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[For The Sunny South.]
SALLIE LOU, OF ATLANTA.
BT GEORGE HJI.LYEB.
I know a winsome fairy a double summer old
With eyes of violet beauty and hair of shadowed gold;
The look of wistful tenderness about her coral month
And the softness of her eyes betray a daughter of the
South.
Love is the keynote of her life. She nothing knows of
fear
For the mother-eyes that watch her well are ever kind
and clear.
And she finds a welcome resting-place—a fond and fa
vorite nest
Within her father’s manly arms, her head against his
breast.
A charm peculiar folds her round, a holy, tender grace.
For .he seemed sent by heaven to fill a sadly vacant
piace;
And when her mother clasps her close she thinks of the
sweet bud
That Sleeps where western waters roll sea ward their
mighty flood.
I have many lovely little friends whose names I need
not tell—
My wreath of unblown lily-budB—I love them passing
well
But none there are moro sweet and fair than gentla
Sallie Lou,
The little maid with silken locks and wistful eyes of
blue.
[For The Sunny South.]
Cosmopolitan Stories;
X — OB,—
UNDER SIX FLAGS.
BY O. A. E.
THIRD EVE.YIJVG Continued.
When Karl had finished his short story, Jona
than observed rather indignantly:
“If there is anything in the world I thor
oughly abominate, it is those inveterate wine-
bibbers whose only aim in life appears to be
to turn themselves into casks, and who glory in
the performance. No great man yet ever was a
wine-bibber, and our world would have been a
much better world than it is, if wine never had
existed. I wonder who discovered it?’’
“What do you think of Jonathan’s views con
cerning these matters, Karl ?” asked the Russian.
“ Well, I’ll tell you what I think,” answered
the German, after a somewhat protracted si
lence, during which he emptied another glass
of Rhine wine and filled another pipe. “I
think that wine is the king of all liquors,
and I’ll try to enlighten my friend Jonathan a
little on this subject. You want to know who
it was that first pressed the grape. The opin
ions are divided upon that subject. Athenseus
says that Orestes—not the one who was Pylades’
friend and Hermiones’ lover, but he who was
the son of Deucalion—rnled over Italy after the
flood, and planted the first vine at the foot of
iEtna. Ovid and Virgil mention that Bacchus
himself, with the thyrsus in his hand, was the
first who gathered grapes on the charming hills
of India. According to others, Osiris is said to
have picked the first grapes in Egypt. There
are others again who ascribe the discovery of
wine to an old Spanish king by the name of
Gereon. The Christians and the Jews, relying
on the authority of the Bible, accord this honor
to Noah. But it is a matter of indifference who
first discovered the grape; let us be grateful for
this most magnificent of kind Nature’s gifts.
The Scythian philosopher, Anacliarsis, said that
the vine is a divine plant, which bears three
grapes - one produced joy and buoyancy, the
second dullness, and the third loathing. The
divine Plato even, who now and then was a little
touched when among his friends, bows before
the ne, and writes: ‘Wine, enjoyed in mod
eration, is a medicine that makes the old young,
the sick healthy, and the poor rich.' Athenmus
compares wine with the mandrake, which rocks
all mental and bodily sufferings to sleep, and is
like a celestial dew, that refreshes the fading
flower. Leno called wine the terrestial Lethe
from which we poor mortals drink forgetfulness
of all our sorrows.
“And if you are not satisfied with the opin
ions of Anacharsis, Athenams, Plato and Leno,
I refer you to Syrach, who says: ‘ Wine rejoic-
eth the heart of man.’ Jonathan remarked that
no great man was ever a wine-bibber. I, on the
contrary, am bold enough to make the assertion
that great men generally are great drinkers; and
I invite any of you who does not believe it to
accompany me on a short tour through the
world’s history.
