[For The Sunny South.]
TAKING THE BABY'S PIC Tl RE.
“Come, nurse, get out Nellie’s clothes,
And bring her in from i>lay;
We’re going to take her picture,
This bright and cloudless day.
Our baby is in splendid health—
She is so fat and fair!
Those round and chubby arms and legs
Ought to be taken bare.
With her sparkling eyes of brightest brown,
The dimple in her chin,
The rosy red upon each cheek,
—We’ll make him paint that in,—
The curling rings of chestnut hair
That cluster on her brow.
She never can look prettier
Thau she is looking now.
Then, nurse, get out her nicest things—
The pretty sash of blue,
The little golden sleeve-loops,
The coral necklace too;
For friends and kinsfolk far and near.
When they the picture see,
Must know what a little lady
Our youngest born can be.”
“Let's take the baby’s picture!”
Easier said than done:
With the eyes so gayly twinkling,
And the mouth so full of fun;
With the tiny hands so restlessly
Trying to grasp the air;
With the tiny feet so willfully
Kicking the artist's chair.
Alluring bribes are fruitless—
Dark threats are just as vain;
What power can charm the infant mind,
Or calm the infant brain?
A happy thought,—perhaps her doll
Will make her quiet keep!
A happy thouyht'f Alas! alas!
She rocks the doll to sleep !
She’s quiet now,—quick, artist, quick!
Pshaw! pshaw! there goes a leap;
I’m afraid that we will have to wait
Until she goes to sleep.
We’ll take the baby’s picture now,
For she has “gone to sleep;”
The lips are closed and silent,
The hands so quiet keep;
The merry eyes no longer
Flash brightly as of yore;
The rose-red from the cheek has fled.
To come back nevermore ;
The busy feet are stilled at last
In their eternal rest,
And the hands are calmly folded
Above the peaceful breast.
Put on no ornaments to-day,—
' They're sadly out of place
With those cold and rigid limbs,
And that pinched and purple face:
Only a pure and spotless robe,
Such as the angels wear—
Only a snow-white lily
In the wavy rings of hair.
My darling, oh! my darling,
I begged you once iu vain
To sit still for a little while;
I pray you now again—
More earnestly, ten thousand times,
Thau I ever did before—^
To move again those stiffened limbs,
Unclose those eyes once more !
Your little head has always turned
When mother’s step was heard,—
Your merry laugh has always rung
At mother’s slightest word;
But now I call, and call in vain—
No prattling answers come;
My baby’s eyes are closed and cold,
My baby's lips are dumb.
O Father! by my mighty love,
Back let my child be given!
No, mourner, for a mightier love
Has drawn her up to heaven.
Then, mother’s heart, forget to ache,
And mother’s eye to weep.
We'll take the baby’s picture now,
For she has “ gone to sleep."
[For The Sunny South.]
ONE WEEK IN A SUMMER.
BY MARY CARROLL.
We are a party of Southerners, home-bound
since the war until now. We are midway on the
Suspension Bridge, thrusting out eager heads to
catch glimpses of the wonderful green river, the
pillars of foam, the verdurous banks, that make
Niagara. A bluff old custom-house officer stays
us at the off-end of the bridge, to inquire into
the contents of our luggage.
“ What have you there, Miss?” says he, touch
ing a satchel which Aprile carries.
“I don't know, sir,” she answers, opening in
nocent violet eyes upon him; “it isn’t mine.
What's in it?” addressing a handsome, blonde
young man sharing the driver’s seat, who replied
“Nothing contraband !” and frowned slightly.
“I suppose it held his night-gear and his raz
ors,” she said to me afterward. “A man’s self-
love is always wounded if he is suspected of
“Besides, sir,” prattled on the maid’s guile
less tongue, “we are Southerners. What could
we have to sell ?”
“Pass on!” said the man of might tersely,
but a smile played among his wrinkles.
“ It is pleasant to find out the word Southerner
passes current here for poverty and shiftless
ness,” say I, sarcastically.
We roll upon British soil.
“Rule Britannia!” says my widowed friend,
Annie Herbert, softly clapping her gentle hands.
“Surely, we exiles from a faction-shaken land
shall find rest here, where law is sure and rulers
are honorable men.”
