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JOIl.\ II. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor.
W. B. SEALS, - Business Manager
MRS. MARY E. BRVAS (*) Associate Editor.
A. L. HAMILTON, D. D., - Associate Editor
And Manager of Agencies.
ATLANTA. GA., SATURDAY, JAN. 27. 1877.
The Richmond Office of The Sunny South
is at the corner of 11th and Bank streets. R. G. Agee,
Agent.
Women and Work — The Office of State
Librarian and Mrs. Overby. — The Wash
ington House Committee on Judiciary have at
length agreed to report a bill enacting that “ any
woman who shall have been a member of the bar
of the highest court of any State or Territory, or
of the Supreme Court of the District of Columbia,
for a space of three years, and shall have main
tained a good standing before such court, and who
shall be a person of good moral character, shall,
on motion and p.oduction of such record, be ad
mitted to practice before the Supreme Court of the
United States.” Which simply shows that the
world moves, and that in a little while talent and
industry will not fail to find their rightful scope
and their merited reward merely because their
possessor happens te be a woman. We trust that
little item about the “good moral character” is
practically insisted upon in the case of male appli
cants, as well as female—but we doubt it.
We are glad such a bill has been reported, be
cause the fact is significant of the advance that has
taken place in public opinion upon the subject of
woman’s position in the world of work. It proves
that a higher honor to woman, a fuller recognition
of her powers, have gradually grown up in the
minds of men ; and while we prefer that our South
should be rather distinguished for its happy, home
keeping wives and daughters than for its female
“ Daniels come to judgment,” we are glad to feel
that when either physical necessity or the divine
compulsion of genius bids woman come down from
her happier throne of home and sheltered affection
to the world’s broad field of battle, she shall be
the a J ust we l come at the hands of men, and a
room ignition of her right to employ her talents out-
j*°^ n b (if necessary) the beaten and crowded track
ciou“ tionally marked out for women. But we
he y fear that a majority of our Southern gen-
^r dreu are not yet sufficiently imbued with the
surec^he^^lity’ tbe f ar ' see > n g enlightenment of the
the brigP ccor d woman a practical recognition of her
cheeks w> work that lies outside the crowded field
observed^ 118 antl dresamakin ?> though such field is set
‘that she starvation scarecrows, and though labor
sat convi, if it could be obtained, may be unsuited
Mrs. Vaytyoman’s taste or capacity. Such men ad-
pear at tl .
sieged or t0 tae theory that women, like sugar
ulation t ornaments, must be kept under glass cases;
“ I’vehey must cling—poor, helpless beings !—cling
was sajasculine coat-skirts, though many of those
and too , ....
i are so dragged at by the dead weight of fe-
ive. c lelpiessnesp jhat their possessor can scarcely
l®/p them and fiimself above ground. And all
t;^ while, there no doubt exists among these fe
male encumbrances, talent and energy sufficient to
permit their owner to walk alone, to give a helping
hand to loved ones, or to push gallantly forward
toward the goals of fame and fortune.
Just now, in this capital city of our “ Empire
State,” Mrs. Overby, the widow of one of Georgia’s
most distinguished men, is an applicant for the post
of State Librarian. She is of high social standing,
of stainless character, of systematic business hab
its, intelligence and culture—every way qualified
for the position she seeks and pecuniarily needs,
and yet is in danger of losing (to some male com
petitor with plenty of muscle to enable him to earn
a livelihood in a different direction), chiefly be
cause of the unreasoning prejudice against women
taking upon themselves any kind of work save that
which old and obsolete social conditions once made
conventional and proper.
