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5 [For The Sunny South.] |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 [For The Sunny South.] 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 nail AfirtCfllP ** HftfiftllSP. Hltin ridlllff * * ll O aonnni txlia lx tin.I iliannimsuu umv/1 f V. n 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 [For The Sunny South.] “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 [For The Sunny South.1 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.