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|IEART-HUNGRY VS. BEEF-HUNGRY.
(Impromptu Advice to a Lady Novelist.)
A young man under the treatment of Dr.
Westmoreland, the eminent Atlanta snrgeon,
while waiting his “ turn” at the Doctor’s office
one morning recently, picked up a newspaper
and found, among other items, the following:
“Mrs. Westmoreland, authoress of ‘Heart-
Hungry,’ has a cook-book in preparation.”
Whereupon, the patient scribbled off (extem
pore) the following “Protest,” addressed to the
authoress of • Heart-Hungry
Though on your lord and master's head
I have poured out my wrath,
For drawing blood enough from me
To take a Turkish bath;
For tearing me apart each day,
Just like an old machine,
And patching up the fragments then,
As if he meant to screen
Dame Nature's wretched handiwork
And show to her a plan
To improve upon her bungling jobs
And make a decent man;
I’ll overlook his many sins,
And free forgiveness proffer,
If but his better-half will take
The kind ad vice I offer:
The nearest way to reach man's heart
Is down his throat, 'tis said;
But, lady, pray you, leave that path
For grosser feet to tread.
Can one who soared in subtle realms
On sentimental wings,
Boll up her sleeves and wade into
Pies, puddings, and such things V
Becall her thoughts from soaring themes,
And pin 'em to a fritter.
And leave heart-hungry ideals for
The real, grub-hungry critter'!
1 pray you relieve me—say the papers deceive me;
That you don't know a •* stew’’ from a “fry;”
That your pen would rebel at an effort to spell
Such a word as pudding or pie.
Make the doctor board out; 'twill save him the gout;
Spend no thought upon ketchup or soup;
But fly back to romance, and the public entrance
With a novel like your — .
And here the doctor turned to the scribbler !
and began to roll up his sleeves. The “ Massa
cre of the Innocents ” began, and the poet slid i
from his Pegassus, murmuring:
Now I lay me down to sleep,
For his ether has struck deep;
If I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord his arm may break.
Somebody ought to invent a machine for watch
ing Ulysses.
. The Mint closes about four o’clock. The vis
itor then has over two hours of daylight before
him. He can take a car, get a ticket which will
enable him to ride on all lines, and spend the
evening on the wing. Any policeman or con
ductor can tell him the best routes. In the
course of the afternoon, he can pass by Gi
rard College, the University of Pennsylvania,
the Academy of Fine Arts, and other places of
interest, finding himself back at his hotel in
time for supper.
THE COLOSEUM.
The most pleasant way to spend the first even
ing is to go to the Coloseum and take a view of
the city by gaslight. On the first floor of the
Coloseum, a fine band discourses sweet music;
and it is ably assisted by the lovely
BIRDS THAT SING BY MACHINERY.
There are three of these, I believe; and few per
sons could tell that they were not live birds.* It
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SALMAGUNDI.
BY REV. W. J. SCOTT.
We have quite recently heard a good story of
Dr. , one of our leading educators, and a
man of marked ability in the pulpit. This dis
tinguished divine is one of rather delicate phys
ical structure, with little of that embonpoint that
characterizes the Teutonic race. The Doctor
was to preach a commencement sermon not a
thousand miles away. While the congregation
was assembling, he entered the pulpit, and the
town bailiff said to the village pedagogue: “Is
thatDr. ?” “ Yes," was the reply. “Why,”
rejoined the bailiff, “he can’t preach.” “What
she withstood the importunities of ardent suit
ors, and thus saved the Sage of Ithaca from the
melancholy fate of Enoch Arden.
We have often thought that the heroic wife of
Sir John Franklin was not unlike the wife of
Ulysses. For almost a quarter of a century she
was seeking to interest not only the British Ad
miralty, but foreign governments, in the enter
prise of rescuing her husband and his gallant
crews. It may be doubted whether to the latest
hour of her life she utterly despaired. Indeed,
after all the explorations of Kane, De Haven
and Penny, an impenetrable mystery still en
shrouds the fate of Erebus and Terror.
