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I TQUI OF EIROPE-Ho. 34 An Unexpected Arrival—The Madeleine and Notre Dame. Sevres and ita Porce lain Mill. On to Versailles in a Coach and Four—Its Palaces, Park and Prisoners., The Carriages that Princes Hide in and the People Pay for—A Glance at St. Cloud—The Jardin Mabille. Written expressly for The Atlanta Constitution.] I should have mentioned before that ■when I went to a banking office for letters, there was one with a penciled memoranda on its back: “Arrived to-day, at hotel Londres, place du Havre. C. A.” It was my steamer friend whom I had left in Lon don, and did not expect to see in Paris, hut who wasthrice welcome. I proceeded by the shortest known route to the place' du Havre, only to find my friend out prospecting. A note requesting him to come to my room, did not reach him, and I resolved on the second morning to trap him in his own nest. So I swallowed an early cup of cof fee, as a preparation for a brisk walk across town to his hotel. I caught him in the act of pulling on a biled shirt, for he was a man of elegant tastes and luxurious habits. His linguistic troubles at Metz and Sedan— having just come in from the battle-fields— the changes in our London hostelry, and many other things were hastily talked over, and then we went down to breakfast: tea, boiled eggs, mutton chops, cold ham, etc.— an English breakfast in a house patronized by English-speaking people. We good-na turedly disagreed on this important point— each holding fast to his beloved inn, while meeting every morning for the common work. I readily accepted his slate for our first day of joint work, namely, to Ver sailles by coach and four, starting from Notre Dame at ten o’clock. The lateness of the departure gave us time to look into THE MADELEINE. This famous church stands in the center of the place de la Madeleine, into which the boulevards and the rue Royale, not to mention two or three other focalizing streets, pour a constant tide of people. At first the church is a disappointment to those who have been accustomed to asso ciate a tower, or at least a spire, with a re ligions house. If it should suddenly rise before your eyes, I think you would hesi tate between declaring it a public libraiy, a town, ball or the legislative chambers, in guessing its use. The steps that lead up to the,endless portico, the lofty' columns that support the simple roof alike on all sides, readily come to the mind by recall ing the pictures of the Parthenon at Athens. Frieze, cornice and gable beautifully adorn and relieve the extreme simplicity of its graceful proportions; and the whole build ing becomes handsomer the oftener it is seen. Inside there is no Grecian simplici ty. The domed ceilings are magnificently frescoed; the high altar is a blaze of gold en splendor, and on every side pictures, statuary, velvet and costly gilding, greet confused and astonished Protestant eyes. Were it not for the little chapels and the many worshippers and the numerous sym bols of our faith, one wonld not be apt to think that he was in a temple of Him who was born in a manger. We miss the basin •of holy water as we pass out, although a moment of observation discloses a little •old man, near the entrance, who extends a largo wet brush that the good Catholic , touches as he enters, in lien of the custo mary but not always extremely pellucid water. Let us go directly thence to the quays and follow them up until we come to the Pont Notre Dame, that will carry ns over to the lie de la Cite, on which is the grand est ecclesiastical structure of all France. The first stone of Notre Dame was laid in 1163, on the site of two churches that date back of our records. It is much the largest of Parisian churches, and one realizes its immensity when he stands under the sha dows of its gigantic twin towers and tries to comprehend the rich ornamentation of the stupendous facade. Unlike the Made leine, its exterior is excessively ornate, while the interior is plain. But I think it all the grander on that account. The morn ing was not bright, and perhaps the im pressive nave, with its multitude of tall delicate columns, seemed gloomier than it ordinarily does, as we looked down through the immense space to the altar, before which Napoleon and Josephine were crowned by Pius the Seventh, and into whose sacred precincts afterwards came the third Napo leon and another noble woman—our living Empress, Eugenie of Spain. I tried to think that Josephine had walked down the very aisle where we stood, in all the queenliness of her beauty, but I invariably, made a botch of an attempt at such associations. We paid fifty centimes at a little gate under the vaulted roof to see the “curiosi ties.” No church, runs a larger museum so to speak. Here is—if you let them tell it—the holy crown of thorns, a bit of the true cross, and innumerable other things— to appreciate which more faith in fallible men is required than I possess. I tired of the drowsy old beadle’s talk, as he exhibit ed the sacred articles and rich vestments, and gave the remainder of the time