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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