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w 4 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, and it will be discontinued at the expiration of the time, unless renewed. Write your name and post-office plainly. Club Rates.—Ten copies at #2.50 each, if all are ordered at the same time. ^-Ofliip of “The Sunny South” in Young Men's Library Ituilding, on lirnad Street. 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 and legible. 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. hearts. 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 beauty. 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.” THEATRICALS. Gikofle Girofla is meeting with great success in London. Barxcm’s Hippodrome has closed its Boston engagement. Madame Kistori played in Washington last week to a certainty of six thousand dollars for four nights. In St. Louis, the Arion des Nestens Singing Society are giving summer night festivals at Schneider’s Garden. 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 houses. The foreign operatic artists ask too much money, and Nil - . Cohn wisely concluded to let them stay in Paris, rather than import them to New York. Miss Conway has leased the Brooklyn Theatre, and taken Mr. Edward Grey, formerly connected with the editorial staff of Frank Leslie, for her business manager. 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 He his 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 ing chapters. Reply 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." Hiram. Dr. Low’s Answer to Tessa’s Conundrum. Mr. Editor,—I think I have the solution of Tessa’s conundrum: 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 schools.” 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. ]