to a • stroll through the noble building itself. ' There is no humbug in its walls of stone. At ten we started for VERSAILLES in a novel way—one that grew out of the late war. An English coach, carrying four inside and a dozen or more outside,—just such an institution as English writers have described, or rather mentioned, at least a million times,—was advertised in Qaligna- ni to make the trip by one route, returning by another, so as to include every object -of interest that the traveler could desire, The morning was so fine that we found all the outside seats sold when we applied for places. We declined to go inside until we found we were to he alone—thus having a window each, and a soft seat to hoot It was a grand ride. From the Arch of Triumph we dashed down the magnificent Avenue de 1’Imperatrice into the Bois de Boulogne. The great cascade, the famous raping track of Longehamp, and the best parts of the Park pissed before-oar enchanted eyes'; and so did the chateau of the Paris Roths child and many other fine palaces, until at length are crossed the Seine, skirting St Cloud, and drew rein—a bnnch of them— in front of the government manufactory'of costly porcelain, at J Sevres. ^ | \ The little town is old and quaint enough to be a part of Rouen or some other an cient city in Normandy. It has never been despoiled in all the mercurial changes of government, for it is the pride of all France; even the fiends that swarmed out of the Parisian faubourgs kept their wicked hands off of it. Above and below It asTSf as the eye can reach, along the slopes of the low hills that border the Seine, are pretty villas that stud the carpets of green. Travelers are only admitted to the show-rooms of the famous manufactory, which contain quite enough to satisfy reasonable people. I no ted one vase, valued at 18,000 francs, a sin gle tea plate for 300 francs, and whole sets whose price would stagger an oil Prince. The elegant designs and the exquisite paint ings on china drew out all the exclamations of admiration that onr party was capable of. The language of Shakespeare was in adequate. Many of the best artists are here constantly employed in copying the masterpieces of art npon the frail, delicate and princely porcelain. The few miles that lay between ns and the city that is clustered about the palace of Versailles were soon, too soon, travers ed. We first drove up a magnificent pop lar-shaded avenue to the Trianons, Le Grand and Le Petit. The first was built by the Grand Monarque for Madame de Maintenon; and right where we walked an endless number of Kings and Queens had spent a portion of their lives. Hither came the first Napoleon on his unfrequent visits to Josephine. Wo sat in the chairs he sat in; we touched the tables he touch ed ; we looked at the bed that pillowed the unfortunate Empress, the widowed wife of the country’s dazzling dream. The other trianon is associated with Marie Antoinette, and both of them are encompassed by the sweetest of surroundings-parts of the vast park that stretches away for miles. The State carriages are displayed in a building near by, and we went over to see them. They entirely eclipse even child hood’s cherished recollections of the first circus chariot They present to the eye only the glitter of gold. I forgot to notice whether the tires were solid gold or not Sometimes I think the guide said the grand est one cost two millions francs, and some times I think it was only a paltry million. It cost so much any way that very few per sons have felt like riding in it Napoleon IH. chartered it last to carry to the babtis- mal font the boy who was cut off from the Imperial business so suddenly that he might with good reason exclaim: distant plain. Crossing the river, we drove along the fortifications for a long distance, to get a fuller idea of the ruthless work ; and when the coach let me down under the very shadows of the ruined Tuileries, I was prepared to endorse General Grant’s cham pion epigram : Let us have peace. In truth, though, I was thinking more of din ner than of peace, Grant, or any other man. . fT ' That same evening weyvent to the J*/c- din Mabille. It was the weekly fete night, which is a dodge for charging an increased price of admission. Thousands of gas jets and colored lanterns brought out the won drous beauties of the garden that surrounds the open dancing pavillion. The place was crowded, including not a few English and American travelers, and four of our Ver sailles party, two of whom were American ladies. Everybody goes “just ohCe’’ to see the famous place ; and such a scrambling fore leaving his patient, the old doctor, a close observer and deep thinker, took the husband aside, and “Doyou know what brought this fever on your wife, Mr. Btreeter ? You have worked her nearly to death.” “You are speaking of my wife, not my horse.” “Granted; and I say again, jtou are work ing her to death.” “Reallv, Doctor, such language is unpar donable.” “And yet you will pardon it. And further- mor.e; by your great love for the self-sacrifi cing woman we have just left,I shall perform an operation