It is claimed that work outside this magic limit
is impairing to female delicacy because of the ex
posure to observation that it necessitates. It is
asserted that contact with men results in hardness,
boldness and self-assertion. Of course the “hard
ening” does not take place in the exposure to ob- i
servation incident to daily social intercourse of
women and men; it does not take place when
young women stand behind the tables of fancy ba
zaars and strive eagerly for customers ; when they
walk the public streets ; appear at concert or tab
leau ; fiirt at the crowded theatre; chat in the
shops, or stand with arms and shoulders bare as a
snowdrift'beneath the ball-room chandelier. The
mu ch-talked-of female delicacy does not suffer in
the “ contact ” that comes from the dance or the
fashionable waltz, where waists are embraced and
breaths mingled. Will any assert that such expo
sure to observation is not as frequent, such contact
not more intimate and more impairing to “ delica-
ey ” than any to be encountered by business women
in their quiet, business relations with the other
sex ? And in this latter case, the exposure and
the contact, instead of being founded on vanity and
love of display, are based on a far higher plane of
motive, often being bravely undertaken and nobly
pliattp.e for the sake of those dependent for life and
know thar «. I8 U p 0n the exertions of the “ business
and vibrated
while the hot , _. , ,
heart when sb the wild and disorderly arena of
had unclosed concerned, we are glad to have all
ness, his face ’ f ar but it is cnsto mary in
first c&U^ * *
own N»’ ern and Western cities to see women fili-
“I? such business positions and posts of trust
as were formerly occupied only by men—tilling j
them quietly, soberly, with a conscientious at
tentiveness, a systematic care, that demands re
spect from the most prejudiced. Away, then,
wuh the stupidity that would lug the idea of
into all considerations of the movement to
e the field of woman’s work in a way to
meet the exigencies of modern civilization and
supply the needs of the increased and increas
ing number of women who must support them
selves by independent labor. Away with the
half Mahommedan notion that women must be
hedged around with the divinity of masculine
care, when it is shown that such hedge cannot
always be had, and is often ineffective to keep
out the wolf of hunger. Let women be looked
upon as human beings endowed with intellect
ual energies they have a right to use, and oca-
sionally with talents they have no right to hide
under a bushel, but should let shine purely and
steadily for their own development and for the
good of the world. Let woman be looked upon
in this higher light, and when it chances that
abnormal circumstances lead her to find her
work outside the trodden sheep-paths, and she
does that work well and faithfully,
“ Deal with her justly, woman though she be,
And honor her with truth, if not with praise.”
Marrying a Ghost.—Wherein the world were { The best stand in the city of Atlanta for busi-
all the flesh and blood maids and widows in the ness of any kind, and especially the dry gooda
West, that a handsome widower—a judge at that— trade, is now offered by Jonothan Norcross,
had to go to Ghost-land to get him a bride ? And Esq. It is those splendid rooms on the corner
Leap Tear not quite over when it happened. Here of Marietta and Whitehall streets, and no place
is the story told in a letter from Terre Haute to in the city is more accessible or more desirable,
the Cincinnati Commercial, evidently in good faith See him at once.
See the news of the Stales on the 7th
page.
Little Tracks on the Floor.—“ Children a re
the plague of my life; I wish 1 never had had one
of the dirty little pests!” said a model house
keeper, as she knelt down and vigorously scrubbed
at the muddy print of a little shoe on the clean
haB floor. Yet, to prove that her words were only
“ lip-deep,” the tears came when we softly quoted:
I wonder that gome mothers ever fret
At their little children clinging to their gown;
Or that the footpriuts, when the days are wet,
Are ever black enough to make them frown.
If I could find a little muddy boot,
Or cap, or jacket, on my chamber floor—
If I could kiss a rosy, restless foot.
And hoar it patter in my house once more;
If I could mend a broken cart to-day,
To-morrow make a kite to reach the sky,
There is no woman in God’s world could say
She was more blissfully content than I.
But ah! the dainty pillow next my own
Is never rumpled by a shining head?
My singing birdling from its nest has fiown—
The little boy I used to kiss is—dead.
Send for specimen of “The Boys and
Girls of the South.” Inclose two cents
tor postage.
Artist and Housekeeper.—The most unique
artistic work shown at the Centennial Exhibition
was a beautiful ideal head moulded in butter, by a
farmer's wife, Mrs. Caroline Brooks, of Arkansas.
She had no instruction in her art, and she modeled
tho “ Dreaming Iolanthe ” in a few hours on a
kitchen table, from fresh butter of her own
making, with no tools save a butter-paddle, some
straws and a cedar stick. The “ Iolanthe,” pre.
served on ice, attracted such attention at the Cen
tennial that members of the police had to be
stationed around the work to keep back the press
ing crowd eager for a cl ose inspection of the wonder
ful “Butter Head.” Mrs. Brooks is now in New
York, where her studio, near the new Aquarium,
is visited by all interested in true art, and where
she is now engaged in modeling from the unique
material she has chosen. *
See Farm, Garden and Home matter?,
on the sixth page. Contributions soli
cited for this department.
