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JOHS H. SISALS, - Editor and Proprietor.
MRS. MARA K. BRA AX (*) Axxociate Editor.
ATLANTA, SATURDAY, AUGUST 21, 1875.
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The paper is now the pride and boast of the
Southern people. It has grown steadily in favor
and public confidence, till now it is generally
called “our paper.” Every one seems to feel
a special and personal interest in it. Its suc
cess has long since ceased to be a question.
A Just Admission.—A long, illustrated article
on carictures of women, in Harper's Monthly for
August, closes with the following just recogni
tion of the fact that woman's inferiority in busi
ness careers and unwonted fields of employment
is due to previous condition rather than a natu
ral want of capacity, and will be fully remedied
by a different education and training:
“Equal rights, equal education, equal chances
for independent careers—when women have en
joyed these for so much as a single century in
any country, the foibles at which men have
laughed for so many ages will probably no longer
be remarked, for they are either the follies of
ignorance or the vices resulting from a previous
condition of servitude. Nor will men of right
feeling ever regard women with the cold, critical
eye of a Chesterfield or a Rouchefoucauld, but
rather with something of the exalted sentiment
which caused old Homer, whenever he had oc
casion to speak of a mother, to prefix an adject
ive usually applicable to goddesses and queens,
which we can translate best, perhaps, by our
English word ‘august.’”
Tile Riclimoiifl Office of Tile 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 transac* any business connected with
the paper.
Callie Carson’s Lovers.”—This thrilling
story is continued on the third page.
Gustave Dore.—Dore, the world-famous artist,
whose brush and pencil have realized for him a
magnificent fortune, lives very simply in a re
tired street of Paris, with a studio of one story
occupied entirely as his artistic workshop, but
furnished with a plainness in striking contrast
with the Pompeian magnificence displayed in
the London residence of his rival, Alma Tadema.
Visitors find him busy with his pencil or absorbed
in creative reverie—wearing, instead of the or
thodox artist robe of black velvet and tasseled
cap, a closely buttoned-up blue coat, with his
long locks disheveled and a chronic appearance
of dust and carelessness. When a friend remon
strated with him upon this, and declared that he
looked as though he lived on paint and it had
mildewed on his exterior, he replied: “Ah! when
I am at my work, I am a mason.” Though an
elegant man of the world, he is singularly un
pretending and even child-like in his inter
course with his friends.
Letter from New York.—While making tip
our last form, we received a most excellent let
ter from our regular correspondent, which must
await our next issue.
“Reflections in tlie Shade.”—CoL H. D. C.,
well known in Georgia for his culture and fine
attainments, is writing a series of excellent arti
cles under this caption.
Peasant Poets of Scotland.—We publish the
third beautiful sketch of the Scoth poets, writ
ten by our highly-esteemed and most charming
contributor, “ Picciola,” of Mobile.
Washington Monument.—We publish an in
teresting article in this issue, giving an account
of the efforts of the ladies of Washington City
to complete the long-neglected Washington
Monument.
“A Plea for the Birds.”—We invite special
attention to the excellent and timely article on
this subject. Robin Redbreast must not stop
till the needed legislation is had. Let us enlist
everybody in its favor.
Putting Girls in the Stores.—Colonel David
E. Butler, so well and favorably known in Geor
gia for his splendid off-hand humor and practi
cal good sense, overpowered the recent large
Agricultural Convention, at Dalton, with a sud
den burst of eloquence on education, and among
other things, he is reported to have made the
follov ing sensible and happy hit. In speaking
of the education of our girls, he said:
“North Carolina is ahead of us in this respect.
While our State is educating boys, I want the
denominational colleges to pursue this noble
work as well as the other. In fact, I want to
see everybody educated. I want to see the
negro educated—and let him pay for it himself.