on your eyes that you may see even as I see.” And then he placed the cold, hard facts before him, from the time she became a bride, beautiful and accomplished, .to the village.up to the date of present illness, in which do? mestlc cares only bad haunted in her feverish dreams. In concluding he added: “I truly believe, if. she takes up her old burdens at once, that before the year has and tiptoeing .to see dancing was'never burdens at once P elsewhere witnessed. The crowds gather passed the grave or . the insane Asylum wlll - • i . t . i <• i ii i l receive ner. in close circles about the dancers,—the best of whom are professional—and as there.are no elevated seats, it is well nigh impossible to see much of it. Mrs. Stowe went there, and had the courage to describe what she saw. Mark Twain overcome his sense of modesty, too, and has left the world a graphic account of what wa3 done right before his eyes. -His description of the wild dances is so vivid that I transcribe it, adding only an endorsement of its essential truthfullness and accuracy: “Shouts, laughter, furious music, a bewildering chaos of darting and intermingling forms, stormy jerking and rustling of gay dresses, bob bing heads, flying arms, lightning flashes of white and striped stocking calves, and dainty- slippers in the air, and then a grand final rush, riot, a terrific hubbub and a wild stampede ! Nothing like it has been seen on earth since trembling .Tam; O’Shanter saw the devil and the witches at their or gies that stormy night in Alloway’s old haunted Kirk 1” If I had seen in my dreams that night the glaring faces of a crazed democracy and gigantic armies of destruction, whirling, in a mad dance to delirious music, amid green trees full of darting flames, and over them there had {fittingly stolen an imposing ca thedral nave, through which rolled the the music of a noble service,—the whole would have been hut a fair dream-land counterfeit of my day’s varied work. F. THE PRESCRIPTION; OR, OUR GRANGER STORY. Dedicated to the Husbands of Farmers' 'Wives. Moore’s Rural New Yorker.] “I wish yon wonld tell James, when he comes in, to turn the cows into the lower lot. And if Turpin calls, tell him I have concluded to take those sheep—I want the merinos. And while 1 am getting ready, please take my memorandum book and note down four harness straps, five pounds of nslls, and a gimlet, half a jockey strap, and—and—yes, I believe that 13 alL I for got them when I made out the items this morning.” , Mrs. Street.* rose wearily, laid her sleeping babe carefully in its prib, and proceeded to record the articles named. She was young —not oyer twenty-five—but the complexion was sadly faded, and faint fines were already marking the white forehead, while the tired eyes told of care, and hinted strongly of an unsatisfied heart _ And this thin-cheeked, pink-lipped woman had been called a beauty only seven years tiful—nothing of the kind; I am not so before! And when she gave her hand to foolish as to fly in the face of the world’s Newton Streeter, she could say what so few “I was so quickly done for, I wonder what 1 was begun for.” And then we drove to lunch, which we found in a hotel just outside the palace gates, and when that had pat us all in good humor we strolled over as we wisted, un fettered by a guide, to the palace itself. Except its immensity, there is nothing in its exterior that is very striking. From the terrace we looked upon the grounds that have been the chief admiration of civiliza tion for a hundred years.and more. I am not going to say that its walls and pyra mids of living green, and its formal plats of grass and water are not surpassingly beau- opinion insect-like; but I will write here that one need not look in the wonderful Park for a display of nature’s handiwork. Art has so trimmed, and shaped, and ar ranged her prodigal gifts that our old ac quaintances are hardly recognizable. How it may be in the depths of the almost in terminable forest I do not know, for I view ed the creation of Louis XIV only from the terrace. There is little use of setting out a-foot in a Park that is nearly as large as Rhode Island. The Assembly were in session in the palace, and all travelers were excluded. We were thus spared the misery of having to inspect its miles and miles of military pictures. In its basement was a sight not set down in the gnide-books—thousands and thousands of Communists, many of them in plain view through the grates. Their faces were not very fine; their acts deserve the world’s execration; but still I could not help wishing they might escape, as I watched their wives, mothers, sisters and sweethearts passing in and out, bring ing the doomed children of revolution and political crimes words of cheer and articles of grosser comfort. A great army, was encamped all about the grounds—certainly not less than fifty thousand troops, in Sibley tents, or “shel ters ”; and their appearance did not leave a favorable impression on my mind. I had seen a regiment march down the Champs Elysces in the morning sun, before the eyes of friends and critics ; I had