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LETTER FROM VIRGINIA. Maltoo»e—Tlie Course of True Lore roughened by Relntivei—Tourna ment at Powhatan Court House — Exciting Voting Content at Amelia Court House— Judge Farrar (Johnny Rehj Commence ment*. Getting off at Maltoose, I stopped at Mr. Ulysses Teletnachus Jones, brother to the cele brated Doctor Tiberius Gracchus Jones, now in Nashville, Tennessee. “Where on earth did they find such names?' once exclaimed a lady friend of mine, whose reading was confined strictly to the Bible and cookery book. The negroes around here call Mr. Jones “ Mass Useless.” A great misnomer, for there never was a more useful man: “the friend of man—to vice alone a foe— even his failings lean to virtue’s side.” While in the neighborhood I heard the parti culars of the attempted runaway love match. The parties, of course, must be nameless, but the young lady, like “gentle Anne Page,” had three lovers; fortunate girl for these times! One lover was warmly recommended by her father, another by her grandmother, and a third by that mighty wizard “ That rules the heart of man at will; From ill to good, from good to ill; In cot and castle tower.” And so, though others planned, the young lady chose for herself. But as the course of true love is a rough and dangerous current, these young lovers were shipwrecked by the grand mother's Argus eyes, in the last moment, seated in the buggy, when one crack of the whip would have started them off. Too bad, wasn't it ? The young man was inconsolable; the young lady bore it better. Probably she is biding her time. These was a grand tournament at Powhatan Court house, strictly among the F. Fs., of Virginia, And fair ladies saw with merry eye The flower of chivalry march by. Bobert G. Southall, of Amelia county, deli vered the charge to the knights. Mr. Southall was a graduate last year, at the University of Virginia, and is said to be a young man of rare talent. His speech upon the occasion was beau tiful and appropriate, and was received with rounds of applause. Miss Fannie Harvie, of Powhatan county, was crowned Queen of Love and Beauty. Her father, Doctor Harvie, is a man of great wealth, owning so much of Kichmond that a large portion of that city is called “Harvie Town.” Taking the train we soon found ourselves at the pretty little village of Amelia Court House, and found the gentlemen there generally much excited over an election; an election which seem ed to me—with my non voting powers—to be a very small matter. But such was the interest prevailing, I did not dare to hint my opinion. Judge Farrar, better known to the public as “ Johnnie Reb,” presides as judge in Amelia county. The superintendent of the public schools was lately dead, and another had to be appointed in his place. The supervisors of the county had thepowerto do this, and recommend to the judge, and the judge has to sanction their choice The supervisors are led by Drs. Cheatham and Southall, two old and gray followers of i£s- culapius, and both grown so skillful in their art, that Death is no doubt grumbling greatly that “ Six thousand years are nearly fled, Since I was to the hutching bred; And many a scheme in vain's been laid To stay or hceat me. Till Cheatham and Southall’s ta’en up the trade. And faith! they’ll beat me.” These gentlemen, not content with their sup eriority over this great foe, are politicians also. They are the leaders of the supervisors in Amelia county, and keep a watchful eye upon the judge. Parson Barnes, a most excellent man and of high war repute, wanted the office of Superintendent of the Public Schools, and to secure it got up a petition signed by three hun dred people; and this he presented to the judge. The judge favored Mr. Barnes’ claim, and pro ceeded to appoint him, disregardful of the watch ful law present, in the body of the Supervisors. Mr. Gregory, of Petersburg, spoke long and fluently, recommending Mr. Barnes; and Judge Farrar spoke also, both reminding the people of Mr. Barnes’ claims upon them as a soldier. Mr. Wood, the commonwealth attorney, then rose, saying Mr. Barnes’ appointment was ille gal, end bespoke in defence of the majesty of the law, majesty superior even to the high claims of friendship and gratitude. He eulogized Par son Barnes, or rather spoke truly of him. As a minister, he said “he reverenced him; as a soldier and Captain in the army, he admired him. and as a man, he honored him. For four ] years he had served in the field, and never for i one single moment during that time of trial, had j he lost a single