(Laughter and applause.) I want the boys made
into sturdy, honest farmers to a great extent. I
want to go into the stores and counting-houses
of the cities and take every nice young man who
raises a bed of down on his tipper lip (laughter),
and parts his hair in the middle (laughter), and
perfumes his pocket handkerchief with the es
sence of roses (laughter), and sports his little
cane and tenderly buttons on his white hands
his soft kid gloves (laughter), and makes his
boots so bright that a poodle dog can see himself
in them (bursts of laughter and applause), and
turn him out from behind the counter or from
keeping books, and send him to work like a man
in field or factory, and put our educated girls in
his place.” (Loud applause.)
A Great Modem Drama.—We want a great
modern drama. Shakspeare still occupies the
highest place on the histrionic throne, notwith
standing some recent flippant efforts to decry
his genius; but since Shakspeare’s day, there
have been new outgrowths of feeling, intellect
and passion. We want a drama that will em
body the spirit-of the age—the intense, thought
ful, earnest, varied life of the present. Mr.
Tennyson's new drama, beautiful as it is, fails
to do this. Among all the dramatic writers
since Shakspeare, the one who possesses the ele
ments of modern success in the highest degree
is Goethe. His “Goetz of the Iron Hand,” as
translated by Walter Scott, has the fire, the ra
pidity of action, and above all. the terseness and
condensation that recommend it to to modem
tastes. The translation is in prose form also—
the only form suitable for stage rendition. The
blank verse style is a relic of the past, and should
have disappeared with the powder and patches,
the exaggerated rouge blotch and affected stage
walk of a bygone era. The rules of blank verse
(rhythm and measure) are set at naught in
nearly all the so-called dramas and dramatiza
tions of fifth-rate novels that afflict us to-day;
but if these rules are strictly conformed to. it is
held highly incorrect to preserve the rhymth of
the verse in reading it. and still more in speak
ing it upon the stage. To be rendered perfectly,
care must be taken to read or speak the blank
verse as though it were prose. Why, then,
should a play intended to be spoken, be written
in verse? Why hamper the terse force of expres
sion ? Why cramp the freedom of dialogue, which
must often be broken and irregular, as befits
language of passion ?
We have materials for a great national drama
in that succession of tragic events which shook
our land to its foundation and struck the nations
of the world with awe—the assassination of Lin- 1
coin, the death of Booth, the execution of Mrs.
Surrat, and the downfall of the Southern cause.
A mass of grand material! But to arrange and
marshal it in order, to comprehend and recall
the spirit that produced it, and to throw over
the whole the light of ideal beauty and imagina
tion, will require the highest order of genius.
No inferior hand should touch the theme.
scion of nobility, to the effect that he was a vig
orous kicker, and that his physiognomy, the
tnouth especially, bore an astonishing resem
blance to that of his distinguished grandpapa.
We venture to express a hope that this resem
bling member will not follow the ancestral ex
ample by never unclosing except in the capacity
of a cigar-holder, a dog-whistler, or a receptacle
of the strong waters that steal men's brains—
when they happen to have any to steal. ,
BOOKS AND PERIODICALS.
Inebriate Asylum.—The special attention of
our legislators, and of all the people, is invited
to the able and exhaustive report of the commit
tee aj/pointed to memorialize the Legislature
upon the establishment of an inebriate asylum
in this State.
A Clever Postmaster.—Our papers for Lafay
ette, Georgia, were sent from this office to Lafay
ette, Alabama, through mistake, and the post
master there in a kind note informed us of the
fact, and proposed to send them to their proper
destination, if we would notify him where it
was. Surely, such a postmaster is an honor to
the department, and we return him, thus pub
licly, our warmest thanks.
“Honor Thy Father,” etc.—A certain mer
chant not a thousand miles away, who pays taxes
on a hundred and fifty thousand dollars and . , , ,
i u e , , , ,, , , i so patiently and delicately perform the nameless
has an old father starving on a back alley, took ■ , .. ,, , . ... . „ ....
