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.SIRS. MARY E. BRYAN (*) Associate Editor.
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•’Trash” and the •‘Constitutionalist.”—A
Savannah correspondent sends a caustic reply
to the editorial which recently appeared in
the above paper, headed “Trash,” and contain
ing some strictures upon the correspondents'
column of The Sunny South, but we decline
publishing it because a reply is unnecessary.
The editor of that excellent Augusta paper is al
together at fault in his conclusions as to any de
moralizing effects growing, or that max' grow,
out of our correspondents' column, and his own
paper shows that he does not believe what he
says : for the said correspondent incloses the
following clipping from a conspicuous column
of his paper, which reads very much like the
“ trap ” he speaks of for the “ unwary.” It had
a large and attractive heading :
“Personal.—A young lady of 18. good-look
ing, industrious and steady, tired of the single
state and desirous of launching upon the sea of
matrimonial bliss, respectfully solicits commu
nications from young men under 28, who maybe
similarly inclined. Address, etc.”
With this “trap” prominently before his eyes
and in his own paper, he cannot be sincere in
advising us to let the “New York Herald's per
sonal column stand alone,” nor in advising
mothers to look after their daughters. If he has
alarmed any of the mothers of Augusta, they
will doubtless look after the Constitutionalist
first, as it is nearer home.
But in regard to the correspondents’ column
of The Sunny South, if any one says or thinks
its tone demoralizing, he or she has read it to
but little purpose. The editor has carefully
ganged every reply by the strictest moral plum
met, and Uniformlv endeavored to cultivate the
that commends itself to our social economists as
being even cheaper than cremation. Their cos
tume. also, is decidedly not extravagant—being
merely a neat nose-ring in the case of the men,
and a fringed belt for the females. They have
no houses but the trees under which they roost,
no tools except bits of hoop-iron thrown ashore
from the wrecks, no arts, no sciences, no vocab-
[For The Sunny South.]
BY J. E. W.
Shelly has embalmed the memory of Keats in
tenderest verse, strewing upon his death-couch
the perfumed tlowers of his fancy, and lighting
up the gloom by the moonlight radiance of his
imagination. The poem of “ Adonais,” one of
, . . .. the highest expressions of his genius, is a fitting
ularv beyond a few grunts and interjections, no tribnt ° to one ! so beautiful and lovely.
religion, no history, no social institutions—"not
even marriage.” The “women go to the wall,
as in all savage communities. They are the
property of the men-two or three of them at
a time — and are set aside when they are no longer
useful or agreeable, as we would set aside a use
Such is the picture of purely animal life and
of an actual “ republic of nature !” „
BOOKS AND PERIODICALS.
Allan's Lone Star Ballads. Francis Allan. Editor.
A collection of tire songs and poetry written graded by the soft pencilings of an exquisitely
Who does not “weep for Adonais”—mourning
bitterly the earlv-blighted bud. that with tender,
nourishing might have blossomed into rich per
fection. and gladdened the toil-worn hearts of
thousands? Who does not grieve that earth’s
brighest children leave her soonest, leaving only
dim memories of their brightness? Who does
not shudder at the malignity that plants thorns
where roses should be scattered, and heaps
scornful insults upon delicate, aspiring genius?
In Keats we have renewed the “solemn agony”
that drove Chatterton to a despairing death —the
sorrow of conscious genius rejected by narrow-
souls who knew not what they did.
