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MRS. MART E. BRYAN, - Associate Editor.
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EiJtofrrnnr Perry.—We present a perfect
portrait and an excellent sketch of this distin
guished South Carolinian, whose Roman firm
ness in the days of nullification made him a con
spicuous character and gave him a national rep-
ntatic n.
The Georgia Press Convention, which met
in this city on the seventh instant, was largely
attended, and a grand success throughout. Lib
eral hospitalities were extended the fraternity by
the generous proprietors of the Constitution and
Herald, and the brethren with one voice are loud
in glorifying the occasion. The excursion to
Toccoa Falls, under the management and at the
expense of the Constitution, was highly enjoyed.
All these things took place on the mailing days
in this office, which prevented us from partici
pating.
Is the Sun Wearing: Out ’ — The savans tell
us the sun is slowly and surely wearing out —
that the great fountain of heat is cooling, and
that some time in the remote future we shall all
be frozen out. It may be true, but it hardly
looks like it this July day, with the weather so
hot that a grasshopper cannot chirp in the shade,
while the buckets full of blackberries cook into
jam on the heads of the hare-foot urchins who
bring them to town. Old Sol wearing out indeed
He has plenty of caloric and to spare to-day.
Hot, dull and dusty! nothing stirring except
fans and flies; ice-cream and paper collars melt-
or of her own inward craving) leads her out of
the beaten path of woman’s experience into oc
cupations that are yet suited to her capacity.
It is not our aim to restrict the intellect of
woman; we only insist that she shall give it
womanly expression. In politics and in certain
necessary business pursuits of life, we find
nothing beautiful, graceful or womanly; there
fore, we think this unsuited to the female intel
lect, but there are many other occupations which
art not discordant to her finer instincts, and in
these she may engage without fear of losing the
peculiar grace and gentleness which belong to
her sex.
W’oniaii’s True Place — What is It J — This
has been a vexed question ever since a more
complicated civilization has rendered inefficient
the old theory of woman’s universal dependence
upon masculine protection and support. In the
earlier stages of American civilization, the rela
tion of the sexes was more simple. Man was
the bread-winner, the law-maker, the transactor
of all business requiring independent thought
and out-door action. Woman was the home-
keeper, the rearer of children, the engineer of
the domestic machinery furnished and set in
motion bv the industry of man. In the great
business interests of the outside world, she
might be an accessory, but not a collaborator.
As civilization advanced, society became more
complicated. The greater difficulty of living,
the increasing number of unmarried women,
the few avenues open to them for earning a live
lihood, the increased importance of education,
with a disproportion in the facilities for woman’s
acquiring knowledge and culture that would fit
her to cope with men in the struggle for actual
existence,—these and other things called for the
change that was inevitably approaching. Out
of these social complications, there were evolved
new possibilities for woman, and new cravings i
upon her part to attain these possibilities. She
! went about their attainment, however, unwisely
! at first. She pnt forth her claims arrogantly in
many instances, flippantly in others. She pushed ;
j her reform views into extremes, and claimed rad-
ing as the muse of a boarding-school miss; gen- ical privileges before she was competent quietly ;
tlemen lounging in saloons, keeping cool by the to possess and utilize those initiative ones that ! the old, hackneyed, absurd sneer of
.Esthetics of Dining.—Since Margaret Fuller
in the Tribune entered her protest against white
houses, we have had numberless other objections
to the emblem of purity, not in houses alone,
but in dresses, drapery, ornaments, etc. The
sheer white muslins and linens, in which young
girls float through the summer like veritable
Peris, are voted unfashionable: ecru and cream
tints take precedence of the former immacu
late snowiness, so dear to the eyes of the lover
and the muse of the poet. The innovation
is even infringing on the purity of the bridal
dress, and at several recent fashionable wed
dings the brides wore respectively pearl, cream
The broader views and more generous culture and peach-blossom tints instead of the orthodox
of the present day have conspired with certain
social necessities to throw open to women new
white.