Aprile fairly shouts, in which disorder she is
joined by Walter, Annie’s son, a dreadful boy
“On foreign soil for the first time!” she ex
claims. “ Oh ! Mr. Greville, isn’t it delight
Mr. Greville is an unwilling ‘dangler on Aprile’s
hook. Like other fishes, he would rather not be
there, but he cannot help it. Last winter, her
smiles and frowns drove him from her forever,
as he supposed; but he chanced upon our party
yesterday, and we had not gone twenty mile's
together before he discovered that he did not
care a fig for Saratoga, whither he had been
tending, and that there was nothing in the world
he wished so much to do as to see Niagara with
us. He has been abroad, and expended any eb
ullition of the emotions; so he is calm at this
juncture. He smiles indulgently, however, on
the beautiful face turned to him? surrounded by
dark, luxurious braids and tendrils. Pleasure
deepens the pink in her velvet cheek, laughs in
her dark-blue eyes, and softly parts the mobile,
It is not a new sensation to me, you know,”
he says. “I hope you will enjoy it as heartily
as I did.”
The Clifton House and the Victoria Hotel hang into Clifton. We grow silent; the roar of the
out their signs alluringly, but we pass them waters sets our hearts beating. Lionel leads us
sternly by. We indigent are bound far a very on and on, and pauses at last at a jutting rock,
little Canadian village, whose name I shall not ~
tell you. You cannot find it on the map, and
its attraction for us lies in the fact that it is very
cheap, and is near Niagara.
We reach our inn, and are stowed away in
“Yes, she’s a beauty,” Jimmy willingly acqui
“ May I milk this cup full?” asks she suavely.
“ My cousin, Miss Wilkes, is not strong, and
the doctors have recommended warm milk for
“Which one is she?” enquires Jimmy; “the
lean one or the little one?”
“The slender lady,” answers Aprile with mild
“Tread carefully,” says he. “Now look !”
Oh, beauty! oh, splendor! In front are the
horse-shoe falls, over whose royal curve the floods
of molten emerald sweep and thunder. Goat
island, a dark and verdurous mass, rises sheer
clean little chambers. A big parlor down stairs from the paly-green water. Here and there,, and
is also apportioned to us. In its wastes, Aprile there again on the other side, a cataract leaps dignity.
discovers an oasis—a little jingling piano. Lio- over the rocks, foaming and glittering in its sav- “T’other’s pretty,” says Jimmy, suggestively,
nel Neville, whom we cannot take in. gets a room age, lonely glee; any one of them would give “ Yes,” says Aprile, with a hasty glance at my the various officers will show the Order gener-
hard by, and proposes to share all our waking .the region around fame. No marvel Niagara is window; “but some faces have a charm which allv to be in a most flourishing condition. Much
hours. Our inn seems to have dropped on this supreme. Was Nature’s mood ever again so mag- outlasts beauty. Now, will you let me trv?” ’ ‘ . ° , " .
trans-Atlantic ground from a page of Dickens, nificently lavish? We know not. The world is Jimmy rises from his stool, and Aprile takes g rouru ‘ has been gamed; many new lodges nave
We breakfast at seven, dine at one, and sup at hoary; more dauntless .grow her explorers year his place. He holds the cup, and her deft fingers : been established, and in a number of instances,
The Grand Lodge I. 0. (I. T.
The present session of the Grand Lodge in
Gainesville is one of great importance, and we
trust each delegate realizes the responsibility
resting upon him. The past year has been a
prosperous one for the cause, and the reports of
six. We eat beef-steak and potatoes, .drink weak by year. Now and again her curious sons go produce a stream thin, slender, but continuous,
tea, scrape our throats with dry toast, devour forth into a trackless African forest, drawn by a “I can’t milk as well as you,” says she, rather
rare beef cut from a mighty round, and wash it mighty voice which calls to them afar—at whose red from her exertion.
“Hands too small,” says Jimmy. “I never
did see such little ones,” he soliloquizes aloud.
She encourages the neatherd’s train of thought
with a smile.
“My hands are strong, though,” says she; “I
have cut wood.”