attribute of his noble character, but most beautifully blended the Christian, the j patriot and the man together. “ Virginia honors Captain Barnes, I honor j him now—but his appointment to the present office is illegal. In the war, that period of honor and of woe, other bright careers arose also. Marked on the roll of blood we find many names dear to fame and Virginia’s memory. No two men had perhaps more keenly felt war’s fierce delights than Judge Farrar and Mr. W. ! F. C. Gregory. True their peculiar forte had not been to fight like Captain Barnes; but j being gifted with a great flow of eloquence, j their forte had a wider scope and perhaps was j more beneficial. They had mustered up comp- : any after company for the field, and marched \ them to the depots. There ‘on, on,’ was their I fierce exclaim; ‘confront the battery’s jaws of { flame; push on to the levelled guns.’ And so i they led the bravest and the best out, time and j again, to dare a fate that they themselves shunn- j ed to share, and then hastened home to look up others for a similar fate.” But I can give no more of Mr. Wood’s speech, though it was so much talked about. Suffice it to say the war of words ended in the old body of Supervisors resigning, declaring they would j no longer serve under a judge, himself the first . to forget the law. A new body of Supervisors 1 was started, called the Judge’s party, headed by I William Norfleet. Then—with man’s characte ristic constancy and consistancy—the old body of Supervisors, led on by Cheatham and South- all, determined to run for the same office again, j The day of the election came on, and every man in Amelia county turned out to the polls. There was immense hurrahing for “Cheatham and Southall.” It's always unsafe to hurrah with the smallest crowd, so there was no hurrah ing done for the other side at all. Over the court green far and near could be heard Cheatham's voice, exclaiming “ It was the great est triumph of his life.” As the dusk of the evening drew on and the curfew should have tolled the knell of parting day, the Judge’s party, roughly d-efeated and demoralized, retreated and close! their doors. Mr. Norfleet, it is said, has not issued since, except late at night and very early in the morning. Cheatham and Southall remained together for several days alter their victory, Cheatham still declaring “it was the greatest triumph of his life.” Judge Farrar is a man of inimitable wit and humor, and has made quite a fortune with his | “Johnnie Reb ” lectures. But I am by those lectures, like old Billy Wright, an unlettered but highly intelligent country man of ours. The first time he heard “Johnnie Keb" portray so comically and ludicrously the dying Confe deracy—the starving, poor, ruined, fallen coun try—the broken down aristocracy, learning to cook and plough, he exclaimed: “Why, the man mocks at his own calamity.” “Johnnie Reb is truly a wonderful man—a combination of wit and humor, and pathos. He can, when it is necessary, weep so abundantly, j that one is really tempted to ask him how he j does it. His manner in telling a story is so | good, his acting so perfect, that they can neither ! be borrowed or imitated. A German once in speaking of him to me said: | “Dat man did make me larf; I did fall down ! on the floor and larf. I tell my friend what dat : man did say, and my friend he no larf.” [ Shakespeare says: “The prosperity of a jest j lies in the ear of him that hears it, and not in the tongue of him that utters it.” The German's comment upon Johnnie Keb shows how largely he calls the eye in also, to assist in the success (which is always great? of his jokes. He is so I gifted in music, he might have stood before Saul in his darkest moods. Johnnie Reb has been several times a widower, and at those weeping times most faultlessly attired, with his dark, melancholy eye fixed upon the lady of his next choice; he plays on the gnitar, and sings in a truly magnificent voice “Lady, twine no Wreath for me, save of the mournful Cypress Tree;” that lady succumbs at once and twines a bridal wreath. But the noblest trait of Johnnie Reb is his great liberality. He gives generously to the poor; in Biblical language he never says to his neighbor: “Go and come again, and to-morrow I will give,” when he has it by him. He will even give his children away, if his neighbors are childless and without. Bat enough of Amelia. We took the train for Farmville, and being delayed several hours at Burkeville, waiting for the connecting train, we were most delightfully entertained by Col. Alpheus Bolling, editor of