The sunny South. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1875-1907, May 29, 1875, Image 4

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,JOHX II. SEALS, - Kititor and Proprietor. ATLANTA. GA.. SATURDAY, MAY 29, 1875. AUTHORIZED AGENTS. Special attention is invited to this list. None but these are authorized to receive subscriptions as agents for this paper, and all other certificates of agencies heretofore issued from this office are hereby countermanded: TRAVELING AGENTS. Gen. A.C. Garlington, T. C. Broughall, Geo. H. Hancock, J. D. Carter, H. H. Park, William Waties, Rev. W. A. Florence, J. R. Jordan, S. G. Johnson, G. W. Claytor, F. Louis Marshall, Rev. J. T. Payne, Rev. W. P. Pledger, E. L. Jennings, B. F. White. LOCAL AGENTS. J. B. Reese, Eatonton, Georgia. R. V. Forrester, Quitman, Georgia. J. T. Neal, Thomson, Georgia. E. V. Branham, Covington, Georgia. Dr. T. S. Powell, Cuthbert, Georgia. A. J. Haygood, Conyers, Georgia. William A. Johnson, Thomaston, Georgia. Nattie Seals, Americus, Georgia. C. L. Mize, Dawson, Georgia. Robt. T. Barksdale, Warrenton, Georgia. Anthony Sale, Washington, Georgia. W. T. Jones, Putnam County,* Georgia. Rev. R. H. Jones, Cartersville, Georgia. Geo. G. Johnson, Louisville, Georgia. Isaac W. Ensign, Forsyth, Georgia. Miss Rosa Jessup, Oglethorpe, Georgia. Miss Sallie Hays, Butler, Georgia. Mi6s Lou C. Cassells, The Rock, Georgia. Miss Hennie Jessup, Cochran, Georgia. Mrs. Ann G. Varner, Byron, Georgia. Mrs. Millie Culpepper, Tennille, Georgia. Miss Maggie Heath, Petersburg, Virginia. R. G. Agee, Richmond, Virginia. Thomas P. Slider, Newberry, South Carolina. Prof. Alex. Hogg, Auburn, Alabama. E. S. Upton, New Orleans, Louisiana. Rev. J. T. S. Park, Linden, Texas. W. H. Brown, Washington, Texas. Charles S. Jones, Weatherford, Texas. H. C. Fulcher, Cusseta, Texas. GET UP CLUBS. Any honest person is authorized to form a club in his or her community, and an extra copy will be sent to the one forming it. Five copies at $2.50 will secure the extra WILL SUBSCRIBERS PLEASE READ I We find it exceedingly difficult to get our readers to understand that this paper is issued only on every other Saturday. Please make a note of this. It will be issued weekly just so soon as we have fully arranged our engrav ing or art department. Such an enterprise as this in the South finds countless difficulties to contend with, and they must be overcome gradually. Have patience with us. We are determined to make a complete and perma nent triumph over every obstacle. So far, our success is unparaleled in the history of Southern journalism, and it will be greater in the future. The great Southern heart is in full sympathy with the enterprise, and it is bound to succeed. Though published every other week, each subscriber will receive the same number of copies for so much money. Yearly subscribers will receive fifty numbers, and six months’ patrons twenty-five numbers. The only difference is they will be a little longer in getting them— or in other words, it will only require us a longer time to fill our contract with each patron. Fifty numbers make a complete volume. See the num ber of each issue at the right-hand corner of the heading, and if you miss any, we will try to supply them. copy. Unprecedented Success! 100,000 {READERS!} 100,000 OUR PORTRAITS AM) BIOGRA PHIES IX BOOK FORM! BRILLIANT NEW STORIES! The following brilliant new stories, by some of the moBt popular writers of the age, will soon commence in these columns; and besides these, we have on hand a great many short stories, which will appear in turn: JS&- THE DirOliCEB WIFE; 'K-x — OR, A Woman’s Devotion. BY MRS. MARY E. BRYAN. FLAT BOAT, RIVER AND RIFLE; —OB, Collie Carson’s Lovers. BY M. QUAD, OF THE MICHIGAN PRESS. B ELLER IVE. BY NETTIE NEAX. Heart of Marble and Xerves of Steel. BY RUTH FAIRFAX. BEARIXG AXOTHER’S BI RDEX; OR, The Husband’s Voir. The SOB BY GAMIX; OB, Story of a Xeir York Xews Boy. IIOIV IT CAME TO PASS. Secure the opening chapters, as it is impossible for us to supply back numbers. Mrs. L. R. Messenger.