* littln oltnntiATio tliot an ltirnlid vnAnirno 9 W It a
Where Her Best Charm Lies. — Woman’s
loveliest mission is the briglitener of existence—
the mission of the star to smile behind every
cloud. Her presence ought always to carry with
it moral perfume and beauty,—the fragrance of
gentle deeds, of kind words fitly spoken to
stricken or despairing hearts, pleasant smiles,
and the indefinable, elevating charm of purity
and refinement.
Nor must this brightening and cheering influ
ence be a holiday charm—worn for the outside
world, but laid away as too costly for home use.
It is at home it is most needed,—to dispel the
clouds of care, to gild commonplace realities,
to make the nourishing sunshine under which
children’s minds expand into healthy life. It
is needed as a crown to prosperity, but yet more
as a consolation in the dark days of poverty and
despondency. It is needed beside the sick bed,
when the hand of disease makes the strong man
as a helpless child, and throws him upon the
care and tenderness of woman. Who beside can
a survey of his stock lately, and pointing to a
barrel of sour flour,” said to his under-clerk:
“John, did you try to get that flour off at the
book-binder’s?” “l’es, sir; but they wouldn’t
take it. Said paste made outen it wouldn’t stick. ”
“Did you try the caterpillar pizen agent?” “Yes,
sir; it was no go there.” “Well,” (plaintively,
after a pause) t “you can get the hand-cart and
take it round to the old man. The Bible says
we must honor our parents.” t
little attentions that an invalid requires ? Who
can be so unwearied under the thankless fret-
fulness ? Who can so cheerily hasten convales
cence by her encouraging words and hopeful
smiles?
Watering-Place Toilettes.—We had lately a
glimpse of some costumes just from the hands
of a fashionable modiste, and meant for ladies
about to try a flitting to Saratoga Springs.
The first dress displayed was a summer silk
The Midnight Sun.—With no disposition to
emulate Sir John. Franklin, one can get near
enough to the North Pole to witness some of its
remarkable aspects without discomfort. But the
| feat had better not be attempted before the mid
dle of June, and then Tromzo, in Norway, is suffi
ciently high latitude to behold the phenomena
of the midnight sun. Many American tourists
visit Tromzo for this purpose. The sun does
not set there from May 20 until July 22. A
recent traveler gives this description of its ap
pearance:
“On the night of July 1, we had our first view
of the midnight sun. It lasted only twenty min
utes, when an island mountain shut out the
view. But just then we got a sight of one of the
most wonderful displays of color which the most
experienced among us ever saw. Ahead of us, ten
miles or so, were several lofty islands. Around
these the midnight sun cast a wreath of the most
delicate hue of purple—a shade which no painter
could match, and so unearthly, so glorious was
the sight, that for some juinutes we all stood in
mute admiration.
“We had cloudy weather the next day, but
the third day opened perfectly clear and re
mained so through into the next day. We were
all on deck watching for midnight, and as soon
as the minute-hand of the clock began to move I
into the first hour of the fourth of July, sun
glasses were brought out, and the power of the
sun’s heat at midnight tested. One man burned
a hole in the top of his hat, another lit his pipe;
others burned holes in the dresses of those ladies
who insisted on having some fairy memorial of
the occasion. It was a wonderful thing to see
the sun at midnight shining in all the splendor
of midday. His distance above the horizon was
about three or four times his own diameter. For 1
a couple of hours he did not seem to change his
position relative to the horizon, but appeared to
move, if at all, horizontally.
“The birds fly about, and the cattle feed at
midnight as in midday. We see people walk !
about the streets of Tromzo at one and two
o’clock in the morning, and even little children j
run about at midnight.”
Early Kings of Norway. Portraits of John Knox. By
Thomas Carlyle. Harper A Brothers, Publishers.
