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JOHN H. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor.
MRS. MARY E. BRYAN (*) Associate Editor.
ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, NOV. 20, 1875.
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SUBSTITUTE FOR GOV. PORTER.
A SINGULAR MISTAKE.
A short time since, we presented in “Onr Gal
lery ” what we supposed to be the portrait of
Governor Porter, of Tennessee, but a few days
since discovered that we had substituted another
| man altogether, and in self-vindication, present
! both engravings to show how easily such a mis
take might be made. We had several engravings
in hand, and just before making up our forms,
selected what we supposed to be Governor Por-
! ter, put him in, and locked him up; but to our
surprise, found afterwards that we had presented
Senator Sharon, of Nevada, and called him Gov-
Thc Richmond Office of The Sunny South i Porter \ close observer will detect a Sof
ia at So. 4 South Twelfth street. R. G. Agee, Esq., amost ernor sorter. A close ODseiver win detect a sui
reliable and courteous gentleman, is in full charge and
duly authorized to transact any business connected with
the paper.
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ficient resemblance in the two engravings to
make it readily understood that in selecting
from the blocks we might easily fail to get the
right one.
The portrait on the next page is said to be an
excellent likeness of Governor Porter, and the
one on the eighth is also said to be a splendid
likeness of Senator Sharon, of Nevada.
Sunday last, we
subscribers, and
The Power of the Pen.—When the saying,
“ The pen is mightier than the sword,” was first
uttered, we do not know. Certainly not before
it was true. But, as is true of all sayings
founded upon a comparison of things wholly
dissimilar, it must be accepted with some modi
fications. The pen is the emblem of human
reason, as the sword is of human passion; and
when these two powers are brought in immedi
ate conflict, the latter is the more often triumph
ant. Wisdom, though she plead in words never
so wise, would be utterly unheard amid the
beating of drums and the charge of artillery.
When rage rules, reason retires, and law amid
arms is silent.
But though the zephyr and the sunshine be
powerless as compared with the tornado, yet
have the former, in the lapse of ages, done far
more than the latter in modifying the aspect of !
our globe. So, though the soldier may in one
short campaign devastate wide provinces and i
change the boundaries of empires, the writer
may build up or ruin to a far greater extent, and j
may effect changes more wide-spread and more i
permanent. Often the power of the conqueror j
ceases when his hand drops the sword; but the j
brain of the successful author becomes etheri- ;
alized into one of the great motive powers of the j
earth, forever disseminating its influence, and
yet becoming the more powerful the farther it j
is spread. Achilles, after all his feats of strength ;
and valor, has crumbled to dust, and his name
sounds like the half-remembered refrain of some 1
old song. But the grand old bard who rolled
over his harp the songs of Troy is still exerting
a powerful influence on the civilization and
happiness of mankind. Without the scribe to
record and the poet to praise, the fame of even j.
the greatest warriors were short-lived. The hand i
of improvement would efface the desolations of
his fiery track; the terror inspired by his cruelty
and the admiration excited by his heroism, would
fade from the minds of men. The sword is in
deed indebted to the pen for much of its power
and all of its glory.
It is, however, in times of peace and works of
love, that the pen asserts its superiority over all
the other agents of civilization. We do not
think we assert too much when we ascribe to in
tellect, expressing itself by written words, the
great changes which have been wrought by man
in the physical and moral condition of the world.