Reviews of Current Literature.
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3,250 large pages of reading matter a year. It
abounds in “the ablest essays and reviews, the
choicest serial and short stories, the most interest
ing sketches of travel and discovery, the best poe
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Scientific and political information from the entire
body of foreign periodical literature.” Among its
contributors are such eminent authors as Prof
Max Muller, Mr. Tyndall Rt. Hon. W. E. Glad
stone, Prof. Huxley, the Duke of Argyle, Jas. A.
Froude and many others.
The subscription price ($8 a year,) is cheap for
the amount of reading furnished, while for those
desiring the cream of both home and foreign liter
ature, the publishers make a still cheaper offer,
viz.: to send, postpaid, The Living Age and either
one of the American $4 monthlies or weeklies, a
year for $10.50. With The Living Age and one or
other of our leading American monthlies, a sub
scriber will, at small cost, be put in “command of
the whole situation.”
The Eclectic reprints from all the foreign Quar
terlies, Reviews, Magazines and Journals, their
choicest contents, including essays, scientific pa
pers, biographical sketches, reminiscences of
travel and adventure, tales, stories and poems.
The field of selection is very large, and it is be
lieved that The Eclectic presents a greater variety
and higher standard of literature than any peri
odical can hope to do that depends exclusively up
on home talent.
Among the writers represented in recent num
bers of The Eclectic are : Rt. Hon. W. E. Gladstone,
James Anthony Fmude, Mathew Arnold, Charles
Kingsley, Robert Buchanan, Geo. McDonald, John
Ruskin, Alfred Tennyson, Thomas Hughes, Wm.
Black, Mrs. Oliphant, Thomas Hardy, Wm. Morris,
Miss Thackeray, Mrs. Alexander, Profs. Huxley
and Tyndall, Richard Proctor, B. A., Prof. Owen,
Dr. W. B. Carpenter, Max Muller, J. Norman
Lockyer, Herbert Spencer, and others equally em
inent.
. Terms—single copies 45 cents; one copy one
year, $5; two copies, $9; five copies, $20. Trial
subscriptions for three months, $1.
The Eclectic and any $4 magazine to one address,
$8.
Postage free to all subscribers. Address,
E. R. Pelton, Publisher,
25 Bond Street, New York.
An extra offer also is made to all new subscrib
ers for 1877, viz.: to send them gratis, the six
numbers of 1876, containing, besides other valua
ble reading, the first,installments of a new and un
usually powerful serial story by George McDonald, j
now appearing in The Living Age from advance |
sheets.
Scribner's Monthly is confessedly one of the most j
ably conducted and popular Magazines of the age.
The January number is before us, containing the j
following rich and attractive articles :
Day Dreams; Norway and the Norsemen; That 1
Lass o’ Lowrie’s; To Miss D., in her Album; Pan;
Concerning Cheapness; The Last Pine; Beds and ;
Tables, etc.; Liverworts and Ferns; John Bur
roughs; Ghosts; Tne English Workingman’s Home;
Papa Hoorn’s Tulip; At the Window; A Winter on !
the Nile; A Dream; Nicholas Minturn; My friend
Moses; What our Churches cost us; Emmanuel;
Topics of the Times; Home and Society; The
World's Work.
Terms $4.00 a year, in advance; 35 cents a num
ber.
The Eclectic Magazine is in the thirty-third year
of its existence and promises to continue with in
creasing life and vigor for a thousand years to :
come.
and with the expectation that it shall be given full
credence. But it will require a dark night, a wild
wind without, a flickering candle, a volume of
Schiller’s Ghost-Seers, just read, a big dose of
hasheesh’ and various other things to put us in
condition to believe in that spirit bride; though a
dreamy-eyed friend at our elbow declares he knows
1 it is true for that his bodily eyes have seen spirit
materializations quite as perfect and wonderful.
“Some few weeks since, Judge A., of Vermont,
whose wife has been some time dead, received an
impression that the famous medium, Mrs. Annie
Stewart had a surprise in store for him, and would
i go to Terre Haute, Indiana, and meet him there,
i Accordingly, he journeyed to the place appointed
1 and became an actor in a thrilling scene that took
place during Mrs. Stewart,’s evening seance.
