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(For The Sunny South.)
Notes by the Wayside.
BY REV. W. P. HARRISON, D.D.
j through a summary process of knife and hot i the devotees of Mammon, and I propose in my preacher is to be ranked with the last clown
1 baths, and before he has time to recover from j final letter from this place, to glance at the pres- ! that traveled with a circus company! I fear
his astonishment, the several sections of his ent state of men and things, as they impress one that the pulpit of the North has lost its hold
corpus are stored away in their respective quar- who has only a few days to observe and make both upon the brain and the heart of society,
ters for shipment to the bacon-eaters of the inquiry. There is nothing difiicultor recondite I and if this be true, there are fearful judgments
in the state of society here. Its faults lie on the
NUMBER V.
Biver Navigation in Chlcago-The Water
Work*—Oraln Elevators — Stock-Yard*—
Cruelty to Dumb Animal* — Public
Building* — Catholic Cathedral —
A Lemon for Protectant*—Dolly
Varden Church—Reflection*
Promt* ed.
surface, and there is no special effort to conceal
them. Yet, there is a certain amount of sensi
tiveness about the people of Chicago which re
minds the Southerner of his own weaknesses.
If this people had passed through the flames as
we have, doubtless the mention of a criticism
would be enough to provoke retaliation.
Chicago, May 1, 1877.
impending.
This desperate spirit of making money at
every hazard, by every sort of game, tends neces
sarily to dwarf the mind, and often to destroy
the reason. Men are incapable of becoming in
terested in any subject that does not directly
have to do with “ business.” The hard-worked
man, who goes through the excitements of a
I have mentioned the fact that Chicago is di
vided into three great sections—North, West
??. kouth. On the east side is Lake Michigan,
•—is division is caused by the Chicago river,
which has two branches, north and south, the
former entering the city at the northwest angle,
and the latter at the southwest angle. The two
branches unite about one mile and a half from
the lake, and thus form the three geographical
divisions of the city. The commerce of the
lake transported in schooners, sloops, brigs
and many three-masted vessels, besides steam
ers of many grades—is thus enabled to enter the
heart of the city, and find abundant dock room.
On arriving at the city a vessel is taken in charge
by a steam tug, and towed up the river. At
every street crossing the stream there is a draw-
bridge, turning upon its center by men working
a capstan, and every ten or fifteen minutes a
bell is rung, giving warning to passengers that
the bridge is about to open. The street cars,
express wagons, vehicles of every description,
f°ot passengers by the hundreds become
stationary at the two sides of the stream, whilst
a little steam tug pulls a vessel through the
opening. As soon as the vessel passes, the
bridge swings back again to its place, and the
crowds rush over the thoroughfare. It is re
markable that so few serious accidents occur at
these bridges. People leap upon the drawbridge
before it has reached its pbsition, and an unruly
horse or a thoughtless passenger might be pre
cipitated into the river in a moment without
the possibility of rescue. And yet, I am in
formed that these accidents seldom occur. I
have noticed no such record of casualties as the
great city of New York continually affords, al
though Chicago claims half the population of
the metropolis.
The Chicago Waterworks fairly represent the
enterprise of this people. The low, swampy
soil of the city could not afford water for any
purpose, and hence the lake became the source
of supply. But the lake’s waters are necessarily
muddy and impure, especially upon the margin.
To remedy this defect, it was required to bring
the water from some distance toward the center
of the lake. The method devised was boring a
tunnel under the bottom of the lake to the ex
tent of two miles. There a “crib” is located,
and the clear water flows through an aqueduct
which is connected with the main building and
stand-pipe of the water works. From the great
well the water is lifted by a force pump, driven
by two immense engines, the largest of 1,200
horse power, throughout the city to any desira
ble height. There are said to be 425 miles of
water pipe, and the supply of water is estimated
at 150,000,000 gallons daily. The cost of the
whole works is about $8,000,000. To the taste
and sight the water is pure and sweet, and that
it is promotive of good health seems to be at
tested by the absence of disease traceable to im
pute water. Not having the statistics at hand,
I am not able to give a comparison of the bills
of mortality in Chicago with other large cities.
I notice that the streets are kept very clean, but
by what process this desirable end is attained, I
am not prepared to say. New York has been
published to the world by her own press as a
remarkably neglected city in regard to street
cleaning. If this be true, it might not be amiss
to send a committee of Knickerbockers out west
to learn something in this line.
