[For The Sonny South.]
TRUST—A RESPOXSE TO “FEAR.”
BY MBS. B. A. HARPER.
From out the everlasting hills,
From space, a voice of thunder sounds:
“Fear not.' the God of Jacob wills
The flesh shall not in darkness dwell—
The soul forever rest in bell,
Nor slumber always under ground.”
When first the great transgression came,
And man was banish'd from the place •
Where be beheld his Maker's face,
He was not driven out alone;
But God would for man-sin atone,
And comfort him fore’er the same
As though he did no mortal sin,
Nor death had crept where life had been.
But man was left a work to do:
No longer fed on Heaven’s bread,
Henceforth bat number'd with the dead;
Where thickly flowers only grew,
Henceforth the thistles’ prickly head
Should line the way his feet should tread.
Yet a purpose these should serve:
To battle and subdue the soil,
To make it yield to manly toil,—
This, this should give the meed of nerve.
He should be brave, and would o’ercome
The vegetative ills beset,—
Should reach the season’s “harvest home,”
The blessings rich of toil, yet.
He should sow seed, and sow’ in trust,
Because that he had not the pow'r
To make it sprout and bear the flow’r,
And then the full ear in the grain.
Should this make him his hands refrain
From lab'ring that was only just?
Silly and weak would he have been;
And yet, O God, the first great sin
Dost blind the eyes of doubting dust
To thee, 8upreme, Holy and Just!
Strange, strange! with eyes, they will not see
Thy power in eternity
To quicken the Dead Dust again,
As thou didst quicken earthly grain,
When these by far more precious are.
Strange, minds are shrouded in dark grief,
Storm-toss’d, without a guiding star,
Through seas of willful unbelief!
What boots it if fair “knowledge,” pelf,
But turns to scorn upon ourself?
And but these tort’ring doubts imply
Immortal hopes are born to die ?
Fears are born o' this eternal truth—
Souls live beyond this mortal booth.
The earth, sun, moon and stars proclaim
Supernal powers of God's name.
Then, since ’tie all of Death to give
One gasp for rest and then to live.
Give to thy doubting children here
' The love that casteth out all fear.
Speak to these doubting souls, O God,
In thy still voice of soothing peace!
Lead them to ponder on thy word;
Then note the place on Time’s record
Where thou dost ever fail or cease
To keep thy promises, my Lord.
And if nowhere this failure rests,
Take them to thy pitying breast.
No more to weakly fear to die.
•‘Come! be not afraid,—it is I.”
SCIENTIFIC TORTURE—A MERCILESS
Just before the Franco-Prussian war, in one of
the most charming suburbs of Paris, there was
a public house kept by one Jean Latour, a wid
ower of forty-five, with three daughters—Hel
ene, Laure and Julie—who were respectively
fifteen, thirteen and nine years of age. They
attracted large crowds of visitors to their father’s
house, for they were exceedingly beautiful, well-
bred and lady-like.
Gossipers said that they were not the children
of Jean Latour, but the offspring of the Duke
de M , one of the handsomest men in Paris,
who was known to have been intimate with their
beautiful mother, and who stood high in the
favor of Napoleon the Third.’ But, however
this as it may, their father, the landlord of the
Grenouille Noir, loved them with true paternal
affection, and he allowed them many liberties
ordinarily withheld from young French girls.
On the second day of June, 1870, the three
girls stepped into their father’s small boat on
the Lake d’Enghein, one of the most charming
sheets of water in France. The two elder sis
ters rowed, while the younger one, Julie, held
the helm. It was a sultry afternoon, and they
finally landed in the dark grove called the “Re
pose of Fairies.” No sooner had they jumped
out of their boat than they were attacked by a
masked stranger, who, with the utmost impetu
osity, knocked down the three frightened girls.
Before they were able to regain their feet, he
leveled a double-barreled pistol at them, saying:
“Mademoiselles, I am very sorry to frighten
you. Rest assured that no harm will befall you
if you quietly allow me to bind and gag you.”
