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JOHN H. SEALS, - Kdltor and Proprietor.
\V. B. SEALS, - - Business Manager
MRS. MARY E. BRYAN (*) Associate Editor*
A. L. HAMILTON, D.D., - Associate Editor
And Manager of Agencies.
ATLANTA. GA.. SATURDAY. JAN. 20. 1877.
ATTENTION!
Read the grand story on the front page.
Read “ North and South,” on 6th page.
Read *‘Texas in a Nutshell,” a re
markable letter, on 7th page.
Read “ Travels in Europe,” by U. S.
Minister to Turkey, on 6th page.
Read the condensed news of all the
Southern States, on 7 th page.
Read Gold, Stocks, Bonds and Pro
duce, on 7th page.
Read “ A Woman’s Hate,” by Mrs.
E. Burk Collins, on 3d page.
Read the brilliant essay on “ Cakes,”
on 4th page.
Read “Answers to Correspondents,”
on 8th page.
Read the “Battles and Campaigns,”
on the 5th page.
Read the Puzzle and Chess depart
ments, on 8th page.
Read “ Movements in Southern So
ciety.”
Read Farm, Garden and Home Mat
ters.
Read “The Wicked World.”
Read “ Dramatic Notes.”
Read “ Personal Notes.”
Read the editorial page.
NEXT WEEK,
The popular “ Cosmopolitan Stories ”
will be continued.
The history of the Secret Civil Service
of the Confederate Government will be
gin.
A complete Railroad Guide for travel
ers going North or coming South.
“ Boys and Girls of the South.”
The Georgia Legislature—Retrenchment and
Reform.—Our law-makers and law-changers are
in session, and seem disposed to push business
with the proper energy. An unusual amount of
intelligence characterizes the Body, and we hope
they will comprehend the great fact that most
legislatures indulge in too much legislation for
the good of the State. Retrenchment and re
form is now the prevailing sentiment as usual
at the opening. All state legislatures open that
way, but sometimes those which make the most
noise on these sudjects in the beginning prove
to be the most extravagant in the end. We hope
that will not be the case with the present Body,
for never before has there been such an impera
tive demand for retrenchment in all departments
of government, State and Federal. For ten long
years the people of Georgia and the entire South
have travailed under burdens so grievous that
bankruptcy and financial ruin, like gaunt skel
etons, stare them in the face, and those who
have had the power to relieve them have only
ground them the harder for purposes of self-
aggrandizement. Plundering the public treas
ury—or in other words, stealing the people’s
money, has been the chief characteristic of the
civil administrations from the highest to the
lowest positions, and like rollicking robbers,
the office-holders have gloated over their ill-
gotten spoils. The whole land groans and strug
gles to its fall under the weight of official cor
ruption, and liberty itself trembles upon the
brink.
But millions of burdened hearts are now
thrilling with hope that the day of deliverance
is near at hand—that the reign of honest gov
ernment is soon to begin, and the vampires
must retire to the mountains and caverns. Jus
tice, with poised scales, approaches the altar
once more, and the era of wisdom, moderation,
public economy, social and individual rights
dawns apace.
For two years and more Georgia has had the
benefits of home rule, and its blessings have
been felt in every department of life; but there
is yet great need of reform, and upon each suc
cessive legislature devolves terrible responsibil
ities. It is hard to hold office and be honest in
this corrupt age. Human nature finds it diffi
cult to withstand temptation, and an unselfish
body of office-holders devoted to the interests of
the State and country would make a rare pic
ture. The ruling passion is to get the hand in
the public treasury, and every possible trickery
is reserted to for that purpose. The great army
of hungry seekers for the public pap which
came up to the State Capital during the week
from the valleys and down from the mountains,
from the hedges and by-paths, was a striking
commentary upon the predominant spirit of the
times. They crowded the streets, hotels and
boarding houses, and the noise of their plead
ings for office was like the roar of many waters.
