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JOHN H. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor. MRS. MART E. BRYAN, - Associate Editor. ATLANTA. GA„ SATURDAY. JULY 24, 1875. The money must accompany all orders for this paper, and it will be discontinued at the expiration of thegiime, unless renewed. Write your name and post-office plainly. Club Rates.—Ten copies at f 2.50 each, if all arc ordered at the same time. THe Richmond Ofltce of The Sunny South is at No. 3 South Twelfth street. R. G. Agee, Esq., a most reliable and courteous gentleman. is in full charge and duly authorized to trausac* any business connected with the paper. 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. Brougliall, Geo. H. Hancock, J. D. Carter, J. R. Jordan, S. G. Johnson, Rev. W. A. Florence, G. W. Claytor, F. Louis Marshall, Rev. J. T. Payne, E. L. Jennings, B. F. White. J. T. Waguon, Samuel Nichols, Mrs. G. A. Boyd, Miss Mary Goulding. LOCAL AGENTS. Elisha Haynes, P. >1., Jonesboro, Georgia. J. B. Reese, Eatontou, 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, Thomastou, Georgia. Nattie Seals, Aniericus, Georgia. C. L. Mize, Dawson, Georgia. Robt. T. Barksdale, Warreuton, Georgia. Anthony Sale, Washington, 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. Miss Lou C. Cassells, The Rock, Georgia. Miss Heunie Jessup, Cochran, Georgia. Mrs. Ann G. Varner, Byron, Georgia. Mrs. Millie Culpepper, Teuuille, Georgia. D. W. Price, Douglasville, Georgia. Miss Maggie Heath, Petersburg, Virginia. R. G. Agee, Richmond, Virginia. M. H. Moore, Hingwood, North Carolina. W. S. May, 'Rock Hill, South Carolina. Thomas P. Slider, Newberry, South Carolina. Alonzo S. Elliott, Huntsville, Alabama. P. S. West, Tuskegee, Alabama. 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. L. M. Geuella, Vicksburg, Mississippi. H. V. Lucas, Louisville, Kentucky. 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 flip rioliAst orpins nf nnpfcrv nml spnHmpnf useful * ~ ^ | “ 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.