the South Side Sentinel. Burkeville is destined to be one of the largest cities of the state. Houses are just going up there, as if Aladdin was about with his wonderful lamp. Taking the train for Farmville, we reached Rice depot, and then crossed the Appomattox river on the High Bridge, one of the lions of Virginia, almost as high as the tower of Babel, and a mile (a fearful mile) long. If the cars were to vary, or the slightest obstruction were on the track, ruin and death would be inevitable. As the cars neared the bridge they slackened speed, and cautiously dragged their length over it, while the passengers stopped conversing, and looked out in the almost illimitable space brought to view, and I thought fearfully of the Great Beyond we seemed so near elevated even, might hurt us there. Appomattox is a name famous in the history of Virginia. The queen of Appomattox brought Smith when he was about to be doomed to death by Powhatan, water to wash his hands. The flag of the Lost Cause was furled at Appo mattox Court House; and this great bridge across this little river grandly commemorates the name. We reached the happy valley of Farmville about four o’clock in the evening, and were glad to be at home and among friends again. We found everything here in a happy state of excitement. Reverend President Whitehead’s female college was about to close for the summer holidays. There were many young ladies to graduate and receive their diplomas. Their mammas were duly bxsy in preparing costumes for the occasion. Spotless white with white silk bodices were to be the order of the night. And the young ladies looked beautiful and were all happy—happier, poor young things, than they perhaps will ever be again. The Sunday before, the Baccalaureate sermon was preached by the Rev. Dr. Thomas, a Bap tist minister, and son of Mr. Thomas, of Rich mond, said to be the wealthiest man in Rich mond. Never in my life did I listen to such a flow of eloquence as fell from tho lips of Dr. Thomas upon that occasion. His text was: “But Paul preached to the devout women there as sembled.” I am sure, in long after years, those graduates will bear in some still corner of the mind’s cherished store-room Dr. Thomas' words on that day. When the grand closing services commenced, a noble band of music from Lynch burg was present, and most delightfully played away. The graduating class presente l|Dr. Whitehead, their preceptor, with an elegant gold-headed cane. Mr. St. Andrew, editor of the Farmville Mer cury, facetiously reported “An Able Man Caned.” In quick succession, drew on the commence ment exercises at Hampden Sidney College. Mr. Wherry delivering the Baccalaureate sermon. These over, a band of music from Richmond re paired to the scene, sweeping gloom and silence and science before it. And the classic shades and halls of the old H. S. College became “ Mount Cithera; and Venus, queen and god dess, filled the throne, sharing her kingdom with her darling son.” The many belles and beaux of Farmville were present. Conspicuous among the belles was one wondrously fair, the lovely Miss Lizzie N . . .. | of Farmville. Her ancestors graced the Royal court of Sir William Berkeley, when held at old Jamestown—her family dating back with the history of Virginia, to tbe exiled cavaliers of Charles the second. The mother of States, as she gave in the beginning territory to other states, has also given many of her grand names, descendents of those same cavaliers, to other states. Prince Edward county (she has so many good names) has done so much of this that it was once facetiously remarked “Prince Edward was a great place for great men to emi grate from.” Mbs. Lucy Henry Wood. A Southerner's Opinion of Mrs. Hayes. I found Mrs. Hayes quite alone on the prom enade deck, so I introduced myself to her. She is a superior woman. V here Mrs. Hayes is known I’ll wager she carries a strong influence for good. She is a more refined woman than I had expected to find, and a handsome woman too. While I was talking to her Mr. Hayes came ; along remarking “Well I thought I d lost my wife.” Mrs. Hayes talks as if she had a bnrden to carry too. My impression is that Mrs. Hayes i has and is going to have a powerful influence in the administratiqn. I found her up this morning on the boat bright and early. It was a pleasure to me to be of some little service to her in pointing out the localities on the Sound and East river as we came along. The young Hayes were on board and it was quite evident from their conversation that they never saw salt water before. Force or Habit.