Naturally, one would not look for any very co
pious or interesting historical records among a
people living in such a bleak corner of the
globe, walking about in fleece and furs all the
year round, and feeding on fish and bear’s fat
instead of roast beef and French rolls. The re
verse is, however, the faet. The Icelanders, in
their long winter, had a “great habit of writing,”
and being “ excellent in penmanship.” em
ployed themselves with transcribing upon their
peculiar parchment, numerous Sagas (literally
“Says”) or narratives of their nation and gov
ernment. In these records, they show themselves
“laudably observant and desirous of accuracy”—
a conscientiousness which our modern history
writers would do well to emulate.
From these “Sagas,” as collected and adjusted
by Sturleson, in his “Norse Kings,” and by the
learned Dahlmann. Carlyle, has drawn the ma
terials for his sketches of the early kings of Nor
way. He welds these materials together in his
usual forcible and massive way, seizing salient
incidents and striking characteristics to paint
the wild, bold life of those times, putting fire
and vigor into dead details, and giving in flashes
i of vivid delineation, rapid, picturesque outlines
of those old Titans, the earlier Norse kings, who
with the tragedies, crimes and heroisms of their
reigu, loom up cloudily upon the remote horizon
of history.
These sketches occupy two-thirds of the neat
i volume before us: the remaining pages are de
voted to critical comments upon the various
portraits of John Knox (the portraits themselves
1 being reproduced), with shrewd, suggestive re
marks upon the character and conduct of the
great religious reformer.
Livingstone's Last Journals. Harper & Brothers, Pub
lishers.
The many admirers of the great explorer and
philanthropist will find a peculiar interest in
this publication of his last journals, and of the
full account of his illness and death as given by j
his two faithful attendants. Aside from this,
the book has a geographical value and a narra
tive and descriptive interest that will commend
it to. general readers. It is handsomely bound
and embellished with a portrait of Dr. Living
stone as a frontispiece, and with graphic illus- ;
trations of his experiences with the wild beasts
and wilder natives of Africa.
The Odd Trump. E. J. Hale & Sons, Publishers.
A very agreeable, wholesome story, and one
which proves that the author has succeeded in
his design of giving to the public a novel that
will interest and charm without having inwoven
in its texture any assault, either open or insidi
ous, upon morals or theology.
Our Mutual Friend.
This beautifully bound and profusely illustra
ted volume belongs to the new household edition
of Dickens’ ever popular works, which is now
being brought out by Harper & Brothers.
The Fatal Marriage—A Drama. By Gen. Garlington.
The plot of this drama is partly taken from |
one of La Sage’s stories in Gil Bias. It is admi
rably carried out in the dramatization; the scenes
are strking and effective in a stage point of
view, and the language chaste and forcible. We
hope to see it brought out by some enterprising
manager during the coming dramatic season. „
[For The Sunny South
WOMAN’S WORK.
A woman toiled in the quiet, patient way
which best befits a woman. Neither great nor
strong was she if measured by the thought of
those unreasoning ones with whom she brushed
on life’s crowded way. “A sweet, quiet body—
commotiplace," if phrased in the world’s poor lan
guage. This they said and thought—nothing
more, nothing wider, higher, nobler; -— that
world so wise in its own conceits, yet so blind.
The angels looked down, and their spirit vision
pierced beyond the calm of this outer life; they
saw that to which, mayhap, we all are blind,—the
glory of the commonplace lives around us—the
glory of the seraphs who wait the call to heaven.
The woman toiled on silently—no token given
that her life was other than it seemed to the
careless eye,—a quiet, effortless performance of
duties, a thornless pathway, pleasant to the
feet, comforting to the heart. No word passed
her lips of struggles, sacrifices, weariness.
Behind the woman’s life hung a long, viewless
drapery, shielding from the curious eye—in
deed, from sight of those who loved her best—
another life of which they did not dream. In
the dim recess within tiie vail, she spent the
broken bits of days her many duties lett her.
working, working, earnestly, doubtingly. A
snowy image Was growing neatli her stroke;
chisel and mallet touched it here, there, and she
stood aside to view the form. More work still.
And so day by day, year by year, the work went
on. Now she thought it complete, now found
it faulty, and so kept clipping, here a little,
there a little, until it grew, in fact, a very mar
vel of loveliness to her: still it did injustice to
the model in her heart after which she worked.
