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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- a. J ii rm_ it ?>? I . _• 7 C 7 1 . nvanoona m nlrn n TV f li a volnotl C\ TV rtf rtfVwil* TV Ort _ . . ‘ . . . * . . . ® . 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. b, W 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