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8 [For The Sunny South.] THE TEXAS SOUTHER. BY HOUSTONIA. Level and large is the prairie seen. With one gray, leafless tree. The norther sweeps o’er the grasses green— O’er bluets and buttercups swaying between; The wind iB cold and cruel and keen— A little bird sings from the tree. So life lies level and long, and the feet Are worn ere death may free. What lasts thro’ it all but the pulse’s beat? Its morning dreams are withered by heat,— Its joys are dead in the winter's sleet; Will the northwind then even a buttercup meet, Or a bird on a lonely tree ? Who listens at all to the mocking-bird’s lay, Or cares what his life may be? And the delicate things that enamel my way— Beings of balmy and beautiful May— Crept they not out for the life-giving ray ?— The glow and the glory of generous day ? What they have found we see! reach them ? for ambitious as I am, the way is rugged and weary, and I ? I am tired and young; the last at least you will acknowledge to be a pa thetic excuse. “In the dusk of the summer dawn, when its shadows were only faintly illumined by the light of the coming day, the girl laid down her pen and knelt at the window, a smile of gladness transfiguring the meditative face. The work of years was ended, her book was finished. A noble life spoke through it, and her youth was like a flower bruised between the leaves to make ! it fragrant. Her genius cried through it for light as Goethe’s did in death—the yearning of a great soul filled it from beginning to end.” [For The Sunny South.] MARKET REPORT OF FASHION. PREPARED BY DELL ARLINGTON. And this is the whole of their life! No sight 'Of butterfly, swallow or bee; No summer with warmth, light, spicery bright; No music at evening—no dawning’s delight; No zephyr's caress in the soft, dewy night; Only the norther—the bitter, the blight,— Only one bird on the tree! Listen! the music is swelling his throat, Falling like incense on me. In the spell of that liquid and rapturous note, The wind is unheard,—into balm do I float. Ah, beam-blinded! who would pull out the dim mote From my vision, more truly to see ? I read the same dream in the bluet's blue eyes— The buttercups smile up at me; And here all around me the beautiful rise— The true and the good,—the divine never dies;— All I've loved gather under these Texan skies— The mocking-bird, blossoms and I; we are wise, And the tree is a Paradise tree. THE YOUNGAUTHORESS. A FRAGMENT. Brains—Middling; none offered of best quality. Modesty—Quiet; sales dull. Domestic Economy—None in market. Conjugal Love—Small stock on band. Religion—Not much old-fashioned. “ Home, Sweet Home”—Gone up the spout. Bloom of Yopth— Market stocked, but the de mand exceeding the supply. Dead Folks’Hair—Still commands a good price. Disinterested Friends—“None guilty.” Balls, Hops, YVatteaux, etc.—Brisk and steady. “Charity that is Kind ’’— Quoted somewhere in that old-fashioned book, the Bible. Home Amusements—Rather dull. The Snob Family—Controls the market. Prudence and Propriety—Out of “ style.” Vocal Music—We quote a little screeching, a little squalling, and considerable howling. Instrumental Music—None in market but the tremendous operatic. Platonic Affection—Market active and steady. Diamonds—Greatly in demand, either real or spurious. Laces—Real point steady at a high figure. Babies—Market only moderately active. Current Literature—“Blood and thunder” stories and sensational French novels much in demand. Summer Resorts—Stocked with invalids, fast women, shoddy belles, bogus millionaires, pick-pockets, block-heads, and some of the Dent family. Imitation Jewelry—Heavy sales; prices firm at the “Dollar Stores.” Slander—Sales very heavy. “Faith Mills,” a young Southern writer deeply A Virtuous Woman—“ Her price is far above ru- enthused with the profession she has chosen. bies. , ,. . . .. i , , “Love s Young Dream —l ide Tom Moore, sends us a few specimen sheets of a book she FLntTATIoNS _ UnilS u all y active among both mar- lias written “out of the depths of her heart,” ried and single. and, as it seemed to her, from the necessity of Marriage—Demands high; figures, say one mil- rFor The Sunny South.] ANSWER TO ENIGMA IN NO. 15. Silently over the face of the earth Droop the wings of the darkening night; And as a sweet peace