The three beautiful creatures were so dread
fully terrified that they allowed him, without
oflering any resistance, to slip handcuffs round
their slender wrists, and to put rags into their
mouths. Then he shouldered the eldest, and
drawing his pistol, ordered the two younger sis
ters to walk before him through the thicket.
They obeyed him tremblingly.
Alter a walk of fifteen minutes, they reached i
a one-story house, a small building which until
then had been uninhabited. The masked man
pushed the girls into the hall-way, and locked I
and bolted the front door. Then he ushered the
girls, whom he had relieved of the gags and j
manacles, into a back room, the shutters of j
which were closed, and which was dimly illu- !
minated by the blue light of an astral lamp.
Helene, the eldest sister, now said to him:
“For Heaven's sake, monsieur, what are you |
going to do with us: We do not know you. j
Pray do not harm me and my dear sisters.”
He bent a sinister glance upon her and re- |
“Do you know who your father is?”
“Our father is Jean Latour,” replied Helene. S
He laughed scornfully.
“No,” he said with a sneer. “Jean Latour is
not your father. You are the daughters of the
Duke de M . whom the tyrant Napoleon
overwhelms with favors.”
The girls looked at each other in surprise.
“Now, listen,” said the stranger. "I am a j
man who keeps his word. I do not intend to
murder you—far from it. If you will patiently
obey me, you shall return unharmed to Mon
sieur Latour’s house this very night.”
“What do you want us to do?” inquired ;
“Step to the wall yonder,” he said.
She did so. He rushed at her, and in an in
credibly short time he strapped her to the wall
with a leathern thong fixed in it. She, as well
as her two sisters, uttered loud shrieks of alarm.
The man drew his pistol again, and ordered the
two younger sisters to take their places by the
side of Helene. Wringing their hands, they
obeyed. Two minutes afterward they were like
wise strapped to the wall. The masked stranger
then, notwithstanding their struggles and en
treaties, stripped most of their clothes from
“Never fear, little birdies,” he said to them.
“All I intend to do to you is a physical experi
So saying, he produced from a cupboard a
galvanic battery, and fastened the chains to the
hands of the girls. Then he began to operate.
As soon as the current began to pass through
the frames of the girls, they commenced shaking
convulsively. They shrieked and yelled for
mercy; but he did not heed their heart-rending
supplications, and stubbornly continued the
agonizing operation. As the current became
stronger and stronger, the faces of the tortured
victims began to assume the most startling as
pect. Their eyes threatened to burst from their
sockets; their breasts heaved as if they were at
the point of death, and their whole frames quiv
ered in the most painful manner.
Still the shocking sport went on until they
fainted away. Then the masked stranger stop
ped. Seizing a pail of water, he walked up to
the inanimate girls and threw it over them.
Heaving profound sighs, they re-awoke to con
sciousness. At first they were unable to utter a
word, but at last the elder sister said, with an
“ Oh ! monsieur, why do you make us suffer
so horribly ?”
“ Why?” he asked, with a sinister smile.
“ Oh ! pray let us go home.”
“Listen to me, you pretty girls.”
They looked anxiously at -bim.
“ I told you that your father was the Duke de
M . That scoundrel once heaped mortal in
sults upon me. Now I am avenging myself upon
those whom I know that he loves. Yes, I know
he loves you.”
“But we don’t know him!” exclaimed the
“I know better. Many a time has he offered
your father money to let him have you. But
Jean Latour always refused. For that I honor
him. But you—you, his daughters, shall never
more walk about in the flush of health and
beauty. I will galvanize you until your nerves
are thoroughly unstrung.”
The poor girls began to shriek for mercy.
“Mercy!” he replied in a pitiless tone- “I
should have mercy on the daughters of my
deadly enemy ! Never ! never !”
And he began to operate again. Why should
we continue the description of the sickening
scene ? For nearly a whole hour the villain tor
tured the beautiful girls, causing them tortures
t such as medieval executioners never inflicted
upon their victims. At last he stopped and un
tied the straps fastening them to the wall. They
sank to the floor in helpless exhaustion. Then
he said, with a mocking smile:
“ Good-bye, mademoiselles. I shall now re
tire and leave the door open. As soon as you
feel strong enough, you may return to your
father’s house. ”
So saying, he left. The three girls reached
the hotel at daybreak on the following morning
in a state of complete exhaustion.
