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JOHN H. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor. MRS. MARY E. BRYAN (*) Associate Editor. ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, NOV. 20, 1875. The money must accompany all orders for this paper, and it will be discontinued at the expiration of the time, unless renewed. 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. SPECIAL CLUB HATES. Organize clubs in every community, and get The Sunny South at the reduced rates. Every Southern family must take it this fall and win ter. See our club rates: A Clnb of 4, 6, lO and upwards, 8‘4 50 each' A “ “ 20 and upwards, @2 25 “ For a Club of 5 at 83, an extra ropy wilt he sent one year free. Last week we asked what was the matter. This week the answer comes. The people are forming dubs every where for “The Sunny South.” On received sixty new nearly as many on Monday and Tuesday. We go to press on Wednesday. Send in your clubs. 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.