—We are glad to know tliat this excellent lady and brilliant Southern poetess sold in this city a goodly number of her beautiful volume entitled “Threads of Fate.” A fresh installment has just been received, and copies may be had of Phillips & Crew, J. W. Burke A Co., or at this office. “Has The Sunny South (lone Up J”—The delay last week, caused by our paper manufac turers getting behind with our orders, brought countless letters and cards of inquiries to this office, and many of them asked the above ques tion. We now answer it in the affirmative by saying yes, The Sunny South has indeed “gone up,” but not in a burst or explosion as -the in quiry contemplated, but literally and emphati cally gone up, in the plain meaning of the term. It has gone up to the very front rank in Ameri can journalism and the very highest notch in the affections of the Southern people. It has gone up in style and literary merit; in beauty and mechanical excellence; in wealth and stability; and if there is a single envious soul in all the land who would like to hear of its collapse and failure, we are prepared to assure him that he will not be gratified. It has already passed suc cessfully through the narrows without hurt from Scylla or Charybdis, and is now out on an open sea, with plenty of sail and the most propitious breezes. Thanks to our glorious Southern peo ple—their good words, enthusiastic apprecia tion and liberal support have long since re moved all fears, if any ever existed, as to the future of the enterprise. Delays may’ sometimes occur with everything earthly, but The Sunny South will not fail to shed its lustrous beams in the hearts and homes of our people. Our paper- men were alone responsible for the delay in sending out the last issue, and we have consulted eminent counsel about bringing suit against them for damages. That Conundrum and Bonnet.—Answers to Dr. Low’s egg conundrum continue to come to this office from all directions, and the Doctor is completely trumped. He had no idea that there was a woman in the land who could answer it, as he had never heard a man do it, and his as tonishment at the smart and sensible solutions that have come to hand may be more easily im agined than described. He only expresses him self in such forcible exclamations as“Umph!” “Well, well!” “Bless my life !” “To be sure!” “ My goodness !” “Did you ever !” Many correct answers have come in since our last, and we are of course at a greater loss than ever to decide the vexed question One sweet little girl from Augusta thinks all who answered correctly should have a bonnet; but a most excel lent and sensible lady thus writes from Macon: “In regard to the conundrum, I don’t think we ought to expect the gentleman to give us all a bonnet. That is more than he bargained for; and he could hardly afford it these hard times, unless he happens to have a plenty of money, and some to spare to those who have hardly earned it. At the same time, I don’t think it would be fair to let the decision rest upon the solution of another conundrum, for tuk> reasons. One is, all that was required has been done, and it would not be right or fair to place it upon any other contingency; therefore, it _ would be unsatisfactory. The other is—very probably, more answers than one would again be received, and then he would be placed in a second dilem ma; and though all might again have an equal chance, those who failed would consider that they had failed to get what was justly their due. “Feelingthat I have a right to express an opin ion, I would say that—as none of us would care to have a chip of that bonnet—I think it would be the best plan (if the bonnet has been pur chased, any milliner, I think, under the circum stances, would be willing to take it back) to take whatever amount the bonnet would cost and purchase a book for each one, of his own selec tion, or a small chromo mounted, but not framed, which could easily be sent by mail, and which could be kept, not fbr its value, but as a memento of the little feat by which it was ob tained. “ I would probably stand as good a chance to solve or answer another conundrum as the rest, and will willingly do so whenever he chooses to propound it, without any expectation of further , remuneration. I think it very probable that the • majority of the ladies who sent correct answers will agree with me in the disposition I propose Mrs. Abraham Lincoln Insane.