to our spirit comes, We reflect in the fast fading light. In chaos night dwelt till God’s wak’ning word Pierced the “solitude, silence and dearth,’’ And from it called forth the glorious light To welcome the birth of the earth. The still evening twilight, the calm break of day, Clothe the brow and the feet of this queen; And in the fair heavens bounding her realm, Moon and*stars scintillating are seen. High though the heavens, the dark shadows fall, And the darkness and sleep oft conceal The theft of our gold, the assassin's dark deed, Which the brightness of day would reveal. In the days of childhood, the darkness we fear, And terrors and ghosts fill the mind; But in sorrow we long for the shades of the night, And sleep is her handmaid most kind. But day is the time for good words and deeds, Yet the sister of night she may be. Night falls, the day dies—day comes, the night speeds;— The enigma is solved, as you see. ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS. Hold Awhile.—Questions come too thick. YVe have now nearly one hundred on hand awaiting answers. Give us a little time to catch up. Questions on Postal Cards.—To receive answers to questions, they must not be written on postal cards. There must be room enough on the same sheet for the answer, as we cannot copy the ques tions. Susie, of Perry, asks: “Is it proper to wear a man’s ring before we are engaged? It is beauti ful, and I want to wear it ?” . . . It is not proper. If yon can’t wear a ring of your own, don't wear any at all; and be sure not to wear brass rings nor pinchbeck jewelry of any kind. Lorenzo Baldwin, Harmony Grove, Ga., asks; “ On which finger should a young lady wear an engagement ring?” . . . The engagement ring is worn on the third finger, and the marriage ring on the first or index finger. There was an old custom of wearing it on the second or middle finger, from an idea that an artery ran from that finger direct to the heart. J. A. B., Burke county, says: “Please let me know what will remove freckles from the face and hands. My sweetheart is terribly worried on account of having them. Letus know through the column of your valuable paper, for we are both subscribers and will be sure to see the re- CHAT WITH CONTRIBUTORS. J. B. McPherson, Hatcher’s Station, says-: “My partner and I had an argument about how the water got into the clouds. He contended that it went up in mist, and I that it was drawn up by the sun in water-spouts. And then about fish and frogs raining down, he contended that they did not, and I that they did. But we could not settle it, and we decided to leave the ques tion with you to settle for us in your next issue of The Sunny South.” . . . Your partner is nearer the truth. There is always more or less moisture in the atmosphere, and by the action of the sun upon large bodies of water, evapora tion is produced, which manifests itself in mists, fogs, etc., and these are formed into clouds, and by condensation (which takes place when warm and cold currents of air come in contact), the moisture is precipitated in rain. As to frogs and fish falling, we are entirely incredulous, for we have yet to find the first party who ever saw one fall from the clouds. A rainy day, however, furnishes a good time for frogs to show them selves, while it is possible that a fish might be caught up in water-spouts .and carried into the air. YVater-spouts are produced, as is supposed, by whirlwinds passing over the ocean, and by the force of their motion, carrying a volume of . water »with them. When these are broken by any cause, they fall sometimes on land, but not in rain, but in a great volume, doing great dam age to the particular locality over which they may chance to be. If the sun has any sucking apparatus for draining water, we are not apprised of it. There would have to be tubs, barrels or vats for the spouts to empty in, as it is not rea- MANUSURIPTS. Our contributors must be patient, now busy in assorting and examining the large The Sunny South. YVe shall give each week a list of such articles as have been read and ac cepted. Those declined will be returned to their authors on the reception of stamps to pre her being. “Tell me if it is possible for me to become a writer—if I may ever hope to please an enlight ened public,” she asks of us so earnestly that we venture