Whether they lie entombed in the thick-ribbed
ice or engulfed in the open Polar sea, is a prob
lem which will remain forever unsolved. Sooner
reason have you for thinking so,” quoth the ! or later, however, the Northwest passage will be
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has not got the lungs. The bailiff was not at
all singular in his opinion. The world has not
yet learned to discriminate between rant and
rhetoric—sound and sense. The multitude are
is done, of course, on the principle of a whistle, ! for the most part incapable ol anything save a laud ot wonders and a region of mysteries,
and the illusion is excellent. After looking at noise and inexplicable dumb show. Never are i'he beautiful story of Joseph and his breth-
the pictures and birds on this floor, you take an they so charmed as when some robustious lei- i ren—the more tragical history ot the Exodus,
labor and sacritice which have been or may be
expended in its achievement.
Egypt, under the Pharaohs, was in all respects
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“THE GREAT UiNKNOWN.”
BY WARREN CANDLER.
elevator which takes you up to the second floor.
Here, as well as on the floor above, is a prome
nade, from which you can take a bird’s-eye view
of Philadelphia. Just below you, on the south
side, is the Alhambra palace, with its gorgeous
garden. This is a very popular resort, and is a
delightful place to spend an evening. There
they have a beautiful fountain, a lovely cataract,
gorgeous mountains, and other things too nu
merous to mention. The theatre inside the pal
ace is open at night.
low tears a passion to tatters to split the ears of with Moses and Aaron in the foreground; the
the groundlings. By the way, ought not Ham- j delegated ministers of Jehovah have for thou-
let’s advice to the players to be dinned into the ! sands of years delighted and thrilled the stu-
ears of our public speakers until they bawl less dents of sacred history.
like the town crier? We admire earnestness in Still, how little do we know of that cradle of
an orator, but that, be it remembered, is widely
different from obstreporousness. The whisper
of Siddons thrilled the crowded theatre like a
thunder-clap from a clear sky. Macready’s sub
dued manner made him a great favorite with
cultivated circles, and few except the Bowery
When you go up to the fourth story of the | boys preferred the boisterous style of Edwin
Coloseum, you are one hundred and seventy- | Forrest. Less muscular effort and more brain-
civilization ! The Zodiac of Denderah; the .Ro
setta stone painfully deciphered by Champol-
lion; the ruins of the hundred-gated Thebes;
the vast temples of Luxor despoiled by the
ravages of time; above all, the pyramids from
whom pinnacles more than “ forty centuries ”
look down on the bustling marts of Cairo—all
testify to a marvelous degree of culture ages be-
feet above the ground, and two hundred : power would vastly improve the oratory of our fore Homer had sung his tale of Troy divine, or
[teen feet above the level of the sea. It is | American bar and pulpit. the she-wolf ot the Tibee hud suckled the twin
seven
and fifteen
very amusing to see the finely-dressed men and t ~—
women crawling up the narrow stairway that 1 “Uncle Toms Cabin enjoyed from thebe-
leads to the topmost story of this building. The | ginning an immense popularity, Me saw it
elevator is available only to the third story. | stated years ago that Mrs. Stowe received more
founders of imperial Borne.
As the pyramids are a type of Egyptian arch
itecture, so that huge miscreation, the Sphinx,
_ _ with its stony eyes sturing across the desert
Observations of the stars through handsome | than ten thousand dollars profit on the sales ot wastes, is a fitting type ol Egyptian art. There
telescopes are the chief amusements after reach
ing this hight. The electric lights, which were
used in the fourth of July illuminations, are
here exhibited for the diversion of visitors. By
the help of these lights you can, on the darkest
night, distinguish steeples a mile or two away.
As the last trip of the elevator is generally made
about ten o’clock, the house is vacated about
that time. Leaving with the crowd at this early
hour, the stranger can walk to his boarding
house, and by eleven o’clock find himself in
bed.
Taking a car the next morning by eight o’clock,
he will find himself, in forty-five minutes, in
side of
THE CENTENNIAL GROUNDS.
i the first three months. However this may be,
it is certain that on the whole it was the most
profitable venture in authorship of the nineteenth
century. It is much too late to question the in
trinsic merit of the book. It matters nothing
is a vastness about these works tnat bespeak a
race of giants from which it is difficult to real
ize that the present enervated and diminutive
Copt is a lineal descendant.