—No one who lias a heart can but feel sad at the announcement that the widow of the late assassinated President has been adjudged insane and confined in a hos pital at Batavia, jn Illinois. The case is a pecu liar one. and must touch a sympathetic chord in every bosom. Kings have often been assassin ated, but their consorts have survived the catas trophes, with no permanent injury to their men tal organism—for the reason, perhaps, that such tragedies are always anticipated, for “ uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.” But in the case of Mrs. Lincoln, it was different. No Pres ident before him had ever been harmed or threat ened with the assassin's blade; and though he reigned in perilous times, the dark days were just giving way to the dawnings of peace and national tranquillity. It was a time of rejoicing, and if her mind had ever been disturbed by apprehensions of evil to her kind and amiable lord, those feelings had been dissipated by the general and universal rejoicing throughout the victorious North. We have no doubt it was a happy pair. So far as the public ever knew, she was a faithful, mod est and dutiful wife, while his exhaustless humor and imperturbable spirit made him, doubtless, a most companionable husband; and their hap piness at that fatal moment must have been su preme. They were the central figures of the nation, and millions of enthusiastic admirers were read3' to bow down and glorify them. All the happiness ever experienced by any human creature must have thrilled the bosom of Mrs. Lincoln on that brilliant but fatal evening. She could but feel a new admiration for her honored Abraham, who was then the idol of the North, while visions of joys unutterable frescoed the future with gorgeous beauty. But the ways of Providence are past finding out, and “he who standeth should take heed lest he fall.” Under such circumstances, the shock could not be otherwise than fatal. The blow that sent death to the heart of her husband inflicted also a mortal wound in her own mental being. From that night she began to hear strange noises in the walls, and became the victim, in imagination, of direful plots and schemes of poisoning. All her dreams were haunted by horrid ghosts reeking with blood, and the gut tural groans of a dying husband were ever sounding in her ears. Sound and refreshing sleep never again, perhaps, visited her, but in its stead troubled dreams and a feverish wake fulness. Who can but sympathize with her? Thrown, in the twinkling of an eye, from the very pinnacle of earthly happiness into the depths and terrors of a ray less and hopeless misery! Who could stand such a shock ? It were too se vere for even Roman nerve or Stoical stolidity, to say nothing of the tender organism of a female, and no wonder she pines to-day in a re pulsive hospital for the insane. Poor woman ! We can but sympathize with her. Whatever may have been the political errors of her husband, she, like the beautiful and affectionate Carlotta, deserves the sympathy of the nation. But, in our*judgment, the blow that made Mrs. Lincoln a widow was also an unfortunate one for the South. Filled as Mr. Lincoln was with the milk of human kindness, and occupy ing a position of unrestricted influence with the dominant party, he would no doubt have averted man3’ of those terrible wrongs which have since been heaped upon us. His generous nature would never have allowed him to give them the sanction of his official approval, and his veto would have carried power and influence among the rank and file of the blood-thirsty fanatics of the North. His successor possessed power with no party, but stood solitary and alone amid a surging whirlpool of reckless fanaticism, which threatened the very existence of the republic. The memory of the dead Lincoln, then, can not diminish our sympathy for his now insane widow. Biographical Sketch of (Jot. Jenkins.—We have already in hand our engraving of this emi nent Georgian, but the sketch not being ready from a want of time, we cannot present him till our next issue. Colonel Cineinjflifus Peeples, so familiar with national politics, and a warm personal friend of the distinguished ex-Gover- nor, is preparing the sketch, and it will be deeply interesting to ever}" Southerner, and es pecially so to Georgians. Governor Jenkins is a great and good man. and no one is so well qualified to write a biography of his life as the distinguished gentleman who has undertaken it. Our engraving of him is the best, if possible, we have yet presented in “Our Gallery.” PERSONALS. “Philemon Perch.”