Our housekeepers rebelled at the dictum that
fields of labor in which she is already proving pronounced white curtains no longer comme il
herself an efficient worker. But while, as a gen- fil'd, but glaring and inappropriate, remember-
eral thing, the proper and ordinary career of inf?> however, the annoyance ol flies, they sub
women will always be the gentler occupations of
home, there will be many exceptions to this rule—
there will be women whom want or the incessant
urgings or inclination will impel to go outside
the narrow fireside circle and take the place of a
co-worker with men in the world of toil or en
deavor. All we ask of her there, is that she
honor her womanhood by letting it always speak
through her work. All we ask of men is their
acknowledgment of her right to work and to re
ceive the worth of her labor. If they can extend
no helping hand, let them refrain from throw
ing a stone in her path, or from hurlin
Some Changes.—In future, Mrs. Bryan will as
sist the editor and proprietor in the general ed
itorial management of this paper, and her edito
rial articles will appear on this page. We have
heretofore had too many editorial departments,
which have prevented the introduction of a suf
ficient variety of matter. New and interesting
features will be introduced from time to time till
The Sunny South becomes a very paragon of
perfection in every particular. From the great
army of Southern writers, we are selecting a reg
ular corps of the best in all departments of liter
ature and science, and ere long, this paper will
be a true exponent of Southern thought and sen
timent. It is already the pride and hope of the
South in the literary field, and these hopes will
all be realized. Though its popularity seems
to be universal and without a parallel, it has not
yet attained the status designed for it, but it
will surely reach it.
It is unnecessary to speak of Mrs. Bryan in
this connection. All know that her extraordi
nary range and powers of thought, her terse,
sparkling and vigorous style, superior literary
taste and brilliant poetic talents, eminently fit
her to be at the head of such a journal as this.
aid of shirt-sleeves and iced mint-juleps; “tied-
back ” ladies who still nerve themselves to the
serious business of shopping in spite of the
thermometer, perambulating with difficulty, and
no doubt secretly sighing for the days of the
airy, self-ventilating “hoop.”
The “Funny Man” we had imported to fill a
column of The Sunny South writes in despair
that it is so hot in his garret he can hear his
brains bubbling, and begs us to accept the fol
lowing melancholy fragment in lieu of fun:
“Oil, mercy me! what times these is!
They cuts us deep with want's dull scissor;
All sorts of things to live on’s riz.
But the thermometer is rizzer.” *
Human Corks. — The human family has its
corks as well as its plummets. Individuals
whom no wave of misfortune can submerge—
who always keep their heads up in fair weather
or foul—whom no frowns can keep down, no
contempt repress,—these are the irrepressible
people who are always bobbing about on the
surface of society. “Light!” you will say;
“undoubtedly light!” Granted; hut isn’t it
better to be light and keep yourself above water,
might have been conceded her.
But all social movements advance in this way,
by the physical law of action and reaction. First,
the arrow of reform over-shoots the mark, and
rebounding, falls back, but not quite to the
point whence it was propelled; so that the reac
tion gives a gain—after which progress can con
tinue in a nMyF^iM>althy and sensible manner.
We have this gain now, from the rebound of
disgust which followed the “woman slirieker”
movement of which Lucy Stone was called the
representative. We have extremists still—follow
ers in the wake of Woodhull and Helen Nash,
who marshal under their banner of “Woman’s
Emancipation” the disgusting shapes of “Free
Love’’and “Anti-Marriage.” The liberty they
eall for is license; the freedom they demand is a
heathen immunity from all law and all restraints
of custom. This party of rabid revolutionists
is properly a social excrescence—existing out
side the legitimate growth of public opinion
upon the woman’s reform movement. Strong
and sober thinkers, male as well as female, have
now taken up this movement and made it the
subject, not of the flippant and speculative dis-
tlian to be a vessel of weight and go down with ! cussion that was formerly given to it, but of
the first dash of adversity ?
We have often marveled at these human corks, have grappled with it as a psychological prob
and roughly classified them into the financial, lem,— they have searched for its root in anat-
rights. ”
There is no fear of this among men of cultiva
ted and progressive minds. The representative
men of to-day are not only just but generous in
their response to the claims of women. It is
only the ignorant and narrow-minded who hang
to the old exploded theory of woman’s graceful,
clinging weakness and universal dependence
upon men. However “ graceful ” such clinging
may have been, it is no longer practicable: it is
a dead husk of the past.
