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CHILDREN’S CORNER. (OommunicatioDs for thin columu must be addressed to Miss Annie M. Barnes, Cbinquepin Grove, Georgia). [For The Sunny South.] THE TWO DOLLYS. BY BUSY BEE. I have been thinking—thinking The whole of the live-long day About a serious matter, Aud it happened just this way: Katie came in the afternoon To play With Dolly and me— I was .just as glad to see her As ever I could be. Mamma sent us to the nursery. We were having so much fun. When in stepped Cousin Benny Brown With his hateful old pop-gun. From my arms he snatched the Dolly, Then I began to cry. He stood her on the mantle-piece And aimed right at her eye. Sure enough the paper wad Smashed her pretty eye of blue. He only laughed at what he’d done. OhI was mad for true. I kissed my one-eyed darling; .Laid her on her tiny bed, Spread a handkerchief upon her face, For I believed her dead. Katie, all sad and solemn, Tip-toed from the room And told mamma to come to me, I was in so much gloom. Mama came and kissed me. Then in her gentle way, Told Benny it was very wrong So lawlessly to play. He hung his head and looked ashamed. Threw the hateful gun away, And don’t you think he brought to me A new wax-doll to-day ? My one-eyed darling is not dead— She's only partly blind; So with my dolls I'm happy As any girl you’ll find. “And it just makes one grit all over”—the Black Sheep couldn’t think of anything more expressive than this: but seeing the expression was characteristic, it didn’t matter much—“to have one forever and ever worrying, and fretting, and scolding, and teasing”—the Black Sheep had to pause here for the want of breath — “alter them. It's enough to plague one's life out of them. But I'll not stand it any longer !” with which determined assertion she leaped down family; that Juno, and Dian, and Cassius, her big, grown-up brother, called her “Nan, the good-for-nothing.” Had they any cause to think thus of her ? Was she in reality good for noth ing? Well, she knew that she was not as grace ful and lady-like as June or Di; but they were two years her senior. She knew also that her lessons were never half so well learned. Indeed, she was always getting into disgrace about them; but, more than ail. the line in Dr. Peterkin Pet- [For the Sunny South.] AMATEURS AM) THEIR CRITICS. BY MBS. GABBETT. While we acknowledge the truism, that the world loves to be humbugged, we add—and is the slave of habit. It is the habit to say of any performance by non-professionals, “Pretty well for amateurs,” or “I cannot be bothered going [For The Sunny South.] “FIGHTING AGAINST FATE.” A REVIEW OF MRS. BKTAVS SERIAL. The story just completed in The Sunny South by Mrs. Bryan deserves to be rescued from the catacomb to which serial literature is so fre quently consigned. The elegance and spright- liness ot the style, and the many brilliant from the desk, her eyes snapping fireworks, tigrew’s register, that ran straight out front her to such and such an entertainment, it is only sketches of life and character that make up its But what she had determined to do, to prevent name, was so shocking in its appearance, filled by amateurs.” In the one case damning by pages, are far too rare to suffer to fall into that this state of affairs, she did not know at that mo- as it was from beginning to end with crooked faint praise; in the other, to say the least, | oblivion which covers with dust the old files of rnent herself. black marks, that the Doctor himself had more showing very little appreciation of the effort j a newspaper. Well, for a wonder, the hat was in its place than once declared it as his intention to procure which has been made : and a great deal of pre- j The story is the continuation of “The House- upon the nail that afternoon, ind a few moments an extra book for the special purpose of keeping judice in thus judging without a trial. told of Haywood Lodge,” which, during the later, the two Misses Vanderlyn, Miss Juno and therein the standing of Miss Nannette Yander- j It is all very well to recall former great de- : war, came out in the Southern Field ami Fireside lyn. . lights, but it does not follow that they should i published in Augusta, by Mr. James Gardner! She knew all this; but she knew also that she rise as ghosts to frighten all minor pleasures That story was one of great merit, and at the had talents as bright as either June or Di. She from us. This would, indeed, be paying a j time gave a cheerful popularity to the paper in had only to make up her mind to use them— heavy price for them. If my memory should ! which it wits published. From some cause the and she would!