reflection.
Ah ! It is well to st^p now and then in this
great rush of life and reflect. To go back in
our thought*, our memories, our loves: to
pass in our minds and through our hearts
back to tho past. Herein is the work of the
great teacher of whom you have heard—Ex
perience. On this reflective tour we are sure
to meet him, and happy he who is not called
bAck to this retrospection by the smart of his
lash.
I propose to-day, with you, to retrospect,
to stop, on this bright, beautiful Fourth Day
of July, here in Atlanta, and look over the
note-book of the past, that we may be better
prepared for a journey ahead of us.
I have already fixed for you the birthday j
of your citizenship. Who doubts it? Who, j
like the venerated and venerable old gentle
man in Newton, would whisper to me, when
on my way to serve you, “ Tell them they had ,
better be sorry when Cornwallis got whip- j
ped ? * Who regrets it ? Let us see.
The throwing of the tea over into the wa- j
ters of Boston harbor by a hand of disguised
citizens; the 44 Ko-klux Klan” of 1773, an evi
dence then, as such manifestations have been
since, of tbe people's resistance to wbAt they
conceived to be an oppressive taxation, was
an event in history, marked beyond the At
lantic, on the eastern hemisphere of our world
of thought and action, by the muttering thun
ders, the premonitory rumblings of a po
litical revolution, which commenced, as it
did on this side the waters, in a declara
tion of human civil rights. After progess-
ing through every conceivable stage of
impulse, and unbridled human passion; after
destroying the sanctity of law, as the same
came in conflict with this impulse not only in
statutes and in decrees, but as it came from
tbe word of God; after deluging Paris in
blood, and prostrating the civilization of the
eighteenth century, could only find an end iu
empire and a law-giver in an Emperor.
The individuality of Frenchmen, and the
individualism of French philosophy, did all
this in eight short years.
Mr. Buckle, in his history of the civiliza
tion of Europe, gives us the key by which
we may comprehend many of the phenomenas
ot social life, and in the concurrence of events
in different localities, and their singular re
currence in his theory of political aud relig
ious epidemics.
The whole civilized world seemed to have
been neized at this time with
liberty.
With ns, iu the American colonies, cosmo-
recognized and respected throughout the civ- ■ speeches of George Mason, Richard Henry
ilized world. But how was the case ? I Lee, Colonel Grayson and other Virginians
The Philadelphia Convention of 1787 had at the very outset of the organization of the
in it and among its members tbe spirit which | government Tbe separate rights of these
was to master the States General ot France in j separate State were discussed, were defined,
1789. Content to have won their independ- | and were determined, in the convention
ence, satisfied that they had the right to make which framed a Constitution for the United
their own laws, and that the “ divine right ”
of a king by succession was overthrown, those
who had labored to the end, those who on
battle fields, in dreary winter quarters, in the
swamps of Carolina, and amid the snows of
Massachusetts, achieved this great result were
in aooord; hot in thAt body, there in that first
Conveution of the newly freed, was the evil
genius of the epoch. There was Patrick
Henry the Eloquent, with tbe sincerity of an
honeRt intent to be lead captive by the in
tellect of Thomas Jefferson, in which the very
States, to supplement aud to take the place
of the Colonial Confederation. Under this
Colonial Confederation the independence of
the colonies who held, each of them, their
separate grants from England, was achieved,
in the adoption of the Federal Constitution*
and by its ratification these colonies
yielded this separate independence.
Out of thirteen independent colo
nies, there came by their own wfll and
election, a nation and tbe emblems of a na-
, tion. From the associated brain and in the
demon of discord seemed to have found his I anxious fears, and trusting prayers of dele-
home. In toe very framing of the Constitu
tion of which I have spoken to you as being
the will and testament of our fathers, this
red-capped demon, lately known and felt in
the Commune of Paris, bat readily recognized
throughout all history, made his appearance.
gates from the liberated colonies of Virginia,
Maryland, Delaware, Pennsylvania, New Jer
sey and New York, assembled at Annapolis in
September, 1786, came a call to the other
Confederate colonies; came a declaration that
these colonies could not exist under the title
any bad women into this house. I hope you Mill’*
are satisfied. Ain’t we in a nice mess now ? j book;
She wasn’t bad enough Already, bnt she must
commit suicide with all her sins upon her I
shoulders, without repeuting of one of ’em!” | d
“Hush np, d—n me, bush op!” interrupted hr
Tom sternly. “Nice saint you are, maybe! j in*
She fell into the river, that's nil. ” i*«:
M*-»uwhile be had been unremitting in his *<»
exertions to bring her to life again. Although j sh
Mr. Suiff was a temperance umu he kept ! o..
thf-nrie* were attacked iu Mr. Spencer's
a very outspoken manner.