A peculiar “institution” of Chicago is the
grain “elevator.” The idea of receiving and
storing grain in bulk by the quickest, easiest
and cheapest method, would occur to business
men anywhere. The thing is managed here
after this fashion : A car load of corn arrives in
a box car made for the purpose. The car is run
inside the elevator building. A large engine
supplies nearly or quite all the power needed.
The grain is dumped by a simple process into a
large hopper on the side of the track. Two
men, with shovels as large as a wheelbarrow,
place the points under the corn, whilst the steam
power draws the two shovels together towards
the opening, and thus two men in a few minutes
unload a car without much exertion—having
only to draw back the empty shovels to the pro
per place for pushing the grain forward. The
machinery works so perfectly that it adjusts it
self, the men doing no more than guide the
shovels and bring them into place. After the
grain reaches the hopper it is taken up in buck
ets, which carry it to the highest part of the
elevator into the store-house. The bucket ma
chinery is on the principle of the endless chain
pump—one set of buckets coming up full whilst
the others go down empty. When the grain is
to be shipped, a bin of a certain capacity, say
three hundred bushels, is filled by simply open
ing a run. This bin rests on the scales where
world. I ventured into one of the packing
establishments, but the odor of grease and blood
was too vivid to allow me an opportunity to in
spect anything. The “hands” say that this
odor is very healthy. I am glad of it, for they
need some compensation for the unpleas
ant business to which they have devoted them
selves. I am sure I should turn vegetarian if I
were compelled to witness a day’s doings in
these yards. Mr. Henry Bergh, the president
of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to
Animals, ought to make a tour this way. I saw
several instances, in half an hour, that would
justify, I think, legal interference to protect
the poor brutes from needless cruelty. A head
strong hog, bent upon leaving the drove, gave
leg-bail to his driver, and when overtaken, sul
lenly stood still whilst the cruel man struck the
beast across the snout with a club two inches _ _ __ ^ ^ ^ ^
thick with all his strength. The blow broke the ! enumerated. “They that will he rich, fall into j proposes to make on the valuation of other peo-
bono, the poor brat© struggled still to es- temptation, and a snare, and into many foolish pie’s property. And this is called—trade '
Letter from Chattanooga.
Federal Soldier* Participating in the Con
federate Services—Concert for the Ben
efit of the Memorial Association—.
Nashville and Atlanta Artists
Assisting—Brilliant
Success.
Since the excitement of the memorial exercises
our citizens have settled down to the regular rou
tine of daily life. They will ever appreciate the
gaming day at the Exchange, puzzling himself ' liberal spirit exhibited by the Federal soldiers who
with the possibilities, the probabilities, the ac- . participated in the ceremonies. This act of court-
NUMBER YL
The Love of Money Ruining the Country-
Gambling in Grain. Etc.
“The love of money is the root of all evil.”
So Paul, the Apostle, wrote eighteen hundred
years ago. He did not mean that every evil
under the sun grows out of this root, the love
tualities of “trade,” has no time to read any
thing when he goes home at night, except the
evening paper which contains the foreign mar-
esv on the part of that gallant and much respected
soldier, Major Cochran, and his men at this post,
and also the men of the 2d lutantry band, U. S. A.,
kets for the day. He reads these not becanse from Atlanta, will ever remain green in the grate-
they affect any change in the supplies of grain
he has on hand, for he does not own a bushel;
nor to fix his estimates for purchases to be made,
for he does not intend to buy an ounce; but to
ful hearts of the people of Chattanooga. The par
ticipation of United States regular soldiers, in
full military dress, in our Confederate memorial
services has contributed more towards obliter-
j of money; but he did mean all the evils he had ] guide him in some measure as to the guesses he | atin _ 0 jq prejudices and promoting fraternr.l feel-
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cape, whilst a stream of blood issued from the , anc j hurtful lusts, which drown men in destruc-
fractnred jaw. The man who did this was pro
voked doubtless by the hog’s obstinacy, and the
brute may have been his property, but he had
no right to make a public exhibition of his sav
age cruelty upon a creature which was following
the instinct of his nature. In a few minutes
afterward the hog was disabled, and was carried
off in a cart, evidently in a dying condition.