“ At the head of all historical drunkards W6
have Alexander the Great. He used to drink so
much wine that, according to Athenmus, he
often slept two days and two nights in succes
sion. The son of Philip of Macedon, the disci
ple of Aristotle and the friend of Hephasstion,
once arranged a drinking bout in order to ascer
tain who of the boon companions could stand
the most. The great Alexander offered three
prices: one talent of silver for the first victor,
thirty min® for the second, and ten min® for
the third. The famons philosopher, Promachus,
won the first prize. Alexander died on the sec
ond of April 334, B. C., in consequence of a
drunken fit.
The Persian king Darius the First, the richest
prince of his times, and whose civil list amount
ed to 575,000 talents, the same Darius who once
gave an entertainment to fifteen thousand per
sons at a cost of a sum that, reduced to our
currency, would amount to about 500,000 Prus
sian dollars; that Darius, who died 485 B. C., in
his war with Greece, had an inscription put on
his tomb stoDe setting forth that he had been
one of the greatest drunkards of his century.
Mttliridates, king of Pontus—who spoke
twenty-two languages and had such a good me
mory that he, like Scipio Africanus, Julius C®-
sar and Emperor Hadrian, recollected the name
of every soldier in his army—followed Alexan
der’s example, brought about a competition in
the act of drinking, fixed a high prize for the
victor, and was not a little proud when he him
self turned out to be victorious. He had enough
sense left however, not to keep the prize but
gave it to the gladiator Calanodrys, who 4 was the
next best champion.
Alcibiades, the friend of Socrates and the pet
of Pericles and the Graces, had also a little
nightcap now and then, according to Pliny’s
statement.
Dionysius, the tyrant of Syracuse, a master
toper, who, as Aristotle tells us, once sat ninety
days and ninety nights in a drinking party,
offered a crown to any one who could drink a
gallon of wine in one draught. Xenocrates, the
philosopher, won that prize.
Among the Romans, the Emperor Tiberius
Nero distinguished himself, the same who, on
account of his skill in drinking, received the by
name of Biberius Mero.
After him Lucius Piso deserves to be men
tioned, who could drink two days and two nights
without being intoxicated.
Marcus Aurelius was also a powerful drinker,
and Cicero charges him with having drunk so
much at the wedding of Hippias that he had a
violent headache the following morning. The
same Marcus Aurelius wrote later an apology by
which to justify and find an excuse for his errors,
openly confessing that he had committed them
when under influence of liquor.
Cicero himself is said to have druuk six mea
sures on the same occasion, and the poet Ermi-
nius could not, as Horace tells us, write verses
unless he was drunk.
Even Cato, the wise, is reproached by Julius
Ca-sar, in his two books Anti-Catones, for having
frolicked to his heart’s content through whole
nights until the dawn of day. Horace sings in
his twenty-first ode of the second book:
“ Narratur et prisci Catonis
Saspe mero caluisse vlrtus.”
Among the Germans we know the poet Caba-
nus Hesse, who drank half a cask of Danzig beer
for a wager. And we must not omit mentioning
the consort of Charles VI. Wolfgang Menzel
relates in his “History of the Germans,” that
the Empress one evening drank six gallons of
Hungarian wine, used five casks of ordinary
Austrian wine for bathing, and two firkins be
sides in which to moiater bread for her parrots.
The French are more moderate than any other
nation, and therefore I can cite no case of whole
sale drinking among them. Yet I must mention
Catherine Bonsergeant, a Parisian shoemaker's
wife, who, according to the statement of Anthus,
; drank from twenty-five to thirty gallons of water
I daily, and only tasted wine one single time in
her whole life—which made her faint,
f English history has only one prominent
drinker, King Antebnntus, who entered eterni-
| ty dead-drunk.
The Hungarian annals mention King Bela II,
and the Turkish Amurath IV, whose only point
I of similarity with Alexander of Macedon was
I that he died when intoxicated.
Achmed II was ardently devoted to the grape-
vine, and called it the tree of life.