The poems of Keats, however imperfect the
hypercritic may pronounce them, are full of
lofty conceptions and rich thoughts, fringed and
, . purest morals. The whole spirit, tone and am-
never visited the “Monumental City.” but its | . ... , ,, , , . . . , ,
J _ bition ot the paper throughout is to educate and
during the war. Some of them exceedingly
spirited and fine. A few of them we have never
seen in print before ; others are old triends, and
have been sung by many camp-fires and home-
hearths. They will be loved for the associations
that linger around them, as well as for their fire
and vigor. It is well to preserve them in a neat,
small volume like the one before'ns
Mansions in the Skies. By W. P. Chilton, of Mont-
This unique little poem exhibits much inge
nuity and no common talent, being a complete
acrostic on the Lord's prayer, in forty stanzas,
embracing some of the most interestim
delicate fancy. They give token of rare powers
in germ. His tender, sensitive heart quivers in
them, and when grief is his theme, the words
come sobbing from his pen. The fragment of
Hyperion pictures, with touching pathos, the
«• Fallen old Divinities,
Wandering in vain about bewildered shores,”
’ ! giving faint, half glimpses of the “fresh perfec-
' tion ” that succeeds them. Grand old Saturn,
monarch of the primeval world, weeps his king
dom lost, his sceptre powerless, his voice impo
tent to command. The rageful Titans spurn the
w-isdom of Oceanus, and breathe fury against
the usurpers. Fit types these of the narrow-
souls of all times, who can conceive of noth-
i • ing higher than themselves ! Clymere flings
^ away, in deepest grief, the shell no longer mu-
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Birth and Death of Worlds.—In this sketch,
we have given a brief glance at some of the ad
vanced astronomical theories entertained by dis
tinguished scientists of the day. Want of space
obliged us to cut short the article. It will be
concluded in our next issue. *
very name should be precious to every Southern
heart. In the dark days of the Confederacy, the
unstinted liberality manifested by its citizens
toward Southern soldiers, going and returning
from Northern prisons, filled the whole South
w-itb grateful applause. “Glorious and mag
nanimous Baltimore” was upon the lips of every
Southern man and woman.
But now is the time for us to show our grati
tude, and we call upon our merchants going for
goods to stop, never fail to stop, in this glorious
city, and invest at least a portion of their funds.
Gratitude is one of the noblest attributes of hu
man nature, and let it not appear that we have
One of the most generous and liberal spirits
in those memorable days was the present pro
prietor of Barnum’s Hotel. He gave his thou
sands to help the destitute of the South, and
every Southerner should stop with him, shake
his hands, and thank him for his liberality to
We have a great deal more to say of Baltimore
and its hotels and noble citizens.
Our Splendid New Press.—Cottrell A-Babcock
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sue, and was five or six days on the route, and
then failed to find many places marked on his
book. Papers were put in the post-office for all
he did not find, and if any subscriber failed to
get that number, we will cheerfully furnish it
at this, office.
The carrier will try it again on Friday and
The Spiritualist Camp Meeting.—The Spirit
ualists and Mesmerists are holding a camp meet
ing on the shores of Lake Pleasant. Mrs. Thayer,
of Boston, is the leading spirit and chief medi
um of the seance. One dollar is the fee of ad
mission to the seances. They are held in dark
ness, and when the order for “Light” is given,
each person present finds at his feet a beautiful
tropic flower or plant wet with dew, and claimed
to be freshly-gathered and conveyed by angel
hands. Unfortunately, it was discovered that
the stems of these dewy blossoms were invaria
bly a little dried and withered, and one large
tropic leaf had begun to rot.
“Red as the Battle-Star of Mars.”—The
poets, since the days of Ovid and Horace, have
ransacked the vocabulary- for pretty epithets to
describe the mouths of their heroines, and fra
grant comparisons to wreathe around the same.
They have rung everlasting changes upon rose
buds, carnations, rubies, wet coral, strawberries
and cherries. They- have likened the adorable
feature to Cupid’s bow—have called it the “rosy
nest of all the graces” and the “ruby bible on
which Love has sworn.” But Joaquin Miller is
determined to get ahead of all these. He scorns,
so he says, to travel in old ruts, and in that new
epic which he read to Olive Logan on the piazza
at Long Branch, he ambitiously likens the mouth
of his heroine to the “blood-red battle-star of
Bather a singular association of ideas—a lady’s
mouth and bloody battle ! Come to think of it,
however, it is not so remarkable. Joaquin’s con
nubial experience makes him feelingly conscious
that the mouth holds a sharp weapon of warfare.
Those who heard Mrs. Joaquin’s lecture two
winters ago, in which her husband’s shortcom
ings was her prolific theme, will not wonder in
the least that the poet associated the idea of
grim war with a woman’s mouth. „
elevate the masses.
