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JOHN H. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor. MRS. MARY E. BRYAN (*) Associate Editor. ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY. OCT. 23, 1875. The money must accompany all orders for this paper, and it will be’ discontinued at the expiration of the time, unless renewed. 1.000 AGENTS WANTED. An active and reliable canvasser wanted in every community, to represent “The Sun ny South.” SPECIAL CLUB HATES. Organize clnbs in every community, and get The Sunny South at the reduced rates. Every Southern family must take it this fall and win ter. See our club rates: A Club of 4, 6, lO and upwards, Sri 50 each. A “ “ 20 and upwards, $2 25 “ For a Club of 5 at 83, an extra copy will be sent one year free. Writing for Pay—A Little Advice.—Scarcely Death to the Birds.—The most fashionable Annual Fairs.—Fairs are the order of the day a day passes in which we do not receive more or of ladies' liats are now so covered with birds’ this bright, frosty month of October, and they wings, feathers, and stuffed birds, that they are capital and necessary institutions. They resemble nothing so much as the picture (in furnish just the excitement and impetus that are “ Mother Goose ”) of that black-bird pie, which needed after a long summer of work and dull- was set as a dainty dish befoie good King Ar- ness—of partial stagnation both of business and thought. Fairs not only stimulate industry and arouse enterprise, but they are the great cenn-nt- ers of social feeling. They improve our friendly as well as our business relations with each other-they strengthen our humanity while they brighten the general intellect by affording op portunities for that electrical attrition of different minds which is requisite to energetic progress. So let us have fairs by all means—great, mag netic assemblages of people and of interests— gatherings together of the products of the land, from butter to babies, from quilts to complex machinery, from bantam chickens to blooded horses. Let us have fairs, with all their lively WRITTEN IN BLOOD; —OR,— The Midnight Fledge. BY M. ((l ; AD. Will be commenced next week. This is an intensely thrilling story of the last Napoleon’s reign. ^ A XX O UN CEMEX TS. THRILLING NEW STORIES, THRILLING NEW STORIES, THRILLING NEW STORIES, BY BRILLIANT WRITERS. ; BY BRILLIANT WRITERS. BY BRILLIANT WRITERS. See the announcement of new stories, in the last column of the eighth page. They will be the most thrilling and instructive of any romances yet published in an American journal. Mrs. Bryan begins this week her brilliant soci ety novel, entitled “Fighting Against Fate, or Alone in the World.” It will be something of a sequel to her “Haywood Lodge,” published with such fine effect a few years since, but wholly independent and complete within itself. SPECIMENS FREE. Send in the names and post-offices of your friends, and we will mail them specimen copies of the paper free of any charge. Make up clubs of subscribers, don’t wait for agents. See club rates. Suicides.—Has self-destruction become a mania among our people? Scarcely-.^ day intervenes between these bloody tragedies, and it is some what startling to see the cheap estimate which many put upon human life. So common has it grown for men and women to kill themselves that it has ceased to be a matter of much mo ment, and each separate occurrence is only a subject of coarse jest and vulgar satire. What is the cause? Is it insanity? Not so. The old less manuscript accompanied with a pathetic ap- , peal or heart-touching statement from the writer about his or her distressing pecuniary condition, and urging our acceptance upon that ground. Many of the writers state that they “have never before written for the press,” but their poverty is such that they are compelled to do something, and owing to physical debility, or something else, can do nothing but write for the papers. Some of these statements are couched in such courteous and feeling language that they often bring tears to our eyes, and we always wish it were in our power to return them a thousand- dollar check. We have fully realized the truth and beauty of that scriptural apothegm that it is better to give than to receive, and in all these instances it would be particularly so had we the pecuniary ability. But- touching as these appeals are, we must remind our friends of the exceeding unreason ableness of the proposition that any one can write for the public prints without experience and practice. As well might we expect a person to run a locomotive, demonstrate a proposition in geometry, or a theory in chemistry, without preparation and training. To write for the press requires years of close thought, steady practice and much reading. Indeed, to make a successful writer requires a life-time of practice and close application, and hence so few make successes. Should we publish one article from some of these inexperienced authors just as it was written and sent in, it would be all that the public could stand from that source for a whole century, and then the idea of paying for it! Now we do not wish to discourage any ambi tious soul, and do