In the Bohemian annals we do not find more
l than one distinguished drinker, the son of
j Charles IV, Wenzel, whom the Bohemians never
called by any other name than “King Drnnk-
! ard. Venal historians, who always are anxious
! to embellish and find excuses for the vices of
| kings, say that it was in a state of intoxication
i that this Wenzel had a cook impaled and roasted
| by a slow fire, because he had suffered a capon
i to get burnt. It is likewise said that he, when
[ in the same condition, had the Bishop of Prague,
| Johann Nepomuk, thrown into the Moldau, be-
! cause he would not betray the queen’s confes-
| sion, and that he caused his first wife, Johanna,
: the daughter of Albrecht of Bavaria, to be torn
| to pieces by the dogs. It was the same Wenzel
| who, when he was informed that the Electors
had declared him unworthy to occupy the Imp
erial throne of Germany, wrote to Bohemian
! cities that he did not want any other evidence of
their fidelity than a few casks of their best
wine.
In old times the Germans were considered
great tipplers, and that they already observed it
at an early period is apparent from the fact that
Charlemagne, in the year 802, found himself
obliged to issue a severe edict against drunken
ness, in which it was decreed that drunkards
were not qualified to give evidence.
At the diet in Worms 1521, Emperor Charles
V promulgated a still stronger interdict against
intoxication, “which degrades man into an an
imal,” as it reads.
At the same time the Prince-Bishop of Bam
berg’s Landsteward, Baron Johann von Schwar-
zenberg, wrote a thundering treatise against ine
briation. But these laws and moral lectures
seem to have had very little effect, as a Hohen-
lohean bill of feoffment of the year 1582 required
eve -y feudatory to empty a large goblet which
held half a gallon in one draught, in order to
prove himself a German nobleman of the gen
uine stamp.
The last Count von Gorz often awakened his
young sons in the middle of the night and com
pelled them to drink with him; if they expressed
a desire rather to sleep he exclaimed with iron
ical dissatisfaction:
“Alas, these are not my children.”
It is not surprising then that Henry IV never
would marry a German princess, fearing “d’a-
voir toujours un pot deviu aupres de soi.”
When the last margrave of Anspach had an
audience of Pope Clemens XIV, in the year 1776,
the latter asked:
“ Do they drink as hard in Germany yet, as
they used to do formerly?” Whereupon the
Margrave answered:
“No, Your Holiness, only at the ecclesiastical
courts.”
The Germans are in a great measure indebted
to to their reversed monastic ecclesiastics for
their name of drinkers. Justice, however,
prompts us to admit, that not only the German
monks, but monks of all nations, have been great
tipplers. These worthy servants of the Lord
appeal to the authority of one of their venerable
fathers of the church, the holy Angustinus who
once confessed before his God : “ Crapula non-
numguam surrepit servo tuo,” adding: “ Spirilus
non potest habiiare in sicco."
The monks, who are not even willing to ab
stain from wine during Lent, and who would
rather fast a fortnight than do without wine one
hour, have made this rule: “ Humidsom non
rumpit jejunium, and a Jesuit has demonstrated
with great sagacity that intoxication is not intox-
icotion, if you can recollect next morning that
you were not exactly right the preceding even
ing. The French monks elevated the holy Mar
tin us to the patron saint of the drinkers, and
hence se martiner means to get drunk, and mal
de Martin sickness caused by intoxication. The
Knight Templars who, besides many other pee-
adilloes, were charged with drunkenness, said
of an individual who had drank too much:
“Bibit papatiler;" but when Clemens V. and
Clemens IV. abolished the order in the year
1811,, the Roman prelates took their revenge,
and translated “to get drunk” with “bibere
templariter. ”
Yincentius Obsopaus, a German poet whose
real name was Koch, wrote a poem called “ Vic
toria Bacchi, seu de arte Bibendi." In that poem
he says:
“ O monaclii, vestri stomachi sunt amphora Bacchi!
Vos estis, Deus est testis, turpissima pestis.”
I shall not adduce more than one single proof
to show that this man was not very far from the
truth: When the Empress Maria Theresa had
made Count Ludwig Bathyanyi palatin of Hun
gary in the year 1751, he presented to the Hi
bernian monastery in Prague a cask of Hunga
rian wine, which the renowned Fathers, with
the prior at their head, drank outside the city
gates, in order to save the heavy impost duty
on it.