—This signature will be recognized by many Georgians as the nom de plume of one of the most cultivated and schol arly men of the South. He is a native Georgian, and formerly filled some of the most honorable positions in the literary institutions of this State, but is now a citizen of Baltimore. The story of “Poor Mr. White,” as told by Philemon, in this issue, is deeply interesting. Writers Unknown to Fame.—We have been astonished and delighted at the great amount of hitherto undiscovered and undeveloped talent in the South. Here and there all over our South land we find brilliant minds, male and female, of which the world has never heard, and which, for the want of opportunity, might never have made themselves known. But the genial rays of The Sunny South have warmed them into new intellectual life, and we are now training up whole hosts for literary distinction. To all of them we say, persevere. Crowns of immortality await many of them in the wide fields of litera ture. to make of the bonnet, S. A. S.’ Kissing in Chinn.—What a strange fascination there is in that labial process called kissing. It seems that those who never heard of it very soon learn to love it, as is the case with the Chinese maidens. “It is a singular fact that the custom is alto gether unknown in that country. The Chinese, indeed, have no word or term expressing love as we understand the tender passion. An Ameri can navy officer voyaging Chinawards narrates an amusing experience of the Chinese maidens on kissing. Wishing to complete a conquest he had made of a young mie jim (beautiful lady,) he invited her—using the English words—to give him a kiss. Finding her comprehension of his request somewhat obscure, he suited the action to the word and took a delicious kiss. The girl ran away into another room, thoroughly alarmed, exclaiming,—‘Terrible man-eater! I shall be devoured.’ But in a moment, finding herself uninjured by the salute, she returned to his side saying, ‘I would like to learn more of your strange rite,—Ke-e-es me !’ He knew it wasn’t right, but he kept on instructing her of ‘ Ke-e-es me' until she knew how to do it like a native American girl; and, after all that, she suggested another course bv remarking, ‘ Ke-e-es me some more seem jim Mee-lee-kee ?’ (Anglo—American) and the lesson went on until her mamma’s voice character of a city depend on the intelligence, Waiting Till the River Dries.— Throughout the South may be found hundreds of people with no occupation, no money and no energy, but with an abiding hope, it would seem, that something will surely turn up for their especial benefit. They may be aptly compared with the fellow standing on the river bank waiting for the stream to run dry that he might walk over. Surely there never were so many people wait ing for something to turn up, or seeking soft places with large pay. And can we ever hope for j prosperity while such is the case? Can a country flourish where the consumers exceed the pro- t ducers? It is certainly impossible unless the producers can distribute a very large overplus. Somebody else is alarmed on this point, and says “it is painful to the industrious and moral portion of our people to see so many loungers about the streets, and such a multitude whose i highest aspirations seem to be to waste their time in idleness or at base-ball, billiards, etc. ; No person need be unemployed who is not over-fastidious about the occupation. There are too many soft hands (and heads) waiting for light work and heavy pay. Better work for half a loaf than beg or steal a whole one. Mother earth is always near by, and ready to respond to j reasonable drafts on her never-failing treasury. 1 A patch of potatoes raised ‘ on shares’ is prefer able to a poulticed pate earned in a whisky scrim mage. Some modern Micawbers stand with folded hands waiting for the panic to pass, as the foolish man waiting for the river to run dry and allow him to walk over. The soil is the foundation of American prosperity. When mul titudes of our consumers become producers; when fashion teaches economy instead of ex pending for a gaudy dress what would comfort ably clothe a family; when people learn to walk until they can afford to ride; when the poor man ceases to expend more for tobacco than for bread; when those who complain of panics learn that ‘we cannot eat cake and keep it;’ that a sieve cannot hold water; that we must rely upon our own exertions and earn before we spend, then will panics cease