Jean Latour made strenuous efforts to discover
the whereabouts of the miscreant that had per
petrated this abominable ohtrage. But the po
lice were unable to find him. The three sisters
lingered for some time, and in 1872 they died.—
CHAT WITH CONTRIBUTORS.
Maud Leigh, of Petersburg, who is sweet six- Willie P., of Atlanta, who has dark eyes and
teen and a “rose-bud of innocence," with large hair, and has traveled much, lays himself upon
. . .. , blue eyes and dark-brown, curly hair, levels her the altar, and is ready to be disposed of to any
in receipt ot the remainder jj a ^ erv at Edward Claverly, and hopes he will one who is in need of a good trump. Who
ion. and have placed the ,,1 l,,t t,.- :, ■
Floy Fay.—We are
of “Summer Flirtatio
story on file for early publication.
“ Myra Dodson,” another charming story, by
the author of “Little Lysters” and “Nora's
Elopement,” will be published in our next.
We will publish in our next issue a witty and
sensible story from the pen of Mrs. Chapin, a
distinguished lady of Charleston, entitled, “The
Excellent Judgment Men Display in Choosing
Wives.” Let all our young men and girls be
sure to read it. It is well-written, and is full of
truth, wit and shrewd perception.
YIrs. Henry Wood, an esteemed contributor,
thus corrects our Abingdon. West Virginia, cor
respondent in regard to the nativity of General
Joseph E. Johnston. She writes: “I am a
cousin of General Joseph E. Johnston, one de
gree removed, and I bear the honored name of
our mutual grandmother. General Joseph E.
Johnston was born in Prince Edward county,
East Virginia. The house is still standing where
he first saw light, and is always pointed out to
the traveler and gazed at with respectful, kindly
curiosity. General Joseph E. Johnston's grand
mother was a Miss Fleury, sister to Patrick
L. L.V.—We always welcome with pleasure
the short, pithy articles that come to us with
these initials appended; not only because they
are well written and need no going over with
correcting pencil, but because the name and the
familiar handwriting carry us back to lang syne—
to a keen but kindly face bent over a desk that
joined our own—to the wit that ever and anon
flashed in caustic comment and sharpened our
own by contact—to the true and kind heart hid
den under the outer husk of cynicism. What
literary ambition was ours in those old Crusader
days, oh, friend of mine! How we thought to
sow the world with seeds of thought and reap
a harvest of fame. And now! You, like the
sturdy Roman that was your model, have re
tired to private life, and find it better to culti
vate cabbages than laurels; whilel—have learned
that a child's kiss upon the brow is a sweeter
consecration than the crown of Corrinne that I
ENIGMAS ANI> CONUNDRUMS.
I am composed of forty-one letters.
My 23, 5, 37, 41, 3, 38, is a gifted poet of At
My 2, 29, 6, 30, 16, 20, 29, 27, was a noted Car
My 32, 26, 33, 16, 14, 40, 7, 17, 10, 16, 41, 25,
12, 12, 36, was a queen beheaded October 14th,
My 35, 26, 15, 40, 32, 3, 38, 10, 27, 29, 30, 19,
was a French woman noted for her intellect and
My 40, 22, 18, 4, 1, is something amusing.
My 8, 3, 24, 17, 14, 38, 15, 26, 21, is neither
to-day nor to-morrow.
My 9, 12, 38, 40, 11, 34, 28, is a great musical
My whole is exceedingly interesting, instruct
ive, and very popular at home and abroad.
ANSWERS TO CONUMDRUMS.
Why is a bee-hive like a spoilt potato ? Because
a bee-hive is a bee-holder, and a beholder is a
spectator, and a specked ’tater is a spoilt potato.
Can you tel] why
A hypocrite’s eye
Can better descry
Than you or I ?
On how many toes
A pussy cat goes ?
Because a man of deceit
Can best counterfeit;
And so I suppose
Can best count her toes.