“To be sure!” says Jimmy, by which he
the temperance ticket has triumphed at the bal
lot box. The great problem for the Grand Lodge
to handle will be the keeping up of this pro
gressive spirit and rendering steadfast the ad
vantages already secured. Let a wise and cir
cumspect policy be adopted, and let each and
every member return home imbued with fresh
vigor and a new determination to push on the car
of reform till the whole land shall be redeemed.
down with bitter beer. sound their hearts spring in rapturous response.
Our table has one individuality. Down the But the great boughs close-knit in resistance,
middle are ranged three celery glasses of onions, the matted, thorny undergrowth, the roar of the
root and stalk —all are there, Of course, nobody flood no human eye has ever seen, appall the
ever touches them, and they reappear at each native guides, and the baffled traveler turns back
meal. perforce in bitterness.
We are served by rosy-cheeked, smiling maids. But how does the water come down ? Ah! we
We have glimpses of a kitchen whose floor is see. In level, pallid ranks, blanched and shiv- meant to express a doubt
white, whose stove shines, whose rows of tins ering, hastening yet fearing, they advance, be- “And-I have—often—milked!” says she in
glitter. We seek our snowy beds at primitive neath the sceptre of an unseen wizard, to the staccato time, as she pulled and surceased,
hours, and know deep, easeful nights. rock's edge, and hurl themselves into the gulf “Tend the cows at home?” asks Jimmy, affa-
The people say it can be “awfully” warm here, below: and their agony is over! Ever the spray bly. ' , T , —:—
of them, the fine dust of their bodies, rises in “No !” says Aprile, stiffly. “I will not inter- We are pleased to see in our midst our brother
incense to the inappeasable power. rupt you any longer;” and she walks away, look- Williams, from Canada, the Right Worthy Grand
I do not think we thought all this that day or ing quite tail, bearing the frothing cup. ‘ Scribe of the Grand Lodge of the World. He
the next-we had but mortal eyes and ears; had Aprile was not really very small, though her • . • •, , w n
Pilgrims to the falls we had come: we did not they received the awful sight and sound at once, inignonne ways usually gave that impression. 1 c ® ^ ^
fail in our devotion. Twice, sometimes thrice, we would have been white, tremulous creatures When her votaries drew too near, she dawned Templar Hickman, and will attend the Grand
each day did our feet duly tread the two broad ; for months after. To himself only, each beholder upon them full-statured, and awed them as well Lodge in Gainesville,
planks that formed the sidewalk. We peered ; for the first time confesses his disappointment, by her height as her dignity
but in our seven days we know only the mild,
slightly-keen temperature of early autumn. It
inspires one with a sense of tireless elasticity;
we feel the very essence of health in our veins.
R. W. G. S. W. S. Williams.
through hedges at the bright little flower-pots Why? Because it is more beautiful and less
that “constellate” (as Mr. Taine vividly phrases dreadful than he expects. Between the chasms
it) the greensward, or stopped to breathe the closed with verdure, dewy as with newly-fallen
dainty air over beds of mignonette. We turned showers, the beautiful green river smiles; the
by the great walnut tree into the highway, found darker green of the falls is luminous; the foam
ourselves on a hill, and between tall clay banks, I decks it richly; the very thunder is not harsh,
pierced with swallow holes, a picture lies before but immeasurably, reposefully deep. It is when
“Well, where is my milk?” said I, opening
my door as her steps drew near. “I am feeling
weakly this afternoon, and need my prescribed
From her finger dangles the cup; round her
mouth I detect slight lacteal traces, such as we
are wont to see on the whiskers of the bibulous
How well I remembered it in the light of we begin to peer and pry about the mystery, it ! cat. The guilty creature had drunk it on the
our first evening. Is it a scene from fair France— : unvails itself and appalls us poor atoms, who I stairs. She bestows on me a cool, level stare,
a bit of picturesque Germany ? The spires and I will fail and utterly vanish in a little while, but and sweeps past me to her room, without a word.