A conservative and thoughtful writer in the
Home Journal declares, “no man of common
sense will persist in upholding the theory of
universal dependence, protection and pedestal
worship for women, or of regarding reform to
mean ‘attempts to remove the land-marks of so
ciety.’” Social communities in all civilized
countries have outgrown such opinions. The
world moves, and the Rip Van Winkles of society
will find their mistake when they attempt to
“force the life of successive generations of
women into the old Chinese shoe” of helpless
dependence. *
F. Louis Marshall, Esq., our agent in Vir
ginia, will please let us know his whereabouts.
New Agents.—See new agencies announced
in the published list, and note others discontin
ued.
History of Georgia.—We invite attention to
the appropriate and well-written article on this
subject, to be found on the third page.
The Washington Monument.—The article on
this subject, sent to this office by Madame B.,
of Washington City, will appear in our next.
We shall publish it with pleasure.
Miss Laura D. G., of Calvert, Texas, will
please let us hear from her right away. We
have written her two letters, but no reply comes.
She is appreciated at this office.
Hons. H. Y. Johnson and A. H. Stephens.
We publish the following card from Judge Clark
with pleasure, and take occasion to say that his
excellent sketch of Governor Johnson has been
universally admired and extensively copied.
The sketch was also generally admired for its
correctness:
Dear Sir,—I will thank you for space in your
columns to state that in my sketch of Governor
Johnson, I made a mistake in saying that he
and Hon. A. H. Stephens were graduated at the
same time. More than thirty years ago, I re
ceived this impression from what I then heard,
and have ever since taken it for true. The fact
is, however, that Mr. Stephens’ time of gradua
tion was 1K32, Governor .Johnson’s, 1834. They
were.together in college, were close friends, and
within a half year of the same age. From these
facts, the belief grew up that they were in the
same graduating class. It is perhaps not necs-
sary to make this correction, but I prefer to do
so rather than have even an immaterial error
circulated with the authority of my name. This
note would have been ready for your last issue
for my absence from the city.
Richard H. Clark.
political and pious. Barnum is a splendid speci
men of the financial cork,—broke a dozen times, ■
but always rising to the surface—bobbing up ■
with some home-made mermaid, or gorilla, or '
wild man of the mountains, as a bait to catch
credulous fish.
We have a great many political corks. They
are forever being thrown overboard by people
and party; but up they come, buoyed by match
less impudence, and round they float until, in
some political commotion, they once more get
aboard the over-crowded and rickety “Ship of
State.”
The pious corks! We have seen several speci
mens in our life. Their complacency is sublime;
their faith—in themselves—deep and abiding.
The} 1 can fib with the most edifying unction;
they have tears at command, and smiles of broad
est benignity. It is no use proving them to be
hollow; they will float defiantly. Let a church
at one place throw them overboard, and you will
hear of them somewhere else as the upper crust
of sanctity. What a big cork Mr. Beecher is!
A while back, the press unanimously declared
that he had sunk to the lowest depths of infamy
and oblivion; and now, behold ! he is up again,
bobbing around lively to the tune of a hundred
thousand dollars per annum—Plymouth Church
salary! *
Gorgeous Transformation of a Hippodrome.
During the past week, says the New York Sensa
tion, we had an opportunity of appreciating in
full the innumerable beauties of the new and
beautiful Summer Concert Garden into which
Bamum’s Roman Hippodrome has lately been
transformed. The entire building has lately
been re-arranged, and the interior now presents
a view the effect of which cannot even be imag
ined by those who have not witnessed it.