“Keep Your Temper;”
from the Sixteenth Century;” “What Consti
tutes a True Lady;” “The Voice of the Waves;”
“The Orphan’s cry;” “Love’s Miracle;” “Sat
urday Night;” “Twilight;” “Little Hallie’s Pic
ture;” “Sitting in the Cottage Door;” “Howmy
Heart Beat;” “The Chalice of Time;” “Our
Beautiful Southland;” “The Visitor to Porter’s
Springs;” “A Story of Gettysburg;” “Blacka
moor;” “A Reverie:” “Mamie’s Lament;” “But
it Does Move;” “Religion;” “Iconoclast;” “Old
Maids;” “Georgia;” “Mother Work;” “Com
plaining;” “Widow’s Cap; - ’ “Sid Frazier’s Ad
ventures;” “Lost Friendship;” “That Boy of
Mine;” “What is Death?” “Love Pride;” “Susy
Livingston’s Perfidy;” “Fickle Cupid;” “The
Wild Wood Flower;” “Unity of Races;” “Power
of One Thought. ” '
ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS
Condense, Condense.—For humanity’s sake,
do learn to condense your style and express
your wishes in fewer words. We have spent
one entire day in condensing these letters. Had
we published them as written, they would have
filled the whole eight pages of this paper. Be
tween one and two hundred pages had to be
boiled down to get these few points from them.
It is impossible for us to devote so much time
to correspondents. Remember that “brevity is
the soul of wit.”
Two Hundred Questions on Hand.—Nearly
all our space for this department is given up
this week to responses between correspondents.
We have now on file between one hundred and
two hundred questions awaiting replies.
not disdain her on account of her age, for, says
she, this difficulty will soon be remedied—
“ For years like ceaseless waters glide.
Nor can we stay their ever-ebbing tide.”
Pollte, of Opelika, is much smitten with
“Charley,” and wishes to rival Marie. She is
just sixteen, has large, brown eyes, dark hair
and fair complexion, and weighs one hundred
and twenty pounds. Has many admirers, though
never claimed a sweetheart, notwithstanding all
the Opelika boys, she says, are “ handsome and
pretty." She wishes to exchange photographs
Mayday Hartwell, Mattoax Depot, Virginia,
is fatally struck with the “middle-sized man,”
and hopes to capture him by a coup d'etat while
the tall and fat fellows are squabbling over Miss
Marie. She has black, curly hair, large black
eyes, rosy cheeks, cherry, pouting lips, and is
heavy on “buckwheat cakes and molasses.” G.
Washington Stubbs is the jularker she is after.
John S. Porter, of Byron, means business.
He is a business man. Raises corn and cotton
for sale, is twenty-three, five feet ten inches in
height, dark hair and eyes, and wants a compan
ion. All he wants to know is her age and de
scription. “Sharp and quick,” young ladies,
or you lose a bargain. He is determined to get
his cotton out in time to renew his subscription
to The Sunny South.
John Todd, or James Todd, will no doubt take
back all he said in the last issue when he sees
what luck that article has brought him. “Pearlie
and Rubie Moore,” of Forsyth, two young belles
just through college, and accomplished in many
particulars, and especially in making home pleas
ant, are deeply interested in him. One is a
“perfect brunette and the other a blonde,” and
though not so pretty as Marie, they have as
warm hearts as ever beat at hearing the “old,
old story.” Now is your time, Mr. Todd.
Another “Marie” in the field. She is from
Loudon, Tennessee, and thinks she is quite as
smart as the Alabama Marie. Can perform all
domestic duties and keep house nicely. She
has dark-blue eyes, fair complexion, dark-brown,
curly hair, and is exactly five feet high. Only
moderately good-looking, she thinks, but the
“ Tears;” “Echoes boys all say she is a charming little creature and
" gay as a butterfly. She thinks this description
may suit the Tennessee bachelor, and if so, she
wishes to hear from him, for, “being a Tennes
see girl, she feels a deep interest in Tennessee
bachelors.” She signs herself “Tennessee Ma
J. R. J., of Dalton, Georgia, says that on the
twenty-third of January last, while en route for
Atlanta, two young ladies entered the cars about
twenty miles from the city (Atlanta.) One had
dark hair and eyes, and the other blue eyes and
light hair, he believes; but the black-eyed one
struck his fancy, and lie now asks her to send
his address to J. R. J., Dalton, Georgia. He is
a thriving North Georgia farmer, in good cir
cumstances, twenty-one years of age, and gives
a fine account of himself generally. All the
black-eyed beauties who rode on the Western
and Atlantic Railroad in January last had better
count back and see which one came down on
the twenty-third. Now is her “golden oppor
Albert,” a brilliant and gushing young
speaks first? Sing out, girls.