and prosperity return. While we should by no means unreasonably re strict healthy recreation, we should remember that ‘time is money;’ that idleness leads to im moral habits, and that the peace, prosperity and rudely awakened them from their most delicious dream.” integrity, industry and frugality of its inhabi tants. ” The Prince of Wales’ trip to India will cost SI, 250,000. Major-General Phil. Sheridan will be married this spring. Leading English literateurs propose erecting a memorial tablet over Byron’s grave. John G. Saxe will read a poem at the sunrise decoration of Farragut’s grave on May 30. We were pleased to welcome into our sanctum Mr. O. D. Shearer, of the Vicksburg Herald. Brick Pomeroy is at Avon, in the upper part of New York trying the waters for rheumatism. Darwin’s income is $20,000 a year—the result of long, labored efforts to prove man’s descent from monkeys. We hope the indefatigable and earnest Colonel S. K. Johnson will be made superintendent of the Georgia Railroad. Mrs. Eberhart, of Elbert county, hung herself in the smoke-house last Sunday while the rest of the family were at church. Ex-Secretary of the Treasury Richardson starts from Washington on Wednesday for a trip around the world. He needs rest. Rev. Dr. Carroll, a prominent Protestant cler gyman of Brooklyn, has a lecture entitled, “From the Blarney Stone to Vesuvia.” Rev. Dr. DeAVitt Talmage’s Tabernacle, in Brooklyn, now has the largest church member ship of any Presbyterian church in America. Ida Greeley was married to Colonel Smith, of Leavenworth, Kansas, in New York, on May first. Father Farrell performed the ceremony. On May 13th the patriot heart and eloquent tongue of Henry Grattan, “the equal and supe rior of Demosthenes,” had been still fifty-five years. Dr. Lipscomb has decided to accept the pro fessorship in the A’anderbilt University at Nash ville, recently tendered him by the trustees of that institution. The ex-Empress Eugenie expects to remain at Chiselhurst until she dies, or the French people get in a suicidal mood once more and put her son on the throne. General Braxton Bragg has accepted the posi tion of chief engineer of the Gulf, Colorado and Sante Fe Railway, for which ground was broken on May first at Galveston. Tom Campbell, the Scotch poet, who wrote j several beautifui Irish poems, will, it seems, j have the monument proposed for him, though it 1 was a hard job to get the money. Hon. Jeff Davis entreated the Texas veterans of the Mexican war recently to be as loyal now to the stars and stripes as they were zealous ! and brave in defense of their first flag. The French writer, Edmund About, says that I in the coming great struggle, “Bismarck and his Krupp guns” will be on one side, and on the other the “ conscience and liberty of the human | race.” General McRae declined the tempting call to the superintendency of the Georgia Railroad, with a salary of $8,000 per annum. His great executive ability as a railroad officer puts him in great demand. On the anniversary of the eighty-third birthday of Pope Pins IX., he received congratulatory messages from all directions, and a deputation of German Catholics presented him with an ad dress bearing a million signatures. This is from the Madrid Grange: “His Maj- ! esty the King (whom God preserve) and Her | Royal Highness, the Infanta Donna Isabel, con- | tinue in this court, without novelty in their im- ! portant health. ” The scribe meant to say that Alfonso and the other party were well. : Edward C. Marshall, son of Chief Justice Mar shall, seventy years of age, is a clerk in the pen- J sion office at $1,200 salary. Mr. Marshall re- ! sides in the city of Alexandria, Virginia, lost all his property during the war, is delicate in health and resembles his father. The Washington Star says there seems to be no doubt that Secretary Fish has indicated to the President his desire to retire from the cabinet at the close of the present fiscal year (June 30). Is is supposed that Edward Pierrepont, the re- : cently appointed Attorney General, will succeed him. An old Unitarian minister, Rev. Mr. Thatcher, of Wareliam, Mass., becoming infirm and blind, resigned. His parish came together and refused to accept the resignation. They said, “You gave us your youth and your strength, and we will stand by you now that you are old and blind.” Mr. John AV. Sedgwick, a AVashington gen