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/» JOHN H. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor. MRS. MARY E. BRYAN (*) Xieoeiate Editor. A. L. HAMILTON, D. D., - Associate Editor And Manager of Agencies. ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, APRIL 22, 1876. Thk money must scoompany all orders for this paper, and it will be discontinued at the expiration of the time, nnless renewed. SCIENCE AND THE BIBLE. Tyndall, Spencer, Huxley, Darwin, et Omne Genus, Triumphantly Refuted. BY W. P. HA PRISON, D.O., IN “THE SUNNY SOUTH.” We begin next week the publication of a series of masterly discourses from the pen of the able and learned Dr. Harrison, in opposition to the doctrines and theories of all the celebrated mate rialists, and invite universal attention to them. The attention of all ministers is espe cially called to them. THE MTJTEBANKER; OK, The House of Secrets. We begin in a week or so a most exciting story with the above title, from the pen of one of the most brilliant writers of the West. £9* Be ready to renew. The times are hard, but every one of our present patrons must stand by us one more year, if no longer. The paper is only an infant as yet, but one or two more years will make it a GIANT. Complimentary to Our Richmond Agent,— Bnt few men, comparatively, possess the quali fications necessary for successful agents. Un tiring energy, delicate sensibilities, high honor, unyielding tenacity, good address, keen percep tion and cultivated intelligence are some of the indispensable essentials. Such persons, of course, are rare, but in our accomplished Rich mond representative, R. G. Agee, we find all these qualifications remarkably blended. He is one of the most successful agents of the age, and to his untiring energy is The Sunny South mainly indebted for its wonderful introduction in the Old Dominion. But we have a private rr Highly complimentary of him, and are pleased to give it a place: Chalk Level, Va., April 3, 1876. To the Editor of The Sunny South: I have watched with interest the increasing prosperity of your paper,—the wonder of North ern critics and the pride of the South. A per severing and honest agency is one of the secrets of success, and as merit insures the meed of just praise, it affords me pleasure to say that R. G. Agee, of Richmond, Va., is one of the most persevering agents I have ever seen. He accepts no excuse, but you must take The Sunny South, nolens volens. The text from which he reasons is this: It is the cheapest, the best, the most handsome and interesting paper extant. During the session of the Legislature he takes his stand in the rotunda of the Capitol, and woe to the member who passes by and won’t sub scribe ! And a large number present of both houses are on his list. He knows what chord to strike—” take it for your wife,” and the mem ber absent from home, wishing to send this agreeable surprise, is recorded at once in the affirmative. Success to the little agent, Agee. Respectfully, Lamkin. Beautiful Tribute to a Noble Man.—From the Thomasville (Ga.) Times we extract the fol lowing brief but beautiful tribute to a noble Georgian: “ That man lives greatly, Whate'er his fate, or famo, who greatly dies; High-flushed with hope, where heroes shall despair." “Died, at the Gnlf House, in this city, on the morning of the 27th, Captain Thomas Lyon Wallace, in his thiry-sixth year. “ We can give this brief tribute to an old- time friend no more appropriate heading than the beautiful couplet from “Young’s Night Thoughts.” Yes, Tom Wallace was great in death. Perfectly calm and resigned, he met the last enemy, as he had often faced him before on the bloody battlefield, without the tremor of a nerve. Bidding his grief-stricken wife and sob bing little boy an affectionate “good-by,” he quietly breathed his last, leaning confidently on his Saviour, in whose atoning blood he implicitly trusted. He sleeps undisturbed by war’s rude alarms. The great “ roll-call ” of nations, in that day of all days, alone remains for him to answer.” He was the son of Major Campbell Wallace of this city, a man whom everybody admires—nay, whom everybody loves—and the noble qualities of this noblest of men had been transmitted to the son. To live in the esteem and grateful rec ollections of one’s countrymen is rarely the good fortune of the dying of this age; but this will be the record of these two men. Captain Thomas Wallace was a citizen of Bar tow county, where he had resided since the war; but in the hope of recuperating his failing health, had gone to Thomasville for the benefit of the climate. Way Over in the Promised Land—Texas.