The followers of the musical art have been
looked upon as the greatest drinkers next after
the monks. A proverb which, like most of J
them, must have some foundation in experience,
says: “ Cantores amant hermores.” Without the
least intention to place Mozart among drinkers,
I must state that he had a little brick in his hat
when he composed the magnificent champagne
song in Don Giovani.
Philosophers and moralists have also had a
taste for wine, which Aristophanes so poetically
calls the milk of Venus. The famous philoso
pher, Bernhard Basedow, was many a time found
drunk in the gutter, dressed in his professor’s
garb, when he was teacher of moral philosophy
at the University of Sorae. In order to inflict
punishment on himself, he was in the habit,
after such occurrences, of appearing at his next
lecture in his soiled clothes, thereby warning his
audience against the consequences of excess in
drinking.
This reminds me of a parable in Talmud :
Satan, who helped Noah to plant the first vine,
inoculated it with the blood of a lamb, a lion
and a swine; and when Noah asked him the rea
son why he did it, he answered: “One goblet
will make you cheerful and gentle as a lamb, two
will make you feel strong and courageous as a
lion, but if you drink three or four you will roll
in the mud like swine. It has been said that
“vinosus” is the same as “vino sus, (a swine
through wine.)
A sharp metaphysician once drew this conclu
sion: “ Good wine produces good blood, good
blood gives a healthy mind, a healthy mind leads
te good actions, good actions bring us to heaven
—ergo, good wine brings us to heaven.”
Karl, having become somewhat dry by this
long lecture, refreshed himself with another
glass of wine at its conclusion.
“ Auf!” exclaimed Francois, “that was power
ful ! and in genuine German style, too. A long,
steady, exhaustive research, winding up with a
scrap of metaphysics.”
“ If ever a professional chair should be estab
lished for the history of wine and its votaries, I
think that few would stand a chance of obtain
ing it, if you were one of the applicants,” re
marked the Russian, “I never listened to a more
thorough exposition at so short a notice.”
“ Well,” said the Swede, “if your story was
short your lectures made up for it, and upon the
whole I think you have acquitted yourself re
markably well. What do you think of Karl’s
refutation of your remarks, Jonathan?”
“I hold the same views as before,” answered
the American, “but I’ll take good care not to
get into an argumentation with Karl again. By
heavens! he would walk over me like an ele
phant with his mass of facts.”
And what are we to do now for our third
story ?” asked the Frenchman.
“During Karl’s long disquisition,” answered
John, “I have been asking myself that very
question, at the same time trying to find some
thing to tell you. I happened to recall to my
memory a smuggling story just now, and unless
some one of you has anything better to offer, I
will relate it, rather than to have recourse to an
other voting, although I am sorry to say that it
is short and possesses very little interest.”
“ Let us have it, by all means, John,” said
Francois. “I don’t believe you will have many
competitors this evening.”
John began:
IX.
ABOUT LACE.
The passage from Calais to Dover across the
English channel is, as is well known, very short,
and made daily .by numerous steamers.
One day a lady of respectable appearance was
sitting alone on a bench on deck of one of the
steamers that came from the French side, sunk
in deep meditations. A comfortable-looking
middle-aged gentleman had for some time re
garded her with fixed attention from the oppo
site side of the boat. He now rose, crossed the
deck and sat down close by her.
After a short silence, he turned round and
said to her gently:
“Madame, you seem troubled about some
thing. Will you permit me to ask if I can be of
any service to you ?”
The lady looked at him somewhat surprised
and answered coldly:
“Sir, I have not the pleasure of your aeqaint-
ance, and I cannot imagine ”
“ Please excuse me, madam, and do not be in
dignant at my presumption in addressing you.
I am an old traveler, well versed in the ways of
the world, and I have observed that if you suf
fer anger or indignation to influence your ac
tions, you are almost sure to do something that
you will repent, sooner or later. ”
“ I am very much obliged for the interest you
take in me,” the lady answered, ironically. “ It
only seems to me somewhat uncalled for on this
occasion. ”
“My dear madam, I am not so sure of that,
taking into consideration that there is a gentle
man over yonder whose attention you also seem
to have attracted, and he is a custom-house officer.”