Somebody in the South will likely have a chance
to eat the flesh of this poor, teased, worried
and tortured beast, whose hams will be labeled
“sugar-cured.” The cattle were generally in
good condition, some of them very large and
very fat. There did not appear to be any great
tion and perdition.” Then he writes, that “the
love of money is the root of all this evil.” Thus
qualified, the language is as true as any axiom
in mathematics. They that will be rich, who
have made up their minds to purchase wealth
at any cost, present or to come, fall into temp
tation, and foolish and hurtful lusts, which
drown men in destruction. It is not said that
those who desire to be rich are thus inevitably
exposed, for then all men must come under the
condemnation. The desire to accumulate prop
erty is an instinct of our nature, which even a
savage state reveals. Civilization develops it in
proportion as it is in accord with the spirit of
amount of business at this time, however. The j Christianity, for wise and beneficent ends. To
its weight is registered, then the run below is j His Beauty
entire cost of these yards is over $3,000,000,
and more than 4,000,000 of stock have been re
ceived here in a single year. Of this amount,
about one half is shipped to various points East
and South.
The public buildings in Chicago are on a
scale of great magnitude—such of them as are
most intimately connected with trade. Emi
nently practical in all their plans, the people
have not devoted much attention to decoration.
The city is too young to afford specimens of
finely-finished architecture. A few private resi
dences may be appropriately styled princely in
their exterior appearance. A building stone
from Lake Superior I think equal to any I have
ever seen in the tone and symmetry of its color
and finish. But one cannot overlook the outre
appearance of a mansion faced with polished
stone, whilst the sides and rear are staring walls
of rough, unsightly bricks. The effect of the
front is attained only when you stand in the
mathematical center of the building; if you
turn to either side, and catch a view of the
planks, the contrast is painfully ludicrous. It
is a perpetual reminder of the characteristics of
too much of our society—a fair front, but un
sightly when the whole make-up comes into
view. A gaily-decorated mansion has columns
of marble and statuettes gracefully perched in
niches in the wall, standing sentinel before the
rough and uncouth side-walls which are intend
ed to be hidden when the next-door neighbor
builds his house. So we help one another to
“keep up appearances.” It is all right, doubt
less, for when land is worth two hundred dol
lars a front foot, of course space is an object,
and money would be thrown away by acting
otherwise. Yet, until the blocks thus situated
are solidified by completed buildings, much of
the effect is lost upon the spectator.
The churches are not remarkably fine—indeed, 1
I have seen none of this description. The near
est approach to a truly beautiful building is a
Catholic cathedral. As usual, the Roman Cath
olics here have consulted superior taste in arch
itecture. They understand very well that “a
thing of beauty is a joy forever,” and when they
build a church, they intend that it shall outlive
the generation that constructed it. A massive
pile of half-dressed stone, symmetrical in its
irregularity, surmounted by the emblematic
cross, stands open all the day, and every day.
Here I entered to inspect the interior: plainly
furnished, as to pews, it was decorated with
legends and pictures. I do not like to see any
human conception of the Lord Jesus on canvass
or in marble. The Divine Lord can be imaged
only on the tablet of the human heart. No more
than the Mighty One can dwell in temples made
by hands, can the face of his only begotten Son
be represented in a picture. Imagination in
the devout soul may help the painter or the
sculptor to the production of good and holy
| emotions, but after all, the reason cannot be
! shut out. Its voice will be heard. This face of
Jesus is simply that of a mild, benevolent, effem-
l inate young man; only this, and nothing more.
It is not the face which Faith pictures from the
records of the New Testament. It is not the
face whose light and glory have irradiated the
new-born soul and filled it with the peace that
passeth understanding. It may be a fine pic
ture on the altar—it may be equal to anything
chiseled by Praxiteles, this statue in the niche,
but it is not the Lord Jesus. His words were
notes of music such as never man spake—his
face no man bad seen before in outline, no man
shall see again in perfect complement, until we
stand beside the Throne and see the King in
extinguish this desire for wealth, is to annihil
ate the noblest sentiment of our social nature—
to preclude the possibility of human progress.
