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6 [For The Sunn; South.] WHY THE ROSE IS RED. BY H. E. SHIPLEY. 'Tis said that in Eden, as passing along ’Mid the shimmer and sheen of odorous bowers. In silvery trebles a fragment of song Just parting her lips as she sang to the flowers. Fair Eve paused a moment. Her soft eye of blue, As pure in its depths as the heavens above, Caught the gleam of a rose a-sparkle with dew, As it breathed its fragrant petition for love. On* instant she bent over its perfumed show. •• Shall I pluck thee, she cried, “to twine in my hair? Nay, bloom on—’tis a pledge from the angels, I know; By this kiss I accept the love-token so rare.” Then the rose, blushing red with pride and delight, Enthused from center to velvety tips. Ever since has retained the color 60 bright Which it caught at the touch of her beautiful lips. becoming manner. Giving up her own efforts | the others were two lying side by side that were at last as futile, she went to Eloise's room, and j exactly alike. He picked one of them up and when admitted, began: “ Miss Dale, where are all those elegant jewels you used to wear?” ■Really, Miss Craig, I do not think it con cerns you,” replied Eloise. Finding she had begun in the frrong way, she said: “I beg pardon; but I did so want to look well ! to-night. There is going to be quite a lion there, and I want to capture him if I can. Now, I , haven’t anything in the way of jewelry that pleases my taste this evening, and you used to turned it around. “It looks just as if her sweet fingers had made it. This was always her favorite design for ar ranging flowers. Fink rosebuds, star-jessamine j and geranium! how it brings those olden days back again, and how strangely near I feel to her this evening. Oh, Eloise, my darling ! am I indeed about to find yon at last,” he said softly, but he was overheard for all that. Eloise had gone for more flowers, and return ing again, her light footsteps made no noise on the grassy walk. So, coming up to the door j wear such superbly beautiful sets. If you have : behind him, she saw him standing with her bon nnf snlrl rln talfP nitr nn rnp (inti lnml hip mipf in liiu Uonil foonemi /a Vtirr not sold them, do take pity on me and lend me some of them.” Eloise was silent for a moment, and then, be cause she was too kind-hearted to refuse, un locked her trunk and brought out her jewel-case. There was a look of greed in Margaret Craig’s eyes as she saw the glittering of the costly gems, diamonds, rubies, emeralds and amethysts. Elo- quet in his hand. She did not recognize him at first, but she caught the words as they floated out, and was by his side with her hand on his shoulder before he discovered her presence. He turned around, and with a cry of joyful sur prise, clasped her in his arms: “Oh, my darling ! Havel found you? I have searched all these weary months for you. How ise looked on with an amused smile as she saw ! could you conceal your hiding-place from me?” [For The Sunny South.] THE CORAL NECKLACE. BY BEKTHA MAY. the longing look with which she tried on first a necklace, then bracelets and brooches. “ I will lend you any set there except the dia monds or this set of coral.” Now, the coral was the very thing Margaret Craig had set her heart upon, for it was a won- I der of artistic beauty—a necklace of pale pink Good Mrs. Markham was sitting by her win- j coral, carved in the most delicate tracery in “I have spent the months of our engagement dow, one pleasant September day, with an open ! beautiful rosebuds frosted with dew formed by j in hunting you up, and now I am going to letter in her lap, which she had just been read- i tiny diamonds. In the centre of the necklace j marry you right away—to-night. Don't look so ing. The tears were in her eyes, but looked : was a small rose, and on the underside of that j startled, and don’t say no, for I won’t hear it; sadly out of place on her broad, good-humored j there was a place for a picture, in which recep- | and then I will do all the courting afterwards,” face. i tacle there was the likeness of that very identical j he said laughingly. “Bless her pretty heart,” she was saying to ! “lion ” who was to appear at the entertainment ; “To-night? Oh, Frank!” was all Eloise could I had written and received no answer. I thought my change of fortune had changed you, too, as *it had altered so many. Forgive me, Frank ! I had some bitter experiences, though I have been fortunate in finding two noble friends.” “I am going to have my own way,” he replied. herself; “wants to come and help me with the ! that evening, though Miss Craig was in blissful fall and winter work, does she?” and a smile ■ ignorance of this. Eloise had had her dream of passed over her features. “The little rosebud love, and though at times she was almost forced doesn’t know that fall and winter are the farm- 1 to think her lover had forgotten