! “At 7 o’clock Mrs. Stewart entered the cabinet,
the lights were turned down and quiet prevailed,
broken only by the sweet and trembling vibrationg
of the Doctor’s music-box, a condition necessary
to assist the controlling spirit to more fully mate
rialize. Some twenty minutes were in this man
ner whiled away, when the door of the cabinet
opened disclosing an angelic figure arrayed in a
complete bridal costume of snow-white texture,
indesdribably beautiful. The veil, which appeared
j like a fleecy vapor encircled her brow, and being
; caught at the temples, fell in graceful folds, and
| seemingly almost enveloped her entire form.
! Thus, like treading on the clouds, the form walked
] softly out upon the rostrum.
The Judge, who had received spiritual intelli-
! gence as to what was about to occur, at once recog
nized the materialization as that of his departed
i wife, and exhibiting considerable feeling mingled
I with much dignity of manner, approached her
with affectionate greeting, and placed within her
: gloved hand a bouquet of rare flowers, imprinted
upon her lips a fervent kiss. “Are you ready ?”
inquired the Doctor. “We are,” responded the
Judge. Justice Denehie, of this city, then stepped
upon the rostrum, and joining the hands of the
couple, in a few well-chosen words, in the name
of the great Overruling power, united the mortal
to the immortal; vows of eternal constancy and
fidelity were exchanged, pledges of love were made
anew. At the conclusion of this ceremony, the
spirit bride received the congratulations of the
company present, then slowly receded. As she
crossed the threshhold of the cabinet a dazzling
light flooded its precincts, revealing to the audi
ence a spirit face of marvelous beanty.”
Make up clubs of twenty for “ The
Boys and Girls of the South.”
The Journey of Life—A series of engravings
in finest steel, from the celebrated paintings of
that name, are now being sold at greatly reduced
prices, so as to put them within the means of
every lover of art. They are highly beautiful
and suggestive, breathing the spirit of immor
tal hope, and full of poetical ideality. The
j agent for tfcis county is a worthy and well-
known citizen—Mr. Wright Rogers—who, we
trust, both ffc»r his i^ske and for the sake of
Art, will succeed in Uiducing every one who
has a home to enrich i^ by hanging on its walls
this beautiful work. T *
See communications between North
erners and Southerners on the 6th page.
Frank Leslie’s Publications.—Everybody in
the South likes Frank Leslie, and his numerous
publications are immensely popular with our peo
ple. Mrs. Lewis, from I ;w York, is now in our
city canvassing for all his periodicals, and our
people will find her to be a most agreeable, intelli
gent and pleasant lady, and we bespeak for her a
courteous reception. She has specimens, and
takes pleasure in exhibiting them. Orders left at
The Sunny South office, or the National Hotel,
where she is stopping, will receive prompt atten
tion.
Mr. Adams, who has the agency for Frank Les
lie’s publications for all the Southern States, is
also in the city, and stopping at the Kimball
House.
THE BOYS’ AND GIRLS’ PAPER
Has been delayed bva very contemptible type
foundry in New York, which, after unreasonable
delay, informs us by telegraph, at our expense,
that they would not send the goods by express,
C. 0. D. It is the first instance in our knowl
edge of a party refusing to send goods in that
wav, and shows a distrust of Southern people
that we have not known before. We allude to
the foundry of Farmer, Little A t o., with whom
we have had only one transaction before this,
and paid them in cash some four or six hun
dred dollars in full for a bill of material.
Will the South always be so entirely depend
ent upon the North as now ? God forbid !
In this connection, we would say to Southern
publishers that we have found James Conner’s
Sons reliable and pleasant gentlemen. Order
your material from them. Our order was only
sent to the former house because we needed
sorts of material which we were informed came
originally from that house.
The boys’ paper will appear very soon. An
other foundry is filling the little order of neces
sary material needed.
It is a singular fact, we are told, that every
applicant for an office under the new State admin
istration, who had purchased a new hat of Louis
H. Clarke, was successful. There must be some
thing in Louis’ hats, and everybody who ever ex
pects to become a candidate should secure one im
mediately. No joke about this. Go along and try
it. He is, besides, one of the cleverest fellows in
town, and worthy of your patronage.
[For The Sunny South.]