Susie, of Perry, is touched by the lone condi
tion of “Wanderer,” and is ready to sacrifice
herself for his happiness. She can keep house,
and sews like a sewing machine; teaches school;
is only eighteen, medium size, and has hazel
eyes, which are most expressive. She has plenty
of offers, but will accept none till she hears more
of this “Wanderer.”
Leonora Somers, of Cedar Grove. Monroe
county, Georgia, is also moved with compassion
for the “Wanderer.” She can't understand why
he should have been sent where there are no
ladies, unless he has robbed a watermelon patch
or is an itinerant preacher; but anvhow, right
or wrong, she's for him. She is five feet high,
weighs one hundred pounds, is quite voting,
and has long, black wavy hair; possesses many
accomplishments, and hopes “Wanderer” mav
be comforted. She wishes to hear from him.
Clyde Laxion, of Pea Ridge, comes up with
the pillows for “Palmetto.” She is just the
cheese he is hunting for. She has black hair
and eyes, fair complexion, is only eighteen, and
has two large feather pillows which she is will
ing to throw in with some one who has plenty
Another sympathetic maiden, who gives no
name, says she has “two big pillows, as soft and
nice as those his grandmother used to have, and
a heart as large and soft and warm as her pil
lows.” But she begs to be recommended to
some “fair-haired and brown-eyed fellow whose
affections are unengaged.” Here is a chance for
the light or sandy-haired tribe.
More pillows for “Palmetto.” YIelicent and
Beatrice, of Tuskegee, say: “Please inform him
that we have just finished one a-piece; and if
he will send us his address, we will send the
pillows forthwith, with our names on them, and
lie can then decide which of the two ‘brings
him sweeter rest.’ Should the pillows fail to
rest his weary head, we can then comfort him
in the manner proposed by our editor.”
No lack for pillows. Sue, of Dalton, can sup
ply “Palmetto” with all kinds and sizes, and
can make up a feather-bed, stew chickens and
devil-fish, and manufacture pumpkin pies. She
“runs the domestic concern in to-to,” and can
fill the bill.
T. T., of Greenesboro, Georgia—which we sup
pose stands for “Tom Tit”—makes an “off-hand
offer” of himself to Madie.
John Rolling, of Macon, wishes to correspond
with Madie, of Tlipmasville. He is twenty-
seven, dark complexion, black hair, amiable
disposition, and good-looking.
“Candidate,” of Fort Valley, “sings out” in
response to Madie, and says she is the identical
girl he has been looking up for “five long years.”
He neither plays billiards, cards, nor dances
very well, but knows how to be a good husband.
Romeo, of Montgomery, also “sings out” for
Madie, and says she fills the bill, and if she can
“tie to” an Alabamian who has already accu
mulated means enough to keep the “ blue-eyed
stranger ” happy, to address him without delay.
He prefers a private letter stating the prelimina
B. J. S., of Eufaula, Alabama, gives a taking
description of himself and his tiniest love of a
mustache, and says he can sing, play and dance,
and has fallen in love with Madie, of Thomas-
ANSWER TO HISTORICAL ENIGMA.
The following persons have sent in correct
answers: Belle Robins, Guntown, Miss.; Dr. J.
H. Low, Atlanta; Thomas R. Talmadge, Athens;
Miss.; M. F. Whitney, Atlanta; Milton A. Smith,
Montezuma; Miss Blanche Robinson, Hogans-
ville: Master Allen B. Hall, Cuthbert, Ga.; R. T.