Let this thing be changed. Let salaries be cut
down until the office shall be forced to seek the
man, and we can then test the patriotism of the
people. We are pleased to see that bills look
ing to a reduction have already been introduced;
but they are not low enough yet. Let them be
cut down to the lowest notch and then passed
promptly. That will look like business, and
I give the people hope and confidence.
An Important Movement for the South.—Some
time since, certain parties in England made the
following proposition to Governor Smith: That
they would establish a first-class line of ocean
steamers between Savannah and Liverpool,
touching at Queenstown, these steamers to make
at least one trip a month each way, and oftener
if the trade would admit. The owners propose
to establish agencies throughout the South and
West to receive the import trade, and are now
making efforts to arrange a private and through
ticket system in all this section with the rail
roads. No line of ocean steamers has ever been
successfully established without aid at first from
either the State or Federal governments, and
the owners of this proposed line ask of the State
of Georgia,for this purpose, the sum of sixty thou
sand dollars per annum for three years. In re
turn, they propose to convey freight and pas
sengers to any part of the South and West as
cheap, and perhaps cheaper, than by New York
if the pro rate is arranged. Their effort will
also be to make Savannah the port of entry for
much of the Northern trade, and also an import
ant point of landing for emigrants from that
section. These they will also convey cheaper
than by way of New York. They further offer
TO BEING EVERY PERSON WHO PROPOSES TO SETTLE
IN GEORGIA FOR ONE-HALF THE USUAL OCEAN FARE,
and Colonel B. W. Frobel, who is acting in be
half of these parties, is making arrangements
with the railroads to convey all such persons to
whatever part of this State they may select at
one-half the usual emigrant fare. In fact, if
these plans are carried out, a family of emigrants
coming here will save enough on their fare to
buy a nice little farm in any part of the State.
The Governor heartily approves the proposi
tion, and will urge it upon the coming Legisla
ture. It has also met the unqualified endorse
ment of the State Grange, and is cordially ap
proved by our farmers and business men.
An indu strious and thrifty class of emigrants
is what Georgia most needs. We have an
abundance of fine land, adapted to the produc
tion of the most profitable crops, now lying
waste. Emigrants are needed to utilize these,
and we earnestly hope that no time will be lost
after the meeting of the Legislature in taking the
proper steps to secure the promised results.
Sixty thousand dollars could not be devoted
to a better object or one that will repay the
State sooner for its expenditure.
The Moukey and the Modern Demagogue.—
Strong proof of the truth of Darwin’s theory as
to our monkey origin comes in a letter from the
Transvaal Republic, which says “that a species
of large cynocephalic ape are in the habit of
ravaging the coffee plantations there, which,
therefore, have to be guarded. Among the coffee
trees there grows a shrub whose fruit the apes
particularly enjoy. A species of wasp had fas
tened their nests to these shrubs, and the apes
were kept from the tempting fruit by the fear of
being stung. One morning fearful cries from
the apes attracted attention to a curious scene.
A large baboon, the leader of the band, was
throwing some apes down into the shrubs, that
they might break off the wasp nests with the
shock of their fall. The poor victims, stung by
the infuriated insects, were crying piteously;
but the old baboon paid no attention to their
miserable condition. While they were down
belo w, suffering from the anger of the wasps,
he quietly proceeded to regale himself with the
fruit, now safely within his reach, and occasion
ally tossed a handful to some females and young
a little way off.”
That old cyoncephalic ape could be easily
evoluted into a modern American politician,
when he would use the colored “ man and brud
der,” or a host of confiding constituents of a
less popular tint, as tools wherewith to procure
him the rich fruits of office—poles to knock
down his plums and stand the wasp stings,
while he gobbles the fruit. A first rate wire
puller would that old ape make. *
Educating Buys fur Husbands.—How many
unhappy girls have paid dearly for the early
bringing up of their young husbands, who,
after the first glamour of love has passed, treat
their wives as they were allowed to treat their
sisters, and as they saw their fathers treat their
mothers—carelessly, disrespectfully, with a to
tal want of that considerate tenderness which is
worth more than all the passionate love in the
world. These, though they may muster outside
as excellent husbands, never do anothing really
bad, and possessing many good and attractive
qualities, yet contriving somehow to break the
poor woman’s heart, or to burden it into a pas
sive acceptance of pain, which is more fatal to
married happiness than even temporary es-
trrngement.