not write this article with that view. On the contrary, we are ready to give every encouragement we can to all aspirants for literary honors, and no one rejoices more than we at the success of a Southern writer. But we mean simply to say that you must not make money the sole object of your ambition in this field. Seek first to make a success, both in style and matter, and when your writings bear the im press of thought, the stamp of genius and the evi dences of care and culture, then they will please and command money. It is the popular writers of the day who get pay, and no one should ex pect it till they are capable of pleasing the public. One great mission of The Sunny South is to bring out and develop Southern genius, and in its columns we give all necessary encouragement. Many of the articles we publish from our con tributors have cost us much time and labor in correcting, pruning, remodeling sentences etc., but we do it as an encouragement to the writers, and hope they'will profit by it. If you desire to write for the press, and wish to win laurels in the world of letters, then make up your mind, select good books to read, and preserve each bright thought you find; “learn to labor and to wait,” and while your progress may be slow, make it sure, and ere you are aware of it you may find your name a power in the land, ,.iwb then may you command wages for your writing. Try it, all you who have aspirations in this line, and let us have more polished and successful writers in the South, and not so many scribblers. thur. and “when the pie was opened the birds began to sing." The new cap-crown hat is given the veritable effect of a bird's-nest. with a full-grown mother bird cosily ensconced in the centre, and a num ber of small heads peeping out from beneath her wings; or perhaps the birds are perched around the nest among the autumn foliage and berries, thus giving the wearer the aspect of a perambulating aviary. Feather trimming is also more than ever in vogue, and the birds, as well as the beasts, are to be stripped this winter to fur nish ornamentation for the silks and satins of our belles. But how do the birds fancy this last whim of accessories of business and bustle, fun and flirt ation; with their inflocking of such migratory fashion ? It is death to them, especially to those of pretty shape and plumage; and Mr. Bergh will have to interfere, as did Miss Burdett Coutts, who last year entered a solemn petition in behalf of the humming-birds, who were be ing so ruthlessly immolated on the shrine of fashion. It is not only the humming-bird that is now , sacrificed, but every winged denizen of conven- * ient size or graceful plumage. The blue-bird and red-bird are in demand, as azure and car dinal-red are the favorite colors for the season. Verily these flashing meteors of the forest will have to migrate to some island of the South seas, where fashion is unknown, and where “ Never comes the trader, never Floats a European flag,” * ITeniimiis at Fairs.-Our committees for awarding prizes should bear in mind that the highest reward is due to the results of native in dustry and perseverance, rather than to those of mere wealth and desire for display. A young lady friend of ours, from the lower portion of this State, once brought to a fair in a neighboring I card, sig- d “Subscriber”: (For The Sunny South.) JOHN KNOX. AN ANALYSIS OF HIS CHARACTER. BY REV. .1. JOURDAN. The hero worshipper can find tew names in history more worthy of veneration, few charac ters more admirable than the name and charac ter of John Knok. whose portrait we present on our front page. There is in the ring ol the name, the rounded fullness of pure, true metal, and the name fits the character. Living in an age which called for men, lie re sponded to the call, and adorned the age. Filled with religious zeal, and blending in his charac ter the best traits of a statesman and a captain, the reformation developed no man, perhaps, more exactly adapted to its wants. He saw the church corrupted and secularized; the priestly office degraded by incompetents who were preferred by courtly favor or for money, and the treasury of the church supplied by the unscrupulous peddling of indulgences. He deemed it his mission to fight against such evils, and to fight against them was to assail the church. With Luther and Melancthon and birds as agents, drummers, vendors of patent ar- | Zwingle? he would i )ave preferred to remain in tides and advocates of pet schemes; with their jostling together of farmers and fops, silks and calicoes, pretty girls and plump matrons, politi cians and poultry fanciers. * Name Your Office.—We have a card from W. B. Bowen, postmaster, stating that no copies of this paper for October 9tli came to his office, but he fails to give us the name of his office. Let us know were you are, and we will supply the miss ing papers. Everybody in writing to publishers should be very particular in naming their office. Since the above was put in type, we have re ceived a kind and gentlemanly letter from the same postmaster, who has charge of the New berry post-office, South Carolina, and we cannot account for the failure of the papers to reach that office. We have sent more, and shall inves tigate the matter. Portraits.