watched them on guard and in camp, and I am com pelled to think them a slovenly lot, in dress and manner, although their red trousers and caps, and the loose gray overcoats that they wear on duty, be it hot or cold, may have given them a jaunty, picturesque loot, when the world believed them invincible. Perhaps I had fallen too deeply in love with the plain; heat, soldierly dress, that marches under the German colors, to have an unbiased opinion as to the adaptability of French uniforms/ 3 j 3 ’ ’* THE H0EN SOUNDED ALL AB0ABD, and we hid good-bye to soldier and captive, to palace and cottage, taking another road for onr return. I had the good fortune to exchange my inside seat for an outside one, thus better enabling me to observe the im mense damage done by the wicked tread of the armies. Versailles was the headquar- all injury; but as soon as we are ^away from its splendid precints we can read the records of the iron'heel in every mile. The magnificent forests of St. Cloud were hack-, ed down as freely as a backwoodsman dis poses of our western trees that cumber his homestead. And then we como to the town of St. Cloud. I hardly know how large it is. or rather was, but it must have number ed ten or fifteen thousand people. Its walls are there—nothing more. The coach stopped near the palace gates, and we all walked up to the ruins. ■ I do not wonder that it was a favorite residence of both the Bonapartes, situated as it is—or was—on a bluff of the Seine, overlooking the great city, that is spread out like a map on the girls can: “I married my first love.” Judge Streeter, the father, was supposed to be wealthy. But soon after his son’s marriage a financial crisis came, and the thousands dwindled into hundreds. It was false pride, perhaps, but the young man shrank from a position under those who had once looked up to him. And his thoughts turned wistfully toward the Western prairies. He expected objections from his young and accomplished wife. But she saw with his eyes, and was not only willing, but eager to go and help him make a home that should be all their own. The purchasing of a prairie team, some farming implements, and the ex pense of building a small honse, exhausted his capital—and the young couple began their married life as many others had done who had not been blessed with their advantages. The small dwelling contained bat three sleep ing aDartments, and this fact, added to their uncertain income, induced Mrs. Streeter to take npon herself the entire care of the household. fFtfJT! Two children had cothe in the seven years to nestle in her bosom. But one, a fairy child of three summers, had slid away from them, and was now sleeping beneath the flow ers of the prairie; and the tried wife had sighed as she looked on the cold, folded hands. “She will never toil as I have done; but, ob, I wanted her so much,” the lonely mother sobbed forth. Mr. Streeter was now considered a wealthy farmer. His acres had broadened and his stock increased Physically and mentally strong, and with a gentle, loving wife ever studying his tastes and wishes, why should he wear out fast? But of her? Naturally frail, she had been like a willow, bending beneath a burden vol untarily taken up. With the exception of an efficient gtrl for a few weeks when little Mary died, she had performed all the labor required in the house since she became its mistress. Newton Streeter took the memorandum, glanced hastily at the neatly written items, and then he stepped into the light buggy anc. drove away. But no longer might she linger, for the sponge wus wailiog iu the kitchen to be Kneaded, and the baby’s naps were like augel’s visits And before the task was well over bis bugle note sounded to arms, and the fret ful child was taken up and caressed and soothed to quietness. She was conscious of a strange dizziness. When she arose from a stooping position her head was aching miserably and her eyes seemed burning. What was coming over “receive her. The strong man shuddered.^--' M; "‘.l? 1 “As heav*u is my witnese, sir, I have only permitted, not exacted: this sacrifice. She voluntarily took her place by my side, and has uncomplainingly kept step with me.” “No, she has not kept step, to follow your own figure. Unable to keep up with your long, rapid strides, she has fallen, faint and footsore, by the way. I tell you, she must have rest for both mind and body, or I will not answer for the result. And it would be better if found away from home.” “Yes, I begin to comprehend; and it can be found away. And,” offering his hand, “I will take care, doctor, that you do not get a chance to administer another sack dose to me.” Mr. Streeter, went back to the room where his wife was sitting, propped up by pillows, and a gush of unutterable tenderness swelled in his heart as he-glanced at her pale face and almost transparent hands. He sat down be side her and said softlyt T *! sl y{ “You don’t know how glad I am that yon are better.” “Thank you. Yes, I am almost well now —shall soon be able to be in the kitchen. I am sure I must be sadly needed there by this time.’