And what shall we say of the artificial lake
to say that the plot is sadly defective; that fan- Merotis, greatly larger than our largest ship
cies, and not facts, form the thread of the nar- [ docks, and of the famous labyrinth to which
rative—that the dramatis persona■ from George that of Crete was as a pleasure-garden ? , - ,
Harris to Topsy, and from Lajree, the brutal Nor is the Alexandrian Library, although be- ,fts j s ot t°- da ys conflicts.
In every community there is “a great un
known.” We have all seen him, and had the
distinguished honor of shaking his hand. He
even condescended to converse with us men of
“low estate.” His claims to the title are well
substantiated. His friends s&f he is “great,”
and there can be no mistake about his being un
known. His neighbors look at him, shake their
heads significantly and go away wondering why
he has never gone to Congress, been Governor,
“ broken up the fountains of the great deep ” of
humanity, worn “fine linen and fared sumptu
ously every day.” It is a hard question. It is
as mysterious as the laws of the tides, as intri
cate as Darwin’s theory of evolution, as inexpli
cable as the wind that “bloweth where it list-
eth,” and defies the ken of man to discover
“ whence it cometh and whither itgoetb.” And
yet there it stands in undisguised reality; no
tide has ever been taken at its ebb or flow and
borne him on to fortune; no influence has ever
evolved a celebrity out of his embryo greatness,
and an ill wind has always blown him no good.
The true explanation of the phenomenon is to
be found in the fact that for awhile he ran well,
and then grew weary in well-doing. Such peo
ple are the wrecks of men who ought to have
prayed for deliverance from their friends.
Coming out into active life with the freshness
of youth and the brilliancy of genius, they mis
took the applause of their immediate acquaint-
; ances for the recognition of the world. Praise
was sweet to them, sweeter than duty. They
lived on sweet-meats, and died of dyspepsia.
The first elements of power that they felt well
ing up in their bosoms, and which they saw
i recognized by their associates, they decided was
omnipotence, and all they had to do was to let it
j work. Thus was induced indolence; study no
I more had charms; labor no longer held them “in
1 majestic sway;” conceited Idleness was “mon
arch of all he surveyed,” and,
" Pleased to the last, they cropp'd the flowery food,
And licked the hand just raised to shed their blood.”
Activity is the law of being, and he who dis-
; regards it cannot hope to avoid the penalty.
| Yesterday had its labor and its conquests. If
to-day has any victims, they will be upon the
Manna gathered yes-
The first thing to do is to get on the cars that esl emo «° n - f n , ecl “ 118 publication can
n around the rounds. A trin on this train scarcely be over-stated. _ It was read everywhere
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CENTENNIAL SUGGESTIONS.
Useful Hints to Visitors—Sight Seeing—In
dependent Hall—Academy of Arts, etc.—
Evening at the Coliseum—Bird Con
cert—Alhambra Palace—First Visit
to the Gronuds—Mechanics’ Hall-
Statuary—Painting—The Bat
tle of Gettysburg—A Life-
Like Bronze Darkey.
It is quite an undertaking to get out to the
exhibition grounds if one is at a hotel in the
centre of the city, the grounds being several
miles from the principal hotels. It is more de
sirable to room in the city itself, so that one can
see something of its business and learn some
thing about its chief localities.
Suppose our visitor has just arrived, too much
fatigued to go at once to the exhibition. He
has stopped at some convenient hotel—say be-
run around the grounds. A trip on this train -. . — - ,
will give him some idea as to the relative posi- throughout Europe and America,
tion of the buildings. It he has a turn lor me-
chanics, he will wish to
LOOK THROUGH MACHINERY HALL FIRST.
There he can amuse himself easily until dinner
time, and still leave enough unseen to fill up
many a spare hour at a later time. Machinery
Hall is directly opposite the Main Building, and
like it, opens on Elm avenue. In this building
he can find full gratification for his love of me
chanics. Those who prefer statuary and paint
ing can walk directly over to the
ART GALLERY.
