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[For The Sunny South.] TAKING THE BABY'S PIC Tl RE. BY NYMVERELL. PART FIRST. “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.” PART SECOND. “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. PART THIRD. 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. I. 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 shaving.” “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 of eight. “On foreign soil for the first time!” she ex claims. “ Oh ! Mr. Greville, isn’t it delight ful?” 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, crimson lips. 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 esces. “ May I milk this cup full?” asks she suavely. “ My cousin, Miss Wilkes, is not strong, and the doctors have recommended warm milk for her.” “Which one is she?” enquires Jimmy; “the lean one or the little one?” “The slender lady,” answers Aprile with mild TEMPERANCE. “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 draught. ” 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.] CONCERNING KNOWLEDGE. 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.] “UNCLE DABNEY.” NO. II. 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 ! w [ 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 scholarship. 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 perance press. 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 Aprile. ‘No.’’ ‘ Often ? ‘Never!” ‘ Never? Ah! yes, of course." scream f. 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 pantly. “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.