her, yet she could j then what a surprise for the company! Good-by ers’ resting spells; but she shall come though, ; not banish him from her heart. She had met I now for a half-hour, my pet,” he said, kissing and shall have a home, too, as long as I have one Frank Harwood two years before. At that time, I her again and again. “ Do not tell any one but myself. Just to think how things do change in j he was a rising young lawyer, handsome and j Mrs. Markham: let the surprise be complete.” this world! Only this spring she was down talented, but poor, while Eloise could scarcely i How happy Eloise was as she flitted back to here in the village, with all the other city folks, count, her wealth. Thus the months of their 1 the house ! It was some time before she could and seemed tc be the richest of all. My, how ! social intercourse passed, each growing dearer her father did idolize that girl! And now the to the other, though he would not open his old gentleman’s dead, and she a-writing to me i heart to her, little dreaming how she loved him. for a place to help me work !” But one evening, he called to see her, and while Here farmer Markham entered the sitting- there, told her he had come to indulge himself room, and seeing that something troubled his with one more pleasant hour in her society, and wife, walked over to the window where she was that it would necessarily be his last—that he was sitting, and laying his hand gently on hershoul- going away. Eloise uttered an exclamation of child?” der, 6aid: surprise and sorrow—it was so unexpected—and i “Wait until you see him, Auntie, and you will “'What’s gone wrong now, Rachel, my dear? ! turned very pale. But with an efl’ort she recov- | not ask.” What’s in that letter to bring tears to your sun- ered her self-control; not soon enough, though, ! Eloise went to a trunk in which she had her shiny eyes?” * to hide her emotion from her lover. A flood of best dresses packed—dresses that she had worn happiness seemed to sweep over him, and he in her prosperous days—and from among these caught her hands, saying: she selected a heavy white silk and a point lace “Oh, Eloise, Eloise, can it be that, yon really overskirt; also, a quantity of lace and tulle, care? Yon have seen that I love you; tell me, ■ from which she improvised a vail. say. “ Yes. darling. I will go right back to the vil lage now for the license and a minister, and make Mrs. Markham understand that she was to be married that very evening. “ But it’s all so sudden, dear !” “Yes, I know that, Auntie, but we have been separated so long that Frank is not willing to wait, and it is just like him, too.” “ Are you sure he will make a good husband, bid?” This couple were all in all to each other, and, after thirty years of married life, were as tender and thoughtful as in the rosy days of courtship. They only had two living children. One a son, a practicing physician in a distant city, and the darling, is it possible I have any place in your ; “You will have to stay up here, dear, until other a daughter, married and settled down with a family of her own. “What’s troubling me, John?” replied Mrs. Markham. “Why, don’t you remember that pretty Eloise Dale, with eyes like stars and heart?” I the company are all in the parlor, and until Mr. Her blush and smile answered him. ; Harwood comes— and -why, I reckon that’s him They spent one blisssful evening together, : now; he’s got the preacher with him, anyhow.” and then he left her, for he had given his prom- j Mr. Harwood sent up an exquisite bunch of ise to act as traveling companion to his uncle, a tube-roses, cape jessamines and white roses he hair like sunbeams, who was down here in the j wealthy bachelor, who wished to make the tour had been thoughtful enough to procure, spring?” of Europe. They sailed that day. The next Eloise clasped the grand rose diamonds, “Well, now, Rachel, I don’t know how I could packet brought the news that the invalid uncle family heir-looms, hung them in her delicate forget her, with her pretty, winning ways, mak- had died in a foreign city. Frank had nursed j ears, on her neck and arms, and then fastened ing such music about the house as we haven’t him through his long illness, and he had made , the vail and wreath with a diamond spray, had since daughter Lucy went away?” him his sole heir, leaving him nearly a million “Shelooked every inch a queen,” Mrs. Markham “Yes,’’continued she. “You know her mother dollars. said, excited and happy as possible. This, then, was the distinguished personage Frank was waiting for her in the hall below, they were feteing and courting in the circles of and led 1< rdirectl; inlfci the phrlor, srtiere, amid upper-tendom. How like a dream it seemed to the breathless surprise of the company, they Eloise now as she thought of that evening so were made man and wife. To say the guests many months ago. These Memories w ere all were sni’prisrft," ituesFntyT .Teftcribe it.’ When at died when she was a slip of a child, and her father died soon after they left here; and what’s more, he hasn’t left anything to support Eloise. Folks thought he was rolling in riches, but ev erything that is left tbe child is just those tine clothes and the jewelry he was always buying i called up by seeing the pretty necklace, where last they recovered sufficient self-possession, all Vi nr ilrnbciTm linr nn 1 iL-rx o ni etn rn ” Vionrl cnni n lilrt-noca vac f.rnu’flfifl ilVOliml fVlP BinrHAfl TMlir with f*nn frrtl f— her, dressing her up like a picture. “As pretty a picter as we ever clap eyes on, too,” put in Mr. Markham. “And as I was saying,” went on Mrs. M.. “ now she wants to hire herself to help me with the work. She thinks winter time a busy season Craig* 1 ” with us.” “Saying “ Hire !—I say hire !” replied the farmer; “you just write straight away and tell her to coine. But wait a minute—maybe she would be too in dependent to come if she didn't think we needed her. Tell her to come quick as she can conven iently—that we want her very much; and then, when we get her here, we won't let her leave again soon—hey, wife ?” Thus this kind-hearted pair talked and planned over what they considered such good fortune to themselves; and most surely it was good fortune his handsome likeness was hidden. “'Why don’t you answer me, Miss Dale? l’on have such a far-away look you might as well be a hundred miles off.” “Excuse me; what were you saying, Miss Why, I was saying that I had set my heart on wearing the coral, and I wish you would oblige me.” “Not that,” said Eloise. “To my other sets you are welcome, but I do not like to Lnd these,” and she passed her hand lovingly over the rosebuds. She was thinking how Frank always loved to see her wear them, and how greatly he had ad mired the delicate carving; and an hour before he left he had sent her the little picture of him self. and asked her to put it in the rose in her to the orphan girl to have such a refuge to turn ! necklace. So how could she let it go from her hands only for a few hours ? “ I know it is beneath my dignity to beg as I am doing,” replied Miss Craig; “but I did so want to look well in Mr. Harwood's eyes to night. All the girls will be trying to catch crowded around the married pair with congrat ulations. But there were some faces whose smiles were pretty evidently assumed to hide their disappointment and chagrin—Miss Craig especially, who had not yet returned the jewels, was very much discomfited. Mr. and Mrs. Harwood left the next morning for an extended bridal tour; but before their de parture, Miss Craig returned the coral set to the bride, and took occasion, in Frank’s absence from the room, to say to Eloise: “You quite surprised us all,♦ my dear Mrs. Harwood; and now that I think of it, your hus band must have recognized your jewelry by the way he remarked about it last evening, though I thought nothing of it at the time.” For reply, Eloise took the necklace in her hand, touched a spring, and exhibited to her the smiling face of her husband in the heart of the rose. Margaret Craig blushed with mortification at the part she had acted in this little drama. Nothing more reiBstins to be said, only that Mr. Harwood carried out to the letter, in his every-day life, the promise made on the eve of his marriage, “ to do all the courting afterward.” to in her deep trouble. Mrs. Markham wrote the desired letter, and in a week’s time her husband drove over to the vil lage for the young lady. The farmer's wife had her house all in order from cellar to attic, and it was a cleanly, home- him. looking place, with its wide halls, large, airy “ Whom did yon say ?” cried Eloise quickly, rooms and broad piazzas. White curtains were ! “Mr. Frank Harwood, the millionaire. He looped away from the windows, which were open ! came down yesterday, and I have already invi to let in the breeze, for although September, it j ted him over to the little tea-party that Mrs. was still quite warm. Flowers were on the man- . Markham has consented to let me have to-mor- Give them a good education. Teach them to ties and tables, fresh green ferns and grasses in : row evening for my friends that are stopping at cook a nourishing meal. Teach them how to the white fire-place. Mrs. Markham’s pantry ' the hotel. ’ ! wash and iron, darn stockings, sew on buttons, was a wonder to behold. It looked more as if j “ Take the jewels, and welcome, Miss Craig, j to make their own dresses and a decent shirt, she was expecting a real princess than a girl who I shall be very happy to have you wear them.” | Teach to bake bread; and that an orderly and had lost property and friends—for of course: “You are a very contradictory person—one j well-kept kitchen saves many drugs and inedi- friends leave when riches do. Such rows of pies moment making me beg for the jewels, and