This is a marble building three hundred and
sixty-five feet long and two hundred and ten
feet wide. In crossing the avenue between Ma
chinery Hall and the Art Gallery, you will see a
granite statue representing the “ American Sol-
slave-driver, to L ncle Tom, the hero, are bald ! longing to the era of the Ptolemies, unworthy
caricatures rather than just characterizations, of a place in this connection. If tradition may
Notwithstanding this absence of any great liter- be credited, it exceeded the Bodleian and the
ary merit, there is still in the work a wonderful Vatican combined, and its precious manuscripts
dramatic power. Intensely pro-slavery as we furnished fuel for the battles of Alexandria for
always have been, we could never read the more than six months.
death-bed scene of Uncle Tom without the deep- It ought not to surprise us to learn that even
est emotion. The effect ot its publication can the Suez Canal itself is by no means a purely
modern conception. One of the Pharaohs not
only projected, but completed such a canal —
not designed then, as now, for purposes of nav
igation, but as an immense break-water against
tne whelming tide of Asiatic invasion.
The more we learn of ancient Egypt, the
more are we astonished at the numerous evi
dences of her wonderful advancement in civil
ization. Nothing but the wrath of God could
have fulfilled the prophecy that she should be-
come/'the basest of kingdoms.” For centuries,
however, the once fertile valley of the Nile was
a level scope of desolation, dotted here and
there with the monuments of her past glory.
Under the present dynasty she is beginning to
recover something of her former dignity and
prosperity, when she was the granary of the
world and the centre of learning. With
Christian influence constantly working in her
midst, she may once more become as famous for
It was the
theme of conversation in all circles. It not
j only fired the Northern heart, but it arrayed
| civilized Europe against Southern slavery. Far
■ more than the platitudes of Exeter Hall, the
fierce diatribes of Wendell Phillips or the songs
of Whittier, did this volume precipitate that
terrible conflict which resulted in such disaster
at Appomattox Court House.
“Alton Locke,” written also for a political
| purpose, stirred up a mere fiasco in the shape of
| a Charlist demonstration; while as we have seen,
“Uncle Tom’s Cabin” started a revolution which
enfranchised four millions of slaves.
We have no disposition to meddle with the
merely political aspects of our Indian policy.
From the origin of our government to the
present hour; from the administration of Wash-
dier. ” This is the work of one of the granite ington down to that ot Grant, that policy has I religion as when Athanasius, from his Episcopal
companies, and is well engraved and well exe- j been a reproach to our statesmanship. We al-
cuted. low that in the main the government has been
The front hall of the Art Gallery is taken up
with statuary. The mere mention of these
would fill too much space. One that impressed
me was a small statue representing Cain and
Abel in early boyhood. Abel, who seems to be
mild and even paternal in its treatment of these
rude denizens of the forest. But on the other
hand, the conduct of its subordinate agents has
been almost uniformly selfish (we ought to say
villainous), and altogether fitted to exasperate
throne at Alexandria, ruled the destinies of the
church, and won the title of the Father of Or
thodoxy.
Extracts from British Drainas-
lllUll.
Wo-
tween Ninth and Fifteenth streets, as north and a gentle, affectionate child, is clinging to his j and inflame the so-called wards of the nation
south lines, or between Locust and Market
streets, as east and West lines. He has arrived
on one of the forenoon trains, and by two
o’clock finds himself able to go out and take a
VIEW OF THE CITY.
At the farthest, he is only three-quarters of a
mile from Independence Hall. To miss seeing
that would be almost as bad as to go away with
out seeing the Centennial Exhibition itself.
Well, he walks around to Sixth and Chestnut
to Independence Square. He soon finds out,
from the rush of people as well as from his rec
ognition of the building as the original of the
pictures he has seen, that this is the historic
building in which met the Continental Con
gress.
mother, and looking up into her face. Cain is
standing near with clenched fist and scowling
face. The artist, I suppose, was behind a tree.