—We have received the following Governor Porter, of Tennessee.—In our last week’s issue we presented an excellent portrait of the present chief executive of Tennessee, Gov ernor James D. Porter, Jr. He is a native of the His father was the late Dr. T. K. Porter, for many years favorably known in that section of the State. The Governor graduated at the University of Nashville in 1846, and began the study of law at Lebanon. In 1859 he was elected a member of the Legislature, serving two years. At the out break of the war he received the appointment of chief of staff in Cheatham’s Confederate division his rare executive skill and keen perception The man of nice feel- ! makiu S kim >*n officer of special value to the cause. In the Constitutional Convention which convened in 1870, he rep resen ted his native county, and did much towards placing the State : in a position to surmount the effects of the war. In 1871 he was elected Judge of the Twelth Ju dicial Circuit of Tennessee, a position he held until February, 1874. In August following he re ceived the Democratic nomination for Governor, and in November he was elected over the Hon orable Horace Maynard by a majority of nearly fifty thousand votes, and was inaugurated Gov ernor on the eighteenth of January last. idea that a person who committed suicide must be i insane has long since been abandoned. People Pa ™’ “ d , ab ^ ut of a f; now plunge into eternity with cool premeditation and calm deliberation, and no charge of insanity or aberration of intellect can be alleged against ] them. The man of business fails, and through a misconception of his plainest duties under j the circumstances, takes his life. The loafer, | idler, or fast young man, runs his schedule of borrowing, scheming and stealing till he can go j no further, and then, with curses upon what he calls luck, takes his life. ing and conscientious impulses becomes involved in an affair likely to compromise his honor, and rather than suffer disgrace, he takes his life. The young girl with an aspiring soul suffers a few disappointments, and concludes that her life is aimless, that she lias nothing to live for, and j with deliberate purpose, takes her life. And so 1 thousands of cases occur annually where no in- ' sanity can be alleged. I The causes we have, named are but a small por tion of the hundreds which lead people in this day to throttle the life-current in their own veins, and seek the repose of the grave. Indeed, we are almost the rivals of h belle France in this particular. In that land of song and gayety, of jest and the can-can, where people apparently care for nothing blit to live, the suicidal spirit holds high carnival. If a Frenchman is very poor, he takes his life; is he very rich? his life becomes ennui and he destroys himself; is he unlucky at the gambling table ? he takes lxis life; is he unfortunate in an affair de coeur ? he takes his life; if his horse fails him in a race, or his mistress in an intrigue, he takes his life; and Americans are becoming decidedly Frenchy in this regard. In “ Merrie England ” it is almost as bad. The month of November always teems with repulsive incidents of self-destruction among the English. And so it has been all the way down from the men of the old Bible who fell upon their swords to this more enlightened age of morphia, pistols and guns; and were it not that thousands lack the nerve, and thousands more dread the responsibility and the terrors of a hereafter, the cases would be infinitely multi plied. Is there no remedy? We fear not. Educated, cultivated and intelligent men and women often- est perpetrate this crime. The Milesian virgins once took the mania, and every week the dead body of some young girl was found, but a decree was passed that the bodies of all suicides should be exposed naked and dragged through the public streets. This for a time put an end to the mania, but it was soon disregarded. Degrada tion of the body, denial of burial rites, igno miny forever upon the memory of the self-mnr- derer, have all been tried in Christianized coun tries, but there is now nothing of the kind. The unfortunate man or woman is left in the hands of the great God of the universe to answer for the crime, and the world moves on in the same way, and the sun shines as brightly and the birds sing as sweetly as if nothing had happened. city, a quilt made of silk that had been raised, spun, dyed and woven by her own hands. It was also quilted with silk that she had spun and twisted. Her industry won a passing compli ment. but she failed to obtain a prize. It was awarded to a lady who exhibited a rich velvet quilt, made of variously colored pieces of velvet that she had bought and put together. A great deal of money had been spent upon this costly fabric, but nothing like the industry, ingenuity and patience that had gone to the manufacture of the native product, which had won no pre mium at all. The Crown Prince of Germany is a sensible i man, albeit a royal personage. At the great cattle fair in Berlin last April, there were very few cattle on exhibition that had not been ini- I ported. The committee awarded the first prize to an industrious countryman who had entered a fine steer of his own raising. The Prince went up to the farmer his success, »3 prize, my man; it is a token of your industry and care. But these importers of full grown stock deserve no premium at all.” But here, the Prince was only half right; for the importer of fine stock is a public benefac tor, and deserves a mark of honor as well as the raiser of good native cattle. * “ At tiu.