—Sir George Staunton visitel a man in India who had committed murder, and in order not only to save his life, but what was of ! much more consequence, his caste, he submitted to the penalty imposed: this was that he should sleep • for seven years on a bedstead without a mattress, the whole surface of which was studded with points of iron, resembling mils but not so sharp as to penetrate the flesh - Sir George suv him in the j fifth year of his probation, and his skin was then like the hide of a rhinocerous, but more callous: at that time however, he could sleep comfjrtabh on his “ bed of thorns” and remarkel that at the expiration of his sentence he should most probably continue that system from choice which he had been obliged to adopt from neerssity. Eve and the Tree of Knowl edge. — BY B. M. O. j Some of tbe advocates of “Woman’s Rights” ■ of the masculine gender, and not a few of the I “Woman Righters,” hold and argue that if the All-wise Creator instructed and explained to old i mother Eve the command He had given to old father Adam, the Serpent would never have persuaded her to touch the fruit. That as she had received her instructions through Adam, the Serpent beguiled her by convincing her that she did not exactly understand the meaning her j hasband intended to convey; andfurther, that : Adam did not understand his Creator. And fur ther still, that God was jealous of those he had made, and wished to keep them in ignorance of the knowledge of good and evil. He positively and pointedly denied the truth of Adam’s asser tion that they would die, and even dared to im- | peach the word of God himself. It was the Serpent's bold and daring effrontery his supreme impudence and unblushing asser tions, which won upon our old mother’s ear. Did she, she thought, really understand her husband? Did he really understand the instruc tions given him by God? Might he not be mis taken as to the meaning of the word “die,” and as the Serpent says, mean a knowledge of good and evil? So thought and argued mother Eve, as tradition hands it down to us. The Serpent accomplished his end by sowing doubts in the mind of the “good old lady.’ Doubts lead to reflection, and reflection to reason, and reason to argument, and argument to con viction - Eve was convinced, and conviction led to action. She was no match in an argument with the Devil in disguise, and few people are, and hence, she came out second best. Her error, as she afterwards admitted was not in going after her husband and bringing him face to faee with the one who impeached his intelligence and his word. “Had I done that, sue said, the Serpent would have excused him self with having an engagement elswhere. God knew best what relationship I should bear to my husband, and my condition is tbe represen tative one my daughters are to bear to their husbands through all time. I am called “woman” because I was taken out of man; I am called Eve, because I am the mother of all living; and I am called wife, because my life is woven into the very texture and tissue of that of my husband. I am to be dependent up*on, and not independent of him. My husband is my natural and lawful guar dian; my protector, and adviser and counsellor. Betwen us shall no third person ever be allowed to come. Nor should I ever listen to or go to another for advice, information or instruction, when he is about to answer to my call. Had God intended me to be independent both in mind and action of my husband, He would upon my creation, have taken me to tbe Tree and there giv en me his commands. But He did not. My hus band was held responsible for my acts, and when He called us from our hiding place, He called for Adam, not me. And though each and all of us received the cursedue for this sin committed, the greatest curse fell upon my husband. Not j only were we both doomed to death in time but j the ground was cursed for his sake; “in sorrow shall thou eat of it all the days of thy life.” My curse was light compared to his; and as to the Serpent, he got off comparatively easy, judging from the immense amount of damage he did me and my children through me. It would have been better in my poor opinion to have mashed his head then and there instead of sending him through the world on his belly. That 1 hate ! him, I harr cnu«?T ail'd my children through j future ages to come will have still more. Let no daughter; of mine disregard the voice or instruction of Her husband. Argue with no I man who would weaken her confidence, love or j judgement in her husband. Tell him of all ap- 5 proaches that any one would make her for