We know that men endowed with the enterpris
ing brain of the Caucasian race, would have
made some progress by handing down traditions
from sire to son. But how slow and feeble would
it have been! What would have been accorn-
Mr. Burgh and the Pigeons.—Mr. Bergli,
the well-known leader of the “ Society for the
Prevention of Cruelty to Animals,” is sometimes
ridiculed for carrying his sympathy with the
dumb creation to an absurd extent; but if he
errs, it is on the side of noble and refined im
pulse. Never has he more fully shown the
earnest, tender nature of the feeling that impels
him than in his recent appeal to put down an
amusement which involved the wanton destruc
tion of the most graceful and innocent denizens
of the air. An exchange comments upon this
with much truth and feeling. It appears that
Mr. Bennett, of the New York Herald, had ar
ranged a trap-shooting match—a kind of mur
derous sport so absolutely useless as to be heart
less—and Mr. Bergh appealed to him not to give
the influence he possessed, as the proprietor of a
great newspaper, to the encouragement of such
a cruel infliction of pain upon the innocent
birds, apd such a needless waste of life. From
that appeal we extract the following eloquent
sentences, which are put in the mouth of a
pigeon about to be mangled for the amusement
of thoughtless spectators, and to gratify the pride
of the “ sportsman” in showing how much mur
der he can commit with a given amount of am
munition:
“ I am wholly in your power: you will not pre
tend that I have ever harmed you, or that there
exists any natural or legitimate reason for my
The sphere in which I moved was
assigned to me by the same Allwise Being who
made you and so bountifully endowed you with
wealth, reason and all the material possessions
of this world. I wqs betrayed into captivity
while seeking to provide nourishment for my
little family, now dead of starvation. You are
about to immolate me upon the blood-stained
altar of inglorious rivalry, and what will you
gain by the crushing of my delicate limbs and
ruptured arteries that a senseless target would
not afford you ? If, however, this little body, so
cunningly and so mysteriously contrived by its
Creator, be necessary to your reasonable benefit
—if the brief existence which it inherits be re
quired for any purpose which religion and hu-
; man policy condemn not—take it, it is yours;
but offend not its Author, nor insult the culti-
i vated spirit of your generation, by a deed which
I your own conscience, on reflection, will charac-
I terize, but which I refrain from doing.”
We have never met attiring finer than the
above—anything more plaintively tender and
. true—in all our reading. Its pathos is inimita-
; ble. Only one of nature's noblemen could have
i written a plea so plaintive and yet so powerful,
i Hats oil' to Mr. Bergh !
From Stone Mountain to Atlanta.— Just in
time for the seven o’clock accommodation train,
whose heralding whistle comes to ns a mile
away over the hills, through the keen, frosty
air, as we stand upon the platform and watch
the sun lift the gray luist-vail from the mountain
and lay broad hands of benediction upon its
brow. As we note how the late chilly rains have
dulled the autumnal gold and scarlet that gir
dled the hoary giant a week ago, the train rushes
up with an eldritch shriek and snort, and stops
panting at the station, while the waiting group
on the platform file rapidly in, and the hare-foot
vendors of apples and chestnuts dart aboard
and make the tour of the cars in a twinkling,
crying their wares in cheery notes.
All aboard ! and away dashes the train through
the heart of the little village—past the wide,
well-inclosed park, which only needs improving
to make it beautiful, and past the large brick
building set in the centre of ample grounds,
which was built for a hotel, but more resembles a
college, and will yet be the nucleus of a noble
institute if the Baptist denomination does not
stand in its own light and perversely refuse to
recognize the superior inducements that Stone
Mountain can off- i^p.s Ai-e site for a first-class
college — inducements of health, beauty, con
venience and notoriety of location, for Stone
Mountain, although ylike many flesh and blood
prophets) without proper honor in its own coun
try, has great celebrity abroad. Nor must the
vis-a-vis, the omniscient and ubiquitous Mr.
Whidby, of the Constitution. “Why. do you not
know him ?” is the answer. “ That is our Con
gressman elect, Hon. Milton Candler.”
The legends of the wayside fences are an
amusing feature. There is character in these j
straggling signs which the itinerant agents of
sewing machines, patent medicines and mercan
tile establishment paint upon the board fences !
that stretch for miles along the road. The Flor
ence machine agent is calm and pertinacious -a
very Grant,.who shows that he means to “fight
it out on this line,” if it takes up all the fences,
by painting in white letters every few yards, 1
“ Buy a Florence machine - it is the best.” The
Wheeler and Wilson' man begins jocularly, but
soon grows testy over his rival’s pertinacity. He
paints in black and yellow letters. “The
Wheeler and Wilson is the Dolly Varden,” and (
immediately succeeding we read, “Buy a Flor- !
ence machine - it is the best,” reiterated again
and again, until the other loses his temper and
declares, “ 7 say the Wheeler and Wilson is the
best; and again, more emphatically, “I know
the Wheeler and Wilson is the best.” But the ]
Florence agent has the last word.
As we near the city, these legends of the way- ;
side fences multiply and grow more earnest.
We are admonished to go straight to the London
Store or to Keely’s for our dry goods; we are
advised that there is “Great slaughter of hogs
I at Sawtell’s;” that “U no Clarke is giving away
i hats;” that Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup is a
blessing to bnbes; that Tutt’s Hair Dye and Mag
nolia Bilm will restore youth, and that the Water
of Life will create a new liver, etc.