But the angels looked down and were satisfied.
A very beautiful day dawned, and God’s glo
rious sunshine flooded all the world. The
woman still toiled, a little weary in the heat of
day, but still willing to labor till the cool of
evening came and time of rest. But the angels
saw the tired face, and glancing through the
vail, smiled upon the spirit-image, pure and
perfect in its snowy whiteness. The work was
done. The weary woman folded her hands in
slumber and was happy. The poor, tired body
lay down in the cool, sweet earth, forever at
rest. The soul—that beautiful spirit-image—
passed beyond the vail with the angels. The
woman’s work was deemed meet for heaven.
PERSONALS.
Col. Sam Weil.
American Mock Royalty.—American snoboc-
racy toils panting after European aristocracy
upon every possible occasion. There is an in
creasing propensity to bend the knee of courtier-
like truckling to wealth and adventitious place—
a servile fawning very different from the whole
some, hearty reverence for talent or well-earned
position which is compatible with the repub
lican spirit. An instance of this was afforded
People who do not know Sam Weil ought to.
He has been in Georgia so long that he is really
one of us. When he first came to America he
peddled. In Alabama he made the acquaint
ance of a man who affected the most intense
piety. He was constantly relating how bad a
man he had been, to show effectually his present
piety, and to what lengths the grace of God will
go for a sinner. Among other things, he said
that his father was a tanner, and as dog skins
made good leather for some purposes, he made
a secret trap-door over one of the vats filled with
tan ooze, on which he kept a tempting piece of
meat. Every dog which visited the tannery,
from hunger or curiosity, would nose the meat
and at the same instant sink into the vat. The
door would readjust itself, and the dog was dead.
Mgr. Nardi, of Rome, recently lectured on
“Europeans in America before Columbus.”
Wendell Phillips’ oration at Boston on the
sixth was pronounced the greatest effort of his
life.
General James Shields has removed to Kan
sas City, Missouri, where he has opened a law
office.
Wales will go on a tiger hunt in India. It
will not be the first time for him to “ buck the
tiger. ”
Hon. Daniel Dougherty, “the silver-tongued,”
it is believed will be the orator of the Centennial
celebration.
John E. Owens recently offered $00,000 for
the Augusta Opera House, but it was refused by
the owner.
Charles Francis Adams will deliver an address
before the Northern Wisconsin fair at Oshkosh,
September 28.
Mrs. General Breckenridge will give up her
residence in Lexington, Ky., next fall, and re
move to Arkansas.
The famous Danish author, known principally
through his stories for children, Hans Christian
Anderson, is dead.
A $2,500 monument is to be erected over the
grave of William Gilmore Simms, the novelist,
in Charleston, S. C.
Mrs. Nancy Kelsey, the first woman who
crossed the plains to California, is now living at
Lompoc, California.
James Gilfillen, the present cashier of* the
Treasury, has been appointed chief clerk of the
Treasury Department.
Hon. Fernando Wood will attend the next
Georgia State Fair. General Hawley also, of the
Centennial Association.
H. T. Helmbold, the once well-advertised drug
gist of New York, has just arrived in Boston after
an absence of three and a half years.
Ex-Senator Charles Toby, a well-known South
Carolina planter, died recently from injuries re
ceived by being thrown from a horse.
General Alexander Hamilton, son of the dis
tinguished Revolutionary patriot and statesman
of the same name, died in New York last week.
Tennessee has given her country three Presi
dents—Jackson, Polk and Johnson—and it is
queerer still that they were all born in Carolina.
Charles O’Connor, of New York, acknowledges
the compliment of the doctorate of laws con
ferred upon him by Washington and Lee Uni
versity.
Gen. Joseph E. Johnston has declined the po
sition of President of the Arkansas Agricultural
College, recently tendered him by Governor
Garland.