to lay one of the fragments before the “public,” that they may decide the question whether her work shall see the light or be set in the chamber of her past with its “face to the wall.” The fragment is descriptive of the way in which a young isolated mind takes tip the “habit of the pen ” as a vent to thoughts and feelings which find no sympathy among those with whom her lot is cast. It reads like a per sonal experience—a leaf from the writer’s own life: “Gifted, impassioned and young, she, Ylig- non, ‘lived her life and dreamed her dreams,’ alone and misunderstood, in an isolation that was profoundly sad for one of her years. YY'ith the intellect of a Corinne and the soul of a Sappho, it was strange that she should so often miss appreciation from others; but she bore it with a patience that was very proud lion or more. Divorces—Market brisk at easy prices. Answers to tile Geographical Enigma. Several solutions of Dr. Low’s enigma, which appeared in the last issue, have been received. The Doctor thinks there are more sharp people in the South than anywhere in the world. Miss Rowena J. Hanes, of Jonesboro; Miss Lula J. Grayson, of Bland C. H., Y'irginia.; C. A. Davis, of Monroe,- Georgia; Mrs. S., of Fair- burn, Georgia; Yliss Lucy E. Bruce, of Bain- bridge. Georgia; Frank L. Pride, of Dawson, Georgia, and Master Allen B. Hall, of Cutlibert, Georgia, all send correct solutions, of which the following is a correct copy: I am composed of fifteen letters. My 1, 2, 4, 14,15, is a county in Georgia—Jones. My 2,13, 6, 5,12, is a city in Nebraska —Omaha. My 3,14,12, 8, 4, 14, is a small town in Texas— Hearne. My 4, 14, 2, 15, 3, 2, is a village in South Mis- a resigns- souri—Neosho. town in Louisiana— ceipt.” . . . Sour milk rubbed on before going to bed is recommended. A weak solution of sonable to suppose that clouds, which are noth- benzoin is also good. ing more than vapor charged with moisture, P., Atlanta, asks: “YYill you please inform could hold a great volume of water suddenly YVe are me through the columns of your mnch-appreci- poured into them as from a river. ated paper whether Governor Browni, the offici- 0 ur miserable Savannah frien(1> “Donald,” quantity of manuscript that has accumulated stilTlives^as ^Disinformation' desired if import! a f,l contribute fo his wan^^^^ 126 Wlth tlm during a considerable period of unavoidable ant.” . . . Hon. A. G. Brown was Governor of ‘ Arbei.le Gervase! of Notasulga savs: “Fate neglect of the correspondence department of | Mississippi before the war. but not during nor itself seems to move me this beautiful eve, and a since that time. His residence was Gallatin, j s t ran ge, indefinable something seems to sav so Mississippi. He now resides at Canton, and will softly> answer that advertisement of the lone be in Jackson on the third of next month. castaway, YVilliam H. Donald, jr., Savannah. Mignonette, Plattville. asks: “Do you think Now, if he is truly a gentleman in the noblest it imprudent for a young lady to correspond with acceptation of that meaning word, then, even pav the postage. Many of these have for their a gentleman when she has no idea of marrying though beauty, and wealth may not be his, I ,‘ . ,■ ,, ■ , . . . , him—just writing for pastime? Ought girls , might possibly l>e persuaded to have compas- chiet defect to^great length and a want of con- j nv p e g eI1 tlemen to call again when they have sion on his deplorable condition, and like atrue densation. called to see them once?” ... 1. It depends angel of the home and fireside, so enhance life’s contributions accepted. upon the character of the correspondence. If fleeting hours as to make him exclaim in perfect “ Angels’Mission;” “The Photograph Album;” i properly conducted, a correspondence may be ecstacy: ‘ This world is indeed beautiful. Oh! “Cloud Pictures;” “Self-Conceit;” “ThatBaby;” of great practical benefit to both parties, and it God, I thank thee that I live !’” “Light in Darkness;” “YVhere is Heaven?” would be a good thing for young ladies and Then E. R. S., of Forsyth, says: “YVhile “My Ships;” “YVortli YVinning;” “The Press young gentlemen to correspond regularly for reading your ‘Answers to Correspondents,'my and'Drunken Officials;” “Five Y’ears Ago;” mutual improvement. It is astonishing to know eyes fell upon the lamentable communication