When wealth is desired, not for its own sake,
but for the power which it bestows: the power
to do and to get good; to be useful to the world
in which we live, then there is no love of money
in the heart. The mere love of money is as de
basing to the soul as idolatry itself. There is
no appreciation of the power inherent in money:
the power to benefit mankind, but the base, de
grading love of money for its own sake; because
it is money; becanse it will buy fine houses and
costly equipages and pleasures of palate, min
istering to the lust of the eye, of the flesh, and
to the pride of life.
This great city of Chicago is a fine example of
the Apostle’s doctrine. There is a great deal of
the genuine love of money here. Men come to
buy, to sell, to barter, to make money, and to
make it soon. The quickest way is the best way.
Any instrumentality is lawful, any means is
sanctified, if it be suecessfal. Get money, hon
estly, if you can; hut, by all means, get money,
j Every energy of man is laid under contribution
for this purpose. Ingenious inventions are born
! of ceaseless anxiety, of sleepless nights and care-
burdened days. Speculations which require the
I pen of the ready writer to dress them up in the
taking and pleasing forms of rhetoric, are set
on foot, and talent is snbsidized to paint the
pictures which will charm the’eyes, capture the
hearts and open the purses of the public. Every
scheme that looks like probability is argued into
certainty, and pushed into fulfilment, if pos
sible, until failure itself is made to minister to
man’s success. i.
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As well may a corporation be formed to gam
ble upon the bills of mortality in the cities of
America and Europe. A society whose purpose
is to win and lose money upon the chances of
six hundred or one thousand deaths in New
York per week, or one hundred, more or less,
per day, or three hundred per day in London,
would be as much entitled to the name of trades
men as these gamblers in the prices of other
people’s property. There are, of coarse, large
numbers of bona fide merchants, who deal in
grain, buying and selling on their own account,
or upon commission, and it seems to me that
the speculations of non-dealers are injurious to
the true interests of real merchants. Whatever
tends to create uncertainties, derange prices,
produce confusion and distrust, must assuredly
disturb and prejudice the true interests of the
trader. But the great evil at last is dissemin
ated throughout society. A restless spirit is en
gendered. Hazards are taken which in cooler
moments would be refused. The steady growth
of a reliable business is regarded as “ too slow.”
Men are old fogies if they do not buy with a few
thousand dollars a million or so of bushels of
grain. Nothing less than five thousand bushels
of corn or wheat are “ sold ” in this fictitious
“ exchange,” where florid-faced boys shout at
each other, yell, snarl, squeal, crow, grunt, howl,
hiss and shriek like demented savages in the
wilds of Montana or New Mexico.
The successful men who have howled and
gambled up to a seeming competency, are so
infatnated with the business that they hire am
bitions young gentlemen to howl and yell for
them, whilst the party who has the settlements
to make undergoes all the agonies of suspense,
or is bowled upward to the paradise of game
sters by a lucky hit. Up to-day and down to
morrow; fortunes are won and lost every day,
and bankruptcy and wealth tread on each oth
er’s heels in the same household a dozen times
a year. Such a life is productive of political,
social and moral evils too fearful to contemplate.
The tendency is seen in the growing ignorance
of the masses of the people in regard to sub
jects which intelligent citizens are expected to
understand. Whenever a few men in each de
partment of society become the gnardians of
popular intelligence, the Republic is is danger.
Public opinion is formed by the small class of
citizens who make knowledge a “profession,”
and the conscience of society is in the keeping
opened and the contents of the bin is poured
into the hold of a ship or a railroad car, as the
case may be. I saw three hundred bushels pour
ed into the hold of a vessel in seven or eight
minutes.
The elevator named “Galena” is not the
largest in Chicago, but holds 75,000 bushels,
and from this house 20,000 bushels per hour
can be poured into the vessels lying alongside
the building. There are elevators whose capac-
Bnt there they are—the Virgin and the Child;
I and there, before a railing, kneeling on the bare
I stone, is a poor heart-broken woman—a real
daughter of Eve, with a sobbing, subdued voice,
| breathing her sorrow-born vows to the Holy
j Mother. I do not sympathize with the poor
! woman’s error, but I feel for her evident earn-
! estness and grief. I know not what the penance
j is that she has suffered, nor the vow that she is
making, but I know there is One who hears the
cry of the contrite and broken hearts, and there
Exhausting enterprise, Vnen speculate upon j ol those whose interest it ib to dispose of it for
--- v-.-i-- -1- ---- personal advantage. Votes may not he sold to
the highest bidder, but the men who control the
votes are, and that amounts to nearly the same
thing. Already one may hear the “slang” of the
“Exnhanm" armlied to the workings of the
uncertainties, bet upon: efrixeea, and stake their
money upon events yet in thf unknown future.