the | cines. Teach them that a dollar is worth one What to Teach Your Daughters. and custards, such large iced cakes that looked j next making me perfectly welcome to them. But as if lifted from a snow-drift, preserves, jellies j I am much obliged, all the same.” and sweet-meats, and, to crown it all, a monster j “I merely changed my mind,” replied Eloise roasted turkey, brown as a berry, the very looks ! quietly. of which would make one's mouth water. Miss Craig would not have felt so exultant Mrs. Markham viewed the whole with intense ; that night as she stood in the crowded drawing- satisfaction. ; room, decked in the beautiful jewels, if she had “And now,” she said to herself, “I will lay ' known their history, the table, and I think by that time they will be i The evening was about half over, and Mr. here, and won’t Eloise open her eyes at the din- | Harwood was standing listlessly fanning her ner I’ve got for her? It don't look much like a j after a waltz, when he suddenly stopped short, dinner for a girl that’s expecting to work for a , bending down to her, and exclaiming: llvincf fliaf’fl a M ** \Tisa Proirr nruv nvonua mn Vmf ♦ living, that’s a fact. She had just put the finishing touches to the table, when she heard the sound of wheels, and hastened out to welcome to her heart and home the orphan girl. She clasped the slender, black- robed figure to her motherly heart, kissed her, and then held her at arm’s length to look at her. There was not much change in the lovely face crowned with its halo of sunshiny hair. The brown eyes were as star-like as ever, her brow as smooth and white, and her mouth as cherry ripe as in the olden days; but there was a touch of sadness over the sweet face which gave it a look almost holy. Mrs. M. went with her up to the room she had fixed so prettily for her, and then, between smiles and tears, she told Eloise she wanted her to understand at once that she was not to work for her living. “ We are going to pet you and love you as if you were our own child, and all we want you to do is to be happy, make yourself at home, and love us if you can.” I will not try to describe the gratitude of Eloise. Suffice it to say she found in truth a happy home and the kindest and truest of friends in the warm-hearted couple. She had been in the family almost a year, when Miss Margaret Craig, one of her former friends, came to board at the farm for a month or two to Miss Craig, pray excuse me, but that neck lace; may I ask where you procured it? It is so very beautiful,” he added, seeing her blush with embarrassment. She made some indefinite reply, evidently surprised at his excitement, but not bright enough to attribute it to anything except admi ration for the jewels. On his again repeating the question, she did not hesitate to tell him they were a birthday gift from her father. He curbed his curiosity, but did not long remain below, but went up to his own room to think. “I could not be mistaken,” he mused. “Oh, my darling ! has it come to this, that you have had to sell even your jewels? I wish I had in quired where that girl’s father bought this neck lace. I will ask to-morrow. I must find some clue to my lost darling.” He had heard on his return of the death of Mr. Dale and the poverty of Eloise, and had spent the whole of his time since his return in trav eling and searching for her, but hitherto his search had been fruitless. He could hardly wait for the next evening to come, so anxious was he to see and question Miss Craig. The Markham farm was only about one mile from the village hotel. Mr. Harwood concluded to walk over. He started early. He knew that he would be about an hour before the other guests, but he was too impatient to wait After recruit her health and looks after the round of I a brief walk of only a few minutes, he reached city gayeties. Miss Craig was very haughty and very supercilious. She had light hair, gray eyes, and a pale, freckled face, and a very washed-out look beside the piquant beauty of Eloise Dale. This only served to make her more disagreeable, and she scarcely noticed Eloise at all, unless to ask a favor at her hands. One evening, there was to be a soiree at the fashionable hotel in the village, and Miss Craig had determined to look her very best; but she not much of an artist in the toilette, and not harmonize her dress and jewels in a the foot of the long, shady avenue that led up to the farm-house. Finding himself so much be fore time, he determined to have a stroll in the t rove before presenting himself at the house. auntering on, he soon found himself in an old- fashioned flower-garden that extended down from one side of the house. In this, he saw a summer-house covered with vines, and thither he bent his steps. On entering, he found the benches strewn with flowers that were being fashioned into small boquets to place by the plates of the guests at the