—yes, she would! Nan had come play me such a scurvy trick, I would quickly : publication was suddenly stopped, with this to this sudden determination as she sat there. : devise a Lethean draught in which to drown i announcement, made by the authoress: “ Cir- the past, for, like the French, I abhor les 1 cumstances make it impossible to continue the revenants. But I have generally found that the ! publication of ‘ The Household of Haywood severest fault-finders in such cases are men Lodge, ’ but after the war, if the reader will in- whohaving, perhaps, once or twice in their lives ! quire in the book-stores for ‘Hester Craig,’ he seen one good actor, or one or two good plays, \ will find the continuation of the story.” That arrogate to themselves, ever after, the right to promise has been fulfilled in the serial before us. sneer at all home performances ; a species of , This story takes up the characters of the snobbism which bears with it its own punish- 1 other where it left them, yet in such a way as to ment. The great trouble in the matter being, | re-introduce each one, so that the reader of the not that these would-be-critics deprive them- j sequel is in no wise embarrassed by his unac- selves of a pleasure, but that they inflict their j quaintance with them, while those who read opinions upon the poor women-kind who are j tne other story recognize in each a familiar per- onnnppfprl with them, nr nn the ficrmaintances ’ sonage. Miss Dian, together with their younger sister, j Nan, were soon proceeding on their homeward | way. Miss Juno Vanderlyn walked slowly and grace- fully up the broad flight of steps, and carefully . untying the strings of her hat, hung it with ex act niceness on the rack in the hail. Then, 1 stalking down, she brushed away a few particles of dust that had gatheaed upon her dress. Miss Dian Vanderlyn, close behind her, fol- | lowed her example in every detail. But, dear me ! up the steps, two at a time, So sudden was it that it almost startled herself. “I declare,” said Miss Juno a few days after, I “you look as solemn as a barn owl. Nan. Study ing up the subject of your composition, eh?” mockingly. At which question Nan started and blushed | came the Black Sheep; the hat was caught from guiltily; and had Miss Juno been a clever ob- ' her head with a sudden, quick little jerk that server, she might have had a portion of the ; tore the ribbon strings clean across; her satchel secret the Black Sheep was so jealously gnard- was flung to one side of the hall, her hat down ing. upon it, and then the Black Sheep rushed on- The last day of the school term had come and ward through the length of the hall at the same j gone. The examination was over. Tne event- helter-skelter rate. ful day, the 25th of June, had at length arrived, connected with them, or on the acquaintances [ sonagi Miss Juno Vanderlyn, with the same slow and It was a gala day for the whole village. There i who are weak enough to be influenced by them, i The story illustrates with great power that deliberate movements, turned the glistening was to be reading of compositions in the morn- j while the amateurs who have, with hard study j law of our social system which Axes, in an ugly knob of the door on her right and noiselessly ing, and of selections, both in prose and verse; \ and infinite pains, prepared their entertain- j stain on the pure suow of a woman's character, entered the room. after which the prize was to be awarded to the ; ments, are mortified by empty benches. Thus, I the foot-prints of suspicion, and the easl with “ Mother,” said she to the lady who sat within, j author of the lucky essay. At an early hour the i of course, snobs and habits are always selfish, j which so many were deceived show too plainly W /X Vl il U /X n XT /X Pirrt ITT (in Vi rr I ’ «t»li 1 A ll iii it n u Vt it 1 1 ««*A a I*.i t xix a nl*M,l Vi a wtii — — vi —. 