In this issue, all the space usually devoted to
“Answers to Correspondents,” has been given
up to correspondents alone. The same was true
of the last paper. The editor has only condensed
what they had to say. He is simply giving
them a good showing, and has too much confi
dence to believe that any- one of them would
seek to make harm of the privileges granted
them. This is certainly- a most innocent and
entertaining species of amusement, and may
easily be made largely beneficial to both male
and female. It is deeply- humiliating to see and
know how few people can write a decent letter ;
so let them have every stimulus possible for im
We beg to say further, that this column is not
intended for critics and cynics, but rather for
pleasantry- and social instruction. If it does not
suit you, why read it? Turn to other depart
ments of the paper. It contains an extraordi
nary variety of matter.
torical features of the Bible in consecutive j s j ca ] j n hearing of Apollo’s witching melody.
Hyperion, the glowing sun-god, with locks of
golden glory, trembles with strange fears, and
shrinks before the phantoms that unwonted
form.” Neatly bound and embellished.
Childhood, the Text-Book of Age. By Bex-.
Croft. Lee & Shepherd, Publishers. Sold by Phillips his“'brighto^SS^direharb^gere of
A Republic of Nature.—Certain of our poets
and philosophers are forever sighing for a return
of society to a state of nature—painting imagin
ary pictures of a community, flourishing in some
isolated spot, untrammeled by any laws except
those planted in man’s natural instinct. Even
Tennyson breaks out into an impulsive aspira
tion after savage life (soon revoked by after
thought), and dreams of some
This is a book to freshen one’s dusty, xvork-a-
dav feelings, like the presence of a bunch of
dewy daisies in a close city room. In collect
ing all the shrexvd sayings and doings of child
ren, their naive unconscious witticisms and per
tinent suggestions, Mr. Croft has done the public
a service, and himself a pleasure, for it is plain
to see that the task has been “a labor of love” I
to “ Uncle Willie.”
Children’s minds are a curious study ; their
insight into character and motives is much I
keener than usually imagined; Mr. Croft appre- j
ciates this, and points the moral more by happy I
illustration than by didactic directness.
The Eclectic, for September, presents a list of
rich and varied contents. Dr. William Carpen
ter’s fine, clear-cut profile (steel engraved) is the
frontispiece. The opening article on Gaspard
coming woe. Ah ! piteous spectacle! A younger,
fresher race has driven them from their former
thrones; they have fallen before nexv and might
ier truths; they have paled before the lustre of
more powerful dix-inities. Respect them. They
once xvere gods, and swayed the hearts of thou
sands. The first fruits of the earth were theirs;
smoking incense rose to them from unnumbered
altars, and they worked the elements to their
will. Mortals reveled in their “golden” reign.
Gone, now, is all their former glory, and “their
places know them no more. ” Throughout all the
past we meet with still and solemn temples, va-
cant of xvorshippers; ruined fanes, xvhere many
a weary pilgrim rested his soul; Loretto shrines,
wet with the tears of sorrow-laden hearts, and
crosses, silent witnesses of divine agony. Eter
nal spirit of truth, that in each age bodies itself
anew, striving ever after a more perfect expres
sion ! The world has witnessed its successive
incarnations, and each time been more madly
worshipful of its glory. “Now comes the pain
of truth to whom 'tis pain.” Other times in the
far-distant future will pass us bv and our divin
de Coligny is one of deep historical interest and ities, and unhalloxved footsteps wander thought-
“ Summer isle of Eden lying
In dark-purple spheres of sea,”
Making Saints.—The savans hax-e discovered
that, so far back as the Stone Age, there existed
among certain Semitic tribes the singular prac
tice of carving round bits out of each other's
living skulls, to be used as sacred amulets. A
great quantity of such perforated skulls has
been found by Dr. Prunieres, of Marvejols. It
is proved that these incisions were made during
life, because, in many instances, the beveled
edges of the cranium had begun to cicatrize,
and very often the loss of substance was entirely
restored. Among the negroes of West Africa,
the custom of trepanning is still in vogue, being
practiced to secure initiation into sainthood. Many
die under the operation, but a few surx*ive and
become the saints of their tribe.
