The sunny South. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1875-1907, November 06, 1875, Image 4

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JOHN H. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor. MRS. MARY E. BRYAN (*) Associate Editor. ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, NOV. 6, 1875. The money must accompany all orders for this paper, and it will be discontinued at the expiration of the time, unless renewed. NO PAPER LAST WEEK. New Press, New Machinery, New Building. No paper was issued last week because of our getting up our splendid new press and machinery. We are now fitted up in our new four-story building, after the most approved style in every particular, and it will repay one to visit our beautiful press room and see one of the largest, and no doubt the handsomest printing press in the South. Missing an issue will be no loss to subscribers, as they will receive the same number of copies. 1,000 AGENTS IT ANTED. An active and reliable canvasser wanted in every community, to represent “Tile Sun ny South.” SPECIAL CLUB BATES. Organize clubs 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 A, 6, 10 and upwards, $'4 50 each. A “ “ 40 and upwards, 84 45 “ For a Club of 5 at S3, an extra copy will be sent one year free. Your Time is Out with this Issue.—The time of all who subscribed for six months from the beginning of The Sunny South expires with this issue—No. 25. Renew, by all means. We don’t wish to strike any good name from our books. Brain-Building for Both Sexes. — There is deep insight and sound logic in Dr. Edward Clarke’s ideas of brain-building and of educating both sexes—not similarly, but so as to cultivate the difference between them rather than to abol ish it. He holds that the best quality, noblest power and supreme beauty of the two sexes grow out of their dissimilarity, not out of their iden tity. He illustrates this by saying: “When a gardener seeks to produce the best possible apple or peach, he selects one whose beauty or flavor is desirable, and cultivates the selected difference. “Brains rule the world and the individual. The problem of the age which educators are to solve, with all the light that experience, aided by physiology and reflection, can give, is how to build the best brains out of the materials given to work with. The demand of humanity is, give me the best possible brain for men and women both. Fortunately, the necessity of answering this demand admits of no dispute. The best possiple brain is as much a necessity for one sex as for the other. Indeed, such is the divine al liance between the sexes that it is impossible to produce the best possible brain for one sex un less you produce the best possible brain for the other also. This constitution of human nature— the interdependence of the sexes, by which the advance of one is contingent upon the advance of the other, the best development of the mascu line and feminine brain made to wait on each other, who together can unlock the secrets of the universe—is admirably expressed by Emer son, in language that is as full of physiological truth as of poetic beauty: “From the pair is nothing hidden; To the twain is naught forbidden; Hand in hand the comrades go, Every nook of nature through; Each for other were they born; Each the other best adorn.’’ Unless men and women both have brains, the nation will go down. As much brain is needed to govern a household as to command a ship; as much to guide a family aright as to guide a Con gress aright; as much to do the least and the greatest of woman’s work as to do the least and the greatest of man’s work. Moreover, in both sexes, the brain is the conservator of strength and the prolonger of life. It is not only the organ of intellection, volition, and spiritual power, but the force evolved from it, more than the force evolved from any other organ, enables men and women to bear the burdens and per form the duties of life; and with its aid, better than with any surgery, can they overcome the “ills that flesh is heir to.” But the organs whose normal growth and evo lution lead up to the brain, are not the same in men and women. Consequently their brains, though alike in microscopic structure, have in fused into them different, though equally excel lent qualities. If it were not so, Emerson’s lines would be absurd; sex would be a myth; men and women would be identical; and it would be folly to discuss the relation of sex to education. Poor brains, automatic ganglia, will grow like weeds, without cultivation, on any soil. The best brains, the only kind the world needs, are built by education or educated evolution, in ac cordance with working plans that nature fur nishes. Let us endeavor, then, to get seme no tion, however crude, of the way in which the divine Architect, whom