in | that lies her security and safety. I argued, and the Serpent seduced me into sin; I listened, and heconvinced me; he tempted ! me and I fell, or rather plucked the fruit. It was [ good to the taste, hut terrible in its revelations, j I knew too much and that too quickly. S n like a j poisoned arrow, corrupted bo.h my body and ! soul and my children have been attainted i throng me. ” “My sphere in life, reaches not beyond my husband and children. He holds my earthly | happiness in the hollow of his hand, and my life can be made joyous and happy as he rrgards I and treats me. Love and confidence in my I husband constitute my greatest happiness; and 1 an abuse of them, would change my loving and i confiding nature into sorrow, sadness and pain. I am the honored repesentative of my daughters for all time, and what is true of me will be true of them. The Almighty decree is,that man will never change his nature, nor woman her sex; and as the vine Daturally through its tendrils clasps a stronger support, so woman through her loving, clasping and confiding nature throws out the tendrils of her love and affection, and winds them around her husband and children.” Voltaire in Love. There lived then at the Hague a Madame Dun- oyer, a clever but very singular woman, who had been unhappily married in Paris to a French nobleman and writer, named Dunoyer, and had tied to Holland with her two daughters. Origi nally a strict Protestant, she had even been im prisoned for iwo years on account of her religion. She abjured it at the time ofher marriage, but re sumed it in Holland, where she was living in des- ; titute circumstances, principally by the profits of j her pen. Her youDgest daughter, Olyrope, who [ went by the name of Mile. Pimpette, was a clever, beautiful, and coquettish girl. Yuuag Aronet | was soon caught iu her nets, and desperately in ; love. He committed all sorts of follies with a complete indifference to the remarks of the inhab itants of the Hague, and was even on the point of eloping with his beloved Olympe, at whose feet the painter Schlesinger has represented him, when the mother, who seemed to have other plans with her daughter, and did not wish to bestow her on “a page like Voltaire,” put an end to the affair. She complained to the Marquis de Chateauneuf, who was afraid of the writer of the “Lettres His- toriques,” and specially of the “Mercure Galant,” ! and who soou, by the strong measures he took, showed that he was les3 indulgent thin his broth er the Abbe had been. He wrote a long letter to the father, ending. “I hope nothing more from , your son now; he is twice mad; in love and a po- j et.” Voltaire's departure was inmeliately decid ed upon. He wrote in despair to Pimpette that . all he had been able to do was to obtain a delay, but he was forbidden to leave his room. He com plains bitterly about his arrest, and urges her to leave her unnattura! mother and follow him to France. Without her portrait he caunot live, nor without her letters to assure him of her eter nal love. These seatimeutal effusions are accom panied with the prosaic recommendation to send the shoemaker with her letters, as if he came to try on a pair of boots. Xew York City has, it is said, an excess of 10,0- 00 marriageable women. “What is editorial courtesy?” asks a New Jer sey paper. Why, it is whe" an editor is caught ; stealing chickens at midnight, an! his brother ed itors kindly allude to the matter as a strange freak of a somnimb .list. Ridimron the Rail- Considering its many advantages over other modes of travel, rail-riding falls far short of per fection. Its speed is delightful to be sure, but its haste is barely tolerable. Its beginnings, lunchings, changes, all are horrid. One must leave his coveted coffee to cool for the next cus tomer; throw away his cigar half smoked; dash from his wife and baby half kissed: part from his friend with a break-neck jerk of the head for a bow, and with a ridiculous grab at thumb or wrist instead of a lingering clasp of hands whose touch thrills musically in fellow spirits. I don’t like it. And yet, forty miles an hour is inspiring, fifty, sixty electrifies one. Rare rates these, to be sure, but one may sample them occasionally be tween New York and Philadelphia; and some times between Albany and Niagara, along the Northern shores ot the Cayuga and theSenaca; and then on the lake shore, while you look Northward upon the billowy, sea-like Erie. But even the speed is not a faultless feature of rail-riding. When it is quite moderate, as along the Piedmont, one feels that he is borne