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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. Little's Living Age is a Weekly issue containing 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 try, and the most valuable biographical historical. 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 !!!“?”“:" d “F“' r - u ‘T.", d 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