— Has some friend of your youth been lost to your sight—swallowed up in the whirlpool of years ? Wait a while; you will hear of him—in Texas. Has some man failed in business and disappear ed, borne down forever it seemed by the break ers of bankruptcy? Wait; if he had any buoy ancy in him, he will rise to the surface—in Texas. Yon will hear of him as running a steam saw-mill, or a factory, or a great wheat or cotton farm, or a mighty ranch with its thousands of sleek, browsing cattle, or a thriving store at some one of the many wide-awake, bustling towns that have sprung up like magic at the first blast of the steam whistle. The young couple who ran away from your town one summer night—poor young man and pretty daughter of a purse-proud curmudgeon— you hear of at last, safe and prosperous in Texas, in a home on the edge of the prairie—a thriving little farm, fruit-loaded orchards, clouds of chickens and geese, oceans of yellow cream and a flock of rosy-cheeked girls and boys. The man who had gone down hill in his native place, who had somehow grown shabby and dispirited, whom his neighbors spoke to condescendingly, and whose wife was “not in society, my dear,” and whose mainspring of life seemed broken— that man picked up courage at last and moved away; he went to Texas of course, received a new lease of life and spirit, made money, won the respect of the hearty, generous citizens of his new State, and now holds a Judge’s office and carries his portly chin as high as any man. The young man, bom with the inherited taint of poverty or maybe family disgraoe to keep him down in his community, and crush out all talent and all hope from his mind, broke away from the yoke and went away—went to Texas, where welcome hands were held out to him, and a fear less, independent people, with hearts as broad as their lands, asked not of his past, but helped him to make for himself a present and a future. Truly, Texas is the Mecca to which turn the faces of our Southern and Eastern pilgrims; it is the harbor which attracts the waves of restless life, of ardent adventure, of progressive energy. A while ago, we were accustomed to look upon Texas as merely the wild refuge of crime, the asylum of failure and defeat, the land of whom all outcasts said, “ Though each other State rejects us, There is one that gladly Texas (takes us.)” Even now, something of this idea clings around the name of the Lone Star State, and we cannot realize what Texas really is. Not that it is a mighty empire in itself, with diverse climates and soils, with vast resources and natural advan tages, and grand possibilities in the future; it is not this that we fail to realize, but the fact of the rapid strides in civilization which have been made by this young empire; of the grand devel opment in its resources which has already been effected, the fact of its wide-spread intelligence, energy and progressive spirit which have built railroads, factories, towi^s, colleges, churches and printing houses everywhere throughout the land so lately a wilderness; which have opened up ave nues of traffic and inaugurated gigantic schemes of State improvement, and of facilitating trade and commerce. Much of this wonderfully rapid progress is due to the natural advantages possessed by Texas, but more to the spirit of her people—to their ardent determination, their zeal for State improvement, Our Native Trees.—'$> cut down trees in clearing up land for cultivation is a necessary evil, but to slay these forest monarchs unneces sarily, when their presence would be no encum brance, but instead arb&inty, an ornament such as no art can replace, i{ a barbaric act. Yet, how often do we see it donie ? How often do we see hill-tops denuded of their green crowns, slopes swept bare of the blossoming beauty of shrubs and vines, and of the graceful, slender- growing trees, through the mistaken idea of making “ things look clear,” or of giving “folks from the road a good view of the house,” when that structure, being in all probability a square shaped, inartistic affair, painted a staring white, would look far better seen through glimpses of intervening boughs ? Another frequent mistake is the planting of so-called ornamental trees and fancy shrubs, bought from the nursery, instead of the more vigorously-growing, gracefully-shaped and finer- foliaged trees and sj^rfubs indigenous to the soil. Often these are vaooriously extirpated from the spot they adorned, and their places filled by the sickly, plants and saplings. Few foreign trees w' t. tlarComparison in grace and stateliness and*porous, rapid growth, with our native trees—with the oak, and