Doubtless, the Unsophisticated country cus
tomers, who come into the city on their cotton
bales, are bewildered by all this disinterested
information.
But our morning ride is nearly at an end.
[For The SunuySouth.l
OI R PRESIDENTS.
15Y VIRGINIA.
First stands the lofty Washington—
The nobly-great, immortal one;
The elder Adams next we see,
And Jefferson comes number three;
Then Madison is fourth, you know,
The fifth on the list is Monroe;
The sixth, an Adams comes again,
And Jackson seventh in the train;
Van Bureu eighth upon the line.
And Harrison counts number nine;
The teuth is Tyler in his turn,
And Polk eleventh, as we learn;
The twelfth is Taylor in rotation,
The thirteenth. Fllmore in succession;
The fourteenth, Pierce has been selected,
Buchanan fifteenth is elected;
Sixteenth, Lincoln rules the nation,
Johnson seventeenth holds the station;
Eighteenth, Grant fills the Presidential chair,
Nineteenth, we hope Grant will not be there.
PERSONALS.
on the sky; her pretty suburban cottages appear
| with evergreen honeysuckles decking their
I porches, and gaudy plats in the little door-yards
of varicolored chrysanthemums, among which
! tumble children, bright as the flowers—the
: healthy, rosy, innumerable children—Atlanta’s
; peculiar feature!
Anon, comes in sight the Oakland Cemetery,
j its broad hillsides snowed over with marble
memorials, and with the stately monument to
| the Confederate dead rising above all -commem-
1 orative not alone of “Fallen Heroism,” but of
i woman’s patriotism, energy and effort.
! More thickly come the houses; business signs
| appear; rattling drays are heard; long, blank
! lines of freight cars wall out the view; and the
I engine rushes beneath the substantial car-house,
; and before it fairly stops, passengers snatch
baskets and satchels and hurry away to the day’s
business or pleasure.
Movements in Southern Society.
Buffalo Bill and Texas Jack.—The most per
fect sensations in Atlanta this season in the way
of theatrical amusements, were the performances
of the “Buffalo Bill” combination troupe last
week, giving our people an insight into Western
or border life. We have never seen an Atlanta
audience worked up to such a frenzy of delight,
and little were we prepared from the announce
ments for an evening of so much real entertain
ment. The scenes, of course, were rough and
bloody, else they were not true to the life in
tended to be presented; but the horror was re
lieved by the side-splitting humor of Jedediah
Broadbrim, a peace commissioner from Wash
ington, whose conception and portrayal of the
Quaker character was faithful and ludicrous in
plished in years of time and by thousands of the extreme. “Buffalo Bill ” and “old Sloat ”
muscles, may now be performed by a few hands
in a single day. Yes ! the pen has made man’s
triumph over the most adverse elements of na
ture not a probability only, but an assured fact.
By its aid, he is continually advancing toward
that absolute mastery of the earth which it was
foretold, in the very infancy of his race, he
should ultimately achieve. But all that it has
done for man’s material progress is as nothing to
what it has done to improve his social, moral
and political condition. To the pen we owe it
that we are not barbarians, heathens and slaves.
When it gives forth the utterances of a free and
fearless intellect, there is no more dangerous foe
to that superstition which makes men idolaters
and the tools of tyranny.
There has never been a time when one who
wields the pen of a ready writer exerted more
influence than now. Fame, fortune and power
all may be acquired by the successful use of this
little instrument. Indeed, readiness is now
more prized than weight. The man who can
dash off racy paragraphs for a daily newspaper
is more sure of readers, and of course of influ
ence, than he who by years of toil can elaborate
learned quartos. We fear this is attended with
one great evil. Writers do not sufficiently esti
mate the magnitude of their office, and are not
conscienentiously anxious to rise to the full
measure of its responsibilities. They study to
be startling rather than truthful, and the ability
to create a sensation is too often the test^ of a
writers’s merit. This is at once pandering to a
depraved taste and helping to increase it. We
do not object to “sensational” in the sense of
stirring up the minds and consciences; but we
do condemn keeping them agape for some
thing new, whether it be true or false. Litera
ture whose only claim upon the attention of the
public is that it is sensational, will rarely fail to
do mischief. \
always turned up “with care” in the “nick of
time,” and elicited oft-repeated yells of delight
from the audience.
