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JOIIV U. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor.
W. B. SRAI.S, - - Buiinrsa Manager.
MRS. MARI K. BRVAlf (*) Associate Editor.
ATLANTA. GA., SATURDAY. SEPT. 8, 1877.
Inherited Passions and Appetites.
In the September number of the “Sanitarian”
Dr. Stevenson continues his interesting research
into the causes of crime, and gives numerous
instances where dipsomania and brutal indul
gence of passion and appetite can be traced
back to parents and grand-parents. Morbid
tendencies, he says, are often metamorphosed
in their transmission from ancestral sources, so
that what was neuralgia in the parent is chorea
or hysteria in the offspring; or chorea and hys
teria may be transformed into epilepsy, and
this into insanity; and the insanity may in the
third generatien develop phthisis, dipsomania
or criminality; or conversely, criminality or
drunkenness may engender madness or epilep
sy; and thus, through the entire category of
nervous manifestations, testimony is added to
sustain the fact that cause and effect are as inva
riable in the intellectual and moral as in the
physical world, and that through heredity the
physical, intellectual and moral forces of the
ancestor largely determine the physical, intel
lectual and moral forces of the offspring.
A knowledge of this law illustrates the Bible
saying that “the sins of the fathers should be
visited upon the children to the third and fourth
generations.” The physiological fact that the
condition of the brain tissue determines the
character of the mind and the morals in a great
measure, and that the brain-condition is trans
mitted by heredity, opens a new view of crime,
and especially of the steps that should be taken
Mismnted—Heine’s Marriage.
A sad and forcible example of how an unequal
marriage—the union of a fine with an ignoble
nature—can coarsen and pull down the loftier
spirit is seen in the marriage of Heine, the
German poet. The tone of his published com
positions exhibited a downward tendency imme-
diaiely after his marriage. They lost the spirit
ual elevation, the buoyant imagination that had
distinguished them, and became “of the earth,
earthy.” For awhile they revelled in voluptu
ousness, but this was not the true nature of the
composer, and the passing glamour soon died
out. Then the key-note of all his literary work
was pain and bitter unrest—the unrest of a spirit
A Year of Plenty.
The Philadelphia Times says: The first year
of our second century is certainly destined to
be remembered as a year of abundance and plen
ty. Times were hard and labor got scant recom
pense, but the readjustment of population,
which the experience of the past tour years has
shown to be inevitable, has begun. Many a
lcom has been abandoned for the plow and tools
exchanged for pruning-hooks. The multitude
who have forsaken the tarm for the factory have
returned again to seek their subsistence from
mother earth. The number of persons employ
ed in agriculture has been greater this year than
ever betore. On the prairies of Minnesota, the
Railroads of the United States.
From an article in the September number of
Harper's Magazine, we gather some interesting
facts concerning the railroad history of our coun
try, which we compile for the intormation of
our readers.
The first iron railways built in the United
States, and the only ones in operation in 1827,
were the road at Quincy, Massachusetts, to
transport granite from the quarries to tide wa-
Let us have the President in Atlanta.
We are pleased to see that President Hayes is
to be in Chattanooga on the 21st inst. Let us
not fail to have him in Atlanta. He should by
all means visit this live and progressive city.
A dispatch from Washington slys:
The President, Attorney General Devens, and
Postmaster General Key leave Washington on
Thursday evening, September 6th, for Marietta.
Ohio, to attend the National Encampment ot
Volunteer Soldiers on the 7th inst., the last day
ter, and the Mauch Chunk road, to carry coal of the encampment. From Marietta the Presid
, ’ _ . . ... , . .. ent goes to his home in Iremont, Ohio, and the
from the Summit mines in 1 ennsj lvania to e me mbers of the Cabinet return immediately to
landing on the Lehigh river. Both were shoit Washington. The President remains at his
and operated by horse power. The Baltimore & home Sunday and Monday, and on Tuesday
.. leaves for Dayton, Ohio, to attend the meeting
Ohio railroad was in process ot construction at . ., , t, , -, ri °
. , * ot the Board ot Trustees of the Soldiers Home,
that felt itself in unworthy bondage, enslaved J cotton fields of Georgia, the rice plantations ot that time, but nothing was contemplated beyond | 0n Wednesday he unveils the Soldiers’ Monu-
i a horse power railroad. ment at the Home, and returns on Thursday to
The first railroad built in the United States to Fremont, to be present at the annual reunion
by a strong but ignoble will. “ I am condemned
to love the lowest of the low and the most fool
ish of the foolish ones. Can you fancy how that
must torture a proud and spiritual-minded
man ?”