ash and elm, the red-bud, the birch, which the Et- trick Shepherd called the “ lady of the woods,” the dwarf pine, with its beautiful shape, its rich dark-green that the frost tinges with splen did bronze, and above all, the crab-apple, with its gracefnl, compact form, and its wealth of ex quisite flowers, tinted like the sea-shell, and flinging on the breeze a perfume sweeter and richer, if less cloying, than the snowy Indian champac or the Arabian jessamine. There are no foreign shrubs more fragrant, more delicate and splendid in coloring, than the wild azalia — our old indigenous favorite, the honeysuckle. Think of a hedge or a great bank of these in all their many varieties and shades of color, from snowy white and palest pink to richest ruby r -5 '''gorgeous flame-color— such as now wave froYwhere through our woods, the advance b>.ju g crs of spring—think of a great group of thes& vike a bank of sunrise- clouds) thrown out in full relief by a back ground of golden-green, laurels! Would not the effect be fine? Apropos of the laurel, or bay, it is another of our beautiful, neglected native trees. It grows profusely by our Southern and Western streams— not so grand of statue or of bloom as its sister, the superb magnolia, but beautiful in its shape, in its glossy, ever-green foliage and its flowers— cups of delicate ivory more finely carved than the magnolia, and filled with a delicious fra grance— so powerful and pervading that it comes like a message of poetry to the traveler far up on the dusty hills. * Birds Upon Bonnets.— •• She wore a nut-shell bonnet, With a big bird roosting upon it.” We are glad that the spring, which has called so many real birds to our bowers, has brought fewer of the glass-eyed, stuffed specimens to our bonnets. A cruel and unlovely fashion was that of frerchiag tb ssa».i*^ 0 A, .*.V> pitiful mockery of life givJii 5y their outstretch- Why Write? —A simple countryman, upon entering a room in which a few thousand vol umes were arranged upon shelves, was filled with wonder. “I really had not supposed,” said he, “ that there were so many books in the world. Why write more ? Surely, no one can carry in his head all the learning that is in all these. Can anything new be written? Why not let book-making cease ?” Our dear Rusticus, you are parly in the right No one mind can contain all that is in this little library. It is quite likely that most of the good things have been said, and said in language as terse and strong as men will ever invent. The great moral duties of men are what they were when Enoch, the seventh from Adam, vainly rea soned with his perverse generation. Bravery, intemperate wrath, political prudence, filial pi ety, love, woman’s frailty and woman’s faith, are just what they were when “the blind old bard of Scio’s rocky isle” recited the story of Troy to crowds of admiring Greeks. In poetry, in romance, in ethics, one would be bold who should hope to improve upon what has been written. Still, for all this, book-making need not, must not cease. Our intellectual appetites require something fresh. We admit the excellence of the old, but we crave the new. We neglect the essays of Addison, Montaigne and Lamb, spark ling as they are with the wit of the rarest kind, to read inferior productions upon which the ink is scarcely dry. Besides, dear sir, society is ever changing. The heart of man may be what it was in the days of Achilles and Agamemnon; but his conduct will be modified by his sur roundings. We must have new books, then, to “catch the living manners as they rise,” and photograph the age as it is passing for future generations. In science and art, too, advances are being continually made which require the pen to make them known; and history is being made all over the world, and it demands the ser vices of many a scribe to keep pace with its achievements. So you see Solomon’s prophetic vision was correct when he said, “Of making many books there is no end.” OUR [For The Sunny South.] SOUTHERN EDITORS. NO. I—NATHANIEL P. T. PINCH, OP THE ATLANTA CONSTITUTION. There are many forces acting upon the public progress every day which are hidden from the eyes and knowledge of those who are affected by the mysterious influence. Like those silent forces of nature which act imperceptibly, and are only recognized in their results, when ac- ccomplished, so are the employments of these unheralded and private human workers never known until brought to public view by some significant effect which leads inquiry back to the first cause. Of this class of workers there are, perhaps, more pertinent and worthy ex amples in the editorial profession