tleman, has bequeathed $10,000 to Miss Belle i Sherman, of St. George’s county, Maryland, in recognition of assistance rendered by her several years ago on the occasion of a severe fall of the testator from a horse, from the effects of which he lay for some time unconscious. Ann Eliza, the seventeenth Mrs. Brigham : Young, has come to grief. Chief Justice Lowe has practically reversed the decision of his pre decessor, Keene, which awarded her $500 per month alimony. The new judge decided that as there had been no legal marriage, there could be no legal divorce, and hence no alimony. It is said that during the thirteen years that Oliver Charlick, who lately died in New York city, was president of the Long Island Railroad, he never drew any part of his salary, though it had been fixed by the Board of Directors at $10,- 000 a year. This makes $130,000, which his es tate will, of course, call upon the company to pay up. AVeare delighted to know that the stockhold ers of the Georgia Railroad manifested their ap preciation of the long and faithful services of j in the Hon. John P. King so highly that they would not let him out, notwithstanding his ex pressed determination to retire. But for his wishes in the matter, he would have received, perhaps, almost the entire vote. AVould it be the Georgia Railroad without him? He is a glorious and self-sacrificing old Roman. Miss Anna Semmes, daughter of Admirral Ra phael Semmes, was married last week, at Mo bile, to Mr. C. B. Bryan, of Alemphis, by Bishop Quinlan, of the Catholic ehurch. A reception was held from 12:30 to 4 p. m. Suspended from one side of the hall to the other was the magnif icent Confederate flag, of the costliest material and most exquisitely embroidered, which was made and presented to Admiral Semmes by the ladies of London while commanding the Ala bama, taken. PARAGRAPHIC. Joe Jefferson is going to Europe with Hip in July. The Texan-Mexican border troubles hare been pacificated. Albani is renewing her old triumphs in Lon don, so the papers say. Aimee is said to have aspirations towards En- glish Opera and the rivalry of Kellogg. A’erdi’s Requiem Mass is to be produced in England under the composer’s own direction. The income of the New A’ork Herald last year ! was $1,700,000, of which $000,000 went to J. G. Bennett. Governor Kellogg, of Louisana, has vetoed the bill making all State scrip receivable for State taxes. An International Convention will be held at Nancy on the second of July, to discuss the his tory of America before it was discovered. They wondered at the short collections in a Chicago church, and it was found that the col lector had shoe-makers’ wax in the bottom of his hat. The butter crop of the United States now ex ceeds the wheat crop in value. It’ll be a luxury to have a little bread with our butter one of these days. Cinuinnatus will be honored at Cincinnati by a granite tower one hundred and sixty feet high. It will be erected by a citizen at a cost of fifty thousand dollars. “Time softens all things,” except the young man who parts his hair in the middle and whis tles on the street cars. Nothing can make him any softer than he is. The mint of Paris is well supplied with gold and silver, more largely than for some time past; and it is now coining four millions of dollars in four-dollar gold pieces. A country paper informs its readers that “when a gentleman and lady are walking in the street, the lady should walk inside of the gentle man.” How the lady is to do it is not stated. The following curious epitaph was placed in French upon a tomb-stone in Pere Lachaise this week: “Sleep in peace, my good aunt; thy painful arterial rheumatism will pain thee no more.” A party of Sioux Indians stole a patent ice cream freezer, supposing it to be a hand-organ, and their “big medicine-man” turned the crank a week before he would confess his inability to get music out of it. Two widows have sued E. B. Batchelder, of AVest Randolph, Vt., who didn’t keep his prom ise to marry them. One demands $5,000 and the other $10,000. Batch, will doubtless get off very cheaply, whichever way the cases go. A country paper tells this story of a new boy in one of the Sunday schools: “The precious youth was asked who made the beautiful hills about them, and replied that he did not know, as his parents only moved into town the day before. ” The whisky fraud investigations