So he wrote to his friend Laube; and though
as time went on he lowered somewhat to her
level, and “learned to hug the chain that bound
South Carolina and the truck patches of New
Jersey there never have been so many men at
work, striving—not to weave cloth we cannot
wear or to build the costly residences w-e cannot
occupy, but to make two blades of grass grow
where only one grew before.
And seed time and harvest have been blessed.
It has been a season exceptionably favorable to
be operated by steam, was that from Charleston
to Hamburg, in South Carolina, which was char
tered January 30th. 1828.
ot the Twenty-third Ohio V. I. (his old regiment)
on Friday the 11th. Generals Sheridan, Crook,
J. D. Cox. S. S. Carroll and others will be pres
ent. On Monday, September 17, the President
him,” he never trusted her; and though he crops not too dry ter those that require
moisture, not too wet tor the crops that thrive
only under the hottest rays of the sun. Begin
ning with the earliest vegetables and the luscious
berries, they were brought to our doors and
peddled through the streets at such prices that
none were deprived of them.
As the season ad-
taught her to read and write, he knew she had
no appreciation of his genius or his love.
His delicately organized body sympathized ■
with the dissatisfied and remorseful mind, and j
soon became a wreck. Disease seized upon his j
writhing and tortured frame; then paralysis vanced Nature became even more prodigal and
locked his limbs in its cruel death in life and there seemed no end to the dainties with which
only his brain lived on and emitted its lurid j apron was heaped. And yet there never
, . ! came a killing Iro&t, a parching drouth or a
productions the “Look ot Lazarus,’ in which summer Ireshet to check the steady supply or
the enigmas of life are scofiingly and upbraid- * hasten the fruit upon the market in too great
ingly questioned; “Thirsting for Rest,” which abundance. With prices lower than ever before,
is a fierce prayer for death, and many other
painful and morbid creations wrung from him
by the hand of necessity, and resembling cries
of pain and the blasphemous utterances of des
pair.
How different might have been his fate and
the character of his intellectual creations, had
he married a woman whose fibre of heart and
soul approximated his own in fineness! In the
attrition of natures which attends upon marri
age, it is the finer spirit that suffers—that wears
for its prevention, reaching back to marriage j day by day, if it does not break at once, or be-
and paternity, and suggesting that greater fore- come coarse by contact. What a lesson does
sight and knowledge of consequences should be Heine’s marriage teach to those who, allured by
used by those who expect to live afterwards in flesh and blood charms, or influenced by the
their offspring.
Among numerous instances of the evils en
tailed upon offspring by drunkenness are two
reported by Dr. Morel. One man who died of
chronic alcoholism left seven children, of whom
the first two died of convulsions; the third be
came insane at twenty-two, and died an idiot;
the fourth was suicidal, culminating in idiocy;
the fifth was misanthropic; the sixth, a daugh
ter, suffered from hysteria with intermittent in
sanity; while the seventh had good in.elligence,
but was nervous, having gloomy forebodings as
to his mental future.
Dr. Morel also states that an examination made
by himseir into tne mental condition or one
hundred and fifty children of the Commune,
from ten to seventeen years of age, taken from
behind the barracks with arms in their hands,
revealed the sad fact that alcoholic drinks had,
through inheritance, stamped upon them phys
ical, intellectual and moral degeneracy.