than in any other. To argue why this should be true is for eign to our purpose; illustration will more per fectly convey evidence for conviction. Nathaniel P. T. Finch, editor-in-chief of the Atlanta daily Constitution, is a notable exemplar of this class of workers. He is a native of the State of New York, having been born in Steuben LITERARY NOTES. Mr. Jenkins’temperance brochure, “The Devil’s liphain,” published here by Harper «fc Brothers, nas reached ten thousand copies in England. The new Centennial edition of “ Bancroft’s History of the United States” will be the most attractive form of this standard work. It is to be in six volumes, at S2.50 a volume, and the work has been thoroughly revised. C. P. Somerby will issue this spring a volume on “The Politics of the Gospels,” by Austin Bierbower; a Jewish work on “The Historical Jesus of Nazareth,” by Rabbi Schlesinger, of Albany; and a small volume on “The Ultimate Generalization. ” “Septimus Felton, or the Elixir of Life,” is the latest volume published in the new edition of Hawthorne’s works that Osgood & Co. are now publishing, modeled upon the style of their “Little Classics.” It is a charming style, and the popular verdict has stamped it with ap proval. Miss Fannie Andrew’s book, “Family Secret," will be issued during the present week, and from what we know of the author, through her writings over the nom de plume “ Elzey Hay,” we anticipate a novel of unusual excellence. The book will find its way to our book-sellers at an early day. Prof. Michelet, who died lately at Berlin, left behind him a systematic work on the Hegelian philosophy in manuscript, and the Athenaium cites, as a curious sign of the almost complete extinction of the Hegelian influence in Ger many, the fact that no publisher has as yet been found sufficiently courageous to undertake its publication. The story of Forts Sumter and Moultrie in 1860 and 1861 has been told by Major-General Doubleday in a little volume published recently by Harper & Bros. The events described in it are told simply and clearly, and bring those awful days very vividly back to one’s memory. The volume is valuable as an historical mono graph, written by one of the chief actors in the ’ deeds recorded. Mr. Edwin Bacon is publishing a series of papers on human longevity in the New York Herald of Health, and from one of these wo learn that Dr. Lambert has offered a reward of five hundred dollars for a clearly established case of a life prolonged to upwards of one hundred and five years, and a thousand dollars for an estab lished case of a life extended to one hundred and ten. A volume to be issued by D. Appleton <fc Co., called “The Progress of Science,” will give, within the compass of a duodecimo volume, a comprehensive “short history” of natural sci ence and the progress of scientific discovery from the time of the Greeks to our own day. The author, Miss Arabella B. Buckley, has the recommendation of having been Sir Charles Ly- ell’s private secretary. LOCAL NOTES. Judge J. F. Pou, of Columbus, Georgia, has been selected as the orator for the twenty-sixth, and lias accepted. The Ladies’ Bazar, of the First Baptist Church, held several evenings last week in the Kimball House, was eminently successful, we learn, in raising funds for building a fence around their fine church. / A Home fob the Obphans.—The Ladies’ Mem orial Association passed a resolution on Tuesday last to co-operate with the Ladies’ Benevolent ed wings and bead eyes, among the ribbons and laces of our belles. It suggested painful instead of pleasing thoughts—thoughts of the traps and snares and poisoned bait, by which these inno cent rovers of the free air had been secured without injury to their plumage. We were re minded of the Cuban senoritas, who stick pins , , . , . , . through the great fire-flies of their island and and the generosity and perseverance which they , . , , ° . „ . _ , . .. . . i fasten them in their black braids when they have 6hown in their efforts to attract emigration to their borders. So vast is the territory of Texas, so varied its soil and climate, so abundant its nat ural pasturage, that it combines within itself the advantage of a stock-raising, manufacturing and agricultural country; of a temperate and a semi- tropical zone. Tropical nuts and fruits, forests of sugar-cane, indigo, tea and Casava grow in one portion of the State; cotton and corn in another, while wheat, beef, cheese and batter are the products of a third. Vast tracts of rich prairie lands that lay beyond the range of market are now reached by the iron arm of railroads, and their teeming products drawn into the great Northwestern resovoirs of trade. Thus every year enhances the financial pros perity of the State, and forms a sure basis upon which shall rise an intellectual development, rich and vivid in its nature, and boldly individ ual in its character. But notwithstanding her sturdy independ ence, Texas yet leans affectionately to the mother States. Every one of the letters that pour in upon us from different quarters of that country speak tenderly of dear old Georgia, Alabama, Virginia, etc.