One thousand American travelers in Germany
alone held letters of credit on Duncan, Sherman
& Co. when they failed. Many of them were
left destitute.
Atlanta Newspaper Enterprise.—No South
ern city, large or small, can boast of more vim
in all departments, and especially in the pub
lishing line, than Atlanta. The untiring energy
displayed by the two large and excellent morn
ing dailies is really astonishing, and in addition
to their morning issues, both send out evening
editions. The Herald has recently started an
excellent and cheap evening paper, and most
laudably seeks thereby to utilize in this city the
unappreciated pennies or copper cents which
Southerners have never learned to value.
And now comes into this evening arena a new,
bright and shining candidate, with visor up and
sparkling costume, bearing the broad and com
prehensive title of Xational American. It is in
the hands of able and experienced journalists,
and we earnestly wish it success. Hanleiter,
Peterson & Perdue understand the business, and
deserve the richest success.
The Homemard Star.—This is the title of an
other paper published in this city, and we are
heartily pleased to chronicle its decided success.
It has reached the tenth month of its existence,
and is steadily growing in interest and popular
ity. Colonel G. W. Hinkle, its genial editor
and proprietor, is an untiring worker worthy of
the success he has achieved. His paper is
largely devoted to the interests of Texas.
We heartily wish all our confreres here and
^elsewhere abundant prosperity.
of white and black check, made with a basque mation as to the weight of this scion of the royal
, ,, , . - .., T , , , „ rro. . . i ---- - , » . , . - ,, Mr. W. W. Lumpkin has been elected to the
by the advent of “Nellie s baby. The Amen- It chanced that this good man, under rather un- chair of English literature in the University of
/.or, ronckn. fairlr /rir + zti/t Limcolf* it, /iroirim, faVOTable cirCUIUStHnCeS to lliS reputation, be- O.nor/.a D, .1 1- / i o, ■ /•
came the debtor of a neighbor. Sam heard of it,
talked the matter over with his friend and ad
vised him to settle it at once. He refused. The
Colonel's only reply was: “My opinion is, you
would sink a dog yet 1” Arnot.
can rooster fairly outdid himself in crowin
over this “event;” the telegraph flashed the
news over the American continent and the cable
carrie 1 it across the Atlantic, with exact infor-
long and slightly pointed in front, and a skirt
(there was no overskirt) composed of length
wise puffs in front, ending in a number of nar
row ruffles, while behind the back breadths were
caught up in two large poufs, and the bottom of
the skirt was finished by a flounce. Between
the pufl's, in front, was a trimming of black
thread lace, and the puffed sleeves were trim
med with the same.
Next came a suit of black grenadine, which
tree. The Jenkinses of the press interviewed
the remarkable phenomenon, and furnished an
anxious public with an inventory of its charms,
its wardrobe, and the numerous presents it had
received. We were assured that it was a subject
of universal regret that the august infant had
not been “born in the purple,”—that is, within
the walls of that “temple of liberty” which the
ignorant masses persist in styling “a den of
thieves,” and where the baby’s potential ances-
Georgia. He is a son of the late eminent Chief
Justice Lumpkin.
A Berlin letter writer states that Bismarck’s
two sons, Count Herbert and Count John, are
exceedingly vicious, and give the Prince (their
! father) unceasing anxiety.
The news of ex-Governor Graham’s death, at
Saratoga, caused a general gloom at Raleigh,
Little Ben is our five-year old, and like most I North Carolina. The flag on the capitol was
Bennie’s Solution of a Meteor.
continues to “hold its own” as the most lady- tor smokes the cigar of “peace” over the coun
like and serviceable of summer costumes. This
one was mounted with folds (not pleatings) of
black silk, and had bows and sashes of the same.
At the neck and sleeves there was a pleating of
crepe lisse.
