JOH\ II. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor.
ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, JUNE 26, 1875.
Onr W'«*klj 1 ships.—-As announced in the
last issue, the weekly publications of this paper
will be commenced after sis more numbers. We
shall have everything and every department in
splendid running order by that time, and the
universal desire for its weekly appearance will
be gratified. We shall then claim the patronage
of every Southern man and woman. Indeed, we
shall not let any off'. All must come in anil give
Who Has the “ Hood Wife ”’—A paragraph
L going the rounds of the press to this effect:
There is one good wife in the country, and every
man thinks he has her. Old Brown, who is
bill 1. and whose wife has red hair and a wicked
eye, read this and murmured: “I dunno; I
dunno 'bout that!”
Now, there are a great many Browns, and
•Tones, and Smiths, and Johnsons, and Patter
sons, and Michaels, and Patricks, who, if called
The money must accompany all orders for this paper,
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IXDIAX STOltY IX XEXT ISSUE.
Flat-Boat, River and Rifle;
The Bonnet (Question.
arrangements for sendin
chromo to each lady who solved the conundrum
within the time specified. This he does at the sng-
€ ALL IE CARSON’S LOVERS. gestion of one of the parties. Let all who guessed
it and approve of this arrangement address Dr.
upon, would hesitate some time before making
us a lift, and we now call upon each subscriber an affidavit that they thought they had that
to secure all of his or her neighbors to commence “ good wife.” Wives, be careful of your reputa-
at that time. tions.
Excellent Contributions on Hand.-We have H,,n XatnraL-No matter how anxious she
a great deal of most acceptable matter on hand, u,a - v be > nor bow man - v well-devised schemes
in the way of stories, essavs. poems, etc., and slie ma - v P lan for ensnaring him, if she finally
all of it will appear in these columns. We can- fails ’ sbe avers that sbe was onl - v in J est: and
not advise our contributors by mail, and must tbe same is true of the male suitor ' “ A ratber
ask them to be patient. old 8 irl G vho bad been lnred to California by
| the cheering information that she was sure to
Dr. Low has made ■ marry there) laid siege to a wealthy widower,
a handsome little "ho at first showed signs of succumbing, but
finally resisted the attack. As usual with women
4 *Fret N«>f Yourself.”—We do not suppose
any one ever reasoned himself into being happy.
General reflections upon the vanity of human
wishes do not prevent people from sighing for
the unattainable, nor does the thought that ills
are unavoidably incident to life have any tend
ency to soothe a raging pang. For bodily pain
or mental anguish, the maxims of philosophy are
very imperfect reliefs. They are fine to admin
ister to our suffering neighbor, but seem of far
less applicability when our own toe is pinched.
Yet, contentment is something that admits of
cultivation. The command “be happy” is not
so absurd as were we to order a bird to sing or a
lamb to frisk. Gavety indeed must be sponta
neous: but that quiet cheerfulness which makes
life a pleasure may be produced by keeping the
river banks. No one noticed her, for pretty
women are seen at every turn, and at Niagara,
every one roams about the falls, the cataracts
and the river. On the evening of the third day,
she was missing at her hotel. A guide had seen
a woman fling herself from the bridge on one of
the sister isles, but whether she was drowned or
not he could not say. A telegram was sent to
Chicago, and by noon of the second day, a man
arrived who said he was the lady’s husband.
The guide could not assure him that the lady
missing from the hotel was the woman he had
seen spring from the bridge. He had never no
ticed her before. The lady from Chicago might
have crossed the bridge. When high rewards
were offered for the body, men who knew every'
gullv and stone in the ravine as they knew the
passions in good control, and by not permit- logs and ladders of their own shanties, searched
ting the wishes to go beyond the range of the every crevice in the rocks, but not a trace of
practicable. We are not obliged to look at the her could be found, and the disconsolate wid-
darkest side of a picture, nor to take hold of ower had to leave Niagara without securing legal
IIY M. gl'AD.
J. H. Low, Atlanta, Georgia.
43f” Secure the opeuiug chapters, as it is impossible
for us to supply back numbers.