—Bhow a lively interest in the affairs of the East, and a rapturous delight over the arrival of papers and letters from the “dear old States.” Thus do we clasp hands with our prosperous kinsman of the West, and feel the thrill of sympathy and relationship across the wide plains and rolling rivers and hills that in tervene. • Six Thousand Spring’ Poems.—Last "year we received a part of ten thousand melting, subdu ing, convincing and wonderful poems on spring, and beg to say now thus early, before the season begins to work fully upon the consuming frenzy of the poets, that we do not see how we can pos sibly survive more than six thousand this season. We have heard something about one thousand eight hundred poets deceasing in a very short time, and think something was said about all but a half dozen dying from the effects of spring poems. Miss Louise W. King.—We are pleased to know 'that this earnest and accomplished young lady is now in Atlanta to organize a branch of that truly i benevolent Society for the Prevention of Cruelty Ito Animals. Two Brilliant New Contributors.—All unex pected, two stars of the very first magnitude take their places in our already brilliant galaxy of contributors, and their first scintillations attract universal attention. We allude to “ Mrs. Quill” and M. A. C., the author of “My Royal Ancestors.” “Mrs. Quill’’first appeared in a most effective tilt against “Hard Times,” in last week’s paper, and this week she pays her re spects to the “ Mental and Animal Appetites of Men. ” “The Sunny South” in New York City— Aliym Claflin & Co.—We are delighted to know that “ Our Sunny South” is making grand head way among the people of New York city, and we take occasion to thank the large and wealthy boot and shoe house of Aaron Claflin & Co. for their liberal patronage. We are informed that ’this is one of the most reliable houses in that great city, and all Southerners must give them a call, at 110 Church street. Dr. Hamilton in the Field.—“Our Hamilton” is our field man. He spends no portion of his time in the office, but is ever on the wing, and hence all letters which have business with the offioe should be addressed to The Sunny South, and not to him. dance in the lemon-scented gardens or upon the cool, “ribbed sea sand.” Yesterday, we saw a lady with no less than three birds “ roosting” upon the morsel of gray beaver that was pinned to her back hair—or rather we should say two birds and a half, one of the largest being chopped off so as to leave only a head, one wing and a breast, against which was pried the pouiK 'tiny legs and feet of a little humming bir^that was made to lean over as if in the act of flying away—a very strained attitude it was, however, and a very ag onized expression was that upon the head of the tiny creature, telling of the sharp bodkin that pierced its heart and offered it up as a sacrifice to Fashion, this little “ flying jewel,’ whose race (so the children love to fancy) were fairies once, and so transformed because the daylight caught them while holding their revel on the green. So greatly had birds and wings multiplied upon the heads of our fair ones as to suggest the fear that the heads (the brains at least) having taken themselves wings, might fly away, and though our soft-eyed, rose-lipped Southern la dies look well under any form of coif, yet we are glad the spring openings have brought us gar lands and sprays instead of dead, stuffed birds; daisies and l'orget-me-nots, corn flowers and convolvuli, that in lieu of poisons and bloody bodkins, bring thoughts of the free, blue air and the perfumed dew. * WILL OF A.*^ STEWART. New Yoke, April 14.