Dr. Stevenson inA'okes our pity for the inebri
ate by repeating what has already been said,
that drunkenness is oftenest involuntary—a
paralysis of will; that the appetite for stimu
lants is a state of suffering depending upon dis
ease, as is colic or pleurisy, and the craving and
demand for relief are beyond the power of the
will. Among many illustrations of this, is
one furnished by Professor Mussey, of Cincin
nati, where “a drunkard who was placed in an
almshouse and denied all alcoholic drinks in
spite of his numerous devices to procure it, at
last deliberately put his hand on a block and
with an axe struck it off, and with the bleeding,
mutilated arm uplifted, ran to the house crying
for rum because his hand was off. It was
brought, and he first plunged the bleeding
member into the bowl, and then, drinking down
the contents, exclaimed, “I am satisfied.”
To the question, “Why is one man a crimi
nal ?" Dr. Stevenson answers :
“For the same reason that another is a
moralist, or an honest, law-abiding citizen.
Either an inherited organization having mor
bid antecedents gives the bias to develop
ment and action, or a constitution, originally
well endowed, is so modified by morbid influ-
magnetism of a strong, coarse will, would give
themselves up to a life-long bondage, sure to be
found galling and degrading when the brief
fascination is over.
Flirt on.
Somebody in the Home Journal agrees with
Shakspeare that “ men have died and worms
j have eaten them, but not for love”—and ends by
; giving the girls carte blanche in the matter of
flirting—declaring that it will do no harm to the
young Romeos—only shake a little of the super
fluous self-love out of them. Men are vainer
than women; says our paragraphist, there
aro f«w of thpm in flood wbo are not pnflfod ap
by the idea that some woman is dead in love
with him. The lady for the moment affords
them this gratification of self-love. She makes
herself as agreeable as she can; if hi3 vanity
makes him fancy her a victim to his charms, it
is his fault, not hers. The illusion has raised
him to the seventh heaven for a brief period,
and he is the gainer.
Dr. Bernard, in one of his novels, describes
an old sea-captain, who lived for many years su
premely happy because he thought a girl had
died of a broken heart of his declining to marry
her. One day he meets the girl alive. She did
not die, she only married a grocer and was fat
and happy. But the sea-captain’s prime source
of happiness and self-love was poisoned by the
discovery. He was in despair.
Flirt on, then girls, says the writer don’t imag
ine the amusement will hurt anybody. It may
wound the amour-propre-, quite likely—the only
kind of amour that men have much of nowadays
and if it gives that a wrench—why all the better. ”
Atlanta Artists.
Mr. Albert Guerry, the eminent artist, has
set up his studio in the Centennial Building,
on Whitehall street, and is now engaged in
painting the portrait of Gen. Robert Toombs
and of Dr. Johnson, of this city. Mr. Guerry
brings to Gov. Colquitt and others testimonials
from Philadelphia, from Virginia and from his
native State of North Carolina, bearing witness
alienation 0 rendel p0Ssible 8ubse< l uent moral j to his high qualities as an artist. The reputa-
Criminals are such, either because they inherit tion of his well-known portrait of Gen. Lee, ex-
a brain structure potentially incapable of genera- hibited at the Centennial, and pronounced a
ing moral faculties, or, through the influence of superb work of art, his recently painted por-
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to guide and control the lower propensities of have a l s0 preceded him and induced our citi-
man’s nature. 1 zens to welcome him as a shining addition to
In either case, however, criminals are, general- 0 jj r small circle of artists,
ly speaking, diseased elements or members of i _ . . . . ,, . . ,
the body politic, which are born of it, belong to Fairbanks, who recently painted the
I portrait of the late Col. Thompson, of Savannah,
I has received an order from Mrs. Thompson for
her own portrait, npon which he is now at work.
it and are of necessity correlated with it in every
stage of human evolution ; positively diseased in
that, as a class, they bear evidence of bodily in
firmity, neurotic diseases largely predomina
ting, either in the milder types, or as epilepsy,
inebriety and insanity; these, together with
scrofulous and tuberculous development, deter
mine with certainty the fact of bodily and ner
vous degeneration.