Howe, Milner: W. B. Sims, Virginia, and Clarie.
J. M. Me., Atlanta, misses the general at Seven
I am composed of nineteen letters.
My 9, 17, 18. 12, 2, 17, 13, 13, was the Chief
Justice who administered the oath of office to
the third President in 1809, and continued in
office until his death, which was after the inau
gural of the eighth President—Marshall.
My 9, 5, 7, 16, 5, 3, was the fifth President of
the United States, and was inaugurated in 1817.
My 1,19,13, 10, 16, was the first Vice-President
who was made President by the death of his pre
My 16, 5, 15, 10, 18, 1, 3, 13, 3, 10, was placed
in chief command of General Johnston’s forces
in the battle of Seven Pines, or Fair Oaks— Rob
ert E. Lee.
My 6, 13, 4, 12, 12, 10, 12, 12. 8, 16, 17, 11, 1,
was the eighteenth President—Ulysses S. Grant.
My 14 is the most important personage with
My whole is the most charming place in the
Gate City—The Young Men's Library.
[For The Sunny South.]
If her name wasn't Angelica, it ought to have
been. She was as sweet as they make ’em, and
she seemed about ready to float away in the blue
cloud of her own flounces. She swept up to the
glove counter, behind which smirked that highly
perfumed ornament. Augustus Prig, Esq., who
keeps a book to chronicle his lady conquests.
He smiled and bowed till his coat-tail stuck out
like a finger-post: then he ran his fingers through
his curled locks to show his seal ring and dis
play the whiteness of his hand. Prig's hand is
sett, though not as muchly so as his head. She
“My number is six, but my hand will bear
“ Aw ! it will? Give it to me a minute, miss,
and let me see how much, so I can get an exact
fit,” said Augustus with his blandest smile,
which he thought perfectly killing, and a sly
wink at the gent over the other side.
Her ruby lips parted once more, and the music
that issued trem them was to the following tune:
“Oh, no, sir: I will not put you to so much
trouble. My husband will be here directly, and
he'll show you.”
Prig suddenly remembered that it was his din
A number of letters to the “Tennessee Bach
elor” are detained here for want of postage.
Letters for him or others, if sent through this
office, must .be stamped and then inclosed in
another paid envelope. We will address and
mail them here, but cannot pay the postage.
Some have come right and been forwarded.
bach.^i of Fort Valley, enters the field and i ville, and asks for a “correspondence with a
vieic." If mutually pleased, he will find away
to address her in reality. Can make the corre
spondence interesting by giving his “ experi
ences in loving and losing.” He asks Madie to
sing out again and give him her address.
Another Fort Valley benedict has been mor
tally wounded by the Thomasville girl; and if
her description of herself was the truth, and
nothing but the truth, he thinks she will fill
the bill. He seeks a correspondence, request-
ing-ber-to'address “Gerald,” Fort Valley, Ira.
A New York fellow replies to Madie, from
Loachapoka, Alabama, and says he is fond of
blondes; is only moderately good-looking, but
has a model form; weighs one hundred and
takes all the chances. He says: “I am a young
bachelor who is in search of a better three-thirds
to double my joys and thripple my expenses. I
am of medium statue, auburn hair, light-blue
eyes, and considered tolerably handsome. Pos
sess a warm, sympathetic heart, and very lively
and sociable. Now, I am not going into ecstacies
over that Tuskegee girl, but desire to whisper
something softly into the auricles of that little
fairy with hair like knit sunbeams,—Viola, of
Madison, Georgia. She says she is a good house
keeper, and she is a girl after my own heart.
Recommend me to the mercy of the court, Mr.