of “ The YVeir YY’olf; ’ “Belrieve;” “ Aunt Betsey’s how few, young or old, can writer good letter. YVilliam H. Donald, Jr. True to my sex, my Romance;” “The Name of Mary;” “Experiences 2. No impropriety in inviting young gentlemen sympathies were aroused, and I think it be- of a Postmaster.” to call again if it be done properly. hooves me to reply and offer assistance in pro- ... Palmetto says: “I see, in your ‘Answers to ducing the contrast between his past and future Wallace. Your story is too close an imitation I correS p 0 ndents, that ‘ Alabama Girls ’ can make life - A change seems to be he his chief desire— of Dickens “Hunted Down.. ‘quilts, biscuits, and blackberry dumplings.’ j ** 1S immaterial whether it be a state of liappi- Annie If., Mobile.—YVe wrote you some time Here comes another poor fellow to the front. ness or unhappiness. I am young—not beauti- ago, asking that the MS. be forwarded. who wants to know if ‘they’ or any other girls * u }’ but ‘nice and compassionate; therefore, Rolf.—Your essay is very good, but needs con- can make pillows. I have plenty of quilts, but nary ’ pillow. One would answer my purpose for the present. I am neither ‘fat nor long,' but am a bachelor, just as pretty as the good Lord made me, and make cotton for a pastime.” . . . YVe submit the poor fellow’s case to the girls, and have no doubt some of them can furnish his poor head with a pillow. Should they have no feathers to make it of, they can say, “Come rest on this bosom.” Lillian and Ora, Fort Y’alley, say: “Every r ne we meet on the streets, while visiting, accuses us of being engaged to two gentlemen of this place. Now, you know it is wrong to tell a false hood about it, and it is not proper to say it is think perhaps I can make him in a degree happy. If he is unfavorably impressed with the description of myself, and doubts my ability, I will take pleasure in referring him to a beautiful friend of mine, who is no Jess compassionate, and who is most assuredly capable of rendering him supremely unhappy. I agree with the un fortunate who won the Prussian belle: ‘A thing of beauty is a jaw forever.’ Please submit my proposition to his consideration.” . . . YVe sub mit the case without argument. Marie, the Tnskegee girl, has created an im mense sensation. This office is rapidly fiiling with missives addressed to her. YVe publish „„ „ ... x . j .. ... . some of them. Cine sealed letter has been sent Y\ ill you send another true. Please tell us how to get out of it truth- us to forward to her, but we have mislaid her fully, as we are strict church members. You first letter. She must send ns her address, and tion that was almost grand. A narrower nature I My 5, 2, 13, 14, 7, is would have been dwarfed by the desolate cir- , Homer, cumstances of such a destiny; but already she My G, 4, 12, 13, is a small province of Asia on had won the strength that comes from indnl- China Sea—Anan. gence in profound and impersonal thought, j My 7, 2, 13, 14, is a city in Italy—Rome. And though orphaned as she was, cut off from My 8, 3, 9, 4, 14, is a river in Prussia—Rhine, sympathy or understanding, she accepted her My 9, 7, 2, 4, is a mountain in Missouri—Iron, fate without bitterness, because she had the roy- ; alty to endure, the heroism to wait. But some times the genius within her awoke in passionate My 10, 14, 9, 4, 14, is a river in France—Seine. My 11, 2, 5, 4, 15, 2, 4, is a county in North Texas—Johnson. .rebellion against the monotonous commonplace- My 12, 4, 4, is a cape on the coast of North : sa 3 T > sine© that is pertinent—was published in ness of her existence, and through all the patri- America—Ann. cian pride of her manner, the chiseled fairness of her beautiful face, it was evident that she suf fered keenly and terribly, as those do who will i not murmur. “YY’as she indeed beyond the comprehension of : any other life? YY'as it quite impossible that any one should understand her ? Philip Gor don, asleep where alien summers break to bloom, meant to her only a friend dead, and yet it meant as well the loss of all appreciation—it meant despair. The boy, with all of his princely gifts, won only a grave. He had had a mind colossal, and unique in type as a Max Muller, but he had My 13, 6, 9, 4,14, is one of the United States— Maine. My 14, 8, 9, 14, is a lake in the United States— Erie. My 15, 9, 4, 12, 9, is a mountain north of the Red Sea in Turkey—Sinai. My whole is John Harris James, a popular cap italist and philanthropist. [For Tlie Sunny South.] {Sensible Comments. densation. Shorten it, and it will be every way acceptable. Maggie X., of Xashville.