1 i .1 I M ,i v ^ ll* i 411 v\ V /• xx ix/x ATin It xx ffl V Vx iX V X V tn ITrtITfT TTT IX /• Vx f ll O t I. h dll I? D D 1*0 \ r GI ) 01*0/1 XX 1 t 4 IT A A 1 A. 1. - . IX /X I lady IFor The Sunny South.] “ nan, THE GOOD-FOR-NOTHING.” the STORY OF A BLACK SHEEP. BY COUSIN ANNIE. “Young ladies,” said Dr. Peterkin Pettigrew, rising majestically from his chair, and with one hand pushing the gold-rimmed spectacles from ofl his nose, while the other was tucked conven iently under the long skirts of his snuff-colored coat, “young ladies, the hour has arrived for dismissing school. You will put your books away carefully, close your desks noiselessly, and listen attentively to the communication I am about to make.” The Doctor waited, a very monument of pa tience, for the next ten minutes, and then, with another majestic wave, went on: “Young ladies, as you are well aware, the present term will close in just two weeks from to-day. As you are also well aware, there is to be a public examination, together with an exhi bition on the day following. The committee of arrangements, in order to make the exercises as v-iAteraiding as possible, as well as to stimulate the minds of the pupils of this school, have de cided to otter a prize—are you listening to me, young ladies?” This question was quite unnecessary on the Doctor’s part, seeing that they had eyes and ears alone for him at that moment. “A very handsome prize,” he went on; “in fact, a beautiful rosewood writing-desk, to the pupil who shall prepare and read on the occa sion the best original essay,” with a great stress on the word original. “Mark you, it is to be of your oicn composition. No borrowing from other quarters. You have but twelve days to prepare it in. Bather short notice, it is true; but the committee were a long time in coming to a de cision. The compositions are to be handed in on Wednesday morning before the examination takes place on Friday. I hope each one of you will try for it. I shall be proud, exceedingly proud,” with another majestic wave of the hand”, “ of the one who is so fortunate as to win it. I have finished. You may consider school dis missed until Monday morning.” There was no rush and general stampede when these last words were pronounced. No, indeed, Dr. P. P. Pettigrew’s school was too well trained for that: besides, the majority of them were young la lies—full-fledged young ladies—or at least they themselves thought so, and, bless you ! they would as soon have thought of taking two good round inches off the length of their dress skirts, which touched the ground so beautifully, as to do anything that would compromise their dignity. But there was one exception. No sooner had Dr. Peterkin Pettigrew’s snuff-colored coat-tails disappeared through the doorway, than down came a desk-lid with a bang that fairly made the windows rattle, and then a slender, graceful fig ure, with a face all roses and dimples, and a pair of merry brown eyes, leaped upon the desk, while a voice clear and rich as a silver bugle- note rang through the room: “ Hurrah ! I say, girls, hurrah for old Papa Peterkin! and bully for the committee of ar rangements ! I say, girls, isn't it tremendously splendid ?” “Mercy on us !” cried one and all, with a hor rified expression of countenance, “what shock ing behavior! and to think of a young lady using such awful slang!” “ What better could you expect of the Black Sheep?” cried another. “I thought you had gotted used to her ways.” “Hello !” exclaimed the Black Sheep, shaking her head until each little crisp black curl fairly jumped about. “I wonder which is the worst, to talk slang or to use such horrid grammar? Had gotted ! Pepper and salt! Why, I’d a school, in spotless white lawns and muslins, j habit of managers to have one star actor in a j and cruel wrongs are doubtless perpetrated daily with flowers in their hair and gay sashes knotted j troop while the others are only mediocre, often : against spotless innocence by giving way to that about their waists, occupied the front seats, i very poor. So, while we are enchanted at one j credulity. Upon the stage were Dr. Peterkin and a whole i moment we are provoked or disgusted at an- I Another truth beautifully illustrated is the crowd of learned professors and D. D.'s, while I other. A succession of hot and cold winds, not j effect of a want of candor. Of all social faults, the examining committee occupied places at a • very agreeable. Provincial towns or small cities j this, perhaps, is the most hurtful. The “ cow- sang a voice loud and clear from the direction of j table on the right. The programme of exer- cannot often afford a Booth ; and really I do not ard calumny” of some such reprobate as the hall, and the next moment the door was flung i cises was at length gone through; the decisive i know that it is very desirable that they should. i Carl VVerter, thrown upon a fair name, needs an unnecessary announcement, as that seemed to be well aware of this fact. “ Mother, we are here,” Miss Dian said, with a slight alteration of the words. “Joy! joy! freedom to-day! Care, care, drive it away!” wide open, and in rushed the Black Sheep. “ moment had