Thus the Board of trade becomes an immense
corporation dealing in impossibilities. Men
sell that which they have not got, do not expect
to have, and do not intend to. have. Men buy
that which they know does not exist, cannot be
delivered, and will never be in existence; and
yet they promise to pay money for it. More
corn is sold in this market in a month than can
be bought in the United States in a year, if
every bushel in every town and city should be
purchased. They know that they are not buy
ing and selling corn, but {buying and selling
opinions of the price of corn. The whole thing
is a dreadfully corrupting species of gambling,
yet men of honor and church-members high in
station in the house of God, engage in it. The
poor peddler of lottery tickets is hustled to jail,
and punished by fine and imprisonment, for
selling for twenty-five cents one chance in a
hundred thousand to draw five thousand dol
lars. But the man who pays five hundred or a
thousand dollars for a seat in a stock-board, bets
with impunity upon the war in Europe, whether
it will raise the price of corn, or not, by a given
time. A. bets B. that corn will be worth fifty
cents per bushel on the first of June; B. takes
the bet, and if cor* is worth forty-nine cents,
then A. pays one cent to B. for every bushel bet
upon; if it turns out to be worth fifty-one cents,
then B. pays A. the same amount. Neither
party has a bushel of corn to sell, nor wishes to
buy one, but both are simply gambling upon
the market of demand and supply. The per
nicious influence of these “futures,” of every
kind, is so great, that men who love their coun
try, and desire to rescue society from impend
ing ruin, ought to move at once for the suppres
sion of this evil.
In no city in the Union has this gambling
mania wrought more terrible havoc than in this
Western Metropolis. The evil effects are visible
everywhere. No family is secure, no home that
may not be threatened any hour by the doom of
the bankrupt gambler. If these men formed a
corporation by themselves; if they were not con
nected by business and social ties with other and
innocent parties, we might deplore their infatu
ation, but resolve to be resigned to their ruin. I
honestly believe that, if a hundred million of
dollars were raised and deposited in a bank, to
be drawn by lottery wheels from day to day,
ity is 1,800,000 bushels. Fifteen of these in the
whole city represent, in round numbers, 15,000,- ' be angels here, perhaps, who snatch the prayers [ and the tickets were purchasable onIy,by the
000 bushels of grain, which may be stored in ! from their lodgment in the arms of a lifeless [ corporation that had deposited the money, the
this manner in Chicago. Undonbt%Jly, the less piece of marble, and bear them to the true Son ! influence of such a system would be a benevo-
friction in the handling of grain the better for : of God, whose warm heart overlooks now, as lence in comparison with the present state of
its condition; the less manual labor in tranship-j He did on earth, the errors of a darkened under- 1 things. The disturbing influence is seen in
nient, the lower the expenses must be; and all | standing, and gives blessings in answer to bewil- ! every department of life. We are fast becoming
these and more advantages are found in the j dering and staggering, sorrow-smitten penitents, j a nation of gamblers. People are not content
Exchange” applied to the workings of the
church of Christ. A good man, not himself a
“Board of Trade” man, but a thrifty mechanic,
who has fought his way by energy and merit to
moderate wealth, speaking of a former period
in which his church flourished under a favorite
pastor, “I tell you,” said he, “our church was
a big thing in those days, and we made matters
howl generally!” Fancy the impression I re
ceived from this glowing reminiscence of “auid
lang syne!”
Let a visitor at the house of one of these “suc
cessful merchants” introduce a subject of liter
ary interest, if he desires to see how speedily
his company will be reduced to silence! “Oh,
yes! Byron—ah ! he was an Englishman, was
he not? Seems to me I’ve heard our parson
quote some right good verses, which they said
he got from Byron’s books ! But it’s been a long
time since, and I don’t quite remember what
they were. By the way, you knew Parson B—,
didn’t you ? Amazing sharp man he was, I tell
you ! Read up, in all the dots about poetry and
such things. You see I’ve had no time—busi
ness man myself—too busy to read poetry, and
all that!”