we know as nature’s God, builds a human brain. By so doing, we shall clear the way to a correct understanding of the relation of sex to education. The building of a brain—this is to-day’s social problem; and teachers are largely charged with its solution. When this is solved, all other problems will be easily disposed of; for a human brain is the last, the highest, ‘the consummate flower’ of nature’s development on this planet. It cannot be made, except as the crown of the rest of the body, and to a large extent out of the rest of the body. No perfect brain ever crowns an imper fect body. When Michael Angelo reared St. Peter’s dome in the air, he made every stone be neath contribute not only to the use and beauty kof the part he put it in, but to the support and /power of the dome.” Painted Faces and Steam Baths.—“Do tell me what is face enamel, and where can one pur chase it?” writes a “Brunette,” whose complex ion suffers from sun-tan. The real enameling process, of which Madame Rachel possesses the patent, is rather expensive, costing fifty dollars or more; “warranted to wash,” provided that operation is performed lightly and gingerly, with no rubbing and total eschewing of soap. The face of the Empress Eugenie was never seen without its mask of enamel, being painted not only red and white, but darkened under the eyes and with the veins on the temples traced in blue on the white enamel with which they were plastered. The pretty Empress played at piety very gracefully, but fashion absorbed her heart. We are told that in one of her dressing- rooms she had a set of lay figures or dolls of life size, upon which she used to study for hours the different effects of different fashions. “In her chateau of Biarritz, whither she retired for summer ease and relaxation, and the grander influences of the rocks and waves of the Atlantic shore, her dressing-room contained a sort of cupola, in which the dress she was about to wear was suspended so that it might descend upon her person, standing beneath, without the crum pling intervention of the hands of even the best- trained dame d'atours.” That was in the days of hoops, which fashion the Empress was first to resurrect. If she still uses a mechanical contrivance in dressing, it is apt to be, in these days of tight drapery, more on the order of a patent sausage-stutter than of a lamp-extinguisher, such as descended upon her royal person in her blue and gold boudoir at Biarritz. But to return to the desire for a fair complex ion. A Paris correspondent of the Daily Graphic. reveals a secret which he declares was learned in Europe by a young American matron from Milwaukee, Wisconsin—a blue-eyed, golden haired matron, who would have been blonde and beautiful had not “fever n ager ” and West ern bile set their saffron stamp in the grain of her complexion, and defied the health-resorts of Europe, the skill of physicians and the power of cosmetics to remove. Her husband declared, that “just to ease Kitty’s mind.” he would give i five thousand dollars for a lotion that would re- . store the lily hue of her complexion. But none was forthcoming, and Kitty found out the secret | for herself. Her curious sister boarders made the j exciting discovery that every day, after going out mysteriously in her plainest dress, she returned with her complexion a shade or two whiter, until finally it became of dazzling fairness. They con jured up stories of secret meetings, a lover, and the magic of le grande passion; but an accidental rencounter solved the mystery. The Paris cor respondent writes: “ It is not more than a month ago that Madame S., a florid and portly English matron, who is as much concerned at her prospective increase to elephantine proportions as was ever Lord Byron at the gain of a pound of adipose, went out to take a Turkish bath, having been recom mended to do so as a remedy against excessive corpulence. She returned to the hotel and to her gossips, pale with excitement and stuttering with a desire to tell her story faster than her tongue could move. “I went into the room,” she gasped, “ and called for my attendant. She came dressed in a red flannel blouse in Turkish trousers, with bare feet and arms. She was as white as milk everywhere — on bosom, neck, arms, feet, face. She was as loveJy_as._a pyttnuy- with her shining golden hair and large blue eyes. She was prettier than a picture, for she — she-she was Mrs. C.!” “This was the whole matter in a nut-shell. Mrs. C. had observed, while taking her Turkish bath, that her attendants had the whitest skins imaginable. Questioning them, she learned that it was a result of their life of sweating in a hot, damp atmosphere. Instantly her resolution was taken, and, taking advantage of her husband’s absence, she became an attendant in the Turk ish bath establishment in