The lady gave a start, and exclaimed unea
sily:
“ What do yon mean, sir ?”
“ Simply this,” rejoined the gentleman plac
idly; “ that there is sticking out from beneath
your dress a beautiful piece of genuine Brus
sel’s lace, and that, having noticed the uneasy
expression of your face a few minutes ago, I ob
served you closely, to try if I could discover the
cause of your anxiety, when my eye fell upon
that piece of lace, which gave me a clue to the
whole affair. Now, that officer yonder has
probably made the same observation with regard
to your countenance I did, but I do not think
he has seen the lace as yet."
The lady turned pale, looked imploringly at
her interlocutor, seized his hand with a convul
sive grasp, and exclaimed beneath her breath:
“For Heaven’s sake, do not betray me, now
that you have discovered that I am smuggling !”
“Of course not,” he answered in his cool
manner. “If that had been my intention, do
you think I would have taken the trouble to
come here and warn you first? Now, reach out
your foot gently whilst talking to me, drag that
unfortunate piece of lace within the folds of
your dress, and all will be well, I hope. And I
trust that you see by this time, madam, that you
have no just cause to be indignant at rhy taking
the liberty of addressing you, although a stran
ger.”
The lady looked at him gratefully, and they
continued their journey chatting pleasantly to
gether until they landed at Dover.
When they had arrived there, the custom
house officers, as usual, boarded the boat to
search the baggage of the passengers. As soon
as they were aboard, the placid gentleman step
ped forward and said:
“Gentlemen, I am a British subject, and my
name is Thompson. I have accidentally discov
ered that there is a lady on this steamer who is
trying to smuggle into England some Brussel’s
lace, a quantity of which she carries wound
around her body, and I have, as a good subject,
deemed it my duty to inform you of the fact.
The lady in question is sitting there, and I sup
pose you now know your duty.”
The officers thanked him; the lady got fiery
red and deathly pale by turns, and Mr. Thomp
son made a grave bow to all present, and walked
ashore leisurely.
The lady was searched, and her lace confisca
ted. After the unsuccessful termination of her
speculation, she took rooms at one of the Dover
hotels, her heart swelling with nearly ungovern
able rage against all sedate gentlemen.
Shortly after the lady had taken up her abode
at the Dover hotel, a card was presented to her
with the name of Thompson on it. Being now
angry with the world in general, she sent the
servant down, requesting him to say that she
knew no such gentleman. But Mr. Thompson
was not to be dismissed thus. He again sent
up his card with a note, stating that he wished
to see the lady on very important business.
She walked down in the parlor and again
faced^ her placid new acquaintance.
“You wretch !” she commenced, but was im
mediately interrupted by her visitor.
“ Madam, the last time I had the pleasure of
meeting with you, I think we agreed that indig
nation, if suffered to ”
“I will have nothing to do with you or your
theories. What do you want ?”
“I want you,” the gentleman continued,
coolly, “in the first place to be as calm as you
possibly can, and in the second, to be kind
enough to tell me what losses you have sus
tained by our late unpleasant transaction.”
“What is that to you ? You have ”
“My dearest madam, do me the favor to name
the amount of your losses.”
“Well, they are”—and here the lady men
tioned a considerable sum.
Mr. Thompson upon hearing the amount
stated, quietly drew from his pocket a pocket
book well filled with the notes of the bank of
England, and said, in his usual unostentatious
way:
“Would you allow me to recompense you, so
far as I can, for the trouble I have caused you,
by paying you double the amount you could
have hoped to realize by your smuggling of lace,
supposing the affair had ended as smoothly as
you expected ?"
The lady stood for awhile as if petrified. Fi
nally she asked, bewildered:
“ What is the meaning of all this, sir? First, i
you kindly put me on my guard against the |
| custom house officers, then you denounce me in
the most cruel manner, and now you come here
offering to pay more than I ever could have
hoped to realize had I been successful! For
God’s sake, tell me what is it?”