Another charming costume was a combination
of pale pink and blue faille, with crepe de chine
of the same shade. This crepe de chine was used
more as a trimming than as a part of the dress,
and was bordered with soft, mossy, crimped
fringe. There was no tablier or overskirt, but
the skirt of one was crossed diagonally with
scarf-like folds of crepe, finished on the lower
edge with fringe and forming drapery at the
back, which was ornamented with lovely varie
gated roses.
There were tinted clocked stockings and fancy
shoes to correspond with the dresses; a parasol
of black silk lined with white, and with a pearl-
inlaid, ebony handle; a chip hat with a trim
ming of black silk, black lace, and bright flow
ers—a wreath inside the brim and one upon the
outside. *
oils of the nation.”
Even Olive Logan feels called upon to get into
a flutter at the announcement of this royal birth,
and tells us that the ladies of her boarding-house
cried out with one accord: “Oh! I wonder if
she would let us kiss it, if we should call upon
her and ask her?” And thereupon Olive goes
oft’ into what is meant as a pertinent anecdote
about her once meeting the nurse of the royal
British babies, and having the woman confess
to her that, though she was forbidden to kiss
the infant, she often took stolen opportunities
to vent her fondness upon its feet And then,
Olive solemnly declares that she does not believe
Nellie would be offended at any one performing
this labiary operation upon the toes of the august
infant whose blood has flowed from the royal
reservoir (or tan vat) of Grant.
Snobocracy also fed our loyal interest upon
other crumbs of information regarding the young i
of the “wonder eyes,” ever so fond of hunting
up the stars. One night when we were on the
piazza star-gazing, a brilliant meteor flashed
suddenly across the sky, so bewildering poor
Ben that the perpetual little tongue could only
whisper:
“ What is it, Katie?”
“A meteor,” forgetting, in my delight at the
miraculous beauty, that Bennie was not a whit
the wiser.
“A what?” creeping closer.
“A telegram—a message sent from star to
star. “
at half mast in honor of his memory.
Jenkins avers that Mrs. Secretary Fish has
“large, serious eyes, where smiles mean some
thing when they climb from her lips to sun
themselves there.” That is just what Mrs Cata-
cazy thought.
Mrs. Oglesby, the wife of the Illinois Senator,
is so lovely that a correspondent is puzzled to
tell whether her beauty is in the large, dark
eyes, with their soft lustre, or the pretty mouth
that is always smiling.
Lotta, the actress, is small, pretty, has $300,-
“ Oh, no !” shaking his head; “I can’t see any i 000 in her own name, and can earn her $250 per
poles, and it came almost down to me.
Before I could think of any other reply, he
added, brightening all over:
“I know—I know. Some great big angel
stumped his toe and knocked a piece of the wee-
wee star off.”
We offer Bennie’s solution to the careful con
sideration of the savans. K. C. W.
The Atlanta Benevolent Home.
The Home Committee of the Atlanta Benevo
lent Home, at the Tremont House, on Marietta
street, in view of the many applicants for relief
who claim that they cannot find work, have de
cided to make the Home a medium of communi
cation between parties desiring situations in
service and those wishing to procure white ser
vants as nurses, cooks, seamstresses, etc. La
dies who would like to secure such, can apply
to the committee at their regular meeting at the
Home on any Wednesday at five o’clock.
night on the stage; yet that mother of hers
kinder takes a fellow’s breath away when she
puts on her bonnet and shawl and says: “Oh !
yes, we will be delighted to take a ride.”
The Galveston Xevos says that Antoine, the
negro Lieutenant Governor of Louisiana, was
recently in that city with L. G. Smith, a white
friend. They took passage in a steamer, but
wh< n Smith found that they had been assigned
to the same state-room, he raised a row with the
ticket agent.
J. B. Ford & Co., of New York, charge their
ruin to Beecher. They say he was paid 810,000
cash by them when he signed the contract to
write the “Life of Christ,” and that they then
invested nearly $100,000 in engravings and other
preparations for a very large issue. Beecher
procrastinated, and, after a delay of over six
years, the work is not yet finished, while there
is so little demand for ‘it that it is considered •
useless to complete the publication.
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