The best husbands I evea met came out of a
family where the mother, a most heroic and
self-denyinS woman, laid down the absolute
law: “the girls first”—not in any authority,
but first to be thought of as to protection and
tenderness. Consequently, the chivalrous care
which these lads were taught to show their own
sisters naturally extends to all women. They
grew up true gentlemen—generous, unexacting,
courteous of speech, and kind of heart.—Ex.
Fatal Effects of Deceit.—The habit of em-
p loying this treacherous agency in business or
social pursuits has ever proven disastrous in its
results. Although it not unfrequently obtains
the end for which it was employed, the injury
to conscience is exentually fatal. It has, how
ever, entered largely into all our business and
social transactions. We are obliged to guard
against it even among the respectable and influ
ential classes. It has eaten deep into the very
core of Americanism. Yet we are often its help
less victims. Many a young man can look back
and see it as the obstacle which has caused the
sad wreck of his business or reputation. Many
a girl can attribute the loss of golden opportu
nities or her ruin to this insatiable tooth of de
struction. The wife looks back in sorrow upon
the wooing of the husband who has since proven
himself foreign to the ideal he presented at her
shrine, and likewise many a kind and noble
husband suffers only torture and miseay in his
association with the maiden who won his love
and hand by an artful application of gentleness
and purity, and cunning, bewitching exterior
qualities. Alas ! we cower at the bloodshed of
murder and war, and stand aghast at crime; but
have we a greater sin than deceit—the combina
tion of falsehood, dishonesty and slander ?
Bob White—His Friends aud his Enemies.—
Somebody contends that winter, and not sum
mer, is the proper season in which to visit
one’s country cousins, as then one is sure of
finding warm fires, full larders and friends at
leisure to enjoy social communion, and with
minds brightened and spirits relaxed by the
holiday feeling of the time. Also, if you are of
the masculine persuasion and fond of gunning,
you can then find capital sport in the woods
and fields. This is all quite true; but it does
not follow that a troop of idle boys and young
men—guns and nets in hand—are a blessing to
the farmer on whose lands they descend; or that
he gains anything by having every covey of
partridges on his grounds snugly bagged or
frightened away by being shot into, and the
smaller birds—the robins and sparrows that
brighten the winter landscape—ruthlessly and
uselessly sacrificed.
A fear is being entertained in some sections
of the South that the partridge may disappear
from the locality altogether—perhaps become
extinct, like the dodo, and somebody from Vir
ginia advertises for a few pair to let loose, that
they may breed in his bird-depopulated dis
trict.
A writer from Savannah, Mo., to the Rural
Sun, is earnest in his appeal to “Spare the
Quail,” contending that it is the farmers’ best
friend in the wheat field, where Bob White is
industrious in destroying the chinch-bug and
other insects that make havoc upon the grain.
He calls fora law protecting the birds, and says:
“If people have not judgment nor interest
enough to protect and spare the birds on their
own lands, let the law step in and teach them a
profitable lesson. Let petitions be prepared all
over the State for the better protection of in
sectivorous birds and sent in early to our next
Legislature, with such a list of names as will
insure us attention and respect. If quails had
proper protection, they would almost always be
found right where chinch-bugs were at work in
the wheat and corn fields.
“ Farmers, your boys might trap a flock or
two of quails during the winter, and perhaps
get a dollar for them, all in cash, and by the
same transaction you will give the chinch-bugs
a wagon load of grain and lay the foundation for
the destruction of your own and your neigh
bor’s crops another year. I believe that a flock
of quails is worth at least three times its market
value in one season to the farmer, and in many
cases, ten times as much.”