He a business man ! Never owned a bushel of
corn or wheat in his life, for he made his for
tune in trading on the shances of some one else’s
grain being higher or lower at some time agreed
upon with his gaming friends. And the worst
of the matter is, these people do not know that
they are ignorant, and would be “awfully ” an
gered if one should hint that “not knowing
anything” about a thing is downright ignorance!
A gentleman, a teacher of our holy religion, said
to me: “ And you’re from Georgia ! Well, when
I was a boy, I studied geography, and I remem
ber now that I learned then that MilledgeviUe
was the capital of Georgia !” This good brother
had not kept pace with the times in such a tri
fling matter as the removal of a State capital
nine years ago, but he knew enough about the
South to censure and criticise our people with
unsparing severity upon the credit of facts pub
lished in the newspapers!
This unhappy state of things calls for reform,
and that right speedily. How the reformation
is to come, it is difficult to see. The energy
displayed by business men in Chicago is worthy
of all praise, and their works are known and
appreciated everywhere. If they will suppress
the gamblers of commerce, and give healthy
tone tc trade, restore by example as well as pre
cept the tone of knowledge, and promote its
general diffusion among their own people; if the
secular press, which now furnishes the sole
mental pabulum for the people—for the religious
press is scarcely felt at all as a factor in the
forces of society—if the secular press will take
a broad, far-sighted view of this whole subject,
ing than anything that could have happened, and
will be gratefully reciprocated on the 30th instant
by contributions of fragrant flowers and the pres
ence and assistance of Southern men and women
in decorating the graves of Union soldiers.
The musical part of the exercises was under
the special direction of Mr. G. C. Connor, who
ably managed two admirable concerts. Atlanta
should be proud of her musical talent, for she was
ably represented by the delegation of musical
artists who volunteered their services to the
“ Ladies’ Confederate Memorial Association,”
through Mr. G. C. Connor, to aid in raising funds
for the completion of the monument now being
erected in the Confederate cemetery. This grand
musical festival was the rarest treat ever tendered
the people of Chattanooga. Never was James'
Hall filled with so large and so appreciative an au
dience of citizens and visitors as on this occasion,
and all pronounced the concerts Thursday anl
Friday brilliant throughout. Among the artists
whose talents delighted us on this occasion were
names so well known in musical and social circles
as Mrs. M. B. Craig, of Nashville; Mrs. Lewis H.
Clarke, Mrs. P. H. Snook, Miss Carrie Cowles,
Mr. W. F. Clark, Mr. Kollock, of Atlanta; and
Mr. Robert H. McCrystal, late of Philadelphia,
but now of Atlanta..
On the second evening the audience was equally
as large as on the first, and the selections were
even better rendered and more satisfactory. Floral
favors of rare quality and artistic design were
showered on the singers in profusion.
The first concert opened with an overture by
Bellini, and which creditably performed by Misses
Julia and Lucie Crandall, of this city.
“ Gypsy Life,” by Schumann, was rendered by
the “Opera Club” in good style.
Mrs. L. H. Clarke, who sang the opening song,
is gifted with a sweet, clear and liquid soprano
voice, and not only sings with taste, but strikes
her notes fair and even. Mrs. Clarke’s opening
solo from “Ernani” was rendered in good, style
and was well received by the large audience in at
tendance. This highly-cultivated lady showed to
peculiar advantage in the “Cuckoo Song,” render
ing it with such ease and grace a3 to bring down
upon her a shower of bouquets and applause, to
which she modestly responded, and sung “ Within
a Mile of EJinboro Town” in a charming manner.
This lady won many admiring friends in Chatta
nooga.
Mr. W. F. Clarke’s cornet solo, “ Delecta,” by
Hi Henry, was given in capital style. This gentle
man’s “ Una Serenade,” Cnapella, on the second
night, showed more eveness of tone, and better
finish in playing, than was noticeable in the first
coneert.