an endeavor to rid herself of her yellow roses.” All our belles of bilious complexion will be wanting to don flannel blouses, and offer them selves as assistants to Dr. Wilson, of Turkish bath renown. But we should like to know why bending over the family wash-tub, full of hot soap-suds and steaming linen, would not fur nish equally well the requisite of a “damp, moist atmosphere” for blanching the complexion to milky whiteness. Turkish baths are not a cheap or convenient appendage to an establishment, but the wash-tub is one of the family bulwarks, and all our sallow beauties may bleach them selves while whitening their muslins, with • • • “Naked, dimpled arms— Round, glittering arms, plunged elbow-deep in Buds, Like white swans hid in lilies alla-shake.’’ A Noble Georgia Boy and Girl.—That excel lent newspaper correspondent, Sidney Herbert, in one of his letters to the Savannah Morning News, about the- Georgia State Fair, pays the following merited compliment to a Georgia boy and Georgia girl: Yesterday there was a fine display of what a true Georgia raised country boy can do, who loves the old home and farm labor better than a city mansion and fine clothes. When the four- mule farm teams were ordered in the stock ring, three teams entered^ two of them driven by ne groes and one by a well-grown white boy in homespun. The other teams were larger and handsomer than his, had better harness and finer wagons, but his well-trained, neat looking mules, with home-made .collars, wagon-body and singletrees, carried off the prize, and when the blue ribbon was tied on, the crowd fairly yelled their approbation. Then this noble fel low put his team around the ring in a manner that would almost shame Clay’s greatest per formances. The committee wanted to put a blue ribbon on him for the best Georgia raised, homespun, hard-working farm boy. His name is Larkin W. Stewart, of Clinton, Jones county, Ga., and if every county in the State had fifty such boys within its limits, the sun of prosper ity would soon blaze upon this section of the country. As Senator Bayard well said, such men are the hope of the nation. To-day I have found a noble type of the young women who are needed all over the land to make happy, comfortable and prosperous homes; not a fashionable, accomplished young lady of ele- | gant leasure, but a sensible, modest and trne- ; hearted young woman. She carries oft’ no prizes for fancy needle-work and painting, but for light rolls, light-bread, cakes of all kinds, jellies, preserves, pickles and wines, she has six or eiglii premiums, as well as one for the best col lection. As I tasted her wines, and ate some of her splendid rolls and cakes, I felt that her grand display ought to revolutionize the habits of thousands of young ladies whom her noble ex- ; THEATRICALS. Harry and Rose Watkins are great favorites with the Southern theatre-going public, and are always received with open arms, but they were a little unfortunate in their last appearance in this city. “ The Two Orphans ” will never meet with a cordial reception before a Southern au dience, because of the many broad and coarse insinuations in portions of the plot. The main incidents are striking enough, and the denoue ment entirely satisfactory, but scenes are in troduced which seem to have no connection whatever with the plot. Little Amy Lee plays the role of the blind girl capitally, and works up for herself the full sympathies of the entire audience. On Saturday night they presented, with fine ♦ fleet, Harry Watkins romantic drama, “Trod den Down, or Under Two Flags,” and every per son present was delighted. Rose Watkins, in the two characters of The Shingawn and Mary McCarthy, won everybody’s heart and brought tears to many eyes. During this week, we have had something en tirely new and unique from the “Troubadours,” a splendid company, under the management of Jno. T. Ford, proprietor and manager of the leading theatres of Baltimore and Washington City. The style of their performances is similar to that of the world-renowned “Yokes,” min gling opera with comedy and burlesque. The striking little comedy of “Sailing Under False Colors,” and their “comic absurdity” of 4 Patchwork ’ were presented to a good house on Monday evening. This was their first appearance in this city, and at this writing are the only roles in which we have seen them. From the begin ning to the end of the evening’s entertainment the ample should stimulate to a better knowledge of audience was kept in a roar of merriment and domestic affairs. Miss Julia B. Johnson, daugh- ! ter of Mrs. W. L. Johnson, of Macon, deserves | a blue ribbon for b'eing the best Georgia raised domestic girl, for I doubt if she has her superior j or equal in the State in domestic qualities of a j dancin high order. Too much commendation cannot be given such noble boys as Larkin W. Stewart, nor too much credit be given such rare domestic girls as Miss Julia B. Johnson. They deserve a place upon the roll of honor of earth’s true no bility. Richmond Notes.