Oiiidaaml George Eliot—We are so frequently
written to concerning the real names and per-
tliorough and scientific investigation. They j SO nal histories of these two well-known but
widely different novelists, that, we take it for
granted a short sketch of each will be of general
interest,
Ouida is Miss de la Rame, whose residence is
at present in Florence, Italy, but who spends
_ the most of her time in Paris She is forty years
center an&r^rLle^feit seat elemental power, is of; old—a fair, aristocratic, rather sad-looking per- | And'yet prejudice aside when we consider the
greater average weight in men than in women; ; son, with an expression of amiability which her esthetics of dining, the idea of the tinted table-
and we find a corresponding excess in the books emphatically belie. “Judging from these,
achievements of men, shown in the enormous > her heart must be full of gall. She delights in
omy and physiology.
Dr. Ely Vjan’lJe Warker, considering the ques
tion, “Are the sexes equal?” reasons from the
scientific fact jtijtt the briin, the great nerve-
mitted to tinted drapery for their chamber and
summer sitting-room windows. But now the
crusade against white has invaded the very
throne of housewifely neatness —the family
table—and declares that the white table-cloth is
offensive to the eye of taste, and by no means an
effective ground for the display ot silver and
china. A writer in the Home Journal urges that
pale green or a neutral tint is far preferable, and
predicts that such colors will be generally
adopted. When we read that article to our host
ess, she elevated her expressive nose with the
at her remark that it was just another pretext to dis
guise lazy slovenliness, since colors would hide
i dirt. As for her table-cloths, white they were
and white they should remain, if every other
housewife in the city should flaunt colored na-
piery from their clothes-lines.
Sootli to say, the departure of the white table
cloth would do away with many of our mast ap
petizing table associations—remembrances of
country dinners served in wide, cool dining
rooms, open to broad, grassy lawns or orchards,
and to the flower-fragrant airs that steal in to
mix with the aroma rising from the ample table
with its cloth of snow, its clean giitter of white
ware and shining glass, its pitchers brimmed
with rich buttermilk and real country cream, its
dishes of home-cured ham, beef and bacon, its
plates of home-made butter sprigged with fresh
parsley, its piles of home-laid eggs and succu
lent pancakes, flanked by jars of raspberry jam
1 and amber honey, fresh from the hives outside,
around which the flower-fed bees are musically
humming. To all this array of good things, the
pure white table-cloth underneath bestows a
; charming freshness, a refining grace such as a
white hand gives to the flower it tenders,
i Why, the spell of poetry, lurks in the white
i table-cloth ! Does not Allan Ramsay, sweetest
of pastoral poets, give us a pleasant picture of
bonny lasses bleaching the linen (for their future
housekeeping) on the orchard grass while they
chat to each other? and do we not know what
pride the Scotch, Irish and Swiss maidens take
i in their table linen, woven by their own hands,
bleached as white as mountain snow and folded
away with sprigs of lavender to perfume them?
labor which has changed the face of the earth— nothing so much as in deadly sarcasms upon
covering it with systems of railroads and canals, love and upon women. At some time in her
with vast emporiums of trade, with monuments experience Ouida has undoubtedly been sorely
of art, and works of science, “which prove that
some factor other than superior bone and muscle
has led to this vast excess in the results reached
by man.”
How far this excess of brain and of achieve
ments due to mental power may be referred to
inherited opportunities — to the centuries of
stronger culture and training, of superior en
couragement and stimulus, which men have so
long enjoyed and in which women have most
unequally shared—we cannot now determine.
That is a problem which coming generations
may solve, for it is plain that the future educa
tion and habitude of women will be such as to
better fit them for doing work that may be com
pared with that of men.
But no amount of training can do away with
the distinction between the sexes, which is rooted
in the law of nature, and we agree with Dr. De
Warker, that this difference is primordial and
eternal. Woman is still more widely separated
from man by her mental traits than she is by
her differences of form. In literature and art
she will maintain a distinctive place, albeit a
high one. She will not think or reason precisely
as man does. The difference, which has its ori-
wounded in her pride or in her affections, and
she revenges herself by the most savage attacks
upon the character of her own sex. She deserves
whatever aspersions are cast upon her name, for
there is no woman living whose influence is
more blighting.”
George Eliot, now universally acknowledged
to be the first novelist in the world, is Marian C.
Evans, the daughter of a Derbyshire clergyman,
and is now fifty-five years old. She lives in St.