It is to be hoped that the African race in this
country will turn their attention to this work of
saint-making, if we are to have many more rep
etitions of the Sandersville business. They
have relapsed into fetichism—have inaugurated
the Voodoo religion, with its accompaniment of
snakes, charms, poisoning, conjuring, and wear-
mg of amulets. Now, let some enterprising
“brudder” just import that custom of trepan
ning the cranium, and make a few thousand of
into saints. *
Taking the Tail.—A letter from Mrs. Anna
Chambers Ketchum, who is noxv in London, su
perintending the publication of her new book,
gives the following description of the ceremony
of taking the final vows by two young nuns at
tached to the Convent of the Assumption:
“ The service was most impressix-e. The nuns
came in in procession, each bearing a lighted
candle, chanting a hymn, and took their places
against the walls of the church, on either side
the chancel. Monsigneur Capel said mass and
received the sisters. The choir, composed of
ladies of the city and two or three choir sisters,
sang Mozart’s first mass, Mercadanti’s Agnus Dei.
After taking their x-ows, the sisters received the
holy communion, and then, standing in front
of the altar, and in the face of the congregation,
they took the vow of renunciation, prostrated
themselves full length upon their faces, and xvere
covered by the nuns attending them with a
white pall, upon xvhich txvo broad black bands
made a Greek cross. Four candlesticks, xvith
lighted candles, were then placed upon the four
corners of the pall, and the choir chanted the He
Profoundis from the burial service as the sisters
lay in this living tomb. At the close of the De
Profoundis, the priest asperged and incensed the
pall, the candles were removed, and the sisters
rose from the grave of dead things to their res
urrection into the life of renunciation and holy
deeds. Then advancing to the altar, conducted
by Reverend Mother Mary Marguerite, they re
ceived the vail, the crucifix, the bridal wreath
and spousal ring; and then, each bearing a
lighted candle, they went to the ranks of the
sisterhood, who were still in their places near
the hall, and received the kiss of welcome. I
have never seen anything more solemn, more
awful, more instructive than this ceremony.
And knowing—as some of us do who have had
the good fortune to be favored with an acquaint
ance with the interior life and labors of these
gentle and devout women—it was as a foretaste
of heaven, that resurrection from the dead. The
dress of the Sisters of the Assumption is purple
wool, with a white cap and chest-cloth of linen, i
and a white woolen vail. Over this, on festival
occasions and high ceremonials, thev wear a
Never comes the trader, never
Floats an European flag—
Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland—
Sxvings the trailer from the crag;
Where, methinks, would be enjoyment
More than in this march of mind
In the steamship, in the railway,
In the thoughts that shake mankind;
Where the passions, cramped no longer,
Shall have scope and breathing space.”
This seems picturesque enough, seen through
the glamour of poetic fancy; but those who wish
to be informed concerning the real aspect of a
“republic of nature,” and also of the fact how
speedily and effectually a human being can lose
“the glorious gains” of civilization and relapse
into barbarism, will be interested in the history
of a certain tribe, “perfect children of nature,”
who inhabit a remote portion of the Australian
archipelago, near the equatorial region of Tor
res Strait, where, as in Tennyson’s ideal island,
“Never comes the trader, nex'er
Floats an European flag;”
and in the account of a young Frenchman, Nar-
cisse Pelletier, who seventeen years ago was ship
wrecked upon this coast, and was recently dis
covered by a party of sailors sent out in search
of water from the fishing schooner John Bell,
which had anchored at Night Island, off the
coast of Queen’s Land. The men brought the
naked white savage back with them, and he is
noxv awaking from his long dream of barbaric
existence. He had become an utter savage—had
forgotten his native language, lost his reckoning
of days and years—perched on a rail like a bird—
had restless monkey eyes—clave with strong in
stinct to his adopted fraternity, and only remem
bered his relations and friends as beings of an
other world, that must have long since passed
The present mental condition of this man
would be a curious study, but to analyze it
would require the pen of Hawthorne—the deep
and delicate insight that sketched for us, in the
“House of Seven Gables,” the mental idiosyn
crasies of Clifford, xvho, after thirty years of im
prisonment was at last released and restored to
the outer world, that had then groxvn so strange
and unreal to him. The curious abnormal state
of feeling which Haxvthorne there pathetically
describes—the half-dream condition, the won-
analytical ability. Its sombre shades of thought
are relieved by the sunshiny pictures of “Peas
ant Life in Northern Italy,” that succeed it.