The Original Copy of the Declaration of In
dependence, which has been in the Patent Office
»•* at Washington City for many years, has faded
The Voice of Bunker Hill.—The blood of so tbat tbe signatures are scarcely visible, and
the martyrs was the seed of the church, and the a skilled penman is to go over the document
blood of the heroes on Breed’s Hill was the sal- " itb tbe aid of a strong microscope and retrace
who are feeling intensely disappointed, “she
didn't care— no, not one bit;” and she exclaimed,
half sobbing, to a bosom friend: “Why, I couldn't
be hired to marry him, not if he was a perfect
Venus.” As money was her chief object, we sup
pose she meant Croesus.”
vation of American liberty. It fired the national
heart and aroused the undrilled colonists to a
positive sense of the situation and the magni
tude of the problem they had essayed to solve.
The battle, it is true, was a disastrous defeat to
the American arms, but “liberty' or death” be
came the refrain of the nation, and the voice
from Bunker Hill awoke its echoes over the gran
ite hills of New England, down the valleys of
all the signatures, so as to make them distinct
A Good English Education.—To read the En
glish language well, said Edward Everett, to
write with dispatch a neat, legible hand, and be
master of the first four rules in arithmetic so as
to dispose of at once, with accuracy, every ques
tion of figures which comes up in practice—I
call this a good education. And if you add the
A iiginia and the ( arolinas, and along the plains ability to write pure, grammatical English, I re-
ot Georgia and I lorida, calling the hardy sons gard it an excellent education. These are the
of toil to fields of carnage. And that voice has tools. You can do much with them, but you are
never ceased to ring among the habitations of helpless without them. They are the founda-
men. It was heard by the oppressed of every tion, and unless you begin with these, all your
nationality, and sent a thrill of hope pulsating fl as hy attainments, a little geology and other
like an electrical cuirent through desponding ologies and osophies, are ostentatious rubbish.
How befitting, then, for Americans to cele- “Leave Me with My Dead.”—Whether the
brate the anniversary of so memorable an event, fact be a pleasing or an unpleasant commentary'
as was done with grand success in Boston on the upon human nature, it is nevertheless a fact
seventeenth instant, just one hundred years that we recover with wonderful rapidity in this
after the occurrence ! One hundred years !
“ ’Tis like a dream when one awakes,
This vision of the scenes of old:
’Tis like the moon when morning breaks,
’Tis like a tale round watch-fires told.”
But what nation ever made such strides to
power and greatness ? Empires and monarchies,
moss-grown with age, watched with startled won
der its rapid developments, and are even now-
tremulous with dread lest the spirit of Bunker
Hill infuses itself into their subjects. Binding another trusting souf, and number one’s por
shackles fell from the limbs and mental powers trait is in the attic, face to the wall.
of men, and under the a?gis of a fostering repub- j
lie, the empire of mind began a new career. A Man in Female Attire.—Just think of it.
And what changes have been wrought in the arts We dare say' it would run him crazy in twenty-
and sciences, in navigation, mechanics, and in four hours. Here is the way Mary Kile Dallas
the extent of commerce. How many old tlieo- describes it: “ Take a man and pin three or four
ries have been exploded and new- truths estab- large table-cloths about him, fastened back w'itli
age from strokes of sorrow, or providential be
reavements. Loved ones die and are deposited
in the grave, but it makes not even a ripple upon
the moving current of busy life. We return
from the burying-ground and plunge again into
the ceaseless whirl, and the dead are soon for
gotten. “ Go away'! Leave me witli my dead !
Let me fling myself on his coffin and die there!’’
This was the heart-rending wail of a Nebraska
w'oman six months ago; but now she has won
Bed Hair and Freckles.—We have not yet
been assassinated nor spirited away by the red
and sandy-haired girls on account of our answer
to a sandy-haired one in our last issue, but the
amount of thunder and lightning that has come
into this office since is enough to make a stouter
heart than ours kinder quake. But we are still
spared, and have no disposition whatever to en
counter that species of thunder-clouds any more.
But we are conscientiously opposed to the girls
wearing red hair and freckles, for here is one of
the many inconveniences attending the style:
“While a number .of ladies were waiting at
the Great Western depot yesterday, a young man
entered, and after looking around for a moment,
he walked up to a lady and said:
“ • Hello, Sally !’
“ The lady looked daggers.
“ ‘ Isn’t your name Sally?’ he inquired taking
a closer look.
“‘No, sir!’ she replied, flashing a look of
scorn at him.
“‘Well, then, she didn’t come in on this
train.’ he continued. ‘But she’s got red hair,
and freckles on her nose just like you, and I’d a
sworn you was Sallv.
Two French Women—A Neat Little Sketcli
by Taine.—“One full-blown, in a white embroid
ered skirt, with a pleated waist, looked like a
Venetian woman of the Renaissance. Above the
divine softness of the satin you saw her curved
and pearly neck, and on the blonde tresses of
abundant hair a simple band of floating lace.