John’s Wood, and in her salon is to be met the
most select society in London. “ Mr. Glad
stone is a frequent visitor there, and Mr. Brown
ing is especially fond of both her gifted hus
band and herself, and spends much time with
them. ” But George Eliot goes very seldom into
general society, owing to her peculiar position,
though every one is most anxious to meet her,
and many of her warmest friends are among
the wise and good. Her peculiar position is this:
She has been for years living with Mr. Lewes,
author of the “ Life of Goethe,” though she
could not legally be his wife, owing to the im
possibility of his obtaining a divorce from his
former wife, since, according to English law, a
man cannot divorce himself from an unfaithful
wife, after he has once forgiven her and taken
gin in her sexual nature, will express itself in
The the highest manifestations of her genius; for her back. This Mr. Lewes did, and though she
afterwards deserted him, he could not obtain a
release tVom his matrimonial fetters until her
death, which occurred not long since. George
Mrs. Blackwell (the Rev. Antoinette Brown
spectator on entering is fairly dazzled with the “sex pervades all nature, and the human being,
spectacle that presents itself. Thousands ol no;withstanding the grandeur of his intellect,
beautifully variegated lights illumine the vast must t u u .orm to the inexorable law.”
building; miniature forests are to be seen on
every side; cool grottoes, tastefully arranged ar- j Blackwell) seems to have lost sight of this law
hors, clear, sparkling lakes and fountains, feast
the eye on every side, while at the extreme end
of sexual difference in her recent book, “The
Sexes Throughout Nature,” which is an attempt
! cloth does not seem an absurd innovation. Just
fancy a pale shade of green, the tint of a green
J apple, as a ground upon which to group trans
parent china and frosted silver, and that deli
cate, thin glass, which resembles bubbles of
crystal water, together with the silver grape leaf
that holds the flakes of golden butter, the spark
ling celery stands, and the ruby-colored vase of
flowers that crowns all these appurtenances of
the tastefully-appointed table.
This is a pretty picture for an elegant dining
or an evening tea, but for the dear, old-fashioned,
honest and hearty country dinner, give us the
white table-cloth—emblem of the clean hearts
and pure consciences of the hospitable folks that
sit around it—the pride and glory of our land —
the farmers and the farmers’ wives, their stal
wart sons and rosy daughters. *
Homes for Southern Women.—Below, we
publish an extract from the very many similar
letters we constantly receive. Earnestly desir
ing to be of assistance to our brave-hearted
Southern women (who are so willing to work
and so proudly reluctant to be dependent upon
their generous friends), we would suggest to
our readers who are in need of such services as
are described by the writer of the following let
ter, that they send their address to The Sunny
South, when we will furnish them with the
names of those who desire situations:
“I know that you can and do sympathize with
all Southern women who are worthy of your
sympathy, and I hope I am worthy of*tlie boon.
However, I will lay my whole case before you,
and you can judge for yourself I am on* the
shady side of thirty, and I am happy to say
(when I see how hardly moth.' - • the present
day have to struggle for th little ‘olive
branches ’) I am an old maid. My friends try to
persuade me that I possess none of the sour
attributes of my sisters. Now, those friends
pours a huge cataract, the very sound of whose I to put the female on the exact plane with the
waters suggests everything cool and refreshing,
and the eft'ect of which is very impressive. On
a large platform in the center of the building,
Gilmore’s Twenty-second Regiment band, num
bering over one hundred pieces, discourses
sweet music under the direction of the great
leader, of jubilee fame. The selections are ad
mirable and the performances superior to those
of any similar musical organization in the coun
male—to reduce the characters and capacities of
both sexes to direct quantitative expressions,
and array them in contrast, with “plus” or
“minus” affixed to the elements compared.