This is followed by a learned discussion of the
question, “Is the Church of England Worth
Preserving?” Then specimens of the curious,
i grotesque “Venitian Popular Legends.” with
J comments upon them ; a strange, melancholy
[ poem, “Paulo Post-mortem,” in the vein of
Hamlet’s soliloquy ; a review of “Catharine de
Medicis and Her Times,” by the author of Mira-
beau ; chapters of two new and xvell-selected
nox'els ; papers on “Animal Instinct” and on
| “German Home Life,” with the usual excellent
miscellany, literary criticisms and editorial.
The popular Science Monthly, for September, is
a most interesting and instructive number.
1 This admirable publication keeps pace with the
i advancing age and clearly records every new
aspiring theory that seems to stand on the firm
basis of truth. It sets out this month xvith a
1 fine-looking, genial-faced portrait of the dis
tinguished Julius Filgard, and an address upon
“Scientific Culture,” by Joseph P. Cooke, Pro
fessor of Chemistry at Harvard College.
In our notices of nexv books, contained in the
last number, we undesignedly omitted to men
tion that the books reviewed were to be found,
with everything else new in the reading world,
at the attractive book-store of Phillips & Crexv.
Colonel J. A. Stewart, of Atlanta, has issued a
Centennial pamphlet of fifty-seven pages. His !
whole heart is absorbed in the work of restor
ing the old national brotherhood between the
North and South. The handsome pamphlet !
may be had at the book-stores and news stands j
of the city at twenty-five cents.
less through places now held sacred ! Fortunate
are those who, possessing the genuine fire of
ti'uth, recognize and reverence it, whatever its
form—whose spirit go out into the future and
meet it, rising xvith imperishable glory into the
splendor of the Infinite !
Gentle poet, xvhose pure soul reveled in the
divine images of the God-like haunting thee con
tinually, did thy being also mingle so xvith ele
mented earth, yearning for its deep quiet, as to
“feel the daisies groxving over thee?” Alas ! thy
life was like thy poem—a fragment. It xvas thy
death-song. Thou hast left the earth, but the
universe has not lost thee. Thou hast flitted
like the young Apollo into some sun-bright
sphere, and mingled thy music with its heavenly
motion. Thou hast “died into life”—from the
struggles of humanity passed into Deity. Thou
art the incarnate of some high, far-off’ xvorld.
Thus by “ creating and destroying” is the the
infinite life dex'eloped, and each soul passes con-
tinuallx - from the less to the more perfect.
(For The Sunny South.]
SIMMER NIGHT FANCIES.
The gold and purple radiance of sunset fades
like a dream; the shadows gather, and as I sit
and muse, the night comes gliding up the opal
ine sky, “ stringing the stars at random round
her head like a pearl net-work.” The young
moon hangs her silver horn above the hills, and
her mellow radiance softens the harsh lines of
the landscape and gives to every object an ethe
real beauty. A tender, dreamy influence pervades
the scene; xve are filled with exquisite thoughts
and higher aspirations. It is a time for thought
and for soul communion. The day for garish
Moody forbids the publication of his life by
the Hartford house.
Miss Neilson’s sickness cost her 8100,000 in
Sir Edward Ryan, Vice-Chancellor of the Lon
don University', is dead.
Dumas, the novelist, says that a Virginia coon
is as large as a yearling calf.
Mrs. Abe Lincoln has so far recovered her rea
son as to be able to visit her relatives.