- request of subscribers we write, re questing pictures in your interesting paper of Hon. Allen G. Thurman, our next President; Gov. Wm. Allen, Gov. Sam. J. Tilden, L. Q. C. Lamar, and of our own fellow-citizens, Hon. C. D. McCutchen, Judge Rice, Hon. B. H. Bigham, of LaGrange, and Gen. Wm. T. Wofford.” In reply, we would say that we shall open a correspondence with some or all of the distin guished men named, and hope soon to present good pictures of them in our “Gallery.” Tlie Wrong Man.—Some enterprising fellow sends us a printed price-listof “bagatelle balls, ” “rondo balls,” “poker chips,” “lay-outs and faro tools,” “keno pegs,” “props,” “tally boards,” “ pool jug,” “ ivory dust,” etc.; and as all these things sound about as intelligible to us as He brew to a deaf Dutchman, we guess he sent them to the wrong man. find complimented him upon ring: “ You liave deserved your Royal Dairy Farm.—Apropos of cattle and the Crown Prince, a graphic letter-writer gives us a sketch of the royal dairy near Brownstedt, which is a paying feature of the Prince’s pet farm, and puts many a kreutzer into the royal purse. “A wagon stood by the door, in which tin cans were being filled ready for delivery. Laughingly, I remarked, ‘I did not know that your Crown Prince was a milk vendor, too.’ ‘Oh, yes,’ she replied, ‘his principal profit from the farm is from the milk and butter. But come, now, and see our cows; they are the pride of his Highness’ heart.’ And well they may be, we thought, as we entered the long, low building, with its double row of stalls, in which were fifty-two as fine Hierlanders as one could wish to see. As we passed by the stalls the fat, sleek, gentle crea. tures looked up at us wonderingly, then resumed their munching and lazily switched off the flies with long, bushy tails. Over each stall was the name of each animal, and they rejoice in such classical appellations as Aurora, Victoria, Juno, Hebe, Helene and so on. The cows, the old lady told us, were all milked twice, and many of them three times a day, and gave an abundance of good, rich milk, that was always in demand.” Her “Ain Countrie.”—Of late years, Mrs. Anne Chambers Ketchum has identified herself so fully with the North, and has been so ca ressed in her adopted city of New York, that we feared her native land of the South had lost her love as well as her presence. But we find, in a late pleasant sketch of her European gipsyings, the following passage to prove that her heart still turns lovingly to her ain countrie, even when flying still farther from it across Atlantic waters: “ The day was a golden day in May; and with an unconquerable love of the sea, inherited from Kentish and Provencale ancestors, and fos tered by many a sojourn along the shores and amid the waves of our own intertropical Mexican Sea, I turned aside from the gay company on board, and spent this and each of the succeeding ten days on the upper deck. One after one, the sea-sick people go below. There are but a few left aloft—a few old voyagers who have grown used to the sea’s rontfli caresses. The sea-gulls follow us, the wide-winged, beautiful gulls, just as I have seen them sail a hundred times over the soft, bright waters of the Gulf. But these pale skies are not the skies that bend over my ain countrie. I am many a league away from the blood-red sunsets of the South.” PERSONALS. Prince Adelbert, uncle of the King of Bavaria, is dead. Bishop W. M. Wightman was in the city Wednesday. Gen. P. G. T. Beauregard is at Crab Orchard, Kentucky. While Cardinal McCloskey remained in Rome, the American College was his home. Horatio Stone, the distinguished American sculptor, died in Italy on the eleventh. Edwin Booth’s recovery is protracted. He may have to cancel some of his engagements. Gen. J. E. Johnston has severed his connec tion with the London and Globe Insurance Com pany. Secretary Bristow has stopped the issue of ten-cent scrip, and will soon begin the issue of silver dimes. P. P. Wintermute, who killed General Mc Cook at Yankton, D. T., has finally got a verdict of not guilty. Dr. Hembold is in the asylum again at Bloomingdale, from which he made his escape a few days since. I)r. Little, our efficient State Geologist, is to accompany 2he Constitution expedition to the Okefenokee swamp. Thaddeus Fairbanks and Charles F. Cliicker- ing are the only Americans who have ever ac cepted the nonsensical English title of Sir. Mrs. J. E. 15. Stuart, widow of the noted Con federate General, has become a teacher in the Southern Female College of Richmond, Virginia. W. H. Davis, City Treasurer of Kansas City, Kansas, recently committed suicide by drowning himself. Cause, loss of public funds by gam