Editor. I will be happy to hear from Pearl of
Dalton, Eloise of Virginia, and Viola of Madi
forty-eight, and can waltz, swim, play base-ball
An Augusta youth, who is inclined to marry, | and billiards, write love-letters, and drives a
makes a pathetic appeal. He says: “The girls dashing team. He can furnish good Atlanta
“Charley P.” should have returned the letter
he got from this office, when he found it was
intended for the other “Charley.”
in this city are so dull and timid, and so unlike
the ladies in Athens, that life is becoming intol-
i erable. Even at twenty years of age, they are
! clinging to mama’s apron strings and playing
with pa's watch.” He then calls for some one to
change the monotony, and describes himself as
gay, talented and handsome, twenty-one years
of age, five feet six inches in height, and weighs
one hundred and thirty-nine pounds; has spark
ling black eyes, dark hair and military mustache,
which was the idol of his former lady friends. He
calls upon the South Carolina belle, the blonde
of Dalton, and Viola, of Madison—with whom
he is much smitten—and others, to send him
their addresses. He reads The Sunny South
regularly, and expects to do so all his life. Ad-
dresss H. D. Seaton, Augusta, Georgia.”
Two more irresistible creatures, calling them
selves Kate and Bertie, of La Fayette, Alabama,
now come to the front to play havoc with the
boys. They say: “We are two jolly, fun-loving
girls who desire to correspond with a number of
young gentlemen for mutual improvement, fun,
and, if desirable on their part, matrimony. We
are both eighteen, our weight is one hundred
and twenty pounds each, our height is five feet
five inches. Kate is a blonde, Bertie is a bru
nette. We both graduated at the same institute
last summer. We are admired for the beauty,
wit, intellect, sweet dispositions and perfect
forms which we are said to possess. We can
sew, cook, play, sing, dance, and are housekeep
ers for our parents. We have had several offers
of marriage, and are admired by a number of
our young gentleman friends, but we think
* distance lends enchantment;’ so please rec
ommend us to the many handsome, intelligent
young gentlemen subscribers of your sparkling
Sunny South, and infinitely oblige.”
Marcellus, of Rome, Georgia, says: “I am
Nellie V. Alton, a Richmond girl, sends
happy greeting to John Todd. She is a petite
blonde with sunny hair and dark, melting blue
Wm. H. Donald, Jr., of Savannah, says: “If
Miss Azile, Lynchburg, will favor me with her
address, I will be much obliged. I should also
like very much to hear from Eloise, the ‘ tun-
loving Virginia girl.’ Miss Arbelle Gervase will
find a letter for her in the Notasulga post-office.
Annie, of Forsyth, thinking Lenoir too late
for a fair showing at Marie, offers herself as a
substitute, and with a brilliant array of charms
and domestic accomplishments, hopes to suc
ceed in turning him from that animated contest
to one not so much so, and where he may the
more easily win a victory.
Clarice, of Atlanta, says: “I don't want you
to let Miss Marie, of Tuskegee, and several oth
ers, take all our gallants from us, for I want a
sweetheart myself. I have heavy, jet-black hair,
dark-brown eyes, oval face, fair complexion, am
sweet sixteen, and weigh about one hundred
H. G. and E. L., of Spartanburg, South Caro
lina, possessing all the necessarv qualifications, surprised and gratified to see the number °f ; „?] ji’ny'to'd!^besides:inswer miestions
call for the addresses of Paulina and Viola, really splendid girls that are reported in your - * -
references, has plenty of greenbacks, and seeks
a correspondence with Miss Madie.
And now one of her door neighbors puts in.
Is it fair? He will have the advantage, and says
he is really in earnest. He says: “Tell Madie
that I like her qualifications; she suits me to a
T. I am middle-sized. Tell her to address “C.
A. M.,” P. O. Box 10, Thomasville, Ga.”
Just as we expected, Minnie’s first fire brought
down a whole regiment. There are several pri
vate letters here for her, and besides these the
following have been heard from, and no doubt
there are a great many more to report. Bassinio,
of Montgomery, Alabama, says if some “goober-
grabbler” does not capture her, he wishes to
press his claims, provided she will substitute
Alabama for Georgia. If agreeable, he wishes
E.W. D., of Eaton ton, hastens to put in the first
claim for her. “He is the liveliest boy she ever
saw, and said to be smart and witty; is five feet
nine inches, fair skin, blue eyes, and rather dark
Frank Hays, of Jefferson, begs for Minnie’s
address, with a view to a better acquaintance.
Would describe himself, but has too many
charms to enumerate.