arrived. Everybody waited in j A hundred nights of Hamlet in New York with “I say, mamma, I’m as hungry as a wolf! June breathless suspense and impatience.' At length, i an everchanging audience may be a success, but and Di didn’t give me half a chance at the lunch, just as the suspense was growing unbearable, j such strong food, oft-repeated, is hardly good though I dare say they’d try to make you believe j Dr. Peterkin arose slowly and majest. illy, the ] for the system. As for myself, in a week I that I gobbled it all” up. Is there any more j gold-rimmed spectacles poised gracefully on the \ would be as melancholy as the Dane, and as cherry pie, and apple dumplings, and lemon | bridge of his nose, both hands tucked under the i ready for the bare bodkin. tarts, and doughnuts, and biscuits, and boiled j skirts of his snuff-colored coat—for you see the J Mediocre professionals strut and stare, mouth ham, and—and—I say, mother, did you have i worthy Doctor was just the least bit excited. } their words, rant and abound in all stage tricks, any bacon and collards cooked for dinner?” this Clearing his throat, fie began thus with a sly glance towards Miss Juno, who was j “Young ladies, the hour to which you have known to detest collards and bacon, and to as- i so long looked forward with pardonable eager- sert it as her opinion that none but vulgar peo- ness and impatience, has at length arrived. The pie cared for them. “And, mamma, do give me ; compositions were, with one or two exceptions, the key of the pantry. I want some jam and 1 well written; but there was one so good in fact, some more of those quince preserves, and—” so very good, so pure in its conception, so fresh “Mercy, Nan!" cried mamma, raising her and sparkling in its style, that the committee hands to her head, with much the same expres- were not long in coming to a decision. There- sion of countenance as Juno wore on such occa- , fore, the author of the essay I hold in my hand,” sions, “ is it you? I thought it was a hurricane said the Doctor, as he picked up from the table that had suddenly blown down upon us. The near him a blue-ribboned manuscript, “and who keys are in the dining-room on the table. Are has chosen for her subject ‘Thorns and Boses,’ you really starved ?” will please come forward and receive the honor “Yes, mamma, starved, clean starved out. which awaits her.” I’ve already told you that June and Di didn’t No one stirred. Each one looked at har neigh- give me half a showing at the lunch. June gob- bor, expecting to see her go forward and ac- bled down all the fried chicken, while Di appro- knowledge herself as the author, each certain that making mechanical hits which are repeated in exactly the same style each time they occur ; but a frank statement of facts to remove for ever its venom. Once, Esther found courage to tell the truth to Captain Kirne. Her state ment carried conviction to his heart, as candor will always do to the hearts of the generous and brave. This reticence on the part of the hero ine was the gist of the plot. The story must lose its interest when the truth is known. But be that as it may, the general truth is that the Fate against which we fight in our unfortunate and try with rouge and burnt chalk, etc., to i venture in life is one of our own creation, and make up for their utter want of expression. In I often the use of a little candor will serve to dis sipate a lalse impression that now drives us to Whatever may have been Esther's excuse; many cases born and living in the lower grades of society, their representation of the higher classes are like the mimicry of the drawing room in the kitchen. The truth being that their acting is to them only a means of making their daily bread, while they have no real conception of the characters they attempt to represent, or sympathy with the author. A most lame and impotent conclusion for an art which was origin- all}' intended for our intellectual and moral culture. Amateurs, as the name designates, love the priated the sandwiches.” “Mamma, do not believe a word of it!” cried Miss Juno, boiling over with indignation. “Let me tell you the truth: Nan upset our lunch- basket and spilled the contents on the ground.” “Shocking !” said mamma again. “Nan, why cannot you be more careful ? Do try and be particular while j*ou are in the pantry, anyhow. The last time you were there yon broke one of my nicest glass jars and spilt the preserves all over the floor.” Nan bowed mockingly to Juno, and then bounced out of the room. this suddenly overcome with bash^iiafess at