turrets of Niagara over-the-border are etched 1 it will roll on through the centuries,
upon the pale evening sky; the blue river-bed : After our long trance of silence was over, we
is separated from it by a belt of foliage; over a | decided we would not walk in the beaten path
sudden bank the water pours in white and azure of the tourist to-day; we had so many days’yet—
volumes. The whole seems lifted on a plateau ! so many glad, future days! We wandered along
equal to our hill. At this distance, the roar is i the edge of the river, lingering and poring over
hushed to a bourdonrie, which soothes with the each revelation that was unsealed to us. Slowly
sense of force that cannot harm. Ah ! the fair j we walked again. The bank is treacherous—the
alien scene! do I catch its elusive charm? vibration affects it day by day; often you come
The next morning, we rise determined on deeds I on a great hollow framed around by the roots of
of “ derring-do.” We eat our simple, well-pre- ! ^e trees—often on deep crevices mapping out
pared breakfast heartily, still marveling some- j what to-night s or to-morrow s work will be. It
what at our onion-glasses. Master Walter de- ; was necessary, therefore, that Annie should col-
mands hominy, to the bewilderment of our I J ar Walter; d behooved Lionel to guide Aprile’s
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
[For The Sunny South.]
The Actual Partial —The Possible Perfect.
Aristotle asserts and proves a universal desire
for knowledge, and this is well, to be sure,
since it is “ the wing whereon we fly to heaven.”
But concerning knowledge, the “ saintly sage ”
of Tarsus says in effect that now we have partial
supplies and hereafter shall have complete. The
“Uncle Dabney.”—No. 2.
We invite the attention of all temperance peo
ple to the second excellent article, in this issue;
on our venerated “Uncle Dabney.” It is from
the pen of one of the most prominent men of
the State, and is worth reading.
[For The Sunny South.]
The closing paragraph of my former article
about “Uncle Dabney” made reference to his
favorite policy in pressing the advocacy of the
temperance cause. The term “moral suasion”
expressed his idea in full; it comprehended his
whole theory of temperance advocacy. The
world was his battle-field, and against the great
foe of human happiness, intemperance, he waged
open war. I have heard him say he delighted
in a stand-up fight on the public rostrum, where
pretty maid, and when offered oat-meal porridge I heedless feet. Every lot has its compensations BvHiomioliJlwipffnrta nfmin^ LoLoa onnnflA he could meet all glasses of people, even thebe-
instead, pronounces it nasty ! This youth has
already walked to Clifton. He bursts upon our
breakfast-table with flushed face and disheveled
head, uttering rhapsodies about the prairie dogs
and parrots he has seen at the museum.
“And the falls, my boy,” says Annie, smooth
ing his elf-locks with sweet motherliness; “did
you not look at them ? It will be something to
remember all your life. You may never have
the opportunity to see them again.”
“Oh, yes! I saw a heap of water tumbling | g^e tongue to my sensations,
down and going like mad bulls,” says the young j “I must feel it!” says Aprile, instantly drop-
savage. “And oh! mama, the bears at the mu- ! pi^g down. “Dont let me fall, Mr. Greville;’
at one time or another. No doating parent throt- ? y tlie mi ghtiest eff ° rts ot mil ? d > he has acquired so tt e <l votaries of Bacchus, face to face, and could
ties me-no lover links my arm fondly within ^.stores of grand conceptions, and probably uade the drunkard in his cups to turn to
his own. I am free to stray over the precipice, \ nst f 0nes ’ of he f ° rce8 ° f natu , re - and *} 18 «« nlU8 ’ the paths of virtue. His faith was strong that,
1 " 1 : hv stronf? ex hn.ustrve throes, has nroduced vol- tbr( £ gh the instrumentality of public speakers
and of the press, supported by good temperance
if I list: I am free to get down on my face and
peer through the fringing cedars and pines at
the tall trees below, which are not too far to wave
luring arms at me—at the swift waters, which
are not too hurried to whisper “Come !”
I luxuriate in the feelings that these things
are drawing me, in silence for awhile, and then
seum are going to dance after breakfast!’
Aprile holds up white hands of dismay.
Mr. Greville appears in due time, and we move
on our wooden way.
By the road-side grow two trees laden with
very small green apples. Walter is safely con
voyed by one; at the second he swamps. One
apple he must have, he responds to all his moth
er’s soft, pleading remonstrances. It shall be
the biggest, hence the ripest. While he is push
ing at this desirable acquisition with a stick too
short for service, a shower of words in An explo
sive, metallic voice, rattle about his ears like a
charge of small shot.