—A correspondent of the Lynchburg News, in speaking of the good old city of Richmond, Va., says: Hurried observations convince us that Rich mond is prospering, even more than we dared hope for, while Manchester, but recently a small town, has “spread out,” and donned city airs. It is one of the liveliest places we ever saw, and is a real “map of busy life.” The spirit of im provement is everywhere visible; the ravages of the war have disappeared, and the chivalrous and patriotic people of the capital are hopeful and jubilant. New buildings are going up in every direction, and many antiquated and tumbledown struc tures are being remodeled. The Enquirer has again changed hands, and maintains its high reputation as a live and relia ble newspaper. The equestrian statue of General Washington begins to look awfully old. It seems to me that it ought to be rubbed up. It is probable that there have been 50,000 peo ple here within the last two days. Your corres pondent never saw such a crowd, and is really too much bewildered, even yet, to write intel ligently of the numberless objects of interest he has seen. Let no Lynchburger, coming to Richmond, fail to visit Hollywood Cemetery. Since our last visit it has been metamorphosed into a real “thing of beauty,” while the long list of the distinguished dead whose dust reposes here invests the sacred enclosure with melancholy interest. It will require several hours to visit all the points of interest, and what the stranger learns will amply repay him for his trouble. Castle Thunder, Castle Lightning, the Presi dent’s house, and Camps Lee and Winder, and Chimborazo hospital, have all undergone won derful changes. Indeed, we could scarcely be lieve that they were the same, and with, the exception of Castle Square and the Exchange, we hardly saw an object that looked familiar. The Foley statue of the immortal Jackson is still the object of general remark. It presented a beautiful appearance last night as innumera ble gas jets presented in shining colors the let ters “S. J.”.and a sword perfectly formed. Richmond now deserves to be called “the city of statues,” for certainly it has some of the finest works of art that have been produced during the present century. The statue is the wonder and admiration of all, and thousands viewed it to-day, who were “crowded out” at the inauguration ceremonies. A Hint to Rich Men’* Daughters.—The fol lowing sensible ideas ate from Harpers Bazar, and we commend them Yo the attention of all the young ladies of our country: “There are very few, comparatively, of the ‘sweet girl graduates ’ of this year of grace who ought not to be earning a fixed income as their brothers are doing. There is not one of them to whom it is not a plain duty to know how. The daughters of rich men certainly have a right to all the elegance and leisure they can afford to pay for. But in America the tenure of wealth is so uncertain that the heiress of to-day may be the stipendiary of to-morrow. If she cannot produce, but must remain a consumer only, then she is guilty of a breach of that unwritten compact with society, under whose conditions we all come to birth, and whose violation is dishon orable. Besides, it is the daughters of rich men ' Who must encourage the belief that the capacity to earn is as natural and dignified a function of women as of men. It was not till Camilla, of Fifth Avenue, rich enough to spoil a. velvet robe daily', looped upTier shifting draperies above the contamination of the pavements, that Biddy of the Bowery, too poor to spare the price of a shil ling print a month, dared lift her draggled hems to an economical and cleanly height. When the Camillas put on the cashmere and serge cut, with severe simplicity, then the daughters of the bank tellers, the insurance agent, the strug gling lawyer, the small shopkeeper, the genteel, poverty-pinched widow, cheerfully substituted that wise fashion for the sleazy silks and abun dant cheap trimmings they had cherished. Thus rich girls must make work fashionable if it is to be honored. Were, it understood that the daugh ters of Dives had become accomplished milliners, or telegraphers, or type-setters, or teachers, or bookkeepers, or florists, and were proud of their competency, then the daughters of Lazarus would rush to perfect themselves in like attain ments, and would exercise them to their profit and pleasure. As it is, it is not indolence, it is not incapacity 7 , it is not carelessness of the cease less toil of the overworked father and mother which keeps our girls of genteel families from openly and gladly earning their