Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page.

[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.” GALVANIC_OUTRAGE. SCIENTIFIC TORTURE—A MERCILESS AVENGER. 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- | plied: “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 ; Helene. “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 their person. “Never fear, little birdies,” he said to them. “All I intend to do to you is a physical experi ment.” 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 effort: “ 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 girls. “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.— Police News. 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 Henry. 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 once coveted. ENIGMAS ANI> CONUNDRUMS. I am composed of forty-one letters. My 23, 5, 37, 41, 3, 38, is a gifted poet of At lanta. My 2, 29, 6, 30, 16, 20, 29, 27, was a noted Car thaginian general. My 32, 26, 33, 16, 14, 40, 7, 17, 10, 16, 41, 25, 12, 12, 36, was a queen beheaded October 14th, 1793. My 35, 26, 15, 40, 32, 3, 38, 10, 27, 29, 30, 19, was a French woman noted for her intellect and political influence. 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 composer. 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. CONTRIBUTIONS ACCEPTED. “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 with Charley. 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 rie.” 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 tunity.” 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 of quilts. 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 ries. 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 Pines. 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. Monroe. My 1,19,13, 10, 16, was the first Vice-President who was made President by the death of his pre decessor—Tyler. 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 mankind—I. My whole is the most charming place in the Gate City—The Young Men's Library. [For The Sunny South.] Number Six. 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 prattled sweetly: “My number is six, but my hand will bear ‘squeezing.’ ” “ 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 ner hour. 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 son.” 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 eyes. 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 pounds.” 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 her address. 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 hair.” 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 in Atlanta. 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 provement. is not caught up immediately by a great cloud of pretty girls, then we shall be greatly mistaken. Excellent catch. Ka W. S. Clibehugh’s illusive wigs and toupees, bands, braids, curls, etc., wholesale and retail. E. McNamee, No. 564 Broadway (opposite Ball, Black A Co.,) New York. The illusive wig is the perfection of lit, elegance and na ture, and is pronounced by all who have tested it to be the only one that gives entire satisfaction. The illusive toupee, fitting just where the hair has fallen off, is a mar vel of beautiful workmanship, defying detection by the most critical observer. In both of these articles, the hilr appears to issue from the skin. The partings never stain nor show any mark where they meet the brow, being en tirely distinct from the heavy, clumsy, ill-fitting articles usually made. Send for system to measure the head, and j price-list.