“ Ho ! there, boy ! If you want to kill your
self, let me show you a better way.”
We stare wildly about, and descry a little
square man, iron-gray in hair, complexion and
clothing, who comes trotting up from behind
with an open pen-knife in his hand, which he
proffers to the awe-stricken Walter.
“This is much faster and easier, boy. I can
j show you the very vein,” tapping his own throat.
I (Annie’s arm instantly encircles her boy’s neck.)
“Death from unripe fruit is painful and linger
ing; know all about it,—I am the doctor of the
village. These very trees have killed a score of
children —many of them your age; you are about
eight?” considering him.
"Yes, sir,” says Walter, in a hoarse whisper.
“I knew it!” triumphantly. “Bad age for
green apples. They take an eight-year-old-boy
off as quick as that!” snapping his fingers.
“Excuse me, madame,” turning to me; “you
would thank me for frightening your boy, if
and she extends
[ likes it: her inspection is continued all alon:
retired stretch of bank.
“Come, my dear,” says I at last, “you are
gluttonous; “the charm vanishes if you do more
than taste. Besides, you are tiring Air. Greville.”
“I assure you she is not,” he says, eagerly,
when, catching my amused smile, he breaks off,
and regards me with as fell an expression as so
by strong exhaustive throes, has produced vol
umes of instruction for his fellows’ benefit; but
when the mind has done its utmost, and its over
wrought organ fails with his failing form, and
his locks are white, and his step totters, and his
voice is sepulchral, and the light of his eye is
quenched, who then is so ready as he to say that
his knowledge is pitifully partial ?
He has grasped after true wisdom, after truth
itself; he has, at best, but touched the hem of
her garment. But there is magic in that touch;
id sbe extends a small aant-<te-&uede band, ., ° ,. ,, , , , ,, ,, , . ’
, - , - ., j , ., • • ’ it assures him that he shall yet clasp the glorious
Inch is promptly secured. Apparently, she , , , J ° ,
- r r J - - * - -- - ’ substance whose radiance has cheered and
charmed his life, and his soul exults in the
“feast anticipative” of celestial wisdom. And
so he enters the shadowy valley, and so passes
into the glorious empyrean of
“Light intellectual, replete with love;
Love of true happiness, replete with joy;
Joy, that transcends all sweetness of delight.”
organizations, success was certain.
When we remember that these opinions were
the ripe fruits of the experience and observation
of a life dedicated to the cause, who will say
that they are not entitled to great weight? By
public lectures of the right kind, popular errors
and prejudices are removed and individual cases
of reform are multiplied. The press, circulated
by the systematic efforts of good men, reaches
every city and hamlet and home, and, by its
influence as it were, conquers whole provinces
of families from the hands of the enemy. En
couraging all to resist temptation—withholding
thousands from the haunts of vice—inculcating
habits of thought and habits of feeling which of
themselves are shields—it would be hard to over
estimate the mighty influence of the press in
TT , , c lu, this good work. Therefore, the societies into
He has accomplished the curriculum of earthly j wMc g the friends of temperance unite cannot
science and enters the university ol heaven. He - .. . f - ah wiUl „ nnd
polite a yount* gentleman ever wears.
We stroll into the bazars, said to contain only do better than to furnish'the public with good
wares made of the rocks and woods of Niagara J*?™* “it lecturers, a * d give them favorable opportunities
or,/I f QO bir.T,^ l™ th» limwn Lor ol.w off f rs to tolimg genius, but his great soul has >lp hpftrd . n ° than tn „ ivp the temneramm nress
not ceased to aspire.
“Filled with insatiable desire,
And yearnings for a station higher,
he has foreseen, in this higher sphere, not
and fashioned by the brown fingers of her elder
children who yet linger with her. We waste our
selves in mementoes for the captives at home,
discovering afterwards we had bought at the
highest prices. Above and below, were shops
whose rates would have better suited our porte-
monnaies; but the young saleswomen were such
dignified creatures, with elaborate heads and
trailing skirts, and they swam languidly yet
haughtily from counter to counter, dared we
aver of anything, “It is too high?”