tea-table. Apart from hundred cents, and that he who saves, pays out less than he receives, and that all who pay out more have to become poor. Teach them that a paid for calico dress fits better than a silk for which they have run in debt Teach them that a round, full face is worth more than fifty consumptive beauties; teach them to wear good, strong shoes. Teach them how to make purchases, and to calculate whether the bill corresponds. Teach them that they only spoil the image of God by tight-lacing. Teaclf'lSem simply sound sense, self-confidence, self-reliance and industry. Teach them that an honest mechanic in shirt sleeves and apron, even without a penny, is worth more than a dozen richly dressed and aristocratic idlers. Teach them to cultivate gardens and wild flowers, the joys of free nature. And if you have the means, teach them music, drawing and all arts, but remember that these are not neces sary. Teach them that taking walks is healthier than rides, and that the wild flowers are very beauti ful to those who look at them attentively. Teach them to despise all mere glitter, and that if one says yes or no he should really mean it. Teach them that happiness in matrimony de pends neither upon outside appearance, nor the purse of the man, but upon his character. Have you taught them all this, and do they understand it? then when their proper time comes, let them marry in good faith, and they will not get along by themselves. Fob Chapped Hands.—For the benefit of those who may suffer from chapped hands we append a receipt which is said to be very beneficial: Take sweet oil, three ounces; spermeaceti, four ounces; and pulverized camphor, one ounce. Mix them together in a clean earthen vessel, by the aid of a gentle heat, and apply it warm to the hands night and iporning. Another very good oitment for chapped hands is made with a little fresh, newly churned butter and honey. Hard Times Plum Pudding.—Quarter of a pound of fine chopped suet, the same of grated bread crumbs, currants, raisins and flour. Add two tablespoonsful of molasses, and half a pint of milk; all of which must be well mixed to gether, and boiled in a mould for three and a half hours. Serve with sauce. [For The Sunny South.] THE CASTLEJiY THE SEA. “ You pray me share your future ? Well, hear this rhyme from me; And if aright you read it. Your prayer shall answer’d be.” In an ancient, lordly castle, A castle by the sea, Dwelt of old a doughty Baron— A mighty man was he. Many warders maim’d his castle, And vassals bent the knee; Many hamlets own’d allegiance To this lord of the sea. When a ship rode into harbor, With costly stall's in bales; When argosies came scattering ltich perfumes on the gales. Or a barque brought priceless jewels From kingdoms far away, And fruits from Southern islands— “ The Baron's wealth,” quoth they. Strange and many were the stories Of this proud noble told— How he’d wou his sumless treasures And cotters of red gold. The rude boors in startled whispers Would say, “ By trick and stealth, From spirits weird and wicked, He had gained his hoards of wealth.” Yet no prince in all the region, No king upon his throne, But had coveted those riches. With many an envious groan. But the Baron's days were number'd, And once at eventide, When the gems of regal sunset Were lavish’d lar and wide, Death laid his hand upon him; And ere his spirit tied, He had call'd his young heir to him— His son, Lord Wintigred; And drawing from his bosom A key of quaintest mould, Inscrib'd with mystic symbols And wrought of antique gold, Quoth he (and Death's stern pallor Grew sterner as he spake)— “My son, this wondrous talisman With awe and rev’reuce take; And as you prize your honor. Your castles and your lands, Ever hold this magic token With pare, unsullied hands. “For once, in long-past ages, The founder of our name Rescued a wizard's only child From a strange fate of shame, And us a gratelul token. The man of potent spell Gave him this mystic key. And bade him guard it well. “ For beneath this ancient castle, Where dwelt • Sigiried tne Bold,’ Was a mighty mine of treasures— Of gems and gleaming gold; No humnu wist the secret. But this key would unlock The dour oi that priceless cavern Within tne ribbed rock. “ And only staunch and true-souled mortals, Whose lo\ at hands were free From every stain of conscious wrong, Might wield the potent key; For as soon as touch unhallow’d Frolan'd it in its clasp, It would crumble from the fingers And vanish from the grasp. “ We have held it thus for centuries— This noble race of ours; (Co you now I yield the talisman, And the secret of its powers.” On a sudden ceas'd the Bar. u— His latest words were said, And setting sunbeams smil’d upon The living and the dead. From the sea-beat, ancient castle, The castle by the sea, Came sounds of wild corousal And shouts of revelry. Three nights in song and wassail wild Were well-nigh worn