During last Christmas holidays, we saw a pit
iful illustration of the havoc that the gun and
net can do among the birds during the bitter
cold and snow, when they fall ready victims to
thoughtless cruelty. It was not quite so bad
while the slaughter was confined to partridges;
but when a city “ cousin ’’ came up with a bag
full of little birds, and tumbled out their tiny,
blood-dabbled bodies in a heap before our eyes,
it seemed too great a wrong against the useful
aud the beautiful. In that sorrowful hecatomb,
we recognized our old friends, Robin Red Breast
and Jenny Wren, with other much smaller bits
of feathered beauty—blue, brown, black, and
white spotted, brown and gold-flecked, which
we were not ornithologist enough to classify.
We saw these victims after they were picked for
a pie. A scant pan-full of tiny bony bodies,
each hardly bigger than a house spider, was all
that remained of the beauty that had cheered
the winter wood, flashing like sunbeams through
naked boughs and among golden-green cedar
and holly trees, with chirp and flutter and show
of glad, bright life—innocent, useful life, which
nothing but sheer thoughtlessness and narrow
prejudice prevent the farmer from protecting as
his best safeguard against grain-destroying ver
min.
If he reflected upon the harmonious chain by
which all life—that of plants as well as animals,
is linked together—upon the balance which
nature keeps up among her various forms
and species of living things by making them
checks and counter-checks upon each other’s in
crease, he would think twice before breaking in
upon this harmony—destroying this wise equi
librium. Darwin tells us that the structure of
every organic being is related in the most essen
tial, yet often hidden manner, to that of all
other organic beings with which it comes in com-
petion for food or residence, or from whtch it is
to escape, or on which it preys. As a perti
nent instance, he states that if bumble-bees
should become extinct in England,heartsease and
red clover would disappear, since it is due to the
visits of these insects that the fertilizing pollen
is conveyed from flower to flower. As the
number of bumble-bees depends greatly upon
the number of mice which destroy their nests,
and as the number of mice is largely determined
by the number of their enemies, hawks and cats,
it is seen that through the invention of cats, then
mice, then bees, the existence of certain herbage
might be determined for a district, whereby the
animals dependent thereon for sustenance might
seriously suffer.
When man, whose intelligent ingenuity has
m ade him such a powerful agent of destruction,
puts himself in the scale of checks, there is
danger that the nice balance may be destroyed.
Birds have many other enemies beside man,
whose legitimate prey they can hardly be called,
since that King of creation has such an abun
dance of larger creatures in his food-realms,
and since domestic fowls, including the guinea,
that noisy, speckled, big cousin of our friend,
Bob White, may be raised in unlimited num
bers. Quail upon toast is a fashionable luxury
among modern epicures, as peacock’s brains
were among those of other days; and it is really
a delicate morsel; but for this reason shall we
ruthlessly exterminate our benefactors of the
wheat fields, our cheerers of the wood and
meadow—the shy, graceful gypsies, brown as
the autumn leaves they hide among, and ready
to welcome the Spring with the cheery whistle
that brings up the days when we sang back to
these merry pipers—
“ Bob White,
Are the peas ripe ? ” *
Sir Michael Costa, after his two oratorios,
“ Eli ” and “ Naaman,” has preserved a long
silence in composition ; but it is stated that he has
been for some time occupied with setting a subject
from the Bible, of no ordinary interest, namely,
the career of Joseph, the son of Jacob.
