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JOHN H. SEALS. - Editor and Proprietor. .SIRS. MARY E. BRYAN (*) Associate Editor. ATLANTA, SATURDAY. SEPTEMBER 4, 1875. The money must accompany all orders for this paper, and it will be discontinued at the expiration of the|time, unless renewed. Rooms to Rent.—Three excellent booms to rent, on the same floor with the Y'oung Men's Library. Tile Richmond Office of Tile Sunny South is at No. 3 South Twelfth street. R. G. Agee, Esq., a most reliable and courteous gentleman, is in full charge and duly authorized to transact any business connected with the paper. Club Rates.—Clubs of 4 and upwards can receive the paper at $‘4.50 each. Eor a Club of 5 at $3.00 each, or a Club of lO at $4.50, we will send an extru copy one year, free. OUR WEEKLY ISSUES! OXLY ONE MOKE NUMBER! 100,000 New Subscribers for October. After one more issue, The Sunny- South will visit its thousands of friends every week. Tell it to your neighbors and send us theii; names. Specimen copies will be sent free to any ad dress. We are bound to have the names of all good Southern men and women on our books; so send them along. Don’t wait for agents; make up clubs. The paper is now the pride and boast of the Southern people. It has grown steadily in favor and public confidence, till now it is generally called “ouit paper.” Every one seems to feel a special and personal interest in it. Its suc cess has long since ceased to be a question. Our New Four-Story Building. In a few days The Sunny South will occupy its new quarters, so elegantly fitted up for it by Col. Tom. Alexander, the John Astor of Atlanta. It is supplied with all the latest improvements, and is regarded by everybody as one of the neatest and handsomest buildings in the city. The Sunny South takes it entire, and will occu py all the floors. The Herald says : “Col. Seals will move into it (his new build ing) just as soon as it is finished, which will be about two weeks. AVe congratulate our contem porary upon its success. For a six-months-old weekly paper to need a four-story building is quite a good sign." Postmasters—A Contrast.—Last week we re turned thanks to one clever and gentlemanly postmaster of Alabama, and now we give an ill- natured card from another P. M. in a different part of the same State. He says : “ Greenville, Alabama. “Please fold your papers in proper size ; they come folded 11x15, and it is no part of my busi ness to fold papers. Unless they are properly folded, they will find their way into the waste basket hereafter.” Now, we send just twelve papers once in two weeks to that office, folded 11x15, as he says, and why he should want them any smaller we cannot see. If his boxes are so small, he could easily double or roll each paper while passing it to the box. Wonder if he has energy enough to deliver letters that go to that office? If our patrons there fail to get their papers, they will please call for this postmaster’s voracious waste basket. Baltimore and Bariuim’s Hotel.—We have •’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.] KEATS—HIS HYPERION. 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 less horse. 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- gomery, Alabama. 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 sorrow of «• 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- Applications for Agencies.—Every applicant for an agency for this paper must be strongly endorsed by responsible parties. We want only good men and women to represent the paper, and would be glad to secure one such in every community. 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 none. 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 our people. We have a great deal more to say of Baltimore and its hotels and noble citizens. Our Splendid New Press.—Cottrell A-Babcock are building for The Sunny South one of the largest and handsomest presses they have ever sent out from their celebrated establishment. We shall give excellent engravings of the press and our new building when completed. Special Instructions to Contributors.—Always put your name and post-office on your MSS. When the private letter accompanying it is mis placed, we cannot tell whose MSS. it is. Fold your MSS. carefully and put it in a large envelope. Never roll it. Pay full postage on let ters and MSS. To Our City Patrons. —The paper will be delivered in the city on Fridays and Saturdays. We are trying to deliver them by our own car rier. He tried his first round with the last is 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 Saturday. 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 Mars.” 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 provement. 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 & Crew. 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- xvhere “ 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 away. 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. PERSONALS. lecturing severely (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 Ex-Priest Gerdeware against Romanism. Moody forbids the publication of his life by the Hartford house. Miss Neilson’s sickness cost her 8100,000 in broken engagements. 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- ! land. Gen. W. T. Martin has declined the nomina tion to Congress from the Sixth district of Mis- [ sissippi. 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 piece. 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 army. 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.