show that in St. Louis alone the revenues have been defrauded to the extent of $1,000,000, and there is evidence that from the first of January to the first of April three thousand barrels of untaxed spirits have been placed upon the market by St. Louis dis tillers. The women of a Colorado town got up a suf frage meeting the other day, no men being ad mitted. No business of importance was trans acted, however, because some invisible miscre ant let down a live rat through the skylight, and amid shrieks and screams the assemblage sud denly adjourned. The big clock and bell which will strike the dinner-hour from the belfry of Independence Hall, July 4,1876, cost $20,000, and are inscribed with the words: “Presented to the City of Phil adelphia for the Belfry of Independence Hall, in the names of Adam and Mariah Sarah Sey- bert, and Caroline, their daughter, by their son and brother, Henry Seybert. ” A writer in a late number of one of our mag azines argues that the Atlantic ocean is gradu ally drying up. This will be pleasant news to those people who want to go to Europe, but are kept back by the fear of sea-sickness. In two or three hundred thousand years, perhaps, they can go over on dry land. And, by the way, steamship companies had better be making prep arations to put wagon wheels on their vessels. “Ish dere some ledder here for me?” inquired a German at the general delivery window of the Detroit post-office one day recently. “No, none here,” was the reply. “Veil, dot ish queer,” he continued, getting his head into the window. “My neighbor gets somedimes dree letters in one day, und I get none. I bays more daxes as he does, und I haf never got one letter yet. How comes dose dings?” The Philadelphia North American says “money is in such abundance in the banks "and fiscal institutions, and in the hands of all engaged in discounting, that the demand is far below the offerings. Money for loanable purposes is, in fact, a drug in consequence of the total absence of enterprise. Much as has been said heretofore on the subject, the surplus, which is greater than ever, shows that the expected recovery of busi ness activity has not yet set in. ” It is said that when a Spaniard eats fruit, he always plants the seed thereof for the benefit of posterity. As a result, no country is so bounti fully blessed with fruit as Spain. The Mayor of Topeka, Kansas, appears to be imbued with a similar unselfishness. One afternoon last week, at his request, all business was suspended in the town, and the whole population went to work and planted in the town about one thousand shade-trees of several varieties. A vagabond in Cincinnati decided to get drunk and go straightway from intoxication into eter nity. He bought a pint of whisky and went to a druggist’s for some arsenic. The druggist suspected a suicidal intent, and sold him a harm less powder. The vagabond mixed the whisky and the powder, drank the compound, and sank into insensibility, believing he would awaken in the other world. His dissatisfaction on becom ing conscious in a police station was intense. Pleasure Trips. As the summer advances with its sultry and sickening heat, many of our readers are* com pelled to seek comfort and health in the moun tains of Arirginia and the North; and with this object in view, they will of course desire to select the best route, and one that can offer the best in ducements and most comforts. The writer hav- _ traveled over that popular and well-known route, the Atlantic Coast Line, can heartily en dorse it as the route. AVe learn that excursion tickets to all the prominent pleasure resorts of the North and the famous A’irginia springs will be on sale at this point as well as all the princi pal cities of the South. Colonel Pope, that live and energetic general passenger and ticket agent, who is wide awake to the wants and com forts of the traveling public, will have his sum mer schedule and tickets arranged so as to suit the most fastidious traveler. Joseph AV. AVhite, the passenger agent of the line, who makes his headquarters in Atlanta, takes pleasure in an swering letters and giving any information the traveler may desire. It will be well to write to either Colonel A. Pope, general ticket agent, Wilmington, North Carolina, or to Joseph AV. Beneath this the marriage vows were AA'hite, passenger agent, Atlanta, Georgia, before < selecting your route.