She seemed tall and straight as a Diana in the
long folds of her natiye dress; her bodice, orna
mented with silvery embroidery, delicately sug
gested the thought of a dashy hussar. She
walked rapidly, and her dragging train trembled
like the drapery of a goddess, while the ban
quets of brilliants in her hair flashed like sword-
blades. Another frail, slight, the face project
ing, with a thin nose, trembling lips, pale eyes,
and hair all in disorder beneath her diamonds,
things by the roughest handle, nor to do things
in the hardest way. There are hills of difficulty
vhich we must climb, but we need not persist
ir going over stony ground when a smooth way
is just as near and just as convenient. Some
people, instead of cutting the pegs out of their
shoes, try to make them longer and sharper, as
it would seem, that their feet may be the worse
torn. They will not, like the oyster, throw
around the cause of irritation the secretions of
the heart, until it ceases to annoy, and thus
from an affliction produce a thing of glorious
It is no exaggeration when we say more people
are killed by fret and worry than by pestilence
or war. Here is to be found the cause of many
of the diseases which make life a misery, and
eventually terminate its existence. Bad lives
generally result from bad living. Angry pas
sions indulged, fretfulness and impatience given
way to, and the malevolent feelings cultivated,
will most surely derange the vital organs of the
, system. Great sorrows do indeed come upon
men, to which if they did not bow, they were
more or less than human. But these are not
frequent, nor are they the troubles upon which
we charge the present blame. It is the petty
vexations of daily life which many persons allow
to worry them out of happiness and often out of
life. These are the peas in the shoes which, if j
we are wise, we will boil and soften; but if we
are determined on self-torture, we will keep
them hard to lacerate our feet all the way.
“Cultivate happiness,” was the Doctor’s pre
scription to Lucy Snowe, and this would be our J
advice to evervbodv.
evidence that his wife was dead.”
Gikofle Girofla is meeting with great success
Barxcm’s Hippodrome has closed its Boston
Madame Kistori played in Washington last
week to a certainty of six thousand dollars for
In St. Louis, the Arion des Nestens Singing
Society are giving summer night festivals at
Wai.lack’s opened for the summer with the
new play “The Donovans,” in whicn Harrigan
and Hart assume the roles of Irish emigrants.
Boston is having Mr. Raymond in “Col. Sell
ers,” and Mr. Boucicault in “The Shaughraun,”
to amuse her. Both actors attract overflowing
The foreign operatic artists ask too much
money, and Nil - . Cohn wisely concluded to let
them stay in Paris, rather than import them to
Miss Conway has leased the Brooklyn Theatre,
and taken Mr. Edward Grey, formerly connected
with the editorial staff of Frank Leslie, for her
At the Grand Opera House, they are playing
Jule Verne’s -‘Round the World in Eighty Days.”
Mile. Fectjens is engaged by Mr. Strakosch for
the next operatic season.
Nilsson has been singing lately in Belgium.
The critics say she produced a little enthusiasm,
and that her voice has not fully recovered its
wonted clearness and sweetness, and the gen
eral opinion was that she had been overrated, it
being her first appearance there.
It is said of Lecocq, the composer, that he is
As we have said, this can- nearly' as fleshy' as Rossini was. He is lame,
not be done by arguing that trouble is not
trouble, or that a dose is pleasant which we ;
know to be nauseous. No boy ever reasoned
himself out of a fear of ghosts; but many have
passed graveyards without hastening their gait,
by dint of whistling or thinking of something
else. We once heard of a boy who spared him
self much of the agony of having a tooth drawn,
by thinking of Abe Lincoln; and nssuredly there
is in the world enough of the beautiful, the j
pleasing, the grand and glorious, to divest our
wears spectacles, and has a horror of work,
is about forty years old, and notwithstanding
music is so bright and sparkling, his tempera
ment is very melancholy.
An actor in a certain "Western theatre was re
cently supporting a well-known actress as Juliet,
and growing somewhat confused in the balcony
scene, he shouted: “But soft! What light from
yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet
has a son !” The effect upon the audience can
be readily described.