own bread. It is the feeling that a working woman loses caste. Out of this false estimate of things grows not only that hollow life of shabby gentility which distorts the character of all who lead it, but that habit of mind which regards marriage as a pru dential arrangement, a bargain which guarantees board and clothes on the one side for an indefi nite quid pro quo on the other. on a keen lookout for more fun; and indeed it came in a succession of grotesque movements, humorous combinations, comical songs good and burlesque acting. Miss Gertie Granville, a charming brunette with raven hair and eyes, won general admiration for her easy and graceful movements. Miss Nellie McHenry is perfectly at home on the stage, and if any thing, a little too much so. She] is inclined all the while to overdraw the picture, and the effect is not pleasing. OliverWren is a fine comedian, and never fails to amuse. The gentlemen of the company are all pleasant and agreeable. “THO’ LOST TO SIGHT.” To the Editor of The Sunny South : I was a little surprised to find in your issue of the Kith instant a paragraph that gravely states that the poem in which the oft-quoted verse, “Tho’ lost to sight, to memory dear,” was writ ten by Ruthven Jenkyns, and that it was origin ally published in the Greenwich Magazine for Mai ■ines (or, marines, as there given!. These statements you give on the authority 7 of Mr. S. Corbett, of Randolph county 7 , and of Melvin, of New Orleans. I am not aware, of course, what proofs these gentlemen are prepared to bring to establish the ground taken, and my impression is that both of them have been misled. I hardly 7 think it necessary— and if necessary, I have not the leisure to do so just now—to give the story (for it is a rather long one), but will give y r ou what I consider the well-established conclusions about the matter: First—The poem in question is a waif that has been floating around in newspapers for many years. Second—The name Ruthven Jenkyns was made for it by a gentleman in San Francisco, about 1872, as a jest. Third—The Greenwich Magazine for Marines was an invention by the same party, the phrase ‘ ‘for Marines ” being added to prevent gulls from being deceived by it; just as the mingling of the patrician and plebeian names in “Ruthven Jen kyns ” was designed to prevent imposture by making the joke palpable. There was of course no such magazine published at Greenwich or anywhere else in 1701 or 1702, or at any other time. Mr. John Bartlett, the author of “Familiar Quotations, ” has made thorough inquiries both in Edinburgh and in Greenwich, and has appa rently proven, so far as one can be expected to prove a negative, the points above given as re gards the Greenwich Magazine and Ruthven Jen kyns. Before dropping this subject, let me mention the fact, which also ought to be generally well- known, that the canard about “Consistency’s a jewel,” and “Murtaugh’s Collection of Bal lads,” is a hoax of the same character. I have looked up that matter also myself. Jas. Wood Davidson. Washington, D. C., Oct. 21, 1875. [For Tlie Sunny South.) MORE ABOUT THE PROFESSIONS. BY RELLIM. Your correspondent, “Arnot,” seems to be nearly right in his views upon the subject of the professions. That there are too many pro fessional men, especially lawyers, can certainly admit of no doubt. The amount of strife be tween “parties litigant,” the burdensome extent of needless legislation, but, above all, the cor rupt and corrupting laws so encouraging to dis honesty, all of which is mainly the work of the “legal fraternity,” cry aloud for a reduction of this self-important class of our fellow-citizens. The good farmers that are, in the estimation of your correspondent, so much needed by the country, are conscientiously prepared to com pletely abate these legal nuisances. If all the people were to obey the only necessary code— that contained in the Bible—we would need no lawyers at all; not only the numerous and mis erable throng, whose pitiable existence as pro fessionals is so deeply deplored by your worthy correspondent, but even the few whose position is amid “the breezy grandeur of the top round of the ladder,” just ready to step up into the plenteous “ room ” above. Were men to obey the “golden rule,’’they could well afford to offer up, in one grand holocaust for the well-being of society, all the law books, writs, processes and forms devised by man, and convert their court houses, so-called “temples of justice,” into in stitutions of learning for the advancement of agricultural science and art. But, as good farmers, we protest against “ Ar- not’s” intellectual gradation of farmers and pro fessionals. His scale of rotation as to mental capacity seems to include two “infinite series:” the one, comprising the farmers, has its initial point at the lowest