away,— Three nights the wine had circled round, And now broke forth the day. Then the lusty Baron Wintigred Rose up and hoarsely cried: “ What ho! my gallant comrades— To horse! We’ll straightway ride To the Castle of Torquillau, Where dwells ‘ Usurle the Fair,’— The maid of the foam-white bosom, The maid of amber hair. “ I’ve wood her with long dalliance, My suit is still denied; I will brook no more delaying, But win by force my bride. Her feeble, proud old father Is but a wither’d tree; Her vassalB few, her brothers twain Roam o’er the distant sea.” As bursts the lashing torrent From the storm-cloud s sullen gloom, So the rev’lers from the castle Swept downward like a doom; And foremost of the reckless host. With all the arrow’s speed, The Baron to Torquillau rode, And wrought the dastard deed. As from the shelt’ring wood-rock The blue harebell is torn And swept off by the tempest; * So fair Usurle was borne Away to the frowning castle, The castle by the sea, In the fierce arms of the Baron (A stalwart man was he!) " What ho! my lusty vassals, Make royal feast this e’en, We'll make a right blithe bridal For this fair dame, I ween. Ha! start you not to see her thus? Death’s sleep well-nigh she feigns, And the white swan in its plumage bears Some marks of sanguine stains. She has prick’d her suow-white brow against This dagger at my side, Or the rose’s thorn has pierc'd her cheek. Look up, disdainful bride!” As he stoop'd to raise the flower He hail crush’d within his clasp. The key fell from his bosom,— He caught it in his grasp. His hand had scarcely touch'd it When, like dream at dawn of light. It faded like a vision swift. And vanish’d from his sight. Then flash'd before his startled gaze One scathing lightning stroke. Anil a hideous crash of thunder The groaning castle shook. There stands a lonely castle now, A castle by the sea. And the sad winds moan around it, And gulls float lonesomely; And the moss, like gray old banners, Shakes on the ruin'd walls; And o’er the broken ’scutcheon there, The slimy adder crawls. ’Tis a lonely region round it,— ’Tis haunted ground, they say, And not a neighboring peasant Will near its bound’ries stray; And the seamen say at nightlall A ghastly form will rise From the cavern neath the castle, And miugle plaintive cries With the shrieking of the curlews; And then a flaming light Leaps up and wraps the castle And snrouds it from the sight; And in that sea-beat castle, And on the beetling shore, Lord Wintigred, the Baron bold, Was heard of nevermore. So now you have my legend, dear— And, Harold, can you take The moral and the meaning all, And heed it for my sake ? The key that guards my inmost heart I’ve yielded up to thee; Woe to me if thou could’st wield it With careless hand and freel Take it loyally and hold it Firm and truly love of mine; And all trustful, true devotion Of my fullest heart be thine. RELIGIOUS ITEMS. Cardinal McCloskey has arrived in New York. Some of the colored Baptist students at Raleigh, N. C., are anxious to preach Christ in Africa. General Howard writes that to the Methodists belongs the honor of carrying Christianity to Alaska. In running over our exchanges, we find about three hundred and fifty conversions to Christi anity reported. The Reformed Episcopalians have taken steps to establish a university. It will probably be located in Chicago. The Bible is now printed in no fewer than two hundred and ten languages. In 1854 it was printed in only fifty. The Second Generation.—Fifty-four mission aries of the present force of the American board, are children of missionaries. The American Bible Society has received for its library a copy of the Gospel of Luke in Japanese, printed at Yokohama. Bishop Keener, of the North Ga. Conference, is from New Orleans, and is the youngest Bishop in the Methodist organization South. The Nelson-Palmer correspondence concern ing re-union between Presbyterians North and South is able and interesting. Let it be read. A hymn is a prayer expressed in poetry. If the poetry be absent, the hymn has no body. If i the prayer be absent, the hymn has no soul.— j Rev. Dr. Deems. j Our Baptist leader, Dr. Graves, has invaded j Missouri to lampoon Methodism over the shoul- : ders of Dr. Diltzer, at Carrollton. Lay on, gen- i tlemen, it is none of our fight. General Sherman’s religious views, as express ed to Miss Grundy, in Washington: “I believe * if people will act only half as well as they know how in this world, they will be all right in the : next.” Twenty ’Years’ Gbowth.—It is only about | twenty years since most of the present missions I in China were established, yet now there are ten 1 thousand Christian converts from heathendom 1 there. ! Ladles at Work.—Thirty-two American single ladies are Protestant missionaries in China, j They have been in the mission field from one to twenty-five years, and average five years each in | mission work. Pbepabations to Depose Two Prelates.