We cannot convey any idea of the deeply in
teresting entertainments given by this combina
tion. They must be seen.
Hon. W. F. Cody, the celebrated “Buffalo
Bill,” is an agreeable gentleman oft the stage,
and enjoys the company of social companions.
Correction.—The well-written story, “The
Old Rectory, or Fanny’s Project,” which was
published in the two preceding issues of our
paper, was wrongly credited to Mr. J. Wayne
Wilson, of this city. The author of the story
is the late Rev. B. F. Duncan Perry, pastor of
the Episcopal Church of Gainesville, Florida.
The mistake originated from the fact that Mr.
Wilson handed in the manuscript in behalf of
his friend, and that we, for convenience of loca
ting it, wrote the name of Mr. W. on the back.
Indian Names.
To the Editor of The Sunny South:
Would it not be a pleasant duty, as well as in
structive to this and the coming generations, for
some writer to collect all the Indian names of
rivers, mountains, towns and creeks in Georgia,
and give their English significance, so you could
publish them ? It would be an excellent paper
to file for reference, and a pleasure to know the
meaning of the sweet-sounding words of the In
dian tongue. Conosuba.
A writer in the Arcadian says: “Intelligence
goes hand in hand with a tender regard for other
people’s feelings.” Now let him go into crowds
frequently, or watch his fellow-citizens at the
post-office when they are after their mail, or try
to make himself comfortable in public convey
ances, and tell us how much intelligence he
thinks Ohere is in this country.
A Schley county hen set on fifteen eggs and
hatched seventeen chickens, besides leaving four
eggs in the nest.
fact of extraordinary cheapness be left out of ; Atlanta’s steeples and cupolas paint themselves
view, the large, substantial building of brick,
with its ample grounds, being offered by its lib
eral owners for five thousand dollars—less than
a third of its actual value.
But while these considerations pass through
our mind en passant, the train is steaming away
through the wooded country, past fields and cot
tages and long stretches of autumnal forest,
where the nuts rattle dowu and yellow persim
mons drop among the drifted leaves. But at
every road-crossing and at every cluster of pretty
cottages, our accommodation halts for a panting
moment to pick up the waiting groups by the
roidside—over-coated gentlemen going to their
business in the city, with their lunch in tiny
baskets in their hands; ladies in bright wraps
and nodding plumes, bound for a day’s shop
ping or visiting in the city; children merry and
red-cheeked with health and cold, looking like
moss-roses in their fur mufflings. Now and
then, our waiting passengers are sturdy farmers
going citywards for supplies, or country girls
with hats of rusty cotton-velvet and faded arti
ficials, when their fresh faces would look so
much prettier in a gingham sun-bonnet or a
plain straw hat.
Occasionally, we pick up an old-fashioned
dame, carrying a huge umbrella that pokes into
everybody’s eyes, and a pillow-case containing
her night-clothes. Or, we take up a care-worn
mother with a rosy baby nestled under her
faded shawl.
On such occasions, our young conductor exhib
its his gentlemanly instincts. With not a change
of his-dignirreJ ctnmieiiiti&e; Etrt/rithsfemding
the chaffing young chaps that watch him from the
platform and the miss that sniggles from the car
window, he hands in the shabbily-dressed ladies
as courteously as though they were duchesses,
and marches up the aisle handling the baby (or
the pillow-slip, as the case may be) right side up
with care, and safely depositing it where it be
longs. Truly, the conductors on the Georgia Road
more than bear out the reputation of the frater
nity for courtesy and good breeding.
Really, an accomodation train is an interest
ing study, infinitely more picturesque than the
hurry-scurry, unsocial “ through passenger.” It
is a compromise between the old stagecoach and
the swift steam steed that superseded it, and
combines the picturesqueness of one with much
of the speed and comfort of the other. It is a
true socializer, bringing people together in a
friendly way, and linking city and country in- .
terests more intimately than could be done by j
any other method. People living in the pretty
country homes scattered along the railroad no j
longer find themselves isolated from city busi- j
ness, conveniences and pleasures, thanks to the
enterprise and good management of Col. John-
son, the able railroad superintendent.