away in heartless haste, from the grand vistas of the Blue Ridge. He could stay there indefin itely, and least upon the distance-softened gran- duerof Table Rock and Ca?sar’s head. And on the Pennsylvania Central—spanning the Allegbanies like a rainbow—how one would like to linger upon those weird eyrie outlooks and gaze down ward upon mountain tops and downward upon clouds that fioat above deep, darkened valleys and black abysses. But “corporations have no souls, ’ no sympathy with sentimental saunter- ers in this work-a-day, whirlaway world, and so the traveler is whirled away and if he sees more of the awful granduer of those bights and deeps he must look inward, upon the photograph that one brief glance has printed there. Speed is delightful where there is nothing else to delight, and wheD your great want is to overreach space. Surpassingly pleasant is it to leave lines of railway whose tameness tires, lines whose mag nificence of scenery enchants yet cheats, by ex citing a desire that may not be satisfied, and to glide over one like the Mobile and New Orleans. If you have grown weary with works of travel among the bustling cities oi the sea-board, or the bristling mountains of the midland, or the sea-like prairies of the west come here to rest. The graceful yachts that cleave the waters of the bays at your left do not move more smoothly than the car in which you sit in luxurious ease. The stillness causes one to wonder if the track can be of iron or if the wheels are not muffled. There is no dust—indeed the dark, damp soil looks as if it never had known thirst—no smoke pouring in at your open window, for the breath ot the gulf catches it as it leaps from the smoke stack and whisks it out of sight. And that same breath , refreshingly cool, and fragrant with the blended myrtle and oleander and magnolia, fans you into dolce far niente, in which, if you have come here very tired, yon are persuaded that “If there is an Elysium on earth, it is this.” You may close your eyes and enjoy it all. If it is night you will appreciate it all the same. Nay, sleep will not cheat you of it. But there is a banquet for eyes too. Come in the doze and keep them open. How unlike the world we live in, the regions of former travel! No busy towns, no enquiry of art, no martyred forests giving place to farms, nothing to mar the completeness and harmony of nature in this semi-tropical forest garden, save the line of road that admits you to it. It is as if hedged from the hands of men, that God may keep it for his own use, and men will praise Him when they see the peerless prodigality of His planting, and when they note the completeness of the hedge which excludes human efforts to destroy it—the water just beneath the surface of the teeming soil. There is much to be seen, yet you need not break your neck to look out lest a vision of beau ty be lost. Not that we are in a “ slow coach” either. I look forward and see a cluster of mag nolias, twenty or more, with arms interlocked, whirling in a wild waltz. I try to point them out to my companion but they sweep past too soon. Never mind we shall see as fine groups on almost every mile of the road, overtopping the oaks, riveling the pines. Real Titans of the wood are they, a fathom in the girdle and fifteen fathoms high. The palms sway and tremble in the edge of the hurricane created by the passing train. Beyond them the pines dance a round polka and the grandam live oaks shake their beautejus silver-grey tresses to the breeze and join the stately youngsters, whirling by. Sixty miles in sixty minutes (not consecutive) with the gorgeous low-land forest on your right and many a broad, clear view of the gulf on your left; with the mingled breath of forest and sea tossing your hair and filling your lungs and giv ing you a sense of multiplied life—sixty miles in sixty minutes, yetstill enongh for easy converse, smooth enongh to render writing easy pleasant, and with the panorama of luxuriant beauty so often repeated that you see and enjoy it fully, nor wish to check the bird-like speed of the train for you do not feel that you are being hurried away from the bewildering charms of this “ Clime of tropic ray, When summer clasps the hand of May And bloom and beauty reign for aye.” Recreation a Duty. But to benefit by rational recreation we must be capable of enjoying it. This is the greatest stum bling-block; the capability for it is wasted. Peo ple will laugh at you, if you tell them one must be educated for recreation. It is loss of time, they will say. Why should recreation be founded on anotner