Lionel, turning over the trinkets, found some
thing really pretty—a set of crystal; great clear
spheres, like drops of water, for the ears, and a
gleaming heart of ice, a neck ornament.
“In memory of to-day,” he said, putting them
into Aprile’s hand as we came out of the shop.
“Thanks, though I never care for such trifles,”
said she, carelessly; and without opening it, she
dropped the box into one of the audacious back-
pockets of her jacket.
Next day was Sunday. We file decorously
to be heard; or than to give the temperance press
regular and efficient support, securing to peri
odicals and to tracts the widest possible circula
tion. The true mission of these societies does
not end in keeping together those who have
greener garlands of earth-born fame, but the already decided'to “lead temperate lives, and
amaranthine crown of immortals waiting to in- . foster i n g their good intentions. To perpetuate
vest the brow of each winner of the heavenly themse lves and their good work, they must be
you knew the poisonous properties of this acid.” j into the tiny stone church, gaze ignorantly at
“He is not my boy,” I say, stiffly; “I am not the scarlet hood of the clergyman and the dea-
mairied. j con’s stole, worn scarf-wise over his left shoul-
“ Ah ! beg pardon,” says he, pityingly. “Nei- ' der and tied under his right arm, and pray read-
ther am I; don’t want to be; accustomed to liv- j ily for our sovereign lady, Queen Yictoria. Some
ing alone now. Will you favor me with your j heed, too, we give to the comely folk: the beau-
names ? I am the doctor of the village. They tiful pink cheeks which we see alike under gray
Of such a spirit the cry is ever “onward!”
Onward is still the sturdy march of such a mind.
It will not rest. It delights in action. We call
its action thought, and thought is the mind’s
go-between from the known to the unknown
aggressive; and the leading powers for aggres-'
sion are the temperance lecturers and the tem
It is cause for serious reflection and regret
that the plan of the temperance campaign—-if
we may so term it—is not so comprehensive,
told me at the inn you were there. I shall take
pleasure in calling.”
He says this, looking at Aprile. She indicates
Mrs. Herbert, Miss Wilkes, Air. Greville—con
cluding with, “and I am Aliss Lockhart.” He
snatches oft' his hat at the mention of each name
with an energy that gives one the feeling that
he is scalping himself.
“Yes,” says he, looking at us collectively;
“thanks—very much. “I am a little hard of
hearing;” he evidently had not heard a word.
“You are Americans —Y'ankees, as we say?”
“No, we are not!" says Aprile, indignantly.
“Ah! yes. From Boston?”
“We are Southerners,” I venture.
“Southerners, eh? I am fond of the South;
sympathized with the people in the war. Aly
brother went to Richmond, intending to fight
or brown hair; the abundant tresses, the fuller
curves, the round, placid, happy faces of these
children of Hygeia. Beside them, we felt our
selves Frenchwomen; it is true the soul plays
more keenly on our sharper-cut features, but
our mobility seems grimace—our quickness of
movement, exaggerated gesture.
We sit in judgment on the revisers of the
“Prayer Book,” on our way home. They had
altered for the better in the main, but had let
slip some strong, pure Saxon words which we
could ill spare.
“How pleasant not to hear ‘President of the
United States,’ though I am sure he needs our
prayers if any one does, poor creature !” said
Annie, who breathed only charity.
assuming that to be known which appears to our and its J unities are not so well-preserved and
senses. Thus, by this mental action we analyze trained into active co-operation, as in the days
a leaf and fix its species, its genus, its compo- of “ Uncle Dabney.” Then there were the Wash-
nent elements, the operation of nature by which ing tonians, and the Sons of Temperance, and
these elements are massed and arranged, and Cold Water Army, with lecturers in the field
the law under which nature operates. In this everywhere; and there were the temperance
way, on the wing of knowledge, we fly from a j newspapers, with full lists of subscribers; and
there were great apostles of temperance, such as
Father Alatthew and Gough, moving in orbits of
usefulness co-extensive with the continents oc
cupied by peoples speaking and writing the
visible effect—namely, the leaf—through various
media, to a law in accordance with which the
leaf is. But the law of nature is an effect, and
back of it lies a cause—an undiscovered cause;
and so research, if rested here, stops content English language,—all co-operating with each
„.,n, i i„.i..„ „„.i other, and all going directly to the people with
argument, solicitation and persuasion. In Geor
gia, which was the peculiar field of “Uncle Dab
ney’s ” labors, everything moved with perfect
harmony. Every man had his place, and man
fully filled it. The best and greatest men of the
State delighted to be of the rank and file, and
entered with hearty alacrity into what some who
are vastly inferior to them would now term the
mummeries of processions, with banners dis
played and with songs and enthusiastic hur
rahs ! In his journal, “Uncle Dabney” tells us
of an occasion in Atlanta when he walked in a
procession of thousands side by side with Chief
Justice Lumpkin, of Georgia, and J. Belton
O’Neal, of South Carolina—passing under in
scriptions of welcome with which the streets
were decorated, and picking up flowers which
lovely girls and mothers had strewn in the path
way of the temperance men. When*shall we
with partial knowledge—partial and pitifully
small; and pitifully small is the mind whose ap
petite is stayed by such mere buds of wisdom.