great honor ? ^ ; ■ “Miss Nannette Vandebi.yn !" The name rang out clearly and distinctly through the room. Dr. Pettigrew was growing just the least bit impatient. “ Miss Nannette Vanderlyn !” he repeated, A few moments later she came back, her face j in the same clear tone of voice, “ who is the au- and hands all stained with jam, and a huge piece , thor of the essay I hold in my hand, will please of cherry pie in her hand. j come forward and read it for the benefit of the “Well, Miss Juno,” she said, with just the audience; after which she will be presented with least bit of quiz in her voice, “I’ve eaten all the j the prize which she so richly deserves.” cherry pie and left the collards for you and Di. I knew how much you loved them,” with a sly wink, “so I hadn’t the heart to eat them up from you.” “Nan,” said mamma, in a severe tone of voice, “do be careful. There, you are dropping the crumbs all over the carpet. If you do not mind I’ll send you into the kitchen to eat.” “ Mamma !” cried Miss Juno suddenly—so sud denly that mamma started nervously, while the big brown eyes of the Black Sheep flew wide open in wonder. Mamma,” repeated Miss J uno, “the committee of arrangements have offered a handsome rosewood writing-desk to the girl who shall prepare and read the best original essay at our approaching exhibition. And, mamma,” said Miss Juno, “ I am going to try for it, and I haven’t the least idea but what I shall win it.” “ Vanity of vanities,” quoted the Black Sheep irreverently, “all is vanity, saith the preacher !’ task they have undertaken. They have that divine enthusiasm which inspires all that is she had not chosen any such subject, yet wish- j excellent in life. Trusting but little to stage ing now that she had. “Thorns and Boses!” i effect, they strive by careful study and earnest what a queer subject, to be sure ! The excite- j effort to insure the iaithful representation of the ment was intense, the suspense Unendurable, j play as well as of each individual part. Usually Who could it be? and why did she not come well educated and refined, they need not act the forward, as the Doctor had requested ? Was she j lady or gentleman, they have but to be natural. ' “ ' 1 While with keen perceptions they seize upon the lights and shades of every type of character with innate refinement, they avoid the coarseness and indelicacy which mars some of our finest plays—and refuse in toto the immoral exhibi tions which oompose the modern fashionable drama. Constantly dwelling upon the noble thoughts of great writers, they, from their hearts, present them to their audience. Such I ! believe to he the end and aim of true amateurs. I And it gives me pleasure, in this connection, to refer to our Atlanta Dramatic Association. In j Miss Thom’s rendition of Portia’s appeal for mercy, we recognize the tender heart which ex presses itself in tones full of pathos ; and the true woman in the smothered scorn and disgust with which she deliveres the sentence. In Mr. Hammond’s Shylock we feel the mental force with which he has analyzed the passions of one of Shakspeare’s most terrible characters, and concentrating them within himself reflects them with true histrionic power; forcing the audience to shrink with horror before the “deadly malice of the inexorable Jew.” While Mr. Paul Bleck- Had, a thunderbolt suddenly fallen in their midst, the girls could not have been more aston ished and startled. “ Good gracious ! “ Who’d have thought it ?” “ Is it possible ?” “ I don’t believe it!” “Dr. Pettigrew has surely made a mistake.” “The idea!” These and many similar expressions were heard on every side. “Nan’" ejaculated 4 Miss Juno, forgetting fora moment her accustomed dignity and self-pos session, and growing pale and red by turns— ruin. however strong may have been her devotion to her wayward brother, the truth is still clear that a word ot candid explanation would have saved her Irom years of suffering and anxiety. We make this criticism not adversely to Mrs. B.’s skill. We speak only of the truth that she il lustrates. The mode of presenting that truth is a mere question of taste or convenience, while the truth itself is the real gem which we find herein displayed. There are other minor prin ciples set forth, but not such as are uncommon in similar works. Some of the scenes are very fine. One of the sprightliest descriptions that it has ever been our pleasure to read, is that where Esther and Crowe spent the night at the house of the creole Squatter. In fact, the whole character of Crowe is life itself. Wit, humor, pathos and mischief sparkle over every word that she utters, and in all that is said to her. To speak of a “spark- ling pathos” may sound incongruous; but read the story, and then say whether we are at fault in the selection of our terms. We sincerely hope that Mrs. B. may give us this very valuable work in book form. John L. D. Hillyer. PERSONALS. our Nan ? I don’t believe a word of it! It is ly’s gay and talkative Gratiano was to the very j i a. — i. „ .L i i I A nil ml, tin no wifli Viia “alrinnincr anirif. ” absurd !