THE SNOW SHROUDED GRAVE.
In memoriam of Miss Katie Linn, of Gordon county.
Georgia.
Stars of the winter night,
Ye look down on a realm of trackless snow
Where every sad. unsightly thing below
Is veiled in gleaming white.
Where every new-made grave has gained a tomb
Fairer than marble in the star-lit gloom.
Aye, still and calm and white.
Lies the dear grave of her—my blighted flower;
The pure snow folds it on this midnight hour,
Fair as the form that was her mortal dower;
Like her own spirit bright;
And the far stars look down as if to bear
A message from the seraph dwelling there.
When Summer’s failing breath
Died in faint fragrance through the winter wood.
She faded with the flowers: the pure, the good;
Too fair it seemed for death,
Too young, too sweet, but Heaven ever loves
To take hack to its ark its sinless doves.
Ah me! her flight has left
A blank to hearts that never can forget
How sweet, how dear she was; and even yet
Life cannot seem bereft
Of the bright presence whose auroral ray
Shed such a luster on its clouded day.
But Heaven has gained a star.
Let me not think of her snow-shronded tomb
But feel that still our lily is in bloom
On fairer shores afar,
By shining waters where all tempests cease;
Waiting to greet me in the Land of Peace.
Atlanta Jan. 2d, 1877.
Brilliant European notes on the 6th
page.
EDITORIAL MENTION.
[For The Sunny South.]
Bird’s Eye View
— OF —
NEW PUBLICATIONS.
Letters in this office for R. G.
Miss C. R. R. will please send her address
again to this offiee. We have several letters for
her.
The “ Poe Memorial Volume ” reviewed by Mr.
Hayne in this number of our paper can be had
at the elegant bookstore of Philips A Crew, in
this city, corner of Marietta and Whitehall
streets, "where may be found all the new books
and beautiful gift volumes of the season. *
“The Poe Memobial Volumes.” Published by
the Turnbull Brothers, Baltimore.
Under the general title of “ Edgar Allan Poe,
a Memorial Volume," Miss Sara Sigourney Rice,
of Baltimore, has prepared and edited with ad
mirable taste one of the most unique and val
uable books of the season.
It was a happy idea to collect, and preserve in
so permanent a form, the letters, addresses, in
cidents, Ac., Ac., called forth by the erection of
Poe’s monument; these, as now presented, con
stituting another, and by no means contempti
ble, monument of their own.
The “contents” of the work are a condensed
biographical sketch of Poe, by Mr. Ingram, of
London; “Some Reminiscences of Poe as a
Schoolboy,” by Col. I. T. L. Preston, of Va.;
“ Dedication of the Monument, with Ceremo
nies of the Occasion,” “Letters from Distin
guished Poets and Authors ” (including fac
I similes of the chirography of Tennyson, Swin-
J burne, Whittier, Bryant, Longfellow and
j Holmes), together with oriignal “Poetic Tri-
[ butes ” from two American and one French
I poet. The “illustrations” are a portrait of
Poe, a picture of his cottage at Fordham, and,
J lastly, the monument, as lithographed by Hoen
A Co., Baltimore.
I The portrait, probably, is the only perfect
j likeness of Poe in existence. It was photo-
1 graphed from a daguerreotype, originally taken
j in Richmond, and now in the possession of Mr.
j Thomas H. Davidson, of Abingdon, Va., who
courteously allowed it to be copied for the pres-
| ent volume.
| Most persons are acquainted with Poe’s fea-
j tures as displayed in the likeness which accom
in which he has forever disproved some of the
worst of Griswold’s slanders; showing how that
reverend hypocrite had deliberately played the
part of moral ghoid, refusing, on several occa
sions, to correct his published statements fatal
to Poe’s reputation, although he had been con
clusively proved in error.
Col. Preston’s “Reminiscences” are charm
ingly presented. They bring Poe’s boyhood
before us with unusual vividness. “Although,”
writes the Colonel, “ I was several years Foe’s
junior, we sat together on the same form for a
year or more at a classical school in Richmond-
Our master was Joseph Clark, of Trinity Col.
lege, Dublin, a hot-tempered, pedantic bache
lor Irishman, but a Latinist of the first order.