The accommodation train promotes social feel
ing. We learn to know “who is who” among our
daily fellow-passengers. We discover that the j
two pretty girls whom we find in all weathers
waiting on the platform at Decatur, warmly water- j
proofed and bright as winter robins, are teach
ers in the excellent public schools of our city. |
That gentleman with the forest of white beard
is an artist who has his studio in the city. When
he gets off the train in the evening, he receives
a perfect ovation of welcome from his little boy.
The pale, scholarly gentleman, who comes in
leaning on his crutch, is connected with the
celebrated Green Line, and is an admirable ac- :
countant, notwithstanding his dreamy eye and .
the critical analysis he gives of Bulwer, Dickens
and Thackeray for the benefit of his young lady |
tete-a-tete, who has declared herself a great novel- |
reader. Bulwer, Dickens and Thackeray to a |
girl of the period, who has read nothing but
“Ouida,” Miss Braddon and Mrs. Southwortli! j
The gentlemen in shawls and overcoats who
board our train at Decatur, Kirkwood, and else
where, are merchants, bankers, lawyers, clerks, |
physicians, dentistiy ate. r who have offices or
situations in the city, and return in the evening to
be met at their stopping-places by eager children,
or bright-faced wives or laughing daughters, so
licitous to welcome them and to inspect the con
tents of the huge baskets which many of them
carry every day—empty when going, but well-
packed on their return with the results of those
little commissions which are always entrusted to
the pater familias with the good-by kiss—(a wife’s
parting words to her city-going husband are
always buy and buy.)
Often our train brings to town the Notables
who live in lovely villas along the railroad line.
George Belmore, the English actor, is dead.
Senator Dawes has been painfull}' injured by
his horse.
Maggie Mitchell will perform in Charleston,
S. C., this season.
The next United States Senator from Missis
sippi will be L. Q. C. Lamar.
Miss Eliza A. Dupuy, the Kentucky novelist,
has gone to Washington to live.
D. W. Yoorhees, of Indiana, is preparing a
lecture on Jefferson and Hamilton.
Hon. Carl Scliurz, it is stated, has decided to
reside permanently in New York city.
It is confidently stated that^rreasurer New will
resign in January for his private business.
The Khedive of Egypt has applied to England
for two financiers to undertake his finances.
Rev. H. F. Oliver has been recalled to the
pastorate of the Baptist Church at Eatonton.
It is stated that Rev. W. H. Milburn, the blind
preacher, will lecture in Savannah this winter.
Mr. John T. Britt, late of the Oxford Leader,
has been married to Miss Mitchell, of Oxford.
The Raleigh Xeics says that Mr. Kingsbury is
now engaged on his history of North Carolina.
Cholera, in certain districts, is interfering
with the progress of the Prince of Wales in
India.
President MacMahon- has received letters ter
minating the mission of the Costa Rica Minister
at Paris.
Lane, son of “Old Joe,” is elected to Congress
The Northern migration of pleasure-seekers from Oregon. He is a chip ot the old block—a
towards the South has commenced in earnest.
The ladies of the Presbyterian church of
Clarksville, Tennessee, are making extensive
preparations for a Martha Washington tea party
to come off soon.
The rumors which fill the air now in reterence
to matrimonial affairs in Louisville, Ky., would
indicate that November and December will show
an active state of affairs in that line.
The many friends and warm admirers of Miss
Sue Ridenour, of Charlestown, West Va., will
be gratified to learn that she has become the re
cipient of a legacy of about six thousand dollars,
bequeathed to her, as we learn, from the Good-
son Gazette, by Mr. Cyrus Holt, formerly steward
of the Institution for the Deaf and Dumb and
i Blind, at Staunton, Pa.
I ■ A noticeable scene took place recently at the
\ passenger depot of the Georgia railroad between
an absconding couple and the young lady’s
mother. The daughter was pretty, and named
Miss Mattie Shackleford, and the mother is Mrs.
Whitman. She plead for the girl to return to
her home, because the man was not worthy of
her, and besides, she said he had a wife in Lon
don; but she didn’t go.
The Greenesboro (N. C.) Protestant says:
“ Every week our exchanges come to us filled
with notices of marriages that have occurred in
their respective vicinities. We wonder why some
Democrat.
Mrs. Matilda Fletcher, somewhat known as a
platform orator, has a lecture for this season,
entitled “Old Boys.”
Gen. Sherman’s book has netted him .830,000.