^aVoJi j«utnaja; im&isat “No, you are not needed there. By the way, would you like to have me put the farm to rent this summer, and you take the boy. and go back to the old granite hills.” “Oh could you? May I. go?” and the voice quivered with excitement; then wist fully, “but the expense, Newton. *It would put us back so much.” “Yes, there it is; the old doctor was right,” he thought. And then aloud: “Do you know what I went to the city for the day you were ill?” “To deposit some money for more land, I think you said,” she replied, wearily. “Yes; but I do not need that land. I have far more than I can cultivate now. And you shall have that money—or, at least, all that you want of it—and go home and stay all summer, and try to get some of your bloom back. I shall write to-day that you are com ing.” Mrs. Streeter could hardly believe it was not one of her feverish dreams. But it all came about in good time, and he arrived safely at home, where she was petted and caressed to her heart’s content. “You are all trying to spoil me,” she w>'uld expostulate; “I shall never be fit for a eris wife any more.” And thus, among loving friends, >W walking, and when at home reading, lxiusn: and writing long letters to her husband, the summer passed swiftly away. And now he had written that he was com ing, and she was counting the days that mnst elapse ere she could look back upon his face, and be clasped to his heart. She was eager to go now. Her-holiday was over. Health' had returned, and not an instant did she shrink from the old fife. And when the husband came and saw the wonder one summer had wrought, he again told himself that the good old doctor was Tight. A few days - were given to the old friends, and then they turned their faces toward their Western home. It was evening when they arrived, and the wife looked with bewilderment on the change. A handsome front had been added to the old dwelling; and before she had time to question she was ushered into a parlor newly furnished and already lighted. An elegant piano stood in a recess evidently constructed for its reception. She turned toward her husband to assure herself that he, too, had not changed into something or somebody else. But the merry twinkle in his eye told herthathe was enjoy ing her surprise, and slowly she began to realize the whole situation. Yes, now she understood his strange reluctance to mention what he was doing, and his willingness to have her remain, even after she had ex pressed her anxiety to return. “Come, I have more to show you,” and he showed her into a large, commodious room, furnished for her own sleeping apartment, even to her baby’s crib. “This is for you. And now lay aside your dusty garments and prepare for tea. It must have been ready an hour ago. I will go and see.” When he returned he found his wife sit ting in her little rocker and weeping silently. ‘HFTowd T whom 1 wrichoil tn ters of the Kaiser, who protected it from ?. er ,^. ®^e lri r u ® t ,^. e A^- n< ?» 8 ^ e n0 as we are awav tujgfor that 1 And then her thoughts drifted away to the dear old home of childhood; and she asked herself, for the first time, if she bad done wisely to leave it for this life of toil and care ? It was a dangerous question for a wife- inother, and she clasped her child more closely to suppress in her heart the disloyal answer. When Mr. Streeter returned, exultant over the dollars he had deposited in the bank, be found no supper prepared, and his wife help less upon the bed, with cheeks flushed with fever, and the wailing child distracting her with demands for care. A physician and nurse were soon sum moned from the city, and the weary wife en ]oved the luxury of being ilL But convalescence soon followed; and be- Have I wounded where 1 wished to heal?’ he asked, reproachfully. “Forgive me," she said, smiling; “I am a goose, but- a tired-wing one, you know. And I am so happy to be at home in such a home, that I have no words in which to tell my happiness.” He stooped to kis3 the offered ligs. And thus the new life began. And what a differ ent fife it was—busy, not burdened. Time for the wants of the mind as well as thebody. Good help in the kitchen all the time, and choice reading for any leisure hour. The farm wa3 an unfailing source of in come, fully defraying all expenses each year and showing a balance in favor. 11 • “Been improving, I see,” said Dr. Meeker, as he reined his light carriage to the neat fence. Yes, doctor. Come In. I want to show you all the improvements. Here, Mary, the doctor wants to see you.” And as she came to greet him, rosy with health and happiness, he nodded his head at her husband. “Yes, that will do," and then jf lancing at the open piano, “I am goiDg to day j ust long enough to hear one tune played Will you favor me ?’, And with the old gal lantry, fitted so awkwardly to his brusque manners, he led her to the instrument, and stood hat in hand while she played. “There, thank you, I have cut off mv own supplies. No more fees forme here, I see. Just my luck. I never did know enough to make my bread and butter. Good-bye, Mr. Streeter.” And again nodding