The sunny South. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1875-1907, November 06, 1875, Image 4
JOHN H. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor.
MRS. MARY E. BRYAN (*) Associate Editor.
ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, NOV. 6, 1875.
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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.