R. C. S., a lone bachelor of Vienna, thinks
Minnie the very girl he has been looking for to
keep up his household affairs, since she can cook
everything, play on the piano, sing and dance.
“Young Bachelor,” of Jacksonville, Alabama,
says: “ Miss Minnie shall not go begging if she
will notice an Alabamian.” He is fair, but not
tall, is twenty-two years old, light hair and eyes
and fair complexion; works for a living, and
wants a girl who is willing to do the same, but
can grace the parlor also.
A Columbus admirer is “peculiarly struck,”
but appreciating, as he says, “the fact that the
editor of a paper so popular as The Sunny South
“They mean business on the first floor, and
will soon leave it discretionary with the young
ladies whether they remain in Madison or re
move to Spartanburg.”
Lola, of Athens, full of fun and good humor,
sounds her cornet, and hopes some miserable
“Donald,” handsome “Claverly,” or business
“Charley,” may dance to her music. She is
beautiful as a May queen and has countless ad
mirers, but says her heart beats calmly, and is
waiting like the Eastern pool for the angel to
stir its depth.
Startling ! We turn pale. Did you ever? A
genuine bonanza for two of them ! Now Viola
and Paulina must certainly divide with us.
Magnanimous “Bachelor!”* Hear him: “Will
you please ask blue-eyed Viola, of Madison, to
send her address to F. F. H., Chattanooga, Ten
nessee? If an answer comes in ten days after
this appears in your paper, the fortune of her
self and Paulina is made.”
Johnnie and George, of Bartow, Georgia, two
moral, handsome and well-educated youths,
paper who are willing to share the sorrows,
double the trouble and thrible the expenses of
the many bachelors in the land; and as I am one
of that very unfortunate class, I want to parade
my many splendid accomplishments to the end
that some one or more of them may take pity on
me. I could fill the bill of requirement in the
case of Miss Minnie, of South Carolina, only I
am not tall—only five feet eight inches; have
fair skin, blue eyes, blonde hair and whiskers,
weigh one hundred and fifty pounds. Am en
gaged in the profession ot law, have a nice home
with house well-furnished all except piano. Am
a good speaker, good talker, and have splendid
professional prospects. Miss Paulina, of Madi
son, says nothing about a tall fellow, but wants
a blonde. Now, let me say, that’s me. Now. if
she or any other pretty girl of education and re
finement wishes to negotiate for a fellow of the
above looks and prospects, I shall be glad to ex
change address and photographs with her. The
harvest is ripe, and ’tis time ’twas gathered. I
he asks for Minnie’s address, and wishes her to
address Ernest Du Boise, Box “D.”
Herman Hammer, of Nashville, Tennessee,
puts in some earnest blows, and tells all the
girls that he is at their service. He is rushing
on to his twenty-second year, and is a blonde
with short, curly hair. Wishes to correspond
with Minnie or Paulina.
An Atlanta boy says: “Tell Miss Minnie to ad
dress Charles J. Williamson, jr, and she need
not fool with those Carolina boys. She suits
him to a T, and is not the worst looking fellow
M., of Dawson, calls for Minnie's address. He
is a tall Georgian, but not very fair. Will tell her
something else if she will give him her address.
Another Romeo, from Homer, Georgia, enters
the ring and tells Minnie if she could see him
she would like him, as all the girls call him
handsome. He will finish his education soon,
and then he wishes a correspondence.
have all ready to keep house, except to take up
and dust carpets, brush and arrange furniture,
nineteen and twenty years of age, desire a cor- when I will be prepared for her to ‘come in and
respondonce with Paulina and Viola, and sug- rule’—the servants. I do not drink, chew or
smoke, but am a Good Templar. Will you not
recommend me to some of your fair friends? I
will say to Miss Paulina that I am a reader of
gest that they give them the number of their
post-office box, or some address that will insure
letters reaching them. They also propose to ex
change photos. Should Paulina and Viola de- The Sunny South.” ... If this young attorney
cline. they wish other young ladies to respond,
as they are in for a little fun and mutual im
is not caught up immediately by a great cloud
of pretty girls, then we shall be greatly mistaken.
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