to the husband, he trot ted oat to his vehicle and went on his way, his cheery voice humming to his horse, per haps the tune he had just heard. Grange News- Measures are being taken to organize granges among the gardeners and fruit-grow ers in and around New Orleans. At a recent harvest feast of Grangers in Van Buren County, Iowa, there were over sixteen hundred teams in procession. More than half the acreage in Illinois is Corn. The Chicago Tribune indicates from one-half to two-thirds an average crop this year. The Shreveport (La.) Telegram says : The immigration movement goes hand in hand with the Patrons of Husbandry. Both are needed to regenerate Louisiana and the South. We look for a strong onward movement by the industrial army of the State in less than twelvemonths., And the landholders will wake up to their true interests and work with them. Let us be patient with the landhold ers. They are wheeling into line daily, and will do their duty better by. Qr than it has been supposed they would do. The Bedford, Iowa, Southwest, says: We take no small degree of delight in calling the attention of onr readers to the workings of this' order. - The State of Iowa iB the banner State for Patrons—being first and foremost in numbers, and especially so in good works In no State in the Union can a more law- abiding, thinking, reading class of laboring men and women be found than in the State of Iowa. In no State in the Union are the laboring classes more oppressed by monied monopolies and unjust taxation than in this 8tate, and no people hold stronger to all the biding faith of righting their wrongs by honorable and fair means. Take Illinois, as an instance, and note the fact of her being far superior to this State in wealth and able to cope with railroad companies in her legis latures, and mark the difference between her citizens and ours. In numerous cases they have raised up in mob force against their op pressors—destroyed property and violated the laws, that their rights might he respected. In Iowa not a single esse has occurred, but a firm determination on the part df the farmers and laborers to right their wrongs by acting judiciously, and at the same time independently, is apparent. Thus it is plainly to be seen that wherever the'Order is most prominent, there the labor ing classes have the most self reliance. There can be but little doubt that, had it not been for the benign influence of the Order, the State of Iowa would also have been the scene of nu merous cases of mob law, personal violence and bloodshed. With an honesty of purpose the farmers are at work, laymg aside old per sonal feuds, party animosities and joining in the noble work of making labor respected, educating the masses,and seeking the general welfare of our country. The work will be well and nobly done! Alabama News, Montgomery Advertiser: The bottom ol the yellow fever panic has been completely reached, and yesterday everything was much more cheerful. Many wagons from the country were on the streets, and people were coming and going as usnal. In the entire city less than Six cases are now reported as under treatment, and only one, Mr. Larkins, is at ail dangerous. The panic has carried away from Montgomery an immense amount of money, but we hope it will soon find its way back. Talladega Reporter: The Coiambus and Opelika papers speak flatteringly of thenroS' pectsof the Memphis and Savannah Rail road. They talk of finishing the bridge over ’ be Tallapoosa in three weeks, and being able to extend the road to Adkins Gap in a very short time, with prospects of moving right on to Corinth. This all looks very pretty. On the other hand we hesr it stated that Brown, Lancaster & Co., the leading bankers who were backing the road with capital.have gone by the board; that they were unable to sell or dispose of any of the endorsed or guaranteed bonds of the road. In short,that the road will be left without funds to enable it to move on. Mobile Register: At 6 o’clock yesterday morning Mr. Vincent Henry, aged fifty-five years, a well known creole of this city, took one ounce and a half of laudanum, and died from its effects at 3 1-3 o’clock yesterday evening. On Saturday last he sent for his sister, gave her some private papers, and told her that he intended to take his own Ufa A short time after he had taken the deadly dose, Mr. Daniel Petty and Mr. Charles Cnastang arrived at the bouse, and upon their suggestion that a doctor should be immediately sent for, he told them that it was useless, as he had taken almost the entire contents of a two-ounce vial of laudanum. To their inquiries concerning the cause of the rash act, he made no response whatever. Mr. Henry was engaged in the grocery busi ness at the Northwest comer of Dauphin and Warren streets for many years, and was always respected as a quiet law-abiding citi zen of an unblemished character. Some eighteen months since his wife died, leaving him a family of seven or eight young chil dren to provide for. Mobile Register: A certain steamboat agent of this city was in Montgomery a short time since, and upon hearing