“Thetis thinking how she may regain the
birthright of her son Achilles,” “Diana chang
ing her lover into a stag,” and “St. Martin and
the beggar,” were among the finest that I saw.
The collection of paintings is superb. In this
department the visitor will be particularly struck
with the works exhibited by Spain and France.
The French department has more of what some
call “ immodest pictures,” than any other de
partment. The
“LANDING OF THE PURITANS,”
exhibited in the Spanish department, is very
into the right-hand room of the first floor.
There, on entering, he will see before him
THE FAMOUS BELL WHICH FIRST SANG THE SONG OF
The rush of the crowd will take him tine - The hol Y look of the preacher as he falls
on his knees to thank God for bringing them to
the new land; the grateful, beaming faces of the
emigrants as they stand on the shore of the long-
expected country, form a picture which cannot
fail to prove impressive.
A picture which struck me as very fine was
the “Death of Cmsar.” I cannot remember in
what particular department it was exhibited.
There, in the clutches of his murdeiers, lies the
great Cmsar. His look of agony; the demoniac
frenzy of his murderers, as they brandish their
daggers in the air; the grim statue of Pompey
in the background; the horrified look of some
loyal Roman as he turns his back on the awful
sight, and hastens away as if to wash his hands
of the blood of the slaughtered man—all are
grandly set forth on the eloquent canvas.
“ THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG ”
I have heard much discussed. I can see noth
ing discreditable to either side in the outlines
of the battle. Many have said that the Northern
soldiers were doing all the fighting.
AMERICAN LIBERTY.
It is hung in a wooden frame, and raised so
high above the floor that a good-sized man has
to stretch in order to touch it. Nearly every
one feels called upon to touch it. It is very
amusing to watch the women folks. Nine out
of ten of these enthusiastic citizens are not tall
enough to reach it without help. So they give
each other a lift. “There, I’ve touched it!” is
the enthusiastic and triumphant sentence which
they utter after performing this daring feat.
Passing on around the room, we see chairs
used in the hall of the Continental Congress;
chairs used by various colonial justices; chairs
owned by William Penn, and tables handed
down as relics of colonial times. Hanging
around the walls are the portraits of the signers,
and of many other distinguished men of those
days. The room on the other side of the hall is
full of portraits.
The largest room on *the second floor, now
used as one of the council-chambers, was the
hall of the Continental Congress. A life-size
portrait of Washington strikes the eye of the
visitor as he enters the hall. The stranger can
amuse himself in this historic building for an
hour or two.
POST OFFICE.
A block or more below Independence Hall is
the post office, which, though not to be com
pared with the magnificent one at New York, is
much handsomer and more complete than any
building of the kind south of the Potomac.
The visitor, if it is not four o’clock, can walk
out to
THE MINT.
It is a mile above the post office. By going down
to Walnut street, he can take a car and save
himself a walk as well as a few minutes of time.
On reaching the Mint, he will not be at a loss to
know which way to go, for at every turn he will
have some old fellow at his elbow to point it
out. Don't for an instant accuse these venera
ble gentlemen of overwhelming politeness and
consideration. They’d be shocked at your mis
apprehending their motives; for they do it be
cause they’re afraid you’ll slip in the wrong door
and get hold of some of Uncle Sam’s lunds. Al
though hurried through this
PARADISE OF GOLD AND SILVER 1
by these administering angels with cracked
voices, you can still get some idea ot the way in
which money is coined. In this warm weather,
it is rather hard work going through such hot
places. Those poor devils look very disconso
late as they trudge in the counting-rooms, for
they can t crib a red cent. The machines which
Uncle Sam’s pensioners have put there tick
coin that is made, and it must be forth
coming, or somebody’ll have to suffer for it.
Gross injustice is frequently done them even in
the disbursement of the government bounty.