“Edgar Poe at this time might have been
about fifteen or sixteen. His power and accom
plishments captivated me, and something in me
or in him made him take a fancy to me. In the
simple school athletics, he was facile princeps.
He was a swift runner, a wonderful leaper, and
a boxer with some slight training. I remember
that he would allow the strongest boy in the
school to strike him with full force in the chest.
He taught me the secret, and I imitated him
after my measure. It was to inflate the lungs
to the uttermost, and at the moment of receiv
ing the blow, to exhale the air. For swimming,
he was noted, being in many of his athletic
proclivities surprisingly like Byron in his
youth. There was no one of the school boys
who would so dare in the midst ol the rapids of
the James river.
“I recall one of his races. A challenge to a
foot-race had been passed between the two clas
sical schools of the city. We selected Poe as
our champion.
“The race came off one bright May morning
at sunrise on the Capitol square. Historical
truth compels me to add that our school was
beaten, and we had to pay up our small bets.
Poe ran well, but his competitor was a long-
legged, Indian-like fellow, who would have out
stripped Atalanta without the help of the gol
den apple. * * * *
* * * “In our Latin exercises, Poe was
among the first, not first, without dispute. He
had competitors, especially one, ‘Nat Howard,’
afterwards known as one of the ripest scholars
in Virginia, though distinguished also as a pro
found lawyer.
» * * “One exercise of the school was a
favorite one with Poe—namely: ‘capping ver
ses.’ He was very fond of Horace’s Odes, and
repeated them so often in my hearing that I
learned by sound the words of many before I
understood their meaning. In the tilting
rhythm of the Sapphics and Iambics, his ear
took special delight.
“Ah! when I think of his boyhood, his ca
reer, his fate, the poet whose lines I first learned
from his musical life, supplies me with his epi
taph:
“ * Hie mordaci velut icta ferro
Pinus, aut impulsa cupressus Euro,
Procidit late, posuitque collum in
Pulvere Teucro! ’
Next in the volume is an account of the cere
monies which accompanied the dedication of
the monument.*
These comprise a series of addresses by Pro
fessors Elliott and Shepherd, and by Mr. Neil-
son Poe, a relative of the illustrious poet. The
first address, by Prof. Wm. Elliott, jr., professes
to be a sketch of “the movement which culmi
nated in the erection of a monument.” We
quote from it the following paragraphs:
“For a number of years after the burial of
the poet, no steps seem (!) to have been taken
towards marking his grave. *******
* * * Another series of years intervened,
but yet no monument. True, numerous arti
cles made their appearance during that time in
different newspaper^but the authors of those
‘ [if that class of persons
gies i^ finding fault with
articles were mostl
who employ their e:
others, totally obliv
themselves no less
r» be
‘* f
v fcis
i p'es
of the fact tlia^they
aPr
panies the edition of his work by Redfield.
City Dibectory.—We are pleased to see that Therein, we have an eminently handsome man,
, . , .. , with a head phrenologically wonderful, and a
our people appreciate the necessity of a good di- face> oalnii aristocratic, thoughtful, somewhat
rectory, and are extending to Mr. Sholes the most j sarcastic, especially in the expression of the
liberal encouragement. A long list of the leading ; and as clear-cut in outline as that of
business and professional men of the city have . The general i£ pressi P n) howe v e r, is one of
given public expression of their appreciation and unreality. Instinctively, the gazer feels that he
warm assurances of co-operation. And we know contemplates an idealized portrait, in which all
whereof we affirm when we state that the plan and ^ characteristic lines all roughness of con-
r _ tour, have been studiously toned down, if not
contents of the book proposed by Mr. Sholes will wholly swept away. Not so with the present >
be infinitely superior to those of any directory ever likeness. While the smooth, regal brow, su- i
published of this city. He has large experience 1 P. erbI y developed, is still there, we perceive in
f ... . *■ . ; the careworn cheeks, the melancholy eyes, to- j
in this kind of work, and is a thorough business kens of the sorrow, disappoint meats, wretch- j
man. He is assisted by his “right bower,” Mr. j edness and the frequent hypochondria which
Weatherbe, another thorough and accomplished were the curse and burden of Poe s existence.
serve the censure”they
so liberally mete out to others. Poe’s “neg
lected grave ” was the stereotyped expression
of these modern Jeremiahs.