Mrs. M. B. Craig executed with fine effect, “I’m
fair Titania,” from “ Mignon.” In response to a
hearty encore, she sang the pretty ballad, “ Little
Maid of Arcadee,” and late in the evening made
a grand success of Bishop’s “ Lo, hear the gentle
Lark.” At the second concert this lady rendered
Barili’s difficult “Carlotta Waltz,” and the Shadow
Song from “ Dinorah,” by Meyerbeer, both of
which selections created a furore of applause. To
the first encore she responded with the familiar
“ Robin Adair.” To the second encore she gave
the “Echo Song,” which fairly captivated her
listeners. Mrs. Craig is possessed of a sweet,
pleasing, yet not over-powerful soprano voice.
What little she may lack in power, she fully makes
up for in finished execution. She is of the Italian
school, and htr vocal execution reveals most care
ful training.
Mrs. P. H. Snook, as did the rest of the singers,
appeared to most advantage in the second concert,
and acquitted herself admirably in all her selec
tions. Her solo, “Casta Diva,” was rendered
with skill and neatness. To an encore she sang
“ Cornin’ Thro’ the Rye,” in a very captivating
manner. This lady also sang the “ Mexican
Nightingale,’’ by Giorza, and the audience insist
ed on a repetition, to which she gave them, with
universal approval, the good old air, “ Way Down
upon the Swanee River.” Mrs. Snook also sang
very beautifully with Mr. McCrystal, in the duo
“ Home to our Mountains.”
Mr. Robert McCrystal certainly catered to the
taste and pleasure of the audience with the line of
ballads he selected, and which he sang with so
much feeling and ease. His first piece was “Sweet
Genevieve,” which reached the hearts of all pres
ent, and elicited a hearty encore, when he again
appeared and gave the “Dear Little Shamrock.”
Mr. McCrystal, we learn, is a pupil of Baril, the
celebrated teacher of vocal music. He has a tenor
voice of flexible quality, well controlled. His
high notes, in particular, are ringing, full and
rich.
Mrs. P. H. Snook, Miss Carrie Cowles, Mr.
McCrystal, and Mr. Kollock, by request, sang the
quartette, “Good Night,” from Martha.
Miss Carrie Cowles played a careful accompani
ment for the Atlanta artists, and her rendition of
the alto part in “ Good Night,” showed her to be
equally as good a vocalist as she proved herself an
instrumentalist.
The “Opera Club,” all of whose members re
side in Chattanooga, deserve a great deal of credit
for the animated and correct way in which they
all played their parts in the spirited little operetta,
“ Trial by Jury.”
Rarely have we heard music so artistically ren
dered as on this occasion; and we only hope that
it will be repeated, as a means not only of giving
pleasure to many, but of developing home talent
Chicago method. It remains for the merchants j One thing—nay, two things we Protestants should j to accumulate wealth by the slow and reliable
of Atlanta to follow this good example, and learn from these, our Catholic neighbors. The j means of industry and economy. If some are
locate and build as speedily as possible a grain | House of God, in beauty, comfort, grandeur, j so inclined, others will not let them, for terrible
elevator. The structure I examined was, like i should excel all other houses—and it ought to I failures in the grain gambling-room bring hon-
many things in this wonderful city, peculiar. | be open day and night, that the wounded, weary, j est men to ruin every day. Poverty stalks in
The "house was built of planks, two inches j foot-sore penitent may seek His altars, and com- ! at night where wealth breakfasted this morning, I there is some hope that a partial restoration may
thick, ten or twelve inches wide, and laid flat mune with the Eternal with all the sacred asso- i and an atmosphere of doubt and uncertainty j be effected. At all events, the present downward
side down, presenting a singular appearance in- tions which help our faith and educate our souls j begins to cast its gloom over all mercantile ex- | tendency may be arrested, and our posterity j a nd promoting an appreciation for musical art.
side, whilst the outside was covered with slate. I into devotion. The golden flame of light which perience, and into the very highways of legiti- j may devise a better system for the preservation j g. p.