—YVe cannot promise to accept any article without previously examin ing it. YVe shall be glad to give you any help in our power. “A Summer's Flirtation."—YVrite again. Y’our address has been mislaid. The specimen chap ter is sprightly and acceptable. Send the rest of the story. Mrs. T.. Keachie, Louisiana.—Your letter and poem were'reeeived aroV highly appreciated. The latter was on file for publication, but was unfortunately lost, copy ? Glencora 0. It.—Yliss Augusta Evans is still a know it is natural for sweet sixteen not to tell ! we will forward the letter, resident of Mobile. She is married, and her such things, as she wants to flirt a little while i Charley, of Atlanta, makes the following hand- present .name is YY’ilson. She has a new book longer before taking the marriage vow.” ... I some exhibition of himself, and is no doubt in in press, which we are told is to be called “In- There is no way for “sweet sixteen” to “get j dead earnest: “Please tell Yliss Ylarie, through felicia.” YY r e hops, however, Mrs. YY'ilson will out” of such scrapes but to “kick out” and j your columns, that I have fallen in love with select a more fortunate title. It is not long | stay out till she is ready to take the vow. YVait her description of herself, and if she really since a worthless book with that title was pub- till you are through “flirting,” and then, when ‘means business,’ to furnish me with her name, you are engaged, acknowledge the soft impeach- j and I will correspond with her on the subject of ment like a man. There is no sense in telling j matrimony. I want to marry, and she is just stories about such things. That is wrong in the style I admire. I am a blonde, with blue more senses than one. Y\ r e are glad to know ; eyes and light hair (not curly); am five feet nine that Lillian and Ora are “strict church mem- inches high, and weigh one hundred and fifty bers.” i pounds; don’t drink, smoke, chew, nor swear; YIarion, Ylacon. says: “ I am a young lady of i J 1111 twenty-two years old; not rich, but in good seventeen, and have an older sister who is quite I business, and able to support a Mile, pretty. There is a young gentleman in your city with whom I have fallen in love, but he seems to fancy my sister more than he does me; but she is engaged and he is not aware of it. I want to win his affection, but know no means of doing so. A come to you for advice. Please let me know in your next issue how to win him lished by the notorious Menken. Mrs. 1)., Columbus, Texas.—Your “Romances of the Texas Revolution ” received and will ap pear. Thanks for your good wishes and your sympathetic interest in our paper. Your poem, with the prosy title and the poetic sentiment, like a dry husk enclosing a juicy—“pea,” let us the last issue of the paper. “ YVlien will you give us another poem from YIrs. French?” writes a correspondent. “Did you not think ‘Burning the Brush’ a gem of beauty?” Yes; it was full of grace and pathos. It Mould please us highly to hear again from “Forest Home.” A song from its charming “Birdie” would also Bring woodland freshness in its flow.’* I have fair English education, and the girls call me handsome. Now, if she thinks I will suit, am willing to exchange photos and open a corre spondence. Please don’t throw this in the waste basket, for I am in dead earnest.” John Todd, NeWberrv, S. €., thus puts in: ‘It is really discouraging to think that so over. ' . . . Get your sister to inform him 0 f ■ man . v J onn g ladies who -have the reputation of the facts in regard to herself and turn him over ! ^ elI ?g ' er 3 beautiful, and can make such ‘big, — - - — - fat biscuits, should tall in love with the Law- renceville (or Summerville) gentleman, when to you. YVe have known people to affirm that Margaret If, of Hollywood—Your article is ad- they didn’t care much so they got one member «v ‘finds no lack for propositions ’ I ,iral.fi ir, ^infiiinf^with l.n.nnr lmt ol a certain family. This may be his case. nejiueaa^ nnas no lack lor propositions, i mirable in