Many of the bummers bagged as much without
the trouble of even writing a receipt.
Prince Milan’s bride, Miss Natalie Kesliko,
spent 838,000 in Paris on her wedding finery.
Milan sent her a loving telegram every day she
was absent.
The Young Men’s Christian Assoeiation of New
York has rented the Hippodrome for the month
of January, at 81,300 a week, to be occupied by
Moody and Sankey.
An Americus Georgian has a piece of shaving
soap one hundred years old. which his father
used while serving under Washington. He will
send it to the Centennial.
Eugenie is still beautiful, but her beauty is
now thift of old age and suffering. The Prince
Imperial is fine-looking, with a dreamy, thought
ful expression of countenance.
The Czar of Russia has just given a young Jew
named Frelimann a commission in the Russian
army. Frelimann is the first Jew who has ever
attained the position of officer.
Mr. Tennyson will commemorate in verse the
visit of the Prince of Wales to India. Nothing
of our voung people will not try the conjugal 1 but a g 0 °d salary would enable a poet to extract
ties. The number of young ladies and gentlemen frrm ' * h °
in this city is sufficiently large, and many might
j marry, and then we are sure an abundance :
would be left over. If these young people had
any sympathy for a man looking for locals, they ,
would certainly come to his relief.
The following are recent Southern marriages :
Mr. W. B. Easterling and Miss Bunnie Fitz- j
! hugh, of Rankin county, Miss.
Mr. Wm. E. Norris and Miss Sarah Thompson, j
of Corroll county, Ga.
Mr. W. E. Neill and Miss Nancy Eason, of !
! Carroll county, Ga.
Mr. Hugh O. West, of Madison Ga., and Miss
Annie T. Greene, of Thomaston, Ga.
Hon. Thos. H. Caldwell, Shelbyville, Tenn.,
to Miss Carrie Hopkins, of Cincinnati, Ohio.
Mr. James Keeling and Mrs. Jane Scott, of
Shelbyville, Tenn.
Mr. Lucius O. Shivers and Miss Ida F. Calla
way, both of Clay county, Ga.
much inspiration from the subject.
Ex-Secretary Delano, of the Interior Depart
ment, appeared to-day for the purpose of exe
cuting certain papers requisite for the formal
transfer to Secretary Chandler the guardianship
of various Indian funds.
Mrs. Julia A. Gilmer, relict of the late Hon.
John A. Gilmer and daughter of Rev. William
Paisley, the first minister of the Presbyterian
| Church of Greenesboro, N. C., died at her late
i residence in that place on Friday last.
Victor Hugo is engaged in writing a new trag
edy for Rossi to play this winter in Paris. The
j subject is to be colossal in itself, and grandly
treated, and will be grandly played. Rossi has
hired the Grand Opera House for the occasion.
Mr. Charles Wyndham, the best English com-
l edy actor that has ever visited this country, and
who made such a favorable impression in Savan
nah three winters since, has organized an excel-
Mr.E.B. Ridgwav and Miss MollieC. Knowles, j lent . troupe of players for the purpose of pro
. . . ° _ 71 flnr'inor n cptidc nt ufon/lord onTtvodioo 4-1..
of Randolph county, Ga.
In Meridian, Miss., Rev. W. D. Christie, of
Grace Church, Lake Providence, La., and Miss |
Mary E. Averett, of Gainesville, Ala.
ducing a series of standard comedies at the
London Crystal Palace.
Among the records held by the Southern His
torical Society, of which General Jubal Early is
Mr. R. M. Levy and Miss Nannie Morrow, of President, is a manuscript copy of the history
of General Longstreet's corps, by General E. P.
Alexander. This officer, during the war, was
chief of the artillery in Longstreet's corps, and
is now manager of the Western Railroad of Ala
bama.
Judge Tompkin has hurt the feelings of the
superstitious by sentencing a negro to be hanged
in Effingham county, Georgia, on Monday. Those
who believe that hanging should take place on
Mr. George H. Stobbs and Miss Ellen Kelly, of Fridays, also have a suspicion that jay-birds
West Va. 1 carry sand to Satan on the same day. It is very
naughty of the Judge to unprejudice the preju
diced.
West Point, Miss.
Mr. John R. Shell and Miss Lena P. Walker,
of West Ya.
Mr. Garrett M, Bane and Miss Sarah E. Grubb,
of Shepherdstown, W. Va.