The corruption of Belknap and his satellites had
much to do with the massacre of Custer and his
brave comrades. The mine which exploded in
that narrow defile on the Little Horn was fired
from Washington. The Indian—and the war
like Sioux is no exception —has no fancy for a
military contest with our government. Nothing
less than grievous wrongs, either real or imagin
ary, will start him on the war-path. But these
endured for a season produce feelings of resent
ment that in some luckless moment flame forth
like the pent-up fires of Vesuvius in deeds of
savage cruelty. Hence the Deurtield and Wyom
ing massacres of Colonial and Revolutionary
history; hence the terrible butchery of Fort
Mimms; hence, too, the dreadful slaughter of
Custer and his cavalry detachment.
Just nowit harmonizes with the public humor
to talk of extermination. The Sioux may after
months or years of stubborn fighting share the
fate of the Modocs. To exterminate the Indians,
however, according to the inhuman sugges
tion of Sherman, would cost more blood and
treason than did the overthrow of the Confeder
ate Government. With the memory of our Sem
inole war yet fresh in the public annals, we
ought to be slow to inaugurate a fire and sword
warfare amidst the desert wilds and mountain
gorges of the far West.
Hygiea was the ancient Goddess of Health—
hence Hygiene, the science of health. How
singular that this important branch of knowl
edge has no prominent place assigned it in the
curriculum of our colleges and universities. A
It strikes ! very slight smattering of physiology, gleaned
“There is no trifling with a woman’s rage.”—
Ambrose Phillips’ “Distressed Mother.”
“Never exasperate a jealous woman; ’tis taking
a mad bull by the horns.”—Isaac lieckerslaff’s
“Love in a Village.”
“It is hard to know what a woman believes.”
Joseph Addison’s '■'•Drummer.”
“ ’Tis a sure sign a woman loves you, when
she imitates your manner.”—Ibid.
“Disappointed woman sets no bounds to her j St. Joseph, of Guadaloupe, who have labored for
| terday will not support the life of to-day.
The student who attempts to live mentally
upon the stores gathered long ago, is surely
condemned to dishonorable death. All eating
repeats the doom of the Danaides, but I cannot
see how we would get along without it. There
is such a thing as mental starvation. He who
tries to live this week on what he ate last will
bear testimony to the truth of the proposition.
A student must advance. Standing still is retro-
gration. The machinery that is never run
rusts. The mind that is never moved by the
outside power of daily cultivation does likewise.
Its possessor becomes in his community “ the
great unknown,” and frequently is minus the
greatness.
ABOUT WOMEN.
Dumas has a secretary who' has net only come
to write a hand precisely like that of his illustri
ous master, but has caught some trick of his style.
One day Dumas is unexpectedly called to make one
tf an improvised dinner party, and has to forego
an engagement with a lady already past her first
youth. He says to his secretary, “ Make her my
excuses. Write what you will and sign my name ;
she will think it comes from me.” The young
man was conscientious and ambitious, and set him
self resolutely to prepare a letter which should be
worthy of his master. Next day Dumas meets the
lady, who falls into his arms with her sweetest
smile. “ Ah, how good you are she murmurs,
“ what a love of a letter “ Thunder 1” remarked
Dumas; “ I should have taken one of the older
secretaries 1”
Six women are at present Knights of the Grand
Cross of the Legion of Honor, viz: Mme. Dubar
(Sister Victoire), Superior of the Convent Ksper-
ance, in Nancy; Rosa Bonheur, Lady Pigott, dec
orated by M. Thiers for her zeal in helping the
wounded on the battle fields in the late war ; Miss
Bertha Rocher, of Havre, who founded several
charitable institutions and hospitals; the Superior
ot the Sisters of Charity, of Toulouse, who, at the
risk of her life, saved many persons during the
recent floods, and the Superior of the Sisters of
revenge."—Henry Jones’ “ Earl of Essex."
“But talking is thy privilege;
’Tis all the boastetl courage of thy sex.”
—Nicholas Rowe’s " Tamerlane.”
“A woman never likes a man with ardor till
she has suffered for his sake.—11. 11. Sheridan’s
“ Duenna.”
forty years among the poor and sick in the French
colonies.