style and scintillates with humor, but “* “ ‘J* ’ must emphatically protest against it: and with your views upon the woman question are too ex- Blanch Darrell, YYest Point, says: ‘Six i yonr kind a8S j staIlce> dear Editor, in making “Some of the merry wives at Warsaw, Ken- treme, and your denunciations ot the “opposite years ago I was betrothed to a j’oung man, whom j- nowil m y G \vn wants, I rise to explain. I am a died in his youth, with all the magnificence of j tucky, have signed a pledge to abstain from sex” are unjust. Impartial observation will his manhood undeveloped. YVhile she lived, purchasing any dress goods that cost over show you that the representative men of the she ■would deplore his loss; the bitterness of re gret would always be hers when she thought of him. Dying, he had written her a note charac teristic of him, and which she alone, perhaps, could understand; and often she read it when she thirsted for intellectual sympathy and there was none to whom she could go—read it and I loved very dearly. Two weeks after our en gagement, he left me for Ylobile, vowing he twenty-five cents a yard.” That’s humbug. What’s the use for a wife to save ten cents per yard in the cost of a dress, when her husband in one day will gulp the value of a whole bolt of calico with his friends at the Star Saloon ? Economy, to be effectual, should be practiced by both. A wife can rarely longed to be with him. Brief and eloquent with 1 save a family without the co-operation of her the pathos of death and parting, it ran,: | husband. ‘“lam afraid (because I know you, Ylignon,) Its l’ e l rt to talk of economy in the dress of fresh'and attractive* and’hint of the'free, genu- that I shall leave the world adusk for you; and ; women; but the whisky that s drunk, billiards j j Ile [jf e of the West. YVhat we need is something I .*' I shall miss and need you even in eternity, j played, tobacco^ that s chewed, and other original and characteristic of our people. A present Gayriffeerfully and admiringly accord to ; would be faithful until death. Since then I have women any place in art, literature or science heard nothing from him. I have another suitor, that they may w in by their talent or industry. ; and all my friends advise me to marry him, but YVe have again given our views upon this much I do not love him—all my heart was given to my vexed question in an editorial in to-day’s issue, first love. Ylust I marry him ? He is very de- T , j voted to me, and thinks I would soon learn to t iara Le < lerc. The Sunny South appreciates ; j ove b j m jf we were married. Yon will oblige your cordial greeting, watted across the broad me mnch by answe ring this?” ... Six years prairies of Texas, and will be glad to receive the . j g j on ,, enoll g b to wait upon a fellow, and the promised “ batch ol stories, whose titles sound false Adonis has now no claim upon you. But if you do not love this second suitor, it is a risky It may be wrong, but remembering what you ! foolery for which money is spent, would, if ex- were to me in the old days when we used* to i pended in dress, clothe every woman from Can study together, I am glad you are frail; life can not keep yon long from me. Out in the infinite I am waiting; when we meet again, I shall tell you what you were to me. Philip.’ “ That was all, and for one year—oh ! dreary, desolate truth ! — she had been without a friend. And so the heart of the girl found the only ut terance, without peril to its sanctity, in author ship—feeling always ‘that hungering outward from the barren earth for something like a joy,’ and yet alone and unregarded, working out her life's young day. There is something very mournful in the necessity of genius which makes a young girl write, for the world is still un changed in cruelty—the world that assassinated a Chatterton and exiled a Dante. And to the gifted among women it is even moie merciless, because it grants, complacently, ‘the compara tive respect, which means the absolute scorn.’” “The truth is pathetic to you, and yet what matter? Have I not, in books and nature, more royal companionship than that denied me? In one, I have always found the fascination of an unending mystery, whether I watched the gray death of a day or the blue birth of a violet; in the other, the matchless charm and majesty of