—the very idea of such a thing! Dr. Pettigrew certainly meant to say Miss Juno Van- dorlyn: but then I didn’t choose any such a subject as that. Well, can I believe my own eyes?” she cried, suddenly turning around to glance over her shoulder, “it is Nan ! for there she goes now. Who would have thought it life, delighting us with his “skipping spirit,’ and all but impelling us to cry out with equal impulse, “ A Daniel, a second Daniel! I thank thee, Jew, for teaching us that word.” The Honeymoon was given as a farewell bene fit on Friday. The cast was capital and the characters well sustained, but I cannot say I August Belmont won $12,650 in the Long Branch races, and the Lorillards §11,000 be tween them. Mr. Disraelli has accepted a peerage, and will leave the House of Commons for the House of Lords. The Express announces that Miss M. C. Cleve land, niece ot the late Horaco Greeley, will en ter a convent in the autumn. Both young Andrew Johnson and Henry Clay, sons of the “great commoners,” were defeated at the recent election in Kentucky. Murad V. has sent twelve cases of jewelry to Paris, on which he has obtained from the Mont de Piete a loan of 12,468,000 francs. The two rattlesnakes presented to the Medical College of Augusta by Mr. Lotlin were killed by the administration of chloroform. They were put in alcohol and placed in the college museum. “Keep your observations to yourself,’’snapped ] But dear me ! if she has by some unsuspected ; like the play; it is lull of amusing situations I We learn that a benefit will be given Mr. G. Miss Juno. j streak of luck won that prize, she’ll never get j and sparkling dialogues, but it is utterly un- : \y. Kates, a professional actor who is in the city, “Don’t be too certain, Juno,” here put in ; through the reading of that essay—never! Why, | natural. Never yet was a woman worth having and fi as worked faithfully and efficiently as Miss Dian. “ I am going to try for that desk I doubt if she can even walk gracefully up to the i won by treachery and tyranny. Nor can I con- stage manager for the amateurs, myself. You will have quite a formidable rival stage.”_ _ "... ceiv , e , a man as ca P able of winning love who Migg Fanny Andrews, the well-known author in me, I assure you; for I haven’t any doubt but what I shall be the lucky one.” “Phew!” whistled the Black Sheep—yes, ac tually whistled. Don’t get shocked, my overly nice young lady. What better could you ex pect of a Black Sheep. “Did I ever? No, I never ! How much some folks do think of them selves ! Now, what would you say, you two con ceited ninnies you, if I were to win that prize, myself?” “You ?” Ah Miss Juno, you were never more mistaken ! could in vnnr life ! —‘‘Prepare a penance for his bride A., * , , , , . .1 To which a cell and sackcloth and the toils All eyes were turned towards tne corner of of a barefooted pilgrimage were pastime.” the roor. where a slight white-robed figure, with [ a hyena would be about as loveable. The au- just the least dash of crimson in either cheek, thor faintly implies that behind the scenes this and her brown eyes soft and tender in their j hushand tries some more gentle methods, but glow, arose quietly from her seat and walked j the admirable tact with which Mr. Hammond calmly and gracefully toward the stage, and brings out these points—the tenderness which thence up beside Dr. Pettigrew. letters irom ‘Could that be Nan?” Miss Juno questioned herself again. “Nan, her sister—Nan, the good- of “A Family Secret,” is writing Saratoga to the Augusta Chronicle. Mr. W. A. Harp, of Covington, Georgia, a quondam editor, has invented a new style of job printing-press. Mr. Barty B. Fields, of DeKalb county, Ga., is fitty-seven years of age, and is the father of he throws into the one amicable interview we i twenty-three children. He has buried several are permitted to see, alone deterred me from 1 wives, and has just recently married a blooming praying most heartily that he would follow “-iss. He says he has in his life-time paid out Jacques advice, and hang