“Nothing more simple, my dear madam,” the
gentleman replied, with his accustomed placid
ity. “You see, I have my pockets full of dia
monds of an immense value, which I tried to
smuggle in, and by calling off the attention of
the officers from me to you, I got those precious
stones ashore in safety, and they are housed now,
I can tell you, where no officer will find them in
a hurry. And with many thanks for the good
service you have rendered me, I hope you will
not hesitate in adopting my theory about indig
nation, as the suppression of that emotion cer
tainly has served us both a good turn on the
present occasion. ”
“ Well, we managed to get through our even
ing after all,” remarked Francois.
“Yes, and pretty well, too,” said John,
“ thanks to Karl’s impromptu discourse. The
stories were rather short and meager, though.
But at our next sitting I hope we shall make up
for it, as we then shall expect a 'first-class im
portation of the wares we deal in from Sweden,
Russia and France."
[For The Sunny South.]
Woman’s Tongue—The Secret
of Her Chat.
BY B. M. O.
The gifts of God are not accidents, but be
stowed in the right place, and upon proper sub
jects. It has often been a subject of comment
and reflection, why it was that woman could,
with suci natural ease, out talk a man. Many
have been the theories as to her peculiar gift;
some asserting that her tongue was more flexi
ble, others that she had a double tongue, and
others, again, that her emotional nature was
such that she felt twice as deeply and thought
twice as quick; while some cynical creatures in
pants attribute her love for talk to admiration
or vanity. Such is not the case. Woman’s
ability to talk and to talk muchly, is a pure gift
of her Creator; and as a clincher to the asser
tion, the following truthful story of the gift we
relate:
When Adam was created, his Creator took es
pecial pains to instruct him relative to himself
and the creation he saw around him. He was
well educated in natural history, and enjoyed
the free menagerie he saw around and about.
He was no doubt equally instructed in the flora
that met his eye, the apple tree not excepted.
After the creation of Eve, Adam interested
himself and instructed her by imparting his
knowledge to his fair bride. In time, however,
as his labor was light, and he had plenty of time
on hand, he told all he knew. Conversation ran
low, ideas came slowly, and chit-chat was want
ing. In fact, our honored first parents had
nothing to say. What could they talk about ?
They could not talk of property, for the
whole world was theirs, without a disputing
claim. They could not talk of children, for Cain
and Abel had not put in an appearance. They
could not talk of governments, for they were
the undisputed rulers of the world. They
could not talk slander, for they had no neigh
bors, nor had the devil got them, as yet, in the
famous apple scrape. They could not talk of
the fashions, for mother Eve was not aware of
her natural beauty then unadorned. They could
not talk of love or courtship, for old father Adam
had a wife made to his hand. As soon as he
saw mother Eve, he said, “I take her.” They
could not talk of sickness, death and funerals,
for happily they were strangers to such ideas
just then.
Talk was low, and the solitude of'silence was
growing oppressive, when behold ! Rapheal was
seen descending from the bright abodes above,
bearing on each arm six baskets. Alighting just
in front of the pair, he said:
“ I bring to you a pleasant gift from the Great
Creator to the children of earth; it will ever be
to you and yours a source of pleasure, when
well used.”
Eve, with her curiosity all excited, opened
the baskets, and found them filled with efiit-
chat.
“Oh! how pleasant the gift,” said Eve. “I
thank my Creator for them, and thank His
blessed messenger for bringing them.”
Adam looked in, but feeling he did not stand
in need of such small talk, said:
“I don’t want anything in the baskets; you
may have them all, Eve.”
“But you must take some of the baskets,”
said Eve, “ for how could we talk together with
out you had some of them?”
“ Well,” answered Adam, “three is as many as
I want; you can have the other nine,” whereupon
mother Eve’s tongue, and those of her daugh
ters down to the present day, have never wanted
for chit-chat. It may be set down as one of the
fixed laws of our nature, that when a man can
be found who can out talk a woman, he has not
only inherited his mother’s nine baskets of talk,
but his father’s three thrown in. Such is truth
and tradition.
[For The Sunny South.)
Thoughts on Lore.