principle than labor? We have to be ed ucated for labor. But so it is, for even Govern ment cannot be made to see that tbe cost of the singing master in the people’s education will be a hundredfold compensated for by the means it will give the children of doing something better for amusement than pitch and toss, the roaring of obscene songs, and the torturing of little animals. We maintain that the education for recreation must go hand in himd with education for labor to make a good and strong member of society: and all those who preside over educational establishments, from the governing bodies of University colleges to guardians of workhouse schools, ought to lake this : subject in hand seriously, if they will not gloss over secret license by superficial observance of proprie ties, and thus allow the future of those who are under their care and are to sow the seeds of their j success in lifa, to be endangered and destroyed, j Boys and girls cannot be sufficiently taught how \ i0 use their leisure, and men and women cannot j have too many opportunities in meeting to exercise I these faculties. All those who preside over large establishments, and who draw from the labor of ot iters in some measure the means of their subsist ence and perhaps their wealth, have a duty to per- | form in giving means of recreation to those whom j they employ. The mass of young humauity thrown j annually upon large towns is excessive, and we, a church-going Christian nation, let thes young full j blooded men and women flounder loosely for pleasure among the shoals and quicksands of our j not over nice social life of pleasure, and drive them into the Scvlla and Charybdis of Anonymas, bet- { ting men, public houses, and exhibitions of a lower class. Women Doctors. The propriety of having female doctors is being scientifically discussed. Learned men are batting their brains over it, and producing voluminous pamphlets pro and con. In the meantime, pend ing the discussion, a good many of the fair sex all over the country and Europe are moviug briskly forward and in dead earnest clutching at the pains and honors and toils of the Doctor’s commission. We hear elsewhere of women Doctors, and occa sionally a really successful one pops to the surface. New York has a lady physician of such skill and popularity as to glean her fifteen or twenty thou sand dollars of yearly practice. Atlanta has had one or two suggestions of the thing, but no substantial reality as yet. The University of Zurich in Europe, admits wo men to the regular course in medicine, and gives the successful applicants the Doctor’s degree. This inauguration of equality iu that famed insti tution has started a right lively fusillade of pam phlets. Dr. Von Btschoff, a learned physiologist of Munich, blazes away at the thing. In his view women are incapable—intellectually and physically —of being physicians, and their modesty is an insufferable barrier. Dr. Hermann, of Zurich, another equally eminent physiologist, takes up the cudgels for the petticoats inclined to dosing pills and grappling with human ills. His experience has been that his female pu pils went through lectures and heard all sorts of delicate scientific immodesties, in the presence of the male students, without any loss of dignity or immoral engenderment. A careful professor and an aesthetic feeling of scientific duty, can banish any improper result. It is strenuously contended that the best way to educate doctors is by throwing open the medical colleges to both sexes, and not having separate schools of medicine. It is noticed that the women graduates in Europe rank up in their subsequent success with the men. They win position in the colleges and command practice. The writer met a Dr. Foster in Florida a year or two ago, who is the principal of a large medicinal spring institution in northern New York. Dr. Foster said that some of his best physicians were ladies whom he had taught. Well, what does it meau? What is to be the end of it? A Calculating Husband —In some eastern lands fatners consider it a great misfortune when a female child comes into the world, and don’t care much what sort of Syriac or Anatolian fel low takes her to wife when she grows to woman hood. These foolish fathers think a great deal more of an Arabian horse than ot their daughters, however beautiful and dutiful they may be. Sometimes—yes rather oftener than most good, American barbarian is found who prizes his live stock above his wffe, and would lament like Jeremite over the loss of the one, and console himself by taking another womai.when he