How' long such a building will last, on the water I is suspended in this cathedral before the altar is ; mate commerce. f of that fearfully complex entity we call Ameri- j +*+
side, exposed to humid air continually, only a beautiful emblem. God’s everlasting mercy, 1 Yet, not a warning voice is lifted against it. can society. The liberties of the people can They have a telephone up at old Mr. Mardigan’s,
experience can determine. How the decayed His perpetual presence in the sanctuary, should j The ministers of the Gospel can be lashed to | only be preserved by disseminating knowledge j out on Xorth Hill, and one evening last week, af-
timbers are to be removed and sound ones re- ! be as real to our inner senses as this light to the [ madness, to vituperative bitterness and reproach- j among the masses, and until we have an intelli- j ter t jj e y ^ad been amusing themselves with it in
placed, I cannot conjecture. Bnt if there is a j impressions of the external eye. j ful words, at the bare report of the imaginary gent majority in control of public affairs, noth- - - -
wav. these people will find it. \ The chnrches which have been rebuilt since murder of a negro somewhere in the wilds of ing can preserve the nation from hopeless an-
Of tij e ** Great Union Stock-yards,” the people the great fire have been built under pressure of : South Carolina, but for the scenes of social des- j archy but the inscrutable decress of a special
of Chicago are fond of boasting, and say there haste, perhaps, and are not such structures as j olation, of disintegration and decay going on
is absolutely nothing like them in the known : one might expect to see in a city boasting half a around them, they have no eyes; for the cries of
world. Strangers are invited to visit these j million population. They are too good to take : suffering public virtue, for the lamentations of
yards, and I availed myself of an opportunity J down to make way for better, and therefore may enslaved and fettered shame, they have no ears;
to do 'so. I saw about 150 acres of pens, yards be expected to represent Christianity for the for the flaunting mockeries of the Christian re-
and buildings of various kinds, covering nearly ' next half a century. The exterior of some of ligion that confront them at every turn, they
fifty acres more. The accommodation for cattle, them is more than uninviting; it is really bizarre have no words of exposure, no rebukes, no re-
ho»s etc., amount to 150,000 head. There are , and repulsive. Mr. Moody’s church, for exam- proofs ! The heart of Christianity is covered
thirty-two miles of under drainage, eight miles j pie, is decorated in the “ Dolly Varden ’ style! with a cancerous sore, feeding on the muscle
of streets and alleys; three and a half miles of j Something resembling a polished sugar-loaf hat j whose vigor must send life to the Church
water troughs- ten miles of feed troughs; 2,300 does duty as a belfry and steeple, and a curi- throughout its extremities, or, paralyzed and
pates- 1 500 open stock pens for cattle; 800 cov- ' ously-contrived corner-door, with an open iron powerlsss, the visible body of Christ must die
ered nens for ho^s and sheep. Water is sup- ■ gateway, exhibits the stairway to the main floor, of inanition; and yet, a large part of the Chris-
ereu p . . 1- — .;— j have not seen the inside of the building, and tian ministry is devoted to fitful attempts to fill
nlied bv artesian wells, through pipes running I nave not seen tne inside ot .
to all Doints in the grounds. Here, I am told, therefore cannot speak of it. gaping pews with half-crazed gamblers, enticed
unfortunate porker may be seized in a There are many other subjects of interest to ' into God’s house by some wittily-worded text or
moment by violent hands, put , the stranger in Chicago, but they all belong to ; popular sensation, in whose ’ discussion the
Providence.
Chicago, May 7, 1877.
What Crowned Heads Receive.—The in
comes of royalty are computed to be as follows:
The Czar of Russia has, in round numbers,
$25,000 a day; the Sultan, $18,000; the Empe
ror of Austria, $10,000; the Emperor of Germa
ny, $8,200; The King of Italy, $6,440; the Queen
of England, S6,270, the King of the Belgians,
$1,643; the President of the French Republic,
$500.
Therr are trees so tall in California that it
takes two men and a boy to look to the top of
them. One looks till he gets tired, and another
commences where he left off.
his parlor, it was left on with all its connections.
Young Mr. Ponsonby called to see Miss Arethusia
that evening. They had been sitting silent for
some time, and young Mr. Ponsonby had just
taken her hand and said, with a soft, tender, im
passioned intonation : “ Arethusia, each glisten
ing star that gems the lambient sky, each golden-
circled, soft-eyed houri of the—” and just then
the telephone spoke up, in the big bass voice of
old Mr. Mardigan : “ By jocks, Maria, I’m about
tired of sleeping in a night shirt ripped from the
tail to the back of the neck, that hangs on a fel
low like a pinafore. I’ve spoke about this often
enough, and if there ain’t enough women around
here to mend one night shirt, I’m going to sleep
in a coffee sack.”
Only five conclaves for the election of popes
I have been held during this century.
instinct print