The true philosopher can no more satisfy his
keen desire for knowledge by a feast of nature’s
laws than by a knowledge of the fact that leaves
and pebbles differ. He asks for a fish and will
not swallow a stone, for a cause and no effect
can satisfy him. As he who reads a book that
upon every page bears the strong impress of ge
nius cares to know the author, so the student
reading nature’s laws would know their origin;
seeing them executed, he asks by what power.
Then he finds the first cause—finds it essen
tially uncaused, infinite, eternal. Thus, in the
pursuit of knowledge, have the closest reasoners
been led “through nature up to nature’s God.”
They have discovered much and have exulted.
They have toiled in the broad fields of science,
and, subsisting upon the rich fruitage gathered
for you. but he—er—changed his mind. Influ
ential citizens there offered me the position of when Nero was Emperor.”
Confederate surgeon. I had some tnought of
taking it, but I—er—didn’t.”
“ AVretch !” says Aprile, distinctly.
We all gaze anxiously at him, but he is totally
unconscious of the epithet.
“You have seen the falls before?” he asks
‘ Often ?
Ah! yes, of course."
Ah ! you will find them fine. You
will be pleased.”
“I wish you would let us go and be pleased,
then !” says dreadful Aprile.
“I will not keep you," pursues he. “I shall
certainly call. I am rather hard of hearing, and
it is seldom I find so clear a voice as yours,” he
looks as usual at Aprile; “I hear you with great
ease. Good-morning, madame,” to me; “good
morning, miss,” to Annie. “I wish you all good-
day,” and he skips up the hill.
“Why, he said he could hear me,” says Aprile,
“and you were the only one that could make
him understand; weren't you, Cilly ?”
Yes,” I answer, stoically.
“Why do they say cherubi/i and seraphin?”
puts in Walter.
“So that when they ask you ‘AYhat is your
name?” they can say N or M,” says Aprile, flip
“Aprile, that is levity.” This from Annie.
The next morning, a soft, gray vail of rain
half-hung over the land, half-fell on it. Alani-
festly the duty of the hour is to write letters.
“The best aronment I ever heard in favor of , ’ au , usls, ' 111 s upon mv ncu ixu.-agc way of tbe temperance men. When*Sha!l we
ine best argument 1 ever beard m ta ' or °? there, have grown strong and healthful and i j height of all-conauerins enthusi-
the prayer, said I, “is that St. Pan exhorted h y Rut they are not satisfied. As surely ‘ reach such , a TT h r f'8 ht ot „ al i conc l uer1 ??
the Roman Chnstians to pray for their ruler as the vigorous body craves more food, so surely
does the vigorous mind demand new acquisi
tions of knowledge. Only the sickly are devoid
of appetite. The healthy hunger still. They
have partial knowledge and would have perfect.