Gossip Over the Papers.—“Morain’s mail,”
says the office boy, and empties a torrent of ex
changes on our table—dailies, weeklies, month
lies, with glimpses of engravings and orna
mented covers peeping from their brown wrap
pers. What a world of wealth all this reading
matter would have seemed to us once ! is the
thought that flashes up with a sudden memory
of the long ago, and the childish joy with which
we welcomed the Saturday night arrival of the
mail from the town post-office, ten miles away—
the mail that consisted of but three papers, and
once a month, a magazine. Even this was con
sidered an extravagant outlay in literature by
our neighbors, though they proved industrious
borrowers, and never were papers better read
than the old Milledgeville Recorder, the New
York Home Journal and Arthur's Home Ga
zette. As for the magazine (the inevitable
Godey), we had an influx of female visitors on
the day it was expected to arrive, eager to con
sult the fashion oracle and take a peep at the
stories. Godey still flourishes, though rivals
share his throne; and here we have the Home
Journal, a noble paper still, though we miss
the individuality that it possessed when Willis,
genuine journalist that he was—steeped it in his
racy personality, and made us look at life and
literature through the high colored and bril
liant, if somewhat distorting, lens of his fancy.
But journalism, with all things else, has under
gone a change since then. Personality no longer
peeps out in it so plainly. The editor is
lost in his work. This is more in accordance
with the principles of true art, and yet we long
for some out-cropping of individual traits. We
would like to have a glimpse of this interpreter
of life, who stands out of sight while he mar
shals facts, sentiments and theories so as to
make apparent their practical significance, rela
tions and tendencies. For instance, we would
like to know whether the writer of the thought
ful “ leaders ” in our o'd friend, the Home
Journal, is a man or a woman. There is about
them a firm grasp and logical force usually
termed “masculine,” yet a certain ideal eleva
tion of sentiment and a grace of expression,
more even than their strong championship of
woman’s rightful claims for higher culture and
broader fields of thought and work, would indi
cate that the writer was a clear-brained and
large-hearted woman.
In the number before us, the leading discus
sion is about women in the pulpit, suggested by
the recent trial of Rev. Mr. See by his Presby
terian brethren upon the accusation of Dr. Cra
ven that he invited ladies to his pulpit and per
mitted them to speak to the congregation. Upon
the fact that the Presbytery—the most conserva
tive body in Christendom—took several days to
deliberate upon its action in this case, and
gravely discussed the propriety of allowing
women to speak from the pulpit—upon this
hesitation and this respectful consideration of a
subject that twenty years ago would have been
contemptuously treated and summarily decided
in the negative, the Home Journal finds ground
for triumph—reason to believe that a spirit of
wise liberalism and higher honor to women is
permeating society, even to its most conserva
tive centres. The continual dropping is wear
ing away the stone of prejudice.
Truly, the argument that it is wrong for wo
men to speak to a congregation because St. Paul
forbid it, is rather a weak one, seeing that St.
Paul also forbade women to teaoh and to wear
jewelry and outward adornings—injunctions
that are every day disregarded. The plain truth
is that all such edicts were framed to suit social
conditions that have passed away, and that those
who seek to put the “ new wine into old bottles”
are doing a foolish thing. Christ himself looked
not to the forms and conditions of the society in
the midst of which he inaugurated his great
reform. He saw truth in its nakedness; he saw
the human—the woman—soul stripped of condi
tions; he read its after possibilities; hence he
fettered it by no restrictions that it might out
grow. But Paul being apostle, and not prophet,
could not be expected to see so far or so deep.
Meantime, during the discussion of the New
ark Presbytery, Rev. Mr. See testified to the
peculiar power of women in religious teaching—
their magnetic potency of persuasion, their
quick sympathy, their contagious enthusiasm,
their self-unconscious earnestness—all of which
make them effective religious instructors. And
apropos, we see that a lady, a recent grad
uate of the Boston Theological Institute, has
been given a pastorate by the Methodist church.