the announce- ment'of the existence of yellow fever in the latter city, he at onceresolved to come home. Perfectly unconscious of any impediment, he got on the boat, and was congratulating him self upon his escape from tbe infected city, and his early return to his family and friends. Upon arriving here, he was thunder-struck at the unconsoling announcement of the impossibility of any one from Mont gomery being allowed to land here. Upon the promise of several friends not to tell his wife anything about his arrival, or rather his non-arrival, he made a virtue of necessity, and perfectly contented took the first boat for Montgamery. On his upward trip he assured several of his friends that the was glad of his opportunity to remain in his remunerative position in Montgomery. As soon as the boat made her landing at the capital city, he seized his' valise, walked briskly to the gangway, when lo I a police man told him that no one from Mobile could land at Montgomery. His ejaculation, and the contortions of his features, can better be imagined than described. He is unable to comprehend the necessity for such foolish- Hess, and declares most emphatically that he Will visit neither Mobile nor Montgomery for sometime. In this assertion, we fully concur with our friend. When last heard from he was still on the boat coming this way, blit in all probability he is now roaming through the country, Uke the Wandering Jew. little remarkable that the tendency to fa cilitate matrimony is gaining strength. We have got marriage made easy. It is no longer necessity to make an audible and solemn pledge before a priest or justice of the peace. Bands and ring are dispensed with. It is only necessary for a man and woman to live together as man and wife to be legally considered as such, and, as such, have a place in the best society. The fact car ries the pledge and all its solemn implies^ Hods with it. Now, if the decision of the Brooklyn Judge is sound, verbal courtship is abolished, promises are dispensed with, and it is only necessary for an unmarried man to look softly on an unmarried woman, and gently press her hand and sweetly kiss her willing lips, and the whole thing is settled. .This condenses the thing awfully. It puts the whole business—poetry and sentiment and moonbeams and love-sick rhyme* in sll kinds of metrer-into a nutshell. Now, we do not specially object to this con centration of wooing into a single shqrt and decisive passage. Concentration is the mani fest tendency and hecessity of modem life. We do everything on a rush. We cannot 'afford to spend much time, on' anything. Courtships, like credits, must be short. But it does make kissing a terribly perilous busi ness. And kissing is rather a sweet, nice thing. Human beings take to it pretty naturally. It is the universal language of kindness and good feeling; of friendship as well as affection. But what unmarried person will dare to Mss another, if the touch, of the lips is to be construed into a legally binding promise of. marriage? We protest against the decision on behalf of' the many excellent un married men and women who enjoy kissing and being kissed, and don’t want to be com pelled to confine their expressions of exquis itely fine sentiments to those who are mar ried. A little tender consideration of the young people, whose lips are getting into a kisaable condition,should have restrained our Judge,-.who evidently was never a boy him self, or has forgotten all the sweetness and romance of that interesting period. Georgia Railroad. Banlc Interest on Deposits. Pays We are much pleased to learn that this sterling old bank has concluded to afford the public a safe place to deposit their money, and at the same time get interest. This bank has some $6,000,000 of properly to back it, which, of course, is perfect security. Reading Notices. You who lead sedentary fives—Printers, Tailors, Shoemakers, etc—will find a great relief lor the constipation from which you so often suffer by taking Simtqons’ Liver Regu lator. 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For sale by Collier & Yew able, T. Bchbtjkann and Henry C. Pope, aprl5-d2taw&wly. Atlanta, Ga. Perils of tbe Ups. From the Daily Graphic.! The recent decision of a Brooklyn Judge makes kissing a perilous business for un married people. It does not affect those who are wedded. They can smack each other to their hearts’ content, provided they can find parties who eDjoy that kind of exercise. But not so with the unfortunates who happen to be unmarried. In this particular case there is no proof that the gentleman made any profession of love; he merely looked tenderly at the lady and squeezed her hand. It was not shown that he had made a ver bal agreement to marry the lady, but he had kissed her; and the kiss, in conjunction with the aforesaid tender look and affec tionate hand-Bhake, was adjudged legally equivalent to a promise of matrimony, and the unwilling man was mulcted in the sum of $15,000. , . v , _ The old proverb says that actions speak louder than words. 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