They have found the cause, and now would
know how He subsists. They would visit the
work-shops of the world-builder and learn his
methods. They would solve the mysterious
problems of chemistry in his laboratory. In his
. , , studio they would drink of his creative genius
The afternoon is clear. Aprile has planned a wb j[ e gazing upon designs of creations such as
tete-a-tete with Lionel, ^ I suspect; for she trips are not but shall be,—fashion-plates for the corn-
down stairs betimes, plumed for conquest and a j ng sea son, when such worlds as now exist shall
walk, and has the chagrin to see him whirled oft but memories
in a barouche full of acquaintances, who are see- Now since al j this is bev0 nd the reach of ance more wide snread now than they were then
ing Niagara by rule and measure, and who take ,,,,-fLi,. SP i e nce the student <riadlv seizes the ance mor e widespread now tnan cuey were yieu,
him to aive vet more certaintv to that method earcniy science, me stuaent giaaij seizes me and are not its victims found in higher places
n ?! g ne y et more certamtj to mat mernoa. Xarsian s assurance that it is attainable m the than thev were then 9 Surelv surelv We can-
Defeated here, she saunters to the rear yard. , lr ,j vprs itv of heaven where nerfect knowledge tnan tne y were men . ftureij, surety ye can
There is Jimmy, sole scion of the house -a blue- h im f h ’ P knowledge t be so _ bewildered by the misfortunes that
eyed, fresh-faced lad of sixteen or seventeen 1 T : admission into that school should be hav ® b. efa l leI1 us 88 no ? to reallze tllat a “ over '
snmmers Tn Inrile he has confided a burn- , •*■0 gain admission into mat scnool should be wbe lmmg reform—such an one as would not
summers, lo Aprile he nas connded a burn the student s highest concern. It is open to all r)n i v cleanse the cabin but also the nalace and
ing desire to go to Atnca—simply because ne npH tors- all are invited to strive for scholar- cleanseme cabm.bui also me paiace ana
abhors winter T am snre- half man half moth e° m P etl t° rs - aU are invited to strive tor scholar tbe << white house” of intemperance—would go
abhors winter, l am sure, halt man. hail mom sbl p S . £,et the proud hope of winning them in- far toward restoring to us all the full eniovment
er s darling, there is nothing ot the explorer in S p[ re those who with earnest, concentric efforts of Deace w i tb a n the blessed fruits of labor that
him. While inexorable time keeps him a minor, the r,f cchd P e . a ® e >. wl . ln au me oiesseu nuns ui lauui
his lot is to milk the cow: he is engaged bucol- ^shTns h Thf wLdon^^T the hoarv slge if it flou f lsh in lt * sunsIime and rl P® n mto P erma '
“ Such is the gratitude of mankind, my dear ically now The cow is a splendid creature of sta « P forevef within the limits of earthlv attffin nent ^ Contributor.
Cecilia, she moralizes. “I wonder why he dark-red hue, with short, shapely horns, and _ * ts _ is of litt]e Talue _ The stude nt can il
asm again ! Who, in all Georgia, will take the
place of the great, good-hearted Lumpkin ? Is
there not a man sitting very near where Lump
kin sat, on the Supreme Bench, who possesses
all the necessary qualifications to do so ? Who
will take the place of Uncle Dabney? Is there
not a man, who occasionally addresses Georgians
on the subject, possessed of the necessary qual
ifications to do so ? Have we not leaders fruit
ful of good works, already in the field ? Have
we not The Sunny South, the best paper of the
kind we have ever had in Georgia, willing to
become our organ ?
Are not the calls of humanity upon us for
work as great now as they were in the days of
Uncle Dabney? Are not the evils of intemper-
thought he heard me ?”
“ So do I,” I answer, dryly.
She and Lionel fall behind after this, and I
hear him telling her the doctor’s eyes misled his
ears. The innocent receives it as information.
an eye like a ball of lustrous jet. The gener
ous fluid pours into the pail in a steady column.
Aprile approaches, silver cup in hand. I watch
her through my blinds.
• AVhat a beautiful cow !” says she, laying her
afford to scorn the offer of enrollment among the
alumni of heaven. Jay.
Alarshallville Council has revived considera
bly in the past few weeks, and sends in a full
: report. Aliss Nellie Sperry is our accomplished
*** ' i Deputy here.
There was a lady in church last Sunday morn- The good cause of temperance is prospering
The barren red steeps gradually sink into leafy hand on the satin hide, which made a rich back- ing who did not look around to see who had on j in Georgia, in every direction. Let us
banks; we round the Aluseum Hotel and emerge | ground for it. new hats. She was blind. j courage. W. E. H. Searcy, G.