—The Prussian government is preparing proceedings before the Ecclesiastical Court, against the Arch bishop of Cologne and the Bishop of Treves. The object is to depose them, j Fifty years ago the Ohio Baptist State Conven tion was formed at Zanesville. It is said that all : the delegates sat down at one family table. Now there are in Ohio 575 Baptist churches, with an aggregate of 43,(X>0 members. A converted actress. Mrs. Lowrie, is rivalling Moody and Sankey at Port Jervis. The church is unable to contain the numbers whom she attracts, and her converts are numerous. She exhorts eloquently and sings magnificently. The Methodist Episcopal Church has over one : hundred and forty Christian women engaged daily in spreading Gospel truth in India. The total number of adult baptisms in the different missions in that empire during the last yearwas about 3,000. i “A Ladies’ Catholic Missionary Society” is I being formed for the purpose c>f sending mission aries to the Indians. An appeal is to he made to every Catholic priest to form a parish society. The headquarters of the central society are to be j in Washington.—Southern Catholic. A Political Question.—The Welsh Presbyter- ! ian missionaries in India recently succeeded in converting the heir apparent to the Chieftain of j Cherra, named Borsingh. The Rajah died, and the heathen Khasias say Borsingh is disqualified ; as his successor, being a Christian: he has there- j fore appealed to the Indian government, and the decision is awaited with extreme anxiety. ! The Examiner and Chronicle, (Baptist) speak- i ing of the Baptists and Methodists in New York, i both having started their work about one hun- : dred years ago, asks, “How do they now stand?” The Baptists are sadly, sadly behind. The census for 1870 gives the Baptists in that State 879 church edifices, with 333.080 sittings. It gives the Methodists 1,702 edifices, with 007,098 ! sittings. J Red House Church, in Caswell county, N. C. > organized more than one hundred and twenty 1 years ago, is now in a feeble condition, having preaching only once a month. Its church edifice I is one of the oldest in North Carolina. Lord Cornwallis encamped in it in 1781. It is now i dilapidated, and “the ladies” ask for a little aid 1 to be sent to Mrs. Wm. G. Smith, Milton, Cas well county, N. C. Funeral Reform.—The crusade against ex travagant funerals continues in England. The more prominent English clergymen, at a recent Church Congress, spoke boldly against funeral pomps and in favor of economy. Their effort was to show that simplicity was not shabbiness and that economy of funerals was no dishonor to the dead. Mr. Beresford Hope warmly second- ; ed the resolutions passed, and the Earl of Shrews bury said he had directed in his will that he | should be buried at no great expense—not from i economical motives, but because there were bet ter ways of spending money in behalf of the j church. If reform in this particular is found to | be an urgent necessity in a rich country like i England, how much greater the demand in a j poor country like the South ? Officially Published.—The missionaries at i Constantinople had considerable difficulty with [ the government in regard to the printing and circulation of the scriptures in Turkey. There has been a good deal of diplomatic discussion on | the subject between the American and English ; embassadors, on the one side, and the Grand Vizier on the other. When the Turkish author- : ities found that a refusal to allow the Bible to be ; printed, would create a storm in England, they | sought for some compromise, and have found an 1 amusing one. They give permission to print | the Turkish scriptures, but require that every j copy go out with the direct endorsement of the i department of public instruction on the title j page. So, as Mr. Herrick says, “the result is ■ that the Bible goes out under the paternal pro- ! tection of the Moslem Government.” [For The Sunny South. Auld Lang Syne. I We recently paid a visit to dear old Penfield, a spot embalmed in many other hearts than ours, | by thousands of pleasant and tender recollec tions. The flight of twenty years, while making f great changes in the men and women whom we once met here, has wrought little change in the features of the town. Especially when we en tered upon the old college campns, did every thing seem so like it did long since, that we seemed transported back to the days when we conned lessons beneath its oaks. There are the same.trees, with every one of which some mem ory is associated, the same walks, and— “ The same old bricks are in the walla, The bell swings to and fro. Its music just the same it was Juat twenty years ago.” While wandering amid these scenes, our judg ment yields to the expediency of moving the col lege to a wider sphere of usefulness, yet our heart rebels against the change. L. L. V.