—The wilfof A. T. Stewart was filed in the SurrogA&'fi'Office this afternoon. He bequeaths all his property and estate to his wife, Cornelia M. Stewart, and her heirs forever, and appoints Judge Henry, Hilton to act in behalf of the estate and in rofh‘*ging his affairs. As a mark of regard Mr. Stewart bequeaths to Mr. Hilton the sum of one million dollars. He ap points his wife, Judge Hilton, and Wm. Libby, his executors. The subscribing witnesses of the will are \Vm. P. Smith, W. H. White, and E. E. Marcy, M.D. The will bears the date of the 27th of March, 1873. He directs his executors to pay out the following gifts as legacies: To Geo. B. Butler, $20,000; to John M. Hopkins, $10,000; to A. K. P. Cooper, $10,000; to Edwin Jas. Den ning, $10,000; to John J. Green, $10,000; to Geo. H. Higgins, $10,000; to Henry H. Rice, $5,000; to John Debrot, $5,000; to Robert Prother Roe, $5,000; to Dodge, $5,000; to Hugh Conner, $5,- 000; toWm. Armstrong, $5,000; to Wm. P. Smith, $5,000; to Sarah and Rebecca Morrow, $12,000, annuity in quarterly installments during their joint lives, and also house No. 30 east 39th street, and furniture therein; to Ellen B. Hilton, $5,000, in codicil. He makes the following bequests, to be paid from his estate;/ To Chas. B. Clinch, $10,000; to Anna ClinchTflO,000; to Julia Clinch, $10,000; to Emma Clinch, 10,000; to Sarah Smith, wife of J. Lawrence Ssnith, $10,000; to her daughter, Cornelia S. Smith, $10,000; and also to Anna, Emma, and Julia Clinch, house and lot No. 115 east 35th street, and furniture. To all employees who have been in his service over twenty years, he leaves $1,000, and those over ten years $500. He hopes that all his plans for the welfare of hiB fellow-men will be faithfully carried out by his executors. estate oi new ior K , naving neen Dorn in ateuoen , Society in buildinp 9 remanent home for indi souoty. Wfigtern New YeEJh-W 1840. and lived t widows and wr ■“ >>. in the townsof his nativity, Hornellsville, until he came South. He was educated at home, and made use of all advantages possible to attain knowledge. His father was a railroad lawyer and land agent of the great Erie road. Our sub ject went into the same service (w'here three of his brothers are still employed), read law and was admitted to the bar, but never pursued that profession. His health failing him, Mr. Finch left his home in 1871, and traveled several months in Europe, visiting most of the histori cal and traditional points of interest, as well as the cities and capitals of the Continent. Re turning to this country, he sought a residence in the South, and upon inquiry saw, in the cli mate, the geographical location, and spirit of the people of Atlanta, a situation suited to his purposes and desires. He came to Atlanta in December 1872, totally unknown, and having acquaintance with not a single individual in the Gulf States. He brought letters from a former resident of the city to two of its most prominent citizens. To them he made known his desire to enter journalism (an untried field), and through their effort she obtained an emeritus position upon the staff of the Atlanta Constitution. He began to discharge reportorial duties, without pay, and for some months put his energies to good account for the columns of the paper. From time to time he wrote other articles which were adapted to the editorial columns and were so used. In this in sensible way his labors turned from the local to the editorial department. By strict attention to the details of journalistic work and the study of the best styles found in the current press, Mr. Finch came into the possess ion of the best points of an editor—viz, quickness to discover the public want, power of grasping and con densing facts, facility of presentation and clear ness of diction. Business arrangements and a change in the editorial conduct of the jour nal resulted in placing Mr. Finch in charge of the chief editorial work, and for the past three years the greater part of the writing in that department has been done by Mr. Finch. Personally, Mr. Finch is quiet in manner, and in his daily life in Atlanta is but little known to the public. His habits are settled and regular, and between his home and his office he loses but little time. To his friends, he is all that the name implies, and in their behalf, can become a powerful champion. Unassuming to a fault, his desires seem confined to the discharge of his duty and the betterment of the condition of mankind. As a worker, he is systematic and persistent. In the morning, he disposes of a large pile of exchanges, gathering from them the material for his day’s work. These are rapidly disposed in their proper places, and the newsi est selections are given their proper preference. Next come the editorials, which are set upon the pressing subjects of the day, and are treated in a short, pithy, and vigorous style. There is always a prominent thought and a strong argu ment in each of these articles. Each part of his labors is taken up at the proper time, dis posed of in its proper season, and put into shapes suited to the tastes of his large clientelle. Mr. Finch