We do not consider that any such comparison
can be satisfactorily made, or that any practical
good would result to woman from this effort to
put her powers on the same footing with those
of men. In her estimate of woman’s value to
Eliot now legally bears the name of Mrs. Lewes, _
but previous to this her connection with the ’l 111 .'’ or they ma >’ n °t be in error. I have always
author of the “Life of Goethe” was an unli- Butl do^Xlss7T ° Ver *
rated. Hut 1 do possess one trait ot character
censed one, though society seems to have looked that is not peculiar to my ass alone, but it
upon it with extraordinary leniency, and Miss j must ol necessity exist in the breast of everV
Alcott writes of the distinguished novelist: “All j ! vhoi8 not devoid ° f feeling. It is this*:
try. Regiments of tidily attired and most court- ! society, Mrs. felackwell ignores the maternal
eous and attentive waiters swarm in every direc
tion, supplying the most palatable of refresh
ments in every form and of the most superior
quality. The beauty and fashion of New York
are here to be seen at every turn, and the past
glories of the Alhambra fade away in the pres
ent splendors of Gilmore’s Concert Garden.
The ladies appear to us to outnumber the gen
tlemen, and the beauty and taste displayed in
their toilettes are of themselves things to be re
membered. On the occasion of our visit there
could not 1iave been less than eight thousand
persons present. Gilmore’s Concert Garden will
undoubtedly prove the favorite summer resort
of our citizens, and a more agreeable resort
could not possibly be found.
function entirely. Or does she intend that it
shall be comprised under her head of “pro
ducts”—a term she applies to both sexes alike—
thus generalizing a distinctive and noble func
tion peculiar to women ?
We deeply regret these efforts to obliterate the
difference between the sexes. Rather let women
honor the distinctive attributes of her nature;
let her cultivate the sexual graces, the “soothing,
unspeakable charm of gentle womanhood;” let it
pervade all that emanates from her brain, soft
ening the harsh asperities of masculine thought,
giving grace and mobility to the rugged posi
tiveness of his intellect.
She can wear the charm of her womanhood
even though necessity (of outer circumstances
I 1 wish to support myself independently of the
j pecuniary assistance of friends who are*willing
; but who are not really able to support me°
Every dollar that is consumed by me is neces
sary to the support of the family of my generous
benefactor. He has a large family, who are en
tirely dependent on his exertions. I am wel
comed and kindly treated, but my services are
not needed, so of course I am a useless expense
I take all the sewing I can get, but the recom
pense is so small that my time is wasted In
George Eliot is as remarkable for her plain face this city, the public school has absorbed the
whom I saw loved, respected and defended her;
some upon the plea that if genius, like charity,
covered a multitude of sins in men, why not in
women ? Others, that outsiders know so little
of the sorrowful story that they cannot judge
the case; and, though they condemn the act,
they can pity the actors, and heartily admire all
that is admirable in the life or labor of either.
as for her great intellect, and is quite sensitive
to the fact. Her head is massive, and is said to
resemble the late Lord Brougham’s in contour.”
Poetry.
The Sunny South, No. 15, comes to ns spark-
private schools, and the system of the former is
such as to require comparatively very few
teachers. I am entirely at a loss to know how
tp act. Can you not assist me in procuring a
situation as assistant in a school, or as a teacher
or governess in a family ? Or do yon not know
an old or invalid lady who would like to have a
companion ? I will live with anv agreeable per-
ling not only with rhythm and rhyme, but with SO n as a member of the family and mak * mvself
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| “ Having been reduced to poverty by the war,
I have learned to content myself with very little
ot this world’s goods. If I can be useful to you
in any way, I will servfe you through the sum
mer for my board, if you can pay me wages
from the beginning of the fall. Please, my dear
Mrs. Bryan, aid me if you can in any way. for I
really wish to be usefully employed! Will you
answer me through the columns of your next
: issue? Address • Willie M.”
the richest gems of poetry and sentiment.
Mrs. B. Mallon’s “Phantom Flowers” is no
“doubtful poetry.”
Like the flowers arisen, in robes new and bright,
It comes as a vision, all spotless and white:
’Tis poetry fresh from the heavenly bowers.
Bedecked with the phantoms of leaflets and flowers.
“The Brook’s Wedding,” by Mrs. Mary Ware,
Comes “singing and dancing and plashing along,”
A gem in conception—“a beautiful song;"
Like a clear little brook, it somes rippling by,
Or as gems set in tints of the soft blue sky. S.