himself. I imagine j aone * or marriage license $14.75. It would be impossible to describe all the for-nothing ?” who took the paper with such a Jacques startling emphasis Miss Juno threw into this 1 calm, lady-like movement from Dr. Pettigrew’s ( Miss Thom did not much“ like her part, for she j T. W. Bobinson, author of the “Comedy of one harmless little pronoun as she raised her ! hand, and began to read it in such a clear, rich ; lacked force, but her self-control was admirable. ' Caste,” has written a very powerful and effective hands with unfeigned astonishment. tone of voice, calling forth thunders of applause j a m all amaze that she did not forget the mimic i play called “ Custer and his Avengers,” which “You?” echoed Miss Dian Vanderlyn. “I from her audience. ; stage, and throwing the chair at her would-be is to be put immediately upon the stage of the would sooner think of seeing you take wings i Yes, it was Nan, who from that day was a Black master, run away a second time. Miss Scofield, Bowery Theatre. and flying to the top of the church steeple.” Sheep no longer. This was her starting point, j as Volante, was bewitching. Mr. Moyers, as, Ladv Smith widow of Sir James Smith Pres- “Yes,” again put in Miss Juno, “the idea is These stinging words of Juno had roused her I Rolando, Mr. Towns, as Jacques, and Mr. King, i ident of the Linna; -n Society of London has simply preposterous!” Such a careless, good- into action, and even Miss J uno herself was 1 as Lampedo, were exceedingly amusing, and entered her 104th year in perfect health. ’ for-nothing creature as you talk of winning that forced to admit that she, with all her accom-I Miss Ellis made quite a charming page. But j p . „ . “ J T handsome prize ! You might as well try for the plishments, had been vanquished by a Black ; why try to individualize ; we had far better ex- j c , el 8 “ e w , P la y> “ 1 a ® 1 ’f° "V® 11 . ot moon for ail the good it will do you.” ' I Sheep. I nr is onr aonreciation of the series of clever i :” and y £ ar ’ . will shortly be played at Union curiosity is o forced to admit that she, with all her accom o ize ! You might as well trv for the plishments, had been vanquished by a Black ! why try to individualize ; we had far better ex- J a ' ur 1 ec 8 “ ew P la y> “ ^he *7° - vl ° the good it will do you.” * j Sheep. press our appreciation of the series of clever , will shortly be played at U ■nail goiieu; ucppei uu. u onm ; nnj, a Wait and see,” returned the Black Sheep 1 Nan is a grown woman now, a grand and noble 1 representations given by the Atlanta Dramatic j nifesteri t ^ XorK ' * uuen curl0sl thousand times rather say 'You bet’ and ‘ bully i quietly, very quietly; for these stinging words of woman. She stands on the topmost round of j Association, and in Paddy’s words wish “ long j a slea 10 near for you,’ and the like. They are expressive, any how. The idea of Miss Malvina Maplethorpe, of the first class, and who prides herself on her maDy accomplishments (?) to be so shockingly careless ! Dear me, Mai., you’re enough to scare up the very ghost of old Lind. Murray himself! But, I say, girls, I declare you are so very sweet that sugar itself wouldn’t melt in your mouths— dear little creatures. And you’re such a straight- backed set it would just do me good to give you a sharp poke in the ribs.” “Nan,” ejaculated Miss Juno Vanderlyn, who had the misfortune of being a sister to the Miss Juno had cut deeper than she cared to the ladder of fame. Her writings are sought ! life to their honors and "more of it to them ;” | President Grant, Secretary Cameron and Gen. show. Then, with a flash of her old, mischiev- after by old and young; her name is a household again like Paddy, returning with a lower bow, to Sherman will be at West Point on the twentieth ous spirit: “I’ll tell you what I’ll do, Juno: I’ll word. She is courted, petted, flattered; honors wish the same to Mr. Morgan, to whose valuable , instant, when the cadets break camp and return be kinder to you than you are to me. When I of every description are heaped upon her; yet I j assistance, untiring zeal and capital manage- to barracks. win that desk, I’ll let you write your first love- think her greatest triumph came to her on that ment, we owe so much pleasure. I understand Three brothers, sons of the Siamese Twins, letter to Dick Burgess on it.’ Dick Burgess day when, as the Black Sheep of the school, she ; we have, likewise, the promise of another perform- , jointly cultivate a fine farm in Jackson county, was Miss Juno’s beau, by the way—or, at least, won the prize for her essay on “Thorns and ance by Amateurs who will double our pleasures Mo., making a handsome profit on large crops ’ ’ “ 1 ’ ’ Boses.” ^ | by giving us several original plays by Mrs. ! of tobacco. „ , m . Mary E. Bryan, whose spirited and versatile, xhe Rev . Ting Long Ko> the first Chinese Booth s Theatre.—The author of bardanapalus, . writings have rendered her an especial favorite. , pastor in conne cdon with the American Board, in writing this exquisite poem, exercised remark- One more word on our text. It is a » habit” been or(lained and settled over a church of able ingenuity in his eib>rts to prevent its adap- to abuse Atlanta—to make onr city a target lor forty me mbers, near Fu-Ghow. tation for the stage. His purpose, however, has would be critics. So be it, we can well afiord to Miss Juno had more than once declared herself dreadfully smitten with Master Dick, and “ Nan, the good-for-nothing,” knew it well enough. “Yes, I will.” After delivering herself of this parting shot, the Black Sheep rushed helter-skelter out of the frequently been oaffled, and Charles Calvert’s laugh at them—for, as Judge Lochrane said, in Prof. Stanley Jevons is opposed to the project version was produced last week at Booth’s Theatre his address to the Y. M. L. A., “ we have faith a8M “‘ lat . m S th , e American dollar to the £n- with spectacular effects, which the fertile brain of in our city—material progress travels hand in ^ .. f e ocates, ra er > 7 s * hand with the work of the student and the : 8 ‘“ da “° n n Piece The partial artist.” While on every side we see piles of J ^cession of the United States to the franc sys- bnildings spring up as if by magic ; factories, mills, business houses and dwellings. We have our Library to foster a taste for literature ; our orators to steal men’s hearts with their elo quence ; onr musicians to charm our souls with “I shall follow her soon,” said a, sad-eyed Byron never dreamed of. No expense in scenery, dresses and appointments has been spared in the production. The properties and dresses are his torically correct, rich and novel. tern would, he says, immensely increase the mo tives for the English to accept it also, thus pre paring the way for an international coinage. black sheep, a fact which, as she herself would j room. Yet, when she reached the flight of stairs have assured vou, put her to blush every day. that led to the upper story, she walked slowly “ Nan, get right.down from there this instant! A and thoughtfully up them, as carefully and pretty figure you cut, up there ! For a young | gracefully as Miss J uno herself could have done, lady of your age—fourteen last birth-day—1 must j and, reaching her room, sat down and leaned say that such conduct is shocking in the ex- i her head in the same thoughtful mood upon her treme. It would disgrace a savage. Come, we ! hand. For once, the Black Sheep had grown are ready to go home. Get down and look for sober. She was in a brown study. To tell the your hat. I dare say it will take you an age to truth, she had only been jesting at first, when find it I doubt if you have the remotest idea ; she declared to Miss Juno her intention of try- The grasshoppers are returning by legions ^ , ( ...... where it is. Yon never do know; and it’s just ing for the prize. She only meant to tease and into the Southwestern portions of Minnesota, their delicious strains, and our Dramatic As- man at the grave of his wife. ithin a month hunt, hunt for it every time you want it. I am torment that very self-assured young lady, for and are destroying all before them. Fortunately, sociation to hold up the mirror of life, and he was following another woman. she had not then the least idea of “ entering the i the wheat crop was mostly secured before their j teach us from the conceptions of the great poets lists.” But thebe words ot Juno’s had stung her advent. Still, enough of corn, potatoes and to admire and emulate all that is good and no- How cool and nice it would he to fall down a deeply aud still rank leu in her heart. She knew ■, other vegetables remain to make the visit of the ble—to despise and shun all that is mean or well!—Detroit Free Press. Provided you did ; pests a desolation. low. Vive Atlanta ! “He laughs who wins.” ; kick the bucket.—Philadelpha Bulletin. just getting tired of it. I shall tell mamma to night to sew that hat to your head. It is enough to exhaust the patience of a Job’ to have such a careless girl always to look after.” well enough that she was the Black Sheep of the j pests i INSTINCT PRINT