This truth came borne with bier and pall,
I felt it when I sorrowed most,
’Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved to all.
—Alfred Tennyson.
Death is the great treasure house of love.
—Bulwer.
Nothing can sweeten felicity itself but love.
—Jeremy Taylor.
Love is more sweet and comelier
Than a Dove’s throat stretched out to sing.
Swinburne.
True love, profound love, is recognized by this, that
it kills all other passions;
Pride, ambition, coquetry, all are lost in it and disppear.
—Michelet.
Oh, Love! who to the hearts of wandering men
Art as the calm to ocean’s wave 1
—Shelley
Love gives itself but is not bought.
—Longfellow.
All true love is grounded on esteem.
—Buckingham.
“Confidence is the natural offspring of affection,
and he who loves tenderly can keep no secret.”
“There is only one thing that can give to life
what your poet called the light that never was on
land or sea, and that is human love.”—
A mighty pain to love it is,
And ’tis a pain that pain to miss,
But, of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain.
— Cowley.
We pledged our heaits, my love and I
I in my arms the maiden clasping,
I could not tell the reason why,
But oh ! I trembled like an aspen.
Her father’s love she bade me gain,
I went, but shook like any reed!
I strove to act the man—in vain !
We had exchanged our hearts indeed,
— Coleridge.
[Among the many fine extracts which might be
selected from Shakespeare the following I consid
er his best thoughts on the subject.]
. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove
O. no ! it is an everfixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
When worth’s unknown, although his height be
taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
—Shakespeare,
Movements in Southern Sooiety—
Brilliant Weddings, Etc.
The following was crowded out last week :
The marriage of Miss Mary Rowan, daughter
of the late Honorable John Rowan, formerly
Minister to Naples, and for many years an emi
nent statesman, to Mr. George Venable Bryan, of
the firm of Jarvis & Co., tobacconists of New York,
took place on the seventeenth of this month in
the spacious parlors of the Galt House, in Louis
ville, Ky. The occasion is described by a guest
as one of the most elegant and beautiful scenes
for which this great Southern hotel is famous.
The wealth and high standing of the Rowan
family is well known; the beauty of the bride
very celebrated, and the gallant generalship of
the groom the subject of envy and applause,
since he won the heart of a belle who has re
jected scores of suitors. Only a hundred guests
were present, among them Hon. B. H. Bristow
and wife, Judges Stiles, Pirtle and Joyce with
their families, the Popes, Churchills, Boones,
Buchanans, and some of the belles of Louis
ville. Some of the toilettes were truly magnifi
cent, and all were attired in elegant visiting cos
tumes. The parlors were dazzlingly illumin
ated with myriads of wax-lights and gas-jets;
pyramids of plants with fragrant blossoms
made the air delicious with perfumes, and the
strains of music completed a perfectly ravishing
scene. At one o’clock the bridal party entered
the room prepared for the ceremony, and the
Rev. Father Baxter performed the service ac
cording to the rites of the Roman Catholic
church. The dross of the bride was of very
heavy rep silk, with o^Brdress of richest damask,
made very decollete, and ornamented with point
lace; tulle veil and orange blossoms, with pearls,
thejjjgift of the groom on her fair throat and
arms. After a sumptnous banquet, the newly-
wedded pair left the city for a month’s tour in
the North; after which they will return to Lou
isville for a short visit, then to New York city,
their future home.
Otner joyous events are whispered of in the
Galt House, and no wonder, for Cupid’s bow is
ever drawn where bachelors and maids are many;
Hymen’s torch is lighted still. Noplace is more
desirable for magnificent display than this
home-like hotel where Colonel Johnson, with his
genial smile, his gallant bearing and watchful
eye, is ever ready to preside as only Colonel
Johnson can.
One of the most notable social events trans
piring in Baltimore for some time past, was the
marriage on the afternoon of Thursday last, of
Mr. Edward B. Bruce and Miss Elizabeth B.
Coale, daughter of James Carey Coale, Esq.