All this by way of justice to the claims of the
very few women who may feel preaching to be
their urgent vocation; for ourselves, we have no
particlar desire to see women in the pulpit, and
think the time is still distant when their pres
ence there will be an ordinary spectacle. But
should any Miriam rise up in our midst with
the sacred fire aflame in her soul, and the need
of utterance burning on her lips, we see no rea*
son why that need should be stifled because
Paul thought best for the women of his time to
keep silent as to preaching and teaching, as well
as to wear no rings in their ears, and no furbe
lows and short hair. Wonder what he would
say to our “frizzes” and “idiot fringe” for the
forehead! *
Humor on Mrs. A. T. Stuart.—A New York
World reporter asked Judge Hilton whether the
report was true that Mrs. A. T. Stewart intended
to build a fine house at Lake George. The
Judge said that -‘it was true, with the exception
that the proposed location of this marvelous
residence was in the moon, instead of on this
mundane sphere. The house was to be of solid
gold, with trimmings of diamonds. The hall
way was to be paved with emeralds, in token of
the late A. T. Stewart’s native land; and the
whole edifice was to be perfumed by the breath
of angels, imported expressly for the purpose
at a great expense. No housekeeper has been
yet decided upon, but Queen Victoria has an
offer of several thousand dollars per day under
her consideration, and there is every probabi-
hty of her acceptance. He also added that the
report that he had purchased Mrs. Stewart’s in
terest in the business of her late husband for the
sum of 4)25,000,000 was entirely true—just as
much so as the rest of the story.”
[ForThe Sunny Sontb.l
Cakes.
BY J. H.
One of the counts in the sweeping indictment
drawn by the prophet Hosea against Ephraim
reads, “ Ephraim is a cake not turned.”
fhe figure used by the prophet is a cake baking
on the coals, its underside beautifully browned,
tempting to the appetite and grateful to the eye of
a hungry man ; the other, raw, doughy, and unin
viting either to the eye or the taste.
According to the prophet, Ephraim was good on
one side, but bad on the other—a combination of
vice and virtue, in which the evil was very little,
if any, relieved by the good, while the good was
utterly ruined by its union with the evil.
Considered as an article of food, the dilference
between a cake baked on one side only and no cake
at all, is very inconsiderable. True, by a judicious
arrangement which would carefully conceal the
raw side, the former might be p'aced on a table
and made to pass as a good cake for a time ; but
whenever it was tried its utter worthlessness would
be made manifest, and every one would under
stand at once that its attractive appearance was
the only value it possessed.
The character presented to the world by the
Ephraim of the present day depends very much
on the standpoint from which it is seen, and the
thoroughness of the examination. He is prone to
exhibit his best side, thereby proving that he pos
sesses at least the virtue of self-denial, since, with
out doubt, he finds the greatest comfort in repos
ing with his raw side uppermost.
People who never see his raw side—who make
no attempt to probe him with a broom-straw, after
the manner of cooks, to find out whether he is
baked all the way through—are very apt to accept
him as a genuine article. Indeed, it is very sel
dom that even his most intimate friends are aware
that he has a good and a bad side. His whole
circle of acquaintances may be arranged into two
classes, those who believe him to be good, and
those who know him to be bad.
The chief object of Ephraim seems to be to main
tain his reputation with both these classes. He
appears to be as unwilling that those who know
him to be bad should think any better of him, as
he is anxious that those who consider him virtuous
should preserve their favorable opinion of his
character. Thus, for the benefit of the latter, he
becomes a member of the church. He is punctual
in attendance aud devout in deportment at all
meetings of the church. He gives with a liberal
hand, being careful that his left hand shall not
know what his right hand does, and that every
body else shall. He is fervent also in public
prayer—humbly confessing his unworthiness and
acknowledging his manifold sins and transgres
sions, serene in his opinion that his audience do
not believe a word of his self-abasing confessions,
and oblivious of the fact that the Divine Being, to
whom his petitions are nominally addressed, knows
them to be true. In exhortation, too, he is elo
quent and impressive. His favorite themes are
the poverty of the riches of this world, the lowli
ness of its honors and the evanescence of its pleas
ures. We are convinced that wealth has no charms
for him—that fame may stand on the apex of the
dome of its temple without fear that he will ever
dispute its possession, and that he will seek pleas
ure only as the result of the performance of good
deeds. Alas! alas! there are those who know
full well that, lightly as Ephraim values gold, he
has not hesitated to coin it out of widows’ tears
and orphans’ woes—that, however low he may
esteem the honors of this world, he has more than
once rushed headlong over the ghastly corpses of
his neighbors’ reputation in his attempts to reach
the summit of this pigmy hillock ; and that, as
fleeting as the world’s pleasures may be, he has
imperiled his health, his reputation and his soul’s
salvation, adding sin to sin, doubly-dying crime
with hypocrisy, that he might taste for a brief mo
ment the delusive, deadly sweets of earth’s most
doubtful pleasures. The mantle of charity, how
ever elastic it may be, cannot be stretched wide
enough to hide from these the fetid mass moulder
ing beyond the open door of this whited sepulchre.