Mrs. Catacazy is said to have caused Russia to
decline taking part in the Centennial.
Col. Wheeler, a wealthy Texas cattle dealer,
was killed by some thieves on the 24th ult.
Alfonso, King of Spain, is soon to marry the
eldest daughter of the Duke de Montpensier.
Edwin Booth’s injuries are not so serious as
first reported. He will fill all his engagements.
Hon. Jefferson Davis declines in a handsome
letter the homestead offered by his Texas friends.
Mrs. Andrew Johnson is recovering from the
shock occasioned by the death of her husband.
[ The Duke of Edinburg has not sold his right of
j succession to the Duchy of Saxe-Coberg-Gotha.
Hon. Reverdy Johnson refuses to stand as an
i independent candidate for Governor of Mary-
Gen. W. T. Martin has declined the nomina
tion to Congress from the Sixth district of Mis-
Jay Gould’s brother-in-law, G. W. Northrop,
of Pennsylvania, suicided by cutting his throat
xvith a razor.
The late Emperor Ferdinand, of Austria, left
fancy, or for ennobling intercourse xvith the
mighty minds that are preserved in the books
they left behind them.
The wanderer loves the night. Its sweet influ
ence carries him back to home and loved ones,
over whom the same stars are shining—the same
moon they have watched so often together, list
ening to the song of the night-bird in the apple-
boughs. If temptations have assailed him and
the world led his footsteps into dangerous paths,
der, the bexvilderment, the effort to rouse from , the holy influences of the hour—the moonlight
the old nightmare, to shake off' the horrible
spell of the past—must be paralleled by the
mental state of this young son of European civ
ilization, whose long s'djourn in the “republic
of nature ” must have taught him strange habits
and ideas; for this savage tribe, who seemed to
have spared Narcisse because he made himself
useful, had very free and easy customs. They
long white woolen robe, very pleasing and grace- disposed of their captives and old people in a
very summary manner, by eating them, which is
decidedly more economical than to build asy-
ful. The ring is worn on the marriage finger.
It is plain gold, with a shield instead of a jewel,
bearing the monogram, ‘I. H. S.,’and inside the . .
inscription, ‘ Amor mens crucijixus’—‘My love is j ^ ums or prisons. Tae sick and diseased they
crucified. ’ ” j threw into the sea to feed their fishes—a plan
displayfor strife and care, and money-getting; b M wiR SG - (m (m to the p which has
the night for study, for musmgs. for flights of a f ready been p ’ aid / P *
Hon. L. Q. C. Lamar, of Mississippi, is the
coming man for the Speakership of the House
in the next Congress.
Adelina Patti is so surrounded with European
engagements that she will not visit the United
States for a fexv years.
Gen. J. R. Chalmers, of Mississippi, refuses
the nomination for Congress, owing to the ill-
health of his good wife.
John T. Taylor, who served on the staff' of
Gen. Sherman, is now under bond of $3,000 for
robbing registered letters.
Mr. Valentine, the sculptor, of Richmond, has
nearly completed a bust of the late Gen. George
E. Pickett. It has been pronounced his master
Mr. C. W. Hubner, of Atlanta, won universal
applause for his beautiful poem read on the oc
casion of the Young Men’s Library Anniversary.
We publish the poem on the eighth page.
Judge Key, of Chattanooga, has been appointed
by the Governor of Tennessee as Andrew John
son’s successor in the United States Senate. The
Judge was a Colonel in the Confederate States
and the melody, and the high and changeless
stars—appeal to his conscience more potently
than the most orthodox sermon.
To the careworn and world-weary, night brings
the charm of rest and peace; to the poet, it brings
vague, thrilling yearnings and aspirations that
are food to the genius that stirs within him; to
the Christian, night, xvith its calm, its restful
ness, its eternal, starry crown, brings a foreshad
owing vision of the life to come.
Camak, August 15, 1875.
Thanks to George Sharp, Jr., of Atlanta, for
a bottle of one of Wenck’s handkerchief ex
tracts. These are considered the finest per
fumes in the world.