is exerting a large influence in Georgia and the South. His opinions are quoted with favor, and reforms of public benefit, but recently made in Georgia, first took shape and received their inspiration from his ready and vigorous pen. The public have not known that to him is due so large a share of the honors which a generous people have bestowed upon his journal (of which he is now one of the pro prietors). To him, indeed, is the paper indebted for much of its wonderful popularity; and in him we are rejoiced to find that the ranks of Southern journalism have found a vigorous thinker, a liberal commentator, and a trustwor thy moulder of public opinion. “Miss Hitchcock’s Wedding Dress ” is a new story by the author of “Mrs. Jerningham’s Jour nal "and “AVery Young Couple,” two stories that were very popular. General Tom Thus® and Troupe.—Every body in Atlanta is delighted at the promise of seeing again this world-renowned Lilliputian chief and his famous troupe, on Friday and Sat urday next. The General is about fifty years of age, and about the size of a pint of beer. Pilgrim’s Progress.—The panorama of this grand allegory, now on exhibition at the Opera House, is said to be truly magnificent. The paintings have been executed in true artistic style, and the colored lights are so managed as to present their beauties with fine effect. Let all see the exhibition. The “ Tournament of Hearts,” which was held under the Opera House on Tuesday even ing, under the auspices of the ladies of the First Methodist Church, was a grand success, we learn, and was repeated with equal success on Wednesday. Mr. Hugh Haralson, on Tues day, won the prize, and crowned the pretty Miss Jackson. Ladies’ Memorial Association—Excursion to the Mountain.—We learn from Mrs. Johnson, the worthy President, that the Association has arranged for a grand excursion to Stone Moun tain on Saturday next, for the purpose of secur ing material and arranging the decorations for the soldiers’ graves on the twenty-sixth. The train will leave the city at 12 m. and return at 9 p. m. A band of music will be in attendance. Tickets for the round trip, fifty cents. Good Templars.—The Fulton District Con vention met in the splendid hall of Georgia Lodge on Tuesday morning, and transacted in good style all important business matters. All the lodges of the District were represented by faithful delegates, and perfect harmony and good humor charactized their deliberation. H. P. Wright, W. C. Templar of Georgia Lodge, presided in a becoming manner. The Conven tion decided to meet once every quarter, and the next meeting will be held in the same hall on the 20th of J une. J. S. Thrasher was elected Grand Lecturer for the county. Z. T. McKee was appointed G. W. C. Templar of DeKalb county. Hon. John P. King and The Georgia R. R.— One of the noblest Romans of the day is the present venerable and universally beloved Pres ident of our great Georgia Railroad. As far back as we have any recollection of public men and things, John P. King was the President of this successful corporation, and under his ad ministration, backed by the advisory counsels of able boards of directors, it has always real ized a remarkable degree of success, and held steadfast the confidence of the public. In the commercial marts of the country, Georgia Rail road stock daring his entire administration has commanded good prices, and so long as he lives, we hope its stockholders will continue him in his present position. His recent reply to a letter from Dr. Elijah Jones, of Madison, who is a large stockholder, urging him to be- •come a candidate for re-election at the approach ing convention, is filled with the most exalted sentiments, and the beauty of its self-sacrificing spirit is certainly without a parallel in this de generate age of office-seeking. He concludes his beautiful letter with these words: “I cannot, in the face of so many previous professions, say that I will consent to be a can didate before the coming convention, for this would imply that I wish the office, which is not the case. I will say, however, that if, in the face of my oft-repeated declarations that I do not wish the office, the stockholders cannot or will not unite on any other, I will, as heretofore, continue to serve the company to the best of my poor ability, but honestly believe that the company could be better served by some other.” After such a spirit, let no stockholder fail to acknowledge his appreciation of it by giving him his heartiest support. The road was never in better hands than now. With King as Presi dent and Johnson as Superintendent, it continue to prosper. u,