Emanuel Protestant Episcopal church, corner
of Read and Cathedral streets, was crowded to
its utmost capacity, and none were admitted
without a card of admission. For once the
bridal party were prompt, and at five o’clock
precisely the long line of carriages rolled up to
the church, and their gay inmates quickly
alignted and entered the portals of the sacred
edifice. The ushers took precedence in the
bridal procession, and led the way two abreast.
A marriage rivaling in interest any of the
many that have taken place in Baltimore for a
year or two back, was celebrated at Christ Prot
estant Episcopal Church, on Wednesday last, at
high noon. The contracting parties were Mr.
George Coreil, one of our most popular young
citizens, and Miss Gracie, daughter of A. G.
Newton, Esq., formerly of the Atlantic Hotel,
Norfolk, Ya. The bride is a member of the
Christ Church choir, where her magnificent so
prano voice has been so frequently heard and
admired.
Marriages in Virginia.—William G. Eggle-
son to Mrs. Mary R. Heater, all of Frederick
county.
Mr. Samuel Runion to Mrs. Mary Flagless, in
Shenandoah county.
Mr. J. A. Louis to Miss Laura Price, of Pega
county.
At New Market, Mr. Joel Kagey to Miss Mol-
lie Ruby, of Hawkinstown.
Mr. Robert Rinker to Miss Mary Zehring.
PERSONALS.
Gen. Braton Bragg’s life was insured for 540,
000.
Mrs. Lincoln is now sojourning with friends in
California.
Cincinnati pronounces Anna Dickinson a success
as an actress.
Stokes, the slayer of Jim Fisk, re-enters the
world from his four years prison life, to-day, Sat
urday, the 28th.
Mrs. Jane M. Walker, President Polk’s sister,
who died at Columbia, Tenn., a few days ago, left
just 100 grand and great-grand children.
The late Queen Dowager Josephine of Sweeden,
left a fortune of 1,120,000 pounds. The princess
of Wales is one of her principal heirs.
Miss Astor, niece of the late William B. Astor,
is soon to be married to an English gentleman, a
distinguished lawyer, residing in London.
The widow of Hiram Powers, the sculptor, and
her daughter-in-law, Mrs. Preston Powers, sailed
from Boston for Europe on Saturday.
Gov. Brown’s health is very much improved.
The dry, salubrious air of Colorado has been ex
ceedingly beneficial to his throat affection.
Gen. Lafayettee McLaws has been appointed
Postmaster at Savannah vice J. G. Clark, sus
pended.
Mr. Theodore Tilton lectured in Chickering Hall,
New York, Monday evening, and Mr. Beecher
lectured in the same building on Wednesday even
ing.
General A. H. Colquit, the Governor elect of
Georgia was in Baltimore last week, and registered
atBarnum’s Hotel. He was accompanied by Mrs.
Colquitt.
New York Tribune: The Hon. Herschel V.
Johnson is a prominent candidate for United States
Senator from Georgia. His election would be a
great benefit to the State, and would go along way
toward ballancing the Hon. Ben. Hill at the other
end of the Capitol.
The trousseau of Miss May, who is to marry
James Gordon Bennett, has arrived from Europe,
where it was collected at an expense of $20,000,
according to Dame Rumor. It is said to be the
most beautiful and elaborate ever prepared for an
American lady.
Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe has an autograph
album which comprises twenty-six volumes and
contains 562,848 names. They include nearly all
the women of eminence in England and her colo
nies, and are the signatures appended to the ap
peal, addressed in 1851-52 by the women of Eng
land to their sisters in America, on the subject of
slavery.
The son and daughter of ex-Senator Patterson,
of Tennessee, and grand-children of ex-President
Andrew Johnson, are visiting Mrs. Laura C. Hol
loway, at her residence in Hanover Place, Brook
lyn. Miss Patterson, who was a great attraction
as a little child at the White House during her
grand-father’s administration is now a young
lady, and will make her debut in society this sea
son. She expects to remain some time in Boston.
Some one suggests this inquiry for naturalists
to answer: “If a bird in the hand is worth two
in the bush, is a mole on the face worth two-in the
ground?”
H6TINCT PRINT