Sue Mhsou of Madison county, Illinois, is
wtcnbed hh one of the most exquisitely
>iiutiful girls in tbe world. Four young
»'U hn»e drunk IheniNsIvcM to death on Mad-
;>n c unty l»-rr within the last year on her
roiint, find now h Mr*. G/tines is trying to
Sue is in partnership with an Alton
He seised upon the opportunity offered in | grant by which each held and had won its in-
the pride of the Virginia members, to whisper ' dependence of Great Britain, and calling upon
for the first time the idea of “States Rtghts.” the original thirteen to send delegates to a
It was here tbat George Mason, thinking j convention to meet at Philadelphia in May
more of his Commonwealth than of the greater I of the next year—1787. After eight months
and grander confedration of Commonwealths, j of reflection these colonies approved the wis-
made the argument of this doctrine, which dom of this call and delegatea from the Unr
ealised Mr. Madison to speak of him as beiug j teen, the best and tue strongest of their sons
44 heterodox.” It was here that Patrick Henry ! we*e regularly elected or appointed, and on
carried so far the same impulsive declamation, | the day set they met in convention at Phiia-
as w© have heard from others, not so great in > delphia. Georgia, then the weakest of the
these later days, as to provoke the charge that number, was there, Carolina was there, Mas-
he and his associates designed the formation \ sachusetts was there, and Virginia—yea, Vir-
of a republic from Virginia and North Caro-1 ginia, the pet child of the old English
lina. mother, with her colonial patriotism, her phi-
What a conflict was there in that convention losophy, her reason and her passion, was there,
between human reason, controlled by a true After four months of deliberation, after
spirit of patriotism, and hnman passion, four months of thought, of prayer to the God
guided by the selfish pride of personal ambi- of nations, and of patient And laborious effort
tion. to harmonize the idea of human liberty with
The Divinity (which shapes all human ends) \ the necessity for human law, the Constitution
triumphed. Satan was set behind. Would i ot tbe United States was announced to take
to his Author, he had then and there the place of the Articles of Confederation, and
been returned to the pit t« which we I by resolution was referred to the people of
are informed he belongs! But he . the Colonies, who had created it, for their
was not my friends. He followed on after : solemn ratification.
this Oostitutional Convention of 1778. Let us What an epoch in history was this! What
watch the movements of this evil genius* j a grand triumph of sanctified human reason
which like some shadowy spirit from the j over human passion was made, when this
realms of woe, continued to brood over our grand chart for the regulation of human aooi-
blood-bought heritage. The Constitntonal ! ety and the securemeut of human happiness
Convention adjourns—the work is done dee- was given to the world !
pile the devil.
( I have said to you that there had been born
Our old fathers start home. Mr. Leigh j on this continent, simultaneously with a birth
Pierce with bis lost journal of tbe proceed- ' in Europe, an evil genius—a spirit of restless
ings fonni again, comes back to Georgia safe, dissatisfaction, a demon of discord—and that
[pidemic of j an d the chart of our liberties, that “manly, , the condition of our moral atmosphere was
j moral, regulated liberty,” of which Mr. Burke such that Mr. Jefferson, returning with the
I * spoke, is given to the people of the independ- poisoned miasms of Jacobin France infused
poliUn features ol population, with the grand ! en t colonies for their solemn ratification. What through his whole mental aud moral organi-
conHervatism of Edmund Burke, reflected fromr a • * » -» : » • * •- * kh
England through his then young desciple,
Alexander Hamilton. The wheels of this car j queuce of finished oratory, and the arts and!—I _
of humau impulse were locked until a con- j practices of tbe partisan, the author aud the were held under c ntrol only «s long as the
ductor, in the form of mnotified human rta- i defender of the doctrine of State Rights And j Convention of 1787 held its heeaious iu secret.
State Sovereignty, laboring to defeat tbe ratij
next do we see? George Mason aud Patrick ; zation, spread this epidemic of licentious lib-
Henry, with all the resource ability, the elo- j ertv wherever he went
* The mischievous workings of this spirit
sou, could be placed on board.
■Thi<* was done. Washington, under the
call of that divinity which never errs that
divinity a ho intended that the grand expanse
At YiMtrrial resource, this American home of
oure, r»hoiil i be tbe cradle of true human lib-
t The moment the Constitution
floation of the Constitution in tbe Virginia the people tor their reflection aud their action
Convention of 1788. But there was a “De- .upon it. the moment that this organisation of
liatiou's political strength uuder the re-
ii representative government wan
giveu to the war-worn RolUiers, whose blood
ciua” in good old Virginia, and a good genius
p*0veiling the land. The Constitution of t*
i United States of America whs ratified by