A B iltimore girl stops on the curb-stone, meas
ures the distance with her eye, puts one foot on
the small wooden upright, balances herself, takes
another long step, at the same time gives a dexter
ous, well-timed sideway flirt of her skirts, which
flings them up above the stream and lands them
high and dry on the opposite curb at the precise
moment she arrives there herself, wihout having
To laugh and weep without a reason, is one I touched or even looked at her dress. On paper
“ Women who have been happy in a first mar
riage are the most apt to venture upon a second.
Joseph Addison’s "Drummer.”
me that, of the little that is being done, the from elementary text-books, is the sum-total of
Southern soldiers are doing their share. This the ordinary acquirements of our best educated
is the largest picture in the Art Gallery, and at- ] people with reference to this great matter,
tracts a great deul of uiieuiiou. i Such knowledge as we have of the laws of health
“Christ and aXagdalen,” and the “Widow’s ! is monopolized by the medical profession, and
Son,” among the smaller pictures, are particu- 1 the masses are compelled to rely upon this noble
larly good. But it is absolutely impossible to | fraternity with a trust as blind as it is implicit.
remember the one-hundredth part of what you
like.
In the main hall of the Art Gallery is the
bronze statue of a negro. In his left hand he
holds the Emancipation Act of Abraham Lin-
It follows inevitably that the afflicted are vic
timized by all sorts of quackery.
If it be true, however, that an “ ounce of pre
vention is worth a pound of cure,” then we sub
mit thatamore general familiarity with Hygiene
coin, Esq. This African gentleman looks natu- w<>ul l save many valuable lives, and forestall
ral, and you can stand nearer to him in warm
weather than you can to most of our Southern
darkeys.
After dinner, our sight-seer will not under
take to look through any large building. The
Kansas and Colorado building, with its cereal
and animal display, will divert him for some
time. On the Colorado side of this building is
a large bell of grains, made in imitation of the* that desolated Athens in the age of Pericles, and
independence bell.
THE FOREST OF KANSAS,
with its elegant tableau of animals of various
kinds, its live fish, live serpents and gurgling
streams, is very striking.
A short distance from this place is the Old
Virginia House. There a hospitable Virginia
gentleman bids you welcome. He has built this
neat little house at his own expense, merely to
give Virginians a place where they may feel at
home.
After sitting there an hour or so, watching the
representatives of the different States of the
Union, and listening to their different dialects,
he will feel that he has done a good day’s work.
By the time he gets to his hotel, it will be al
most time for tea; after which he can rest, or, if
he be a theatre-going man, can walk around to
the Walnut Street or Chestnut Street Theatre.
So endeth the first day. More anon.
• I. L. Hall.
ui.iuj mistakes and errors which entail a large
amount of mental and bodily suffering on our
race.
Still, it must be confessed, that after all our
patient research from the days of Galen and
Hippocrates until now, that the whole subject
is involved in obscurity.
To-day Bagdad is scourged by the same plague
yet the mortality is not appreciably lessened.
Allopathy and its diametrical opposite, ho
meopathy, still distract and divide the medical
world. Nor is there any present prospect of a
satisfactory adjustment of this scientific quarrel.
The resources of the healing art are, notwith
standing, greatly enlarged. Much has been
done to mitifate suffering and to extend the
average duration of human life.
Improved sanitary regulations in our crowded
centres of population, and better food and lodg
ing for the multitudes, have contributed largely
to these beneficent results.
In this way no little is done to prevent dis
ease, the cure of which would be attended with
grave difficulty.
The Homeric legend of Ulysses and his devo
ted spouse, Penelope, furnishes one of the ear
liest and most beautiful examples of the con
stancy of wedded life. Through weary years
of the few privileges poor women have. ”-—Kotze
bue's “ Pizarro.”
“ The miracle to-day is that we find
A lover true ; and that a woman’s kind”—
— William Congreve's ” Luce for Love.”
“ Oh, what a plague is an obstinate daughter !
Sighing and whining,
Dying and pining.
Oh, what a plague is an obstinate daughter !”
—Sheridan’s "Duenna.”
“ Women, like summer storms, a while are cloudy,
Burst out in thunder and impetuous showers ;
But straight, the sun of beauty dawns abroad,
And all the fair horizon is serene.”