The following is the seating capacity of the
leading theatres of New Y'ork city: Academy of
Music, 2,433; Niblo’s Garden, 1,978; Grand Op-
seemed to emit flashes and sparks from every
lished; and what a complete sweeping away has elastic and looped up with ribbons; drag all his 1 part of her person. Seated or standing, she mantic melancholy being the chosen property-
own hair to the middle of his head and tie it never seemed to touch the ground. The inward
there been of old feudal theories and the estab
lishment of constitutional government! With tight, and hairpin on about five pounds of other
great alacrity the great mass ot mankind, the hair and a big bow of ribbon. Keep the front
world over, would unite with heart and hand in locks on pins all night and let them tickle his
celebrating the centennial anniversary ot Bun- eyes all day; pinch his waist into a corset, and
ker Hill. I give him gloves a size too small and shoes ditto;
e rejoice at the recent success of the Boston and a hat that will not stay on without a tortur-
anniversary, and at the fraternal and hospitable ing elastic, and a frill to tickle his chin, and a
spirit manitested by all and towards all, and es- little lace vail to blind his ey'es whenever he
pecially towards those from the South. The goes out to walk, and he will know what woman’s
centennial of ’76 we trust may be crowned with dress is. My !”
unspeakable glory, and be the startin
: point for
another hundred years of national prosperity.
Let all the memorable events of the old revolu
tion be celebrated with great spirit, and arouse
the old national pulse anew. Let the old Fourth
of July be reinstated in the affections of the peo
ple, and though our hearts be torn and sad at
the recollections of our late misfortunes, let us
remember with gratitude and thanksgiving our
noble ancestors who, through blood and suffer
ing, bequeathed to us a goodly heritage. Let us
remember the old battle-grounds, and recount to
our children, with grateful acknowledgments to
Jehovah, the struggles of the few but faithful de
fenders of liberty.
“ A halo gilds Virginia’s name,
For Yorktown tells a story;
Xew York hath Saratoga's fame,
And Jersey. Monmouth’s glory;
Points Delaware to Brandywine,
And La Fayette, the finger;
And still, o’er Carolina's fields,
Doth Eutaw's memory linger.
“ Vermont may boast of Bennington,
And Pennsylvania wonder
O'er unforgotten Valley Forge,
And Red Bank's fatal thunder;
But oh: ’tis Massachusetts tells
Of Bunker's fame ne'er ending,
And guards their dust who earliest died
Their inborn rights defending.”
New Stories.—We commence some thrilling
new stories next week. Be in time for the open
Aristocratic Poverty in the South.—A tall,
commanding, and neatly-dressed lady came into
our sanctum a few days since, and after intro
ducing herself as a Virginia lady, made known
that she was seeking a place for her son. We
discovered unusual intelligence in her conver
sation, and in the course of a running talk on
business matters, she said there was entirely too
much aristocratic poverty in the Southern States;
that people were using every artifice to keep
up appearances and make false impressions upon
their neighbors. We were forcibly impressed
by the correctness of the observation, and no
doubt every one else will be, for that very thing
is one of the prime curses of the age. Strange
to say, there never was such a mania for per
sonal display among Southern people as now. It
pervades all classes, all ages, sexes and colors.
It is seen in our homes, on the streets, in thea
tres, ball-rooms, picnics, and worse than all, in
our churches. People will almost starve for the
actual means of subsistence for the sake of mak
ing a little display in public. They will hoist
an aristocratic nose at honest though humble
labor, and puff with dignified nonchalance a
borrowed cigar, with not so much as a shilling in
their pockets. They will maintain, at heavy
expense, a handsome turn-out, when their lard
ers are empty and the cook-maid unpaid. And
when the inevitable logic of events forces them
from the show-tables and panoramas, they are
consumed with envy and hatred of those who
keep up the show.
What is more disgusting than these sham.
mettle, the irrepressible outbursts and contor
tions of her nervous organization, sent moment
ary shivers through her nervous frame. About
her slight neck ripples a row of diamonds—a
circle of living eyes, pale as the flaming eyes of
minds from the trifles which give us vexation | era House, 1,883; Booth’s Theatre, 1,807; Bow-
and pain. j ery, 1,775; Wallack’s, 1505; Fifth Avenue, 1,529;
Lyceum, 1,299; Union Square, 1,210; Comique,
Influence of Niagara on Despairing Lovers. 1,005; and the Park, 925.
A writer from the great water-falls says: The Grand Hippodrome has formally opened
“The sombre aspects of Niagara charm all ; in New York as a Summer Concert Garden. It
young and sentimental hearts, a tender and ro- I "^ be tlie place ot aristocratic amusement dur
ing the heated season, its appearance is lairy-
like—all agleam with brilliant lights, with fount-
ot youth. Niagara is the pilgrimage of love, as ains, statues, lovely promenades, and cosy nooks.