mind, whether it came to me embodied in the learning of the past or present; in one, the sculptured imaginings of God; in the other, the meditations of men; in both, ‘eternities of con solation,’ the incarnated genius of Creator and creature. Judge for me whether it be a sublime ambition ora mournful necessity of my nature— the result of morbid musing, or the following after a peerless ideal, which makes me feel I had far rather, for my life, ‘ to be distilled to a mere ■drop falling like a tear upon the world’s cold cheek to make it burn forever,’ than to live long years, cherished and loved as other women are. Oh! the heights! the heights! Shall I ever ada to Mexico in purple and fine linen every day. Of course there are silly women, and sil lier men, who waste money in dress, but the number is small compared to the aggregate pop ulation of the country. If the men will decrease the whisky, we can well afford to increase the calico. Arnot. picture from real life, if roughly sketched, is worth more than a clever copy. It is our aim to give individuality to The Sunny South—to make it reflect the peculiarities of the Southern mind. Col. L. If., of Jacksonville, Florida.— Thanks for your cordial invitation. If we could only business to wed him. A union of hands without a union of hearts is usually productive of more misery than happiness. Naomi, Bartow, says: “Having had quite an argument with a gentleman on tne subjects, and both of us agreeing to abide by your decision, I beg to submit the following questions, and if you will give impartial answers, I will try to get an- MF.ET ME, DARLING, IN THE DELL. Meet me where the streamlet ripples O’er its pebbly bed so white— Where the tiuy stars are twinkling Through the azure veil of night. When the nightingale is singing Softly through the peaceful dell, Meet me, darling, ’neath the oak tree,— I have something sweet to tell. Meet me, darling, when the moonlight Floods the vale with silvery sheen. And the zephyrs kiss the lilies As they sweep across the stream. When the nightingale is singing Softly through the peaceful dell, Meet me, darling, 'neath the oak tree,— 1 have something sweet to tell. accept it! Think of ocean breezes; of cool other subscriber to joui much-prized Sunny waves tumbling in to break on broad beaches; South: 1. Y\ hat is your opinion of young men more of themselves than other people think of them? 3. Do ladies, with very few exceptions, think themselves pretty ? 4. How do you pro pose to supply vonr subscribers with the full number (fifty-two) of The Sunny South for the present year ? 5. Some of your correspondents seem to pride themselves much in the fact that they can make fat biscuits. It is a very common thing for the girls about here to make either fat or raised biscuit of the finest kind, blackberry tarts that are perfectly irresistible (we make no wine), fry chicken, boil rice, milk the cows, and then have ample time to read The Sunny South, [For Tbe Suuny South.] Robert E. Jackson. His bright life and glorious death are as the noonday sun and a far-off star; while the former will continue to shine on ns and around us day by day, warming us into life and nerving us to duty, the latter will scintillate all the night long as a beacon-light hung out between earth and heaven, and is a countersign to his perfected life in Jesus, and a seal to the fact that there is a home where angels gather immortality. Brother. of delightful promenades and drives; of seats "ho habitually carry looking-glasses in their under deep-foliaged and rich-fruited trees, or ; pockets. ^ 2. Do j oung men^ generally _think under arches of grape vines hung with purple clusters ! YVe sigh as we turn from the picture to the four walls of our “saDctum,” and the prospect of dusty street and red brick without. An editor’s life admits of few holidays, and we can visit “Honeymoon Villa” just now only in fancy. M. S., Greenville, Alabama.