bling. Gov. J. B. Hawley, Hon. W. D. Kelly, ex-Mayor D. M. Fox, J. M. Robb and C. B. Norton, Cen tennial commissioners, were in Atlanta Tuesday, the church, and to struggle there to correct its evils, but the evils which he saw were radical; the life of the church, its power, its hold upon the hearts of men and of monarchs, grew out of them. Strike the ax into the root of the tree, and you threaten the life of the tree itself. The re formers who clung to the church lacked the pathetic genius, the statesman-like foresight of Knox. He severed his connection—protested —and joined the most consistent of them all. He fought them in open field. He was the avowed leader of the Scotch heretics. He was the man for the place. Iron-nerved, lion-hearted, he “ never felt the fear of man.” He preached in the very shadow of an archbishop’s palace, defied royalty, waged polemical battles with amazing eloquence, and filled the historic halls of Holy- rood with the strange magnetism that thrilled and thralled the multitudes — even Catholic multitudes. In the presence of the devoted Romanist Queen Mary, he laid bare the errors and vices of her church, using his pitiless logic as a keen dissecting-knife. He bearded the po tentates of the church and the State, endured exile and imprisonment, despised offered pre ferment in the Church of England when his ad miring friend Cranmer would gladly have given him a bishopric, and, with a persistency worthy of his cause and of himself, urged on the reform ation. Driven by the persecutions of “Bloody ' Mary” from Scotland, he went to the continent, and at Geneva met in the person of Calvin the only peer that the century produced, nor was he in all respects the peer of Knox. Fully equal in intellect and in daring advocacy of his convictions, he lacked the magnetism of the Scot, and the womanly tenderness which makes us love him while we are content to admire the sterner Fran co-Switzer. A man of intense emotions, indignation blazed within him when he beheld the in justice and cruelty of the priesthood, and rage mingled with contempt when he saw the super- ' stition of the ignorant forged into chains for their own enslavement. The same emotional nature is seen, as is also a certain charming ten derness, in the flood of tears and the days of re tirement which followed his consecration to the chief ministry of the Scotch reformation. Born in 1505, he was a lad of twelve years when Luther startled the ecclesiastical world by his theses, and began the reformation in Germany. This movement early attracted his attij^Siinn. and led him to inquire concerning the long-trusted patristic authority. It did not, however, make him a follower of Luther. In deed, he could hardly be a follower who was so manifestly born to lead. Moreover, there was much in Luther’s attitude to the Roman church that seemed to the mind of Knox inconsistent. He could make no stand within the cordon of the church. Separation was to him a necessity. The independence of each local Christian con gregation was his high aim. [For The Sunny South.) COUNTRY NEWSPAPERS. BY ARNOT. Miss Thackeray on Pin-Backs.—The brilliant daughter of the great novelist, who is one of the pets of London society, thus speaks up for the and left at noon for Macon, much-decried pin-back: The European dispatches announce the death “ We are inclined to regard the pinned-back i of Francis Theophilus Henry Hastings, the thir- skirt as a revelation intended to revive conti- teentb Earl of Huntington. He was the leader dence in the first chapter of Genesis, and to restore to a cheating and doubting world the old conceptions of the female form divine, which the ancients made classic in their history, their poetry and their sculpture. The simple dress in which Homer enfolded Helen—the same that As- pasia and Cleopatra wore—wanted nothing in magnificence by reason of its being so fitted as to reveal the outlines of the limbs. Petrarch’s Laura had only two dresses for state occasions, both,cut to fit the figure like a glove; but the plain ness did not prevent their being splendid with gay, profuse and costly charms of hue and trim ming. There is no limit, and there should be none, to the possibilities of brilliancy in woman’s attire; only let the spectacle be honest, consist ent and harmonious. Wliy Don’t You 1—Yes, why don’t you send in the names of your friends who would appreciate our Sunny South, and let us send them speci. men copies ? We will forward one immediately to any friend you may designate if you think he or she would subscribe. Let every friend of the paper work for it this fall and winter, and we will show to the world that there is intelligence enough in the South to sustain a first class liter ary journal. Agents, Where Are You J—We hear nothing from quite a number of parties who call them selves agents for this paper. We must hear from you regularly, and you must work with spirit if you propose to represent The Sunny South. We want no “dead-heads,” and unless you do something, your names will be dropped from the list of agents. Wake up, and compel the people by your persistency to come in upon our subscription books. Now is the time to work. Our New Press.