laid away his first love under the grass. Hardened sinners and short-sighted mortals are such speci mens of humanity. Professor Langley, of Alleghany Observatory, states, as the resuit of his own investigations, that “sun-spots do exercise a direct and real influence on terrestrial climates, by decreasing the mean temperature of this planet at their maximum. This decrease is, however, so minute, that it is doubtful whether it has been directly observed or discriminated from other changes. The whole effect is represented by a change in the mean tem perature of our globe in eleven years not exceed ing three-tenths, and not less than one-twentieth, of one degree of the Centigrade thermometer.” ‘•She'll be a Madonna one of these days,” said another of the Malaprop family of a young lady who was preparing to make her debut in opera. A distinguished writer takes the position that if there is any one thing more beautiful than all other beautiful things put together, that thing is a beauti ful young lady with a sunbonnet on her head so wide and capacious that you have to get right square before her and pretty near her to see the glowing cheeks that are sure to be there, if she is at all accustomed to garden walks and work. Physically there can be nothing better for daughters, and, indeed, for many wives, than to take sole charge of a small flower garden. The Queen of the Netherlands, just dead, who, from her liberal tendencies, was styled “ la Reine Rouge, ” was one of the most accomplished and in tellectual women in Europe. A correspondent gossips that she was an excellent linguist .being able to speak with tolerable flueney almost every Euro pean language. As is well known, she was for many years separated from her royal husband. There was a meeting of the pair once a year in a vault-like apartment in the Royal Palace at Am sterdam. It lasted only a few minutes, and wis always conducted with the gravest formality. Brain Work in Paris. THE TEBBIBLE CONDITION OF JOURNALISTS AND AUTHORS. When brain work is not the noblest of all the professions, it is the vilest of all the trades. De spair, envv, hatred, destitution, vice and madness are at the end, sometimes in the middle of this contemptible career, in which popularity robs glorv, in which money is the only atm in which debauch becomes an incentive, and drunken ness a muse. Look at that miserable young fellow over there, with his contorted features, yellow cheeks, grim acing mouth and vagabond eyes. He was born to walk free and joyful behind the plow, and proudly to sow the seed of the next harvest. In the evening, at the farmer’s fireplace, he would have eaten the bread he had earned during the dav. Every step, every movement of bis would have vivified something. And now look at him in this vast city, pressing day and night his poor head between his two bands to squeeze ont of it its tales and adventures for a hungry crowd, who devour him to-day, and take to somebody else to-morrow, if nothing more can be got out of him. For a more or less extended period of time he will make Henriettas marry Arthurs, will make husbands catch lovers, will poison some of them, f and send others to the guillotne, keeping, o course, the sensational interest duly alive til 1 the end of the chapter or the feuilleton. He I will sell everything in succession; love, jealousy, tears, history, scandal, slang, satire, morals, laudations, insults, politics, sentiment, obsceni ty, religion—in a word, everything out of which manuscript can be made, at from two to five cents a line, according to tbe momentary taste of the public, or the tendencies of this or that journal. When he shall have eaten up his own contents he will live upon the contents of others. He will patch up old comedies and novels; warm up the arras of past centuries. He will swallow whole libaries and second-hand book-shops. He wants ideas, anecdotes, witty Bayings, pleas ure, money and notoriety. No time to be lost now! He must get celebritj ; he must get money. The journal goes to press, the theatre cannot wait and there is no time left to get up anything. What does it matter? Two or three men of us will put ourselves together and spend nights at work. And the bodily force, where is it to come from? We will take strong black coffee. And the inspiration? We take absinthe. Go on, human brains! Throw out sentences, lines, pages and volumes! Swell yourself like a sponge and squeeze yourself like a lemon, till lunacy and paralysis take possession of you, till besottedness strikes you. and death comes to finish the whole. H6TINCT PRINT