“Nor were they content to indulge in lamen
tations. Not unfrequently, our good city was
berated because of its alleged (!!) want of appre
ciation of the memory of one whose ashes they
intimated, had he been an Englishman, instead
of filling an unmarked grave in an obscure
cemetery, would have had accorded to them a
place in that grand old Abbey which England
has appropriated as a mausoleum for her distin
guished dead.”
The wonderful logic of these passages is
equalled only by their delicate taste and sweet,
amiable temper. It will be remembered that
the gentleman makes no distinction and deals
in no qualification. He groups, en masse, all
the luckless correspondents who dared refer,
through the columns of newspapers, to “Poe's
neglected grave,” and vents upon them his
timely and reasonable spleen. Indeed, his ex
hibition of nettled amor propre, whether patri
otic or personal, is almost laughable in its rather
silly naivete.
Now, it is possible that some of the corres
pondents mentioned, may have expressed them
selves improperly; but this sagacious Professor
unhesitatingly—or at least by direct inference—
condemns them all ! We conclude, therefore,
that the Professor is an old, a very old-fashioned
conservative. Quieta non movere is his motto !
Agitate not things that be at rest! Not even the
bones and ashes of our distinguished dead, who
may have been buried like dogs, in some obs
cure corner of the land and left unmarked for
generations !
Let them decay in peace; and the memory of
the great poet, or scientist, or statesman, what
ever he might have been, decay and perish ut
terly along with his mortal remains.
As for men of literary genius, we of the South,
are so rich in them and their works, what does
it matter whether we revile them living and neg
lect them dead?
Of the “poetic tributes,” in this “ memorial
volume,” the “sonnet” by Stephane Mallarme,
is a queer specimen of the latest French school,
“ bursting,” as one of his critics has remarked,
“with wondrous meanings.”
The other sonnet however, by Edgar Fawcet,
will be more generally appreciated by our
readers.
EDGAR A. POE.
“ He loved all shadowy spots, all seasons drear;
All ways of darkness lured his ghastly whim;
Strange fellowship he held with goblins grim,
At whose demoniac eyes he felt no fear.
“On midnight, through dense branches he would peer,
To watch the pale gould feed by tombstones dim;
The appalling forms of phantoms walked with him;
And murder breathed its red guilt in his ear.
“By desolate paths of dream where Fancy’s owl
Sent long, lugubrious hoots through sombre air,
Amid thought’s gloomiest caves he went to prawl,
And met delirium in her awful lair;
And mingled with cold shapes that writhe or scow),
Serpents of horror, black bats of despair!’’
We must not conclude our notice of this work
ire tne curse auu ouruen oi roe s existence. w ithout alluding to its flue typography; it is
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complete team, and will work up a volume of this
city which will contain all the information that
any one could possibly ask about the place.
Let every citizen subscribe for the book without
hesitation. This is to be a permanent institution.
Mr, Sholes will issue an annual directory of the
, gaDza called “Nosology. )
city, and it will be so complete that the world can of the literary contents of the book, Mr.
form a correct opinion of the place by simply Ingram’s biography, though greatly abbrevia-
consulting these annual volumes. He is regarded * ecb bound delightful reading. Its clear,
„ , , , .. ... , . . logical arrangement of details and eloquence of
as one of the veiy best directory publishers in all style i ndicftte the practical literary workman.
the South. More noteworthv still is the conclusive manner
terprise of ihe Baltimore publishers, Turnbull A
Pact, H. Hayne.
sion of lips and chin—as plainly, indeed, as
the constitutional melancholy shown in the i Brothers
long, slightly disproportioned nose. (Don’t ; J '~' f
laugh, readers . The human nose is a vastly *\mong the persons present on this occasion was Pro-
more expressive organ than seems commonly fessor Joseph Clarke, the Hibernian schoolmaster men-
imagined. Poe himself recognized this signi- tioned by Col. Preston, at whose establishment in Rich-
eant fact, on its humorous side, in his extrava- “ 0D ^ p ?? fl , r8t become intimate with - the humani-
— ’ ties. If still alive, the old “ Trinity College ’ hero
must be closely verging upon his 00th year.
It is not what people eat, but what they digest,
that makes them strong. It is not what they
gain, but what they save, that makes them rich
It is not what they read, but what they remem
her, that makes them learned.
edge cut off