—Y’our story has been received, and is now under consideration. You ask: “Are you the Mary E. Bryan who w’rote the poem, ‘EarlDe Lancey’s Bride ’ ? If so, you are almost my literary sponsor. I read that p<5el!r when a school-girl, and loved it so that I kept it always about me—reading and dreaming over it until its vivid pictures stamped themselves upon my mind and suggested my first story, which was published and created for me quite a ripple of local fame.” “Earl De Lancey’s Bride ” stands upon record as one of our ante-bellum brain-children. It is honored in having held its rush-light to guide your feet into the pathway of literary effort; for though this path is often a thorny one, ending in quag mires of failure and with hungry lions (the crit ics, you know,) roaming over it, “seeking whom they may devour,” yet it has its compensations— “its fountain in the desert, its bird in the tree,” and Dr. Holmes’ lament is not altogether senti mental moonshine. You remember he tells us: native of Laurens county, but am now clerking in a grocery store in this place; am young, hand some, and able and willing—yes, anxious—to support a wife. (Ylarie, Tuskegee, fills the bill to a T.) Now, dear Editor, if you can prevail upon her (and if not upon her, then upon some one else as handsome and accomplished) to share my lot, you will have my everlasting thanks.” Edward Claverly, of Ylonroe, then comes to the front with the following tale of woe and ad miration: “I am one of those unfortunates ex isting in a state of single wretchedness, and am too eager to get out of my present condition to allow the little Tuskegee beauty to be borne off by the Summerville gentleman without a single competitor. Now, dear Sunny South, accommo date one of your constant readers and ardent admirers by telling Yliss Ylarie that she is just the style of beauty I most admire—dark eyes, black hair, and fair complexion: and also that I am a young man of medium size, neither slim nor portly, of good habits, moderately well off, and am considered a very handsome man. Ex cuse my seeming egotism, for I assure you I am not the least conceited.” C. YV. Y., South Carolina, says: “ Please inform Ylarie that I am a young man twenty-two years old, and in search of a pretty little wife. See ing, from what she says, that she has completed her education, and is now desirous of departing from the state of single-blessedness and launch ing her bark upon the untried sea of matrimony, would it be doing the little black-haired beauty injustice to ask her to correspond with me, as we are both seeking for the same object—a com panion ?” YI. C. Raymond, of Spartanburg, means busi ness. He says: “ YVill the young lady who signed * Weep not for those whose songs Have told their heart's sad story,— Weep for the voiceless who have known The cross without the crown of glory.” entertain company, go visiting, and keep our i hername as Ylarie, of Tnskegee, in No. 15, please flower-gardens well worked beside.” . . . 1. Our ‘ * ~~ opinion of such fellows is that their heads are perfectly empty, and when one of them looks j into his pocket glass, he sees the features of a conceited goose. 2. Always. It is natural for the young man to think himself of great import ance. He is a young man of consequen *e, and consequently regardless of consequences. 3. YVe believe it is a native weakness of all girls to believe themselves pretty, and it is not objec tionable, for if some of them did not think so, there might be no one of that opinion. But they are all pretty. YVe might prove this if we had the space. 4. The paper will continue to be kind enough to send name and address to YI. C. Raymond, care P. O. Box 83, Spartanburg, South Carolina?” G. YVashixgton Stubbs, a “middle-size man” of Columbus, proposes a coup d'etat in the fol lowing manner: “The spicy letter of your little Tuskegee friend, Ylarie. lias the ring of the true metal; but I regret that she limits the contest for her favor to the great tall man and the little fat man. Don't you think you could induce her to allow a middle-size man to aspire ? and at the same time couldn’t you manage to set those two fellows by the ears about her, so that the middle- size man could snatch the prize while they squabbled ? Besides, sir, biscuit is no object to me, but I am very fond of buckwheat cakes go to each subscriber till he gets his full quota, no matter whether he gets them all this year or me, but I am very fond of buckwheat cakes and next. 5. From your description, your commu- molasses as a beverage. I would here remark nity is certainly the place for young men to go i that no woman who is not fond of rice custard in search of “better-halves.” j can ever gain my affections.”