Stratford-on-Avon is the pilgrimage of genius, I Gilmore’s Twenty-Second Regiment Band fur-
Mount Vernon the pilgrimage of patriotism, and
Santiago the pilgrimage of superstition.
At Niagara, happy lovers breathe their vows
and pledge their troth, invoking the lonely
ing umbrella handles; one prefers ebony, and
the other mother-of-pearl.”
to “West Pointer” on the Skirt
Question.—A most excellent lady from New shoddy shows and aristocratic displays with
Orleans has sent in a capital reply to “West nothing to back them ? Let us have done with
Pointer's” inquiry in last issue, concerning the these empty baubles, with all this sounding of
latest modes of carrying the skirts on the streets.
It is, however, crowded out of this issue, but
will appear in our next.
brass and tinkling of cymbals, and accommo
date ourselves to the realities of the situation.
One day a lady came in a carriage to ask Carot.
the famous French painter, who has just died,
A Terrible Kiss. “Stay! he said, his right for one thousand francs with which to pay her
arm around her waist, and her face expectantly rent. “She is well dressed,’’said the maid who
turned to him; “shall it be a kiss pathetic, sym- had seen her. “I can’t understand how anv-
pathetic, graphic, paragraphic, oriental, horizon- body with such clothes can borrow money. If I
tal. intellectual, paroxysmal, quick and dismal, were you I would refuse.” “Take that to her.
slow and unctuous, long and tedious, devotional, my child,” said the artist, offering a bank note
inspirational, or what ?” She said perhaps that for the required sum; “ and remember that pov
erty in silk is the worst kind of poverty.”
nishes the music. The lessees are Messrs. Shook
A' Palmer, of Union Square Theatre.
Miss Adelaide Phillips is soon to bid farewell
to the lyric stage. Though she is only forty-two,
she has been for over thirty years upon the stage.
• , , , , j woods the lashing water and risincr rlnnitu of i She made her debut at the old Boston AT use u 111,
magic serpents. These women chat and seem wootls ’ tlle Iasnm 8 " at ® r anc riMn 8 clouds ol , as Lmk Pinkkt in the “Spoilt Child,” when she
delighted with their conversation. What would spiay, as witnesses of their burning love and was only ten years old. AVhen Jenny Lind was
you not give to hear what they are saying? Go steadfast truth. At Niagara, hapless swains and in this country, she heard Adelaide sing, and
near, and you will find out that they are discuss- ' maidens, crossed in their affections, blighted in : was so much pleased that she headed a subscrip-
their prospects, wander by the isles and banks tion witb one hundred dollars to enable the girl
... i to undergo a thorough training in Paris. After
for one last hour of bliss, and then, with arms Garcia bad pronounced his labor with her corn-
entwined and hearts inseparable, go headlong pleted, she came to New York, and made her
Lord Byron’s Tree.—The oak which Byron over. ; entree upon the operatic stage as Azucena, in “II
planted at Newstead Abbey, and which he tried Not long ago a young man came across from Tlo ' atore > at tbe Academy of Alusie.
to believe would flourish and decay with his the American side, accompanied by a pretty girl
own fortunes, has grown into a splendid tree, as and by a little child. He hired a boat not far
green and vigorous as his fame. Shall we not above the rapids, put the lady and the child into
accept it as an omen that in spite of “malice, the stern, and throwing his oars into the boat,
domestic and foreign levy,” the grand genius of pushed off into the stream. An old boatman
a sorely abused man is destined to be honored warned him to beware of going out too far. The
as long as the English language endures or the ! young man smiled and nodded, but pushed out
admiration of true poetry lingers in the human ! straight into the flood. At once the boatman
breast ? i saw that he had lost control of his little craft,
“ The transcendental critics and the pious pub- and shouted to him to edge about, as he was in
lie of England, says the Indianapolis Sentinel, en- j the rush. The rower raised an oar in answer to
deavored to destroy Byron’s fame for fifty years, his cries; the shaft was snapped across, but
but after an age of cant, a reaction has set in whether by accident or design, the old man
which will probably bring about a due appreci- : could not say.