Mr. Nathaniel Warfield and Miss Mary E. M.
Mitchell, of West Ya.
Mr. John W. Johnson and Miss Jennie Ruth
erford, of West Ya.
General Gordon leaves his splendid team in
the stable, and prefers a sociable ride behind the
iron-horse that pulls up at the foot of the hill
his residence crowns. More frequently still, his
near neighbor, General Colquitt, comes in and
seats himself beside a friend, his mild face and
kindly intelligent eye lighting up as he con
verses dispassionately upon the political news
and tendencies of the day.
Almost daily we observe a dark, negligently
dressed man enter and seat himself nonchalantly
with a careless nod here and there to his numer
ous acquaintances. At first glance, the features
are heavy, the mouth sensual, the eyes lack lustre;
but watch him when he begins to converse,
especially when the potent subject of politics is
touched, and you will see a magical transforma
tion. The eye kindles, the face glows, the lips
are mobile and full of changeful expression; the
gestures energetic, impressive; face and manner
betray the orator. You say “ this is no common
man; either he has already made his mark or
he will do so.” “Who is he?” we asked of our
Mr. Ralph Hemingray to Miss Jennie Mat
thews, of Covington, Ky.
Mr. E. P. Wilson and Miss Ada Baker, of
Pewee Valley, Ky.
Mr. James H. Cragg and Miss Annie Parmele,
of Louisville, Ky.
Mr. F. T. Slevin, of Louisville, and Miss
Mamie Spalding, of Lebanon, Ky.
Mr. N. H. Putnam, and Miss Nannie E. Spald
ing, of Lebanon, Ky.
Mr. Allen Hannah and Miss Hannah Allen,
of Bland county, Va.
Mr. Horace E. Naile and Miss Naomi Dobbins,
of Salisbury, N. C.
Mr. John T. Bush and Miss Mary C. Stewart,
of Greene county, Ga.
Mr. W. Reard, of Florence, S. C., and Miss
Willie Moore, of Greene county, Ga.
Mr. Alexander Ragan- and Miss Mattie Ed
wards, of Newton county, Ga.
Mr. James N. Henderson, of Rockdale county,
to Miss Mary S. Hays, of Newton county, Ga.
Mr. S. K. Johnson, of Clarke county, and Miss
Maggie Lee Wilson, of Jefferson, Ga.
Mr. Frank Smith and Miss A. E. Haralson, of
Newton county, Miss.
Mr. W. T. Parks, of Newton, and Miss Mollie
Smythe, of Scott county, Miss.
Mr. John Bray and Miss A. E. Daniel, of Craw
ford, Oglothorpe county, Ga.
Dr. R. A. Gowan and Miss Martha A. Adams,
of Morgan county, Ga.
Mr. J. H. Dorsay and Miss Sallie Campbell, of
Athens, Ga.
Mr. Wm. Herndon, of Chattahoochee county,
and Miss Josephine L. Brooks, Hamilton, Ga.
“Coal Oil Johnny,” who became wealthy in
the petroleum excitement, and subsequently
spent his money in reckless extravagance, is
working as a railroad hand in Iowa. Charles H.
Harris, who had a somewhat similar experience
in sudden and brief affluence, has made a living
cf late in Chicago writing dialect humor as “Carl
Pretzel.”
The Jews of Jerusalem have met with a seri
ous loss in the death ot Rabbi Eleazur, son of
Rabbi Jacob Saul Elisha. This young rabbi, only
twenty-seven years old, had not only a high place
in the synagogue, but was a noted Turkish
scholar and the interpreter in the Jerusalem
court. He had from the Turkish Government
the title of “Effendi.”
A model for the statue of William Penn has
been adopted by the historical society of Phila
delphia. It represents Penn in full vigor and
manhood, with proper physical proportions.
The face is from an original painting presented
to the society by Granville Penn, the grandson
of William Penn, and the figure corresponds
with Dixon’s description.
Major J. C. Winder, of Raleigh, N. C., has
been elected Superintendent of the Raleigh and
Gaston Railroad, and Captain A. B. Andrews,
whom he succeeds, becomes Superintendent of
the North Carolina Division of the Richmond
and Danville Railroad. Both these gentlemen
are of acknowledged ability in their line, and
will doubtless give satisfaction in their spheres
of operation.