Ephraim is the same in politics as in religion.
The avowed member of one party, he is secretly
an adherent of the other. The one, being de
ceived, trusts and honors him ; the other, knowing
his real value, despises him, but uses him. Ele
vated to office, he speaks often and loudly of patri
otism, and party fealty and personal honesty. He
never betrays the interests of his constituents—
unless he can thereby promote his own. He is
ultra in his defense of any and all attacks on his
party—sometimes in his enthusiasm overstepping
the bounds of prudence, and thereby opening te
the opposition new and damaging points of attack.
He would resent the offer of a bribe with scorn
and indignation, but yields to the entreaties of
friends—themselves not insensible to the power of
wealth —and thus solves the intricate problem of
“addition, division and silence.”
In society, Ephraim always wears outward his
best side. He is a paragon of gallantry, the per
fection of politeness, attention personified.
Charmed by his easy and graceful manners, fas
cinated by his conversation, so deftly adapted to
the taste and capacity of every auditor, it is not
strange that society considers him, not only as a
cake perfectly baked, but frosted and embossed
with all the skill of the confectioner.
At home, the scene changes, and we see the
other side—raw, sad and repulsive. There, he is
exacting, peevish, complaining. Indifferent to
the comfort of others, but with an eye single to
the promotion of his own, he makes his presence a
bleak, chilling wind that drives away all the
warmth that affection, tenderness and confi
dence infuse into the atmosphere of the house
hold, and his absence a bright, placid calm, shad
owed only by the prospect of his return.
In short, Ephraim is as the elder Slick wrote of
Barney Oxman—“ Godward, very pious ; man-
ward, a little twistical.” As a rule, he is a suc
cess ; when he fails, it is always due more to the
perversity of human nature than to his lack of dil
igence or want of tact.
People who are so obtuse as not to perceive the
difference between the acceptance of a present by
a high official and his taking a bribe—who are so
ungenerous as to object to the eking out of a mea
gre salary of six or ten thousand dollars by the
sale of a few offices and trading-ports—who seek
to straighten crooked whisky and break down the
Credit Mobilier, and who persist in calling defal
cation stealing and in denying that licentiousness
is the most refined and exalted form of religion,
are just the kind of people whom Ephraim pushes
one side when he can, and seeks to undermine
and destroy when he cannot. Occasionally he
fails to do either, and then
” He falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.”
— wioiiuiug imniKurus.
1 he following is the best method devised for re
straining men from becoming drunkards. Th
plan was adopted in Selma, Oregon, thus far witl
satisfactory results. It is thus:
anj P /”°“ becomes intemperateh
IZl ° f lnl0Ilc »ting liquor, a certaii
number of citizens may petition to have him de
a drunkard. The petition is directed t<
the CUy Recorder, who gives notice by publicatioi
in some daily paper that the person named in th<
petition has been declared a “ common drunkard.’
After such notice it is unlawful for any one “ U
give or sell to such person, or assist him in gettin
any vine, spirituous or malt liquor.”