ation of the greatest poetical genius which En- “ God help you !” sighed the boatman. In a
gland has produced since Shakspeare. Byron few moments they were gone. When friends
was intensely hated by the truly good and re- came to see the bodies, it was found to be .a case
spectable people of his own country and by the of passion and despair. Loving each other
disciples of the new school of poetrv, which was madly, they had fled from home and parents on his Philadelphia acquaintance, when in con-
. , . . , „ , . i t j , ,, . . , , , , fusion, the gentleman explained that he had an-
just growing into popularity at the time of his "ho had opposed their union; they had sought swered the Grand Hailing Sign of Distress, and
death. The religious part of the community Niagara, the cure of disappointed love; and in again begged Dr. Broadus to let him do some-
made war upon his reputation with the design these waters they had found their everlasting thing for him.
of destroying his influence. The literary por- rest and soon tbe stranger brotbers wer b clasped fo
tion of the community assaulted his fame with r rom Table Rock towards Lake Ontario sweeps fraternal embraces in the “City' of Brotherly'
the idea that it was necessary to destroy it, in a chasm for many miles, through which the rap- Love.” Nor was this all; Dr. Broadus was con-
order to secure recognition for their own favor- ids race with a velocity to make the eddies of strained by gentle force to accompany' his brother
ites. The alliance was a strange one, and yet. the Danube at the Iron Gates seem tame, the aATentire s^a^ger^e wls^ompellTd tJfeei
notwithstanding its power, the glory of Byron | whirlpools of the Neva round the rock of Schlus- how sublime a thing it is for Masonrv, “the
prevailed against it. The austere dislike of the i sel commonplace. This chasm is the favorite hand-maiden of the Christian religion,” to ac-
leaders of the churches and the malignant hate grave of hapless lovers and despairing maidens. a silent goddess, the minister of
The mighty fissure has eaten it out, the teeth that boly .religion in his travels, watching his
[For The Sunny South.]
A MASONIC STORY.
Some years since, as the Rev. AVm. F. Broadus,
D. D., was passing along Chestnut street, Phila
delphia, alone and in deep meditation, he com
menced unconsciously to gesticulate wildly', and
finally, as the subject of his thoughts perplexed
him more and more, the violence of his gestures
and motions increased. A gentleman walking
in the same direction, on the opposite side of
the street, had been watching him for some time,
and finally' satisfied that he was not mistaken,
ran across the street, stopped Dr. Broadus, and
demanded: “What can I do for you?” Dr. B.
stared at him in astonishmont, when the gentle
man again, and with earnestness, demanded:
“What can I do for you? I am willing to do
anything I can for you.” Not knowing whether
the quiet, genteel-looking man before him was a
robber or a lunatic, Dr Broadus quietly thanked
him, and was moving on, still keeping an eye
of the followers of Wordsworth were of no avail.
Byron's popularity never sank below its natural gnawing deeper in the rock from age to age.
level, which was probably due to the fact that he No man has yet surveyed this bed and told us
grew so suddenly famous and exerted such a how far down into the earth these volumes of
j would be the better wav.
wonderful influence during his life. It became
necessary for men who appreciated his genius
but understood its limitations, who admired his
noble qualities but saw his weakness and fickle
ness, to counteract the tendency of the age to
Byronism. It was with some such purpose,
doubtless, that Macaulay’s bitter criticism was
written. The time has now come when his char
acter can be studied calmly, and when his works
descending water plunge. You dare not push
your boat into the foam. But on the outer edge
of these great circles you may drop your line a
hundred feet, two hundred feet, and find no
bottom. Many persons dive into the deep, but
never rise again to tell the tale. Their dive is
taken once for all. The bodies are rarely found.
every motion with eager eye, and not only will
ing, but urgent to supply his every want."
Dr. Low’s Answer to Tessa’s Conundrum.
Mr. Editor,—I think I have the solution of
CL is the hundred and fifty; “the place where
the living did once all reside” is ark (Noah’s);
now rightly apply the CL to ark, and you have
Clark. The “notable tradesman” is our hatter,
L. H. Clark; the “lady musician of renown” is
his estimable wife; the “brilliant scribe of our
Some months ago a lady came alone to a hotel daily press ” is our gallant young friend, Colonel
on the American side—a pretty woman, young k. Clark, of the Constitution; “a consonant
can be estimated in their relation to English lit- and well attired, who gave her name as the wife j a j- b ak in eTfiark! Q ^ D ^ ^* rd b joined to
erature and apart from their rivalries of poetical
of a Chicago merchant. For a day or two she
roamed about the falls, the cataracts and the
Now, Miss Tessa, am I correct ?
Dr. J. H. ]