—The next issue of this paper will probably be printed on our splendid new press. It will reach here this week, and will be immediately put up in our excellent press-room. Mr. Campbell, the gentlemanly and efficient agent of the manufacturers, has arrived from New York to superintend the putting of it up. of the Opposition in the last British Parliament. Mr. Gladstone made an address recently before a literary institute at Hawarden, in the course of which he complained that the English as a peo ple are “ rather indolent as regards mental culti vation.” Pandora, the Arctic explorer, has returned to London. AtPeil Sound, within twenty miles of King William’s Land, lieei -jountered impenetra ble ice. He found the graves of three of Sir John Franklin’s men on Beacliy Island. E. A Proctor, the English astronomer, begins his new tour in this country with a course of twelve lectures before the Lowell Institute in Boston. He will go as far West as San Francisco, South to New Orleans, and North to Quebec. Hon. Caleb Cushing, United States Minister to Spain, it is reported, has entefed his protest at Madrid against the Spanish Government sending any more troops to Cuba. The necessi ties of the American Government, by reason of the too insolent domination exercised by Spain in the Gulf of Mexico, has led to this step. Charles G. Fisher, late Assistant United States Attorney of the District of Columbia, has been arrested on a charge of stealing appeal bonds and papers in forty District cases which had been appealed from the police court to the crim inal court, for the purpose of raising money on them. The papers were all recovered, and Fisher was committed to jail. Colonel George Hancock, one of the leaders in the Texan war for independence, died recently at Louisville, Kentucky. When the Texans, al though victorious in several battles, found it im possible to carry on the war with an empty treasury and with no means of obtaining arms and ammunition, Colonel Hancock tendered Gen eral Houston about $60,000 in gold. Publish - is of country newspapers constantly complain of a want of patronage. The complaint may have some foundation, but another com plaint of the people that the country newspapers are generally poor is quite as true as the other. Country newspaper people rarely understand the wants of their patrons. A country newspa per is published for local patronage. Horace ■ Greeley could not have published a weekly news paper in Whittletown that would have had four hundred thousand readers; but he published one in New York city which had that number of readers. The point is this: a newspaper should meet the wants of the people who are expected to sustain it. A local newspaper is not expected to be a journal of the world’s events; but it ought to be a journal of the locality where it is printed. That it ought to contain an epitome of the week’s news, every one knows, but no one looks for the world’s commercial reports, but all expect to have the price current of its locality. Now, pick up your country paper and see wliat there is in it of local interest. The people of the locality patronize it for its local interests; but in place of local items, the editpr, as a rule, says about this: “Before going to press, we started out on the lookout for a local item, hnt narry one could we find.” An editor who would write that ought to be tried by the Press Association for high crimes and misdemeanors. Items of news are not got ten up in that way. Everything should be noted I as it occurs. For an editor to thank Mrs. Smith for a peck of tomatoes is an offense to good taste; not that Mrs. S. ought not to be thanked, but the public have no interest in private donations to the ed itor. But to say that Mrs. Smith has raised fine tomatoes, and tell their size and say a word as j to their mode of culture, is news, provided they are in fact fine. ! It gives the people of a community moreinter- i est in a paper which notices all matters of local , concern than it does to say that the Sultan has : fifty wives. j It is not at all uncommon fora Superior Court j to be held in a county, and the local paper never mention it, and for the most important cases to 1 be tried and the fact never appear. Some simpleton may say that is all known anyhow. That may be true or not; but it is true that four-fifths of all the news in a daily is known before it appears (here is meant local news)- yet no enterprising daily would leave it out, and the people look for it there even if they know it for the editor is supposed to have the correct ver sion of everything. No editor of sense expects to make a village newspaper of general importance; that being so labor to give it the most local interest. A brilliant French woman once said; “O lib erty, how many wrongs have been committed in thy name!” And I say, O we, the royal, ragged pronoun, how much nonsense is perpetrated in thy name! A neoro by the name of Clarke Edmonson was lynched at Jonesboro last Sunday morning. I his is a law-abiding State, and the vilest crim inals should be punished only by law. The strong arm of the law is abundantly able to mete out full justice to all evil-doers without the aid, ot mobs.