limit of the bottomless abyss of intellectual nothingness, and reaches, through an infinity of negative quantities, up to zero; the other series, embracing the professionals, takes its beginning at the extreme upper limit of first series — that is, at zero, and extending to infinity again through positive quantities up to the “breezy grandeur of the top round,” where there is so much coveted “room.” In other words, he makes the maximum of sense for a farmer less than the minimum for a lawyer. This is a mistake under which many labor, and this misconception of the “real nature of things” causes many a farmer boy to rush into the pro fessions. The brain and energy sufficient to make a good farmer would fit a lawyer for going up where there is such abundance of “room.” History does truly repeat itself, for among the farming classes may be found many a Ciucinnatus who, with equal ability and integrity, can till the soil or rule the nation. Standing upon the “dignity of our calling,” we protest against having thrust upon us, against our will, any miserable throng of wrecks or refuse of the pro fessions. These, my dear “Arnot,” are the men we want. [For The Sunny South.] THE UNITY OF RACES. the white maw is to possess the earth. There has been, particularly of late years, much discussion on the question of the unity of the races. In the main, it is a very foolish dis cussion, because one in which no definite decis ion can ever be reached, and even though there could, we see no practical good which would re sult therefrom. Still, it is natural lor people to speculate about matters beyond their knowledge. There is also a general expectation that men of learning should say something original; and if they can think of nothing original about things known, they must advance into the world of the unknown, and tell of what their superior vision can discern in realms where, to the common view, all is blackness impenetrable and shadows void. To these causes must we ascribe the fact that so many essays have been written and pub lished upon subjects of which we do not and never can know anything. \Ve set out, however, to have our “say ” on this “unity” question. Our view of it is neither very profound nor very original. In one word, we do not believe in the unity. We believe that the five great types of man were even more dis tinct when they came from the hands ot the Cre ator than they are now. Yet we believe the Mo saic history. We think it, however, the history of only one race. We think Adam was the pro genitor of the Caucasian race, and of that only. Of how and when the other races came into the world, we cannot know, and therefore need not speculate. We are quite aware that this theory has its difficulties; but we think it has fewer than any that can be advanced. In it we can read the destiny—not exactly manifest-of the races for coming time. God gave unto Adam and his posterity the earth to subdue and pos sess. This, which was at once a prophecy and a command, lias not yet been fulfilled; but it is in process of fulfillment, and will eventually be fulfilled. All things, organic or inorganic, plants or animals, must he subdued to the use of man— of Adamic man. Those which cannot be thus reduced must be exterminated. Harmful beasts, and all animals, of whatever class, which cannot be made to subserve his interests, must eventu ally yield to his strength or skill and disappear from the face of the earth. Among these are the other races of mankind If their muscles or their brains can be made to promote his comfort or his advancement, they may be preserved. But when brought into antagonism, they must give way and eventually be exterminated. Tlie his tory of the world during the centuries that man has been its occupant, proves clearly that no other than the white race is capable of civiliza tion. While the Shemitic races have made some advancement, their cultivation is of a grade far inferior to that attained by Europeans. We think we are sustained by facts in asserting that they are not endowed with those energies of mind and body which can make them the equals or the successful competitor of the Caucasians. When brought, as we suppose must some time be, in sharp antagonism with each other, these, as the weaker, must yield and disappear. Such has been the history of the aboriginal race of this continent. This extinction progresses rapidlj 7 , and will soon be entirely accomplished; for, while they had little capacity for civilizing themselves, or for being civilized, they had proud, unyielding minds, which forbade their subordination to the superior race. The Asiatics and the Africans are not so constituted that the antagonism will be so certain or so irreconcila ble. Still it will come, hastened on by those false philosophers who, in zeal for an absurd