—Nicholas Rowe's “ Tamerlane.”
“ O woman ! still affectionate though wronged !
The beings to whose eyes you turn for anima
tion, hope and rapture, through the days of
mirth and revelry; and on whose bosoms, in the
hour of sore calamity, you seek for rest and
consolation.”—Kotzebue's “ Pizarro."
“The society of an accomplished and beau
tiful woman softens and refines the roughest
nature ; she imparts, by a secret magic, her
elegances and her graces ; and to converse with
her is a kind of study that insensibly polishes
her admirer.”—Frederic Pdon’s “ He would Be a
Soldier.”
“ Henceforward, I’ll sooner undertake to teach
sincerity to a courtier, generosity to a usurer,
honesty to a lawyer, than discretion to a woman
who has once set her heart upen playing the
fool.”—Sir John Vanbrughs “ Provoked Wife."
“ How weak is woman ! At the storm she shrinks,
DreadB the drawn sword, and trembles at the thunder;
Yet when strong jealousy influences hers soul,
The sword may glitter and the tempest roar,
She scorns the danger aud provokes her fate.”
—Nathaniel Lie's “Alexander the Great.”
“ Behold th’ unthrifty proof of woman’s Love !
Pursue you with the sighs of faithful passion;
You starve our pining hopes with painted coyness.
But if our honest hearts disdain the yoke,
Or seek from sweet variety relief,
Alarmed to lose what you despised secure,
Your trembling pride returns its haughty air,
And yields to love, pursuing when we fly.”
—Colley Abber’s “ A'imena,"
A man with a red face, aud looking rather
shabby, called at a house in the country one
Sunday, and asked for a drink of cider. The
good lady of the establishment refused, telling
him that she could not accommodate him. He
urged her, assuring her that she had better do
so, for some persons had entertained angels un
awares. “Yes,” said she, “I know that; but
angels don’t go about drinking cider on Sun
day. ”
this may seem an awkward action, but, on the
contrary, it is a very graceful tl ink movement , and
looks as if a putt' of wind had wafted the drapery
across.
The honor of dancing with the Prince of Wales
at the Marlborough House balls, in London, is
greatly coveted by the ladies of the fashionable
wo red, and while several dames of high degree
have been sadly mortified by failing to secure this
distinction during the season now closed, Patti,
Nilsson-Rouzaud, and the Spanish Countess of Gale,
are regarded with much envy and malice, because
it was conferred upon them by His Royal Highness.
On the incoming train of the South Carolina
railroad, yesterday morning, was a couple going
west to raise a family. As the husbmd got off the
car at the Union Depot, he turned to his wife anl
asked if all the children were along. “I don’t
know,” said she, “ there were six of them when
we left home, but l haven’t counted then since.”
This is an actual occurrence.—Auyusta Const.
Mary Harris, who shot and killed Burroughs, a
Treasury clerk, in Washington, some years ago,
and was acquitted on the ground of insanity, still
lives at the capitol. About a quarter of her time
she is incarcerated; then released till she chooses
to return again, which she does quite regularly.
Her face looks haggard and aimless.
When a woman won’t marry a man for himself
alone, but wants him to settle ten or fifteen thous
and dollars on her. and insists on having the ni-
pers drawn up by lawyers, cooeing doves won’t
have any business around that house.
There are 115,023 soldiers’ widows in the United
States who receive pensions from the goverment.
Strange, strange, that young men continue to mar
ry girls without a cent.
A Baltimore bachelor, now tarrying at the great
Fall, writes that “ Niagara is mourning over the
defioiency of bridal couples this year. They all
go to Philadelphia.
A Tr"?y man has the presence of mind to warm
his nose by a coal stove before kisssng his wife,
and a Boston man always waits till he can chew a
clove.
A Saratoga young lady displayed twenty-eight
dreses in fourteen days, which cost, on an average,
$125 apiece. Her father has worn a flannel suit,
which cost $30, all summer.
Many a pretty girl of humble extraction has
risen far above her station in life. Why, even.
Venus herself came of the very scum of the ocean.