theory, set at naught the teachings both of God’s word and of His providence. Then that which shall soon be written of the red man, will also be written of the yellow, brown and black man, and the white man will remain, alone, ruler and possessor of the earth. PERSONALS. MOVEMENTS IN SOUTHERN SOCIETY. W. E. Mnmford, editor of the Talbotton Stand ard, was married on the fourth to Miss Ida Leo nard, of Talbott county. The announcement in the Atlanta Herald that Gen. P. M. B. Young was married to Miss Doyal on the twenty-eighth ult. was a mistake. The ex-Congressman lias not yet been lassoed. The Griffin News said, a short time since, that the marriage fever had broken out in that city, and that several marriages would soon take place. An elegant bridal supper was given to Mr. and Mrs. It. A. Hardee last month by Mrs. Stewart. A correspondent, writing from Richmond to the Lynchburg News, says he never saw such an array of beauty as is visible here. On the streets, at the hotels, inside the Fair Grounds, every where, are petite forms and lovely faces, and after gazing till his eyes dance and his head is crazed, the stranger retires only to dream of silken lashes and liquid eyes. Where does all this beauty come from? Saturday, the ltith ult., was the silver wedding of Mr. and Mrs. A. H. Flewellen, who now pre side with so much success over Andrew Female College, in Cuthbert, Ga., and it was made the occasion to many friends of a most happy sur prise to the popular pair. A handsome supper was given by them, with many costly presents, and a warm letter was read from the venerable Dr. Pierce, who married them twenty-five years ago, and was then an old man. jpi)" We have in hand for next issue a sprightly article on “ Woman’s Rights ” from Jennie Wren, in reply to the Herald. She takes the boys’ side. Foster Blodget is not coming back to Georgia. Robert Dale Owen is out of the hospital, and lecturing again. Prof. Alexander Hogg is the Superintendent of the Public Schools of Alabama. The late Judge Rosevelt left a million of dol lars for each of his four children. Joseph Jefterson has given five hundred dol lars toward the monument to Washington Irving. The dedication at Baltimore of a monument to Edgar Allen Poe has been postponed until November 4. Hon. Reverdy Johnson will sail for Europe next week, to be absent about two months on professional duties. Mrs. N. Orr and daughters have arrived in Paris, and possibly may return to the United States by the holidays. Ex-Senator Zachary Chandler, of Michigan, succeeds Hon. Columbus Delano as Secretary of the Interior. Ex-President Theirs has declared that the Re public is the government for France in the fu ture, and therefore it must be maintained. John Morrissey has been forced into the field as anti-Tammany candidate for Senator from the Fourth district, New Y'ork. Joaquin Miller was last Sunday the guest of George W. Childs, in Philadelphia. Mr. Miller has gone to Washington and other places on a lecturing tour. Captain Worst, who died at St. Leon, Indiana, recently, aged 88, was with Napoleon at Jena and Austerlitz, marched to Moscow, and was wounded at Waterloo. Mr. W. F. Gill, publisher, of Boston, pos sesses the original manuscript of Poe’s poem of “The Bells.” The handwriting is handsome and very clear. The late Mr. Singer, the famous sewing ma chine man, had five wives and twenty-two chil dren. But he left a fortune of fifteen millions of dollars. He needed a sewing machine. Governor Chamberlain has issued an address to the people of South Carolina urging them to take action to secure a fitting representation of the State at the Centennial. Mr. James Gordon Bennett will give a num ber of balls this winter, and to this end is hav ing a ball-room added to his Fifth Avenue resi dence. It was built by mechanics from New port, R. I. Robert M. Davis, of Paris, Ky., was found dead in his bed on the 21st ultimo. He was the most prominent lawyer at the Paris bar, a son of the Hon. Garrett Davis, and a man universally respected. Professor James C. Watson, of the Michigan University, discovered a planet Tuesday night. Its right ascension is fifteen minutes sixteen seconds; its declension seven minutes and three seconds north. It shines like a star of the tenth magnitude. It is moving west and south. The editor of the Washington Gazette has been to see Mr. Stephens. He says: “We found him apparently very feeble, and suffering extreme prostration from his recent violent attack. We were glad, however, to find that he was at that time free from pain and without any fever. He spoke cheerfully, and his voice still retained a considerable degree of strength, and had its usual clear tone and the old-time ring.” A bibulous old man said the reason he couldn’t drink water w as because it tastes so of sinners since the flood.