Negatively, this position is strengthened by
the fact that, being perfectly conscious of pun
ishment received foj past offences, as well as a
certain assurance that retributive justice will be
executed for every offence in the future, yet they
close their eyes to all results, and apparently
without dread of the coming day of wrath, rush
wildly, heedlessly, remorselessly into the seeth
ing vortex of criminality, and pause not till the
strong arm of the law interposes for the protec
tion of human society. They will reason about
the crimes perpetrated, but do not comprehend
the moral wrong committed.”
He is a very industrious and careful artist.
Horace Bradley—the promising boy artist who
surprised his teacher, Prof. Slaten, at his exam
ination this summer with an accurately painted
portrait of him (the Professor), is “improving
the shining hours ” by diligently studying his
professsion. We are glad to learn that several
public spirited gentlemen of this city are inter
esting themselves in young Bradley's behalf,
and hope to assist him in obtaining better facili
ties for study and improvement.
A Beautiful Thought.
When the summer of youth is slowly wasting
away on the nightfall of age, and the shadow of
the path becomes deeper, and life wears to its
close, it is pleasant to look through the vista of
time upon the sorrows and felicities of our ear
lier years. If we have had a home of shelter
and hearts to rejoice with cs, and friends have
been gathered around our fireside, the rough
For a club of six, all sent at one time places of wayfaring will have been worn and
. . , smoothed away in the twilight of life, and many
with the money, an extra copy Will be dark spots we have passed through will grow
Club Bates.
Two or more subscriptions one year iier years,
for §2 50 each.
the harvest was so great that gardeners reaped a
profit such as few seasons have yielded them.
Now come along the first cotton bales of the new
crop, and the new grain is fairly started in its
great procession from Chicago to Constantino
ple. The acreage of the cotton crop is greater
than ever before, and only in one or two of the
most exceptional seasons has its promise been
more brilliant. As for wheat and grain we can
indeed feed the whole world. The four great
wheat states promise us fifty-six million bushels
more than last yeap and live others add forty
million more to rae increase over last year.
Corn, too, is growing in the greatest plenty.
There is not a prominent staple that does not
show gains not .relatively as great perhaps but
still enough to show that they will be abundant
enough.
The country is at fault if it fails to recognize
in these enormous harvests the motive power
which must set all the wheels of industry in mo
tion. It will not restore the flush times after
the war; it will not give bread to the idle, nor
clothes to the spendthrift; it will not give us
gold to squander, or riches to fling away, but it
will give a living to all who are willing to work.
In the first place it will bring down the price of
living taster than the price of labor; it will re
duce the cost of bread and clothes so that the
lowest wages will suffice to pay for them. Then
it will give us the surplus which we need to send
abroad and keep our product of gold at home.
We already furnish an important factor to the
meat markets of Great Britian; with our corn
and our wheat we can supply the enormous sur
plus they must purchase cheaper than they can
buy elsewhere. Nor can they repay us with
their manuf»e»r*4W njJIV.h our coal now cbtmp-
er than ever, cotton and wool at the lowest
prices and food tor tne workingman so abundant,
we can lay down the products of our looms at
the doors of the English mills at prices so low
that competition will be in vain. They must
send us gold; in 1875-6 we sent across the ocean
forty millions of gold; in 1876-77 we sent them
none. With all this cotton and grain which
they must have, who will fix the limit to the
gold they must send us in 1877-8? And the
more gold the better the greenback; the cheaper
the gold the more valuable the legal tenders.
Then, too, our shipping will find work, and as
the demand for tonage increases our ship-yards
must work harder, for nowhere can better ships
be bought cheaper than on the Deleware.
The prospect is certainly fair, but we must
not forget the lesson we have been conning for
four years. Economy and frugality must still
be the watchword. The debts of the last decade
are still weighing upon us. The interests must
be met and an intention and ability to pay the
principal be shown which shall reduce the an
nual burden until we can gain strength to throw
it off altogether. We must work cheerfully and
save carefully, and though that will not bring
the good times all at once, we may be sure it will
bring us nearer to them.
Patti Again.
The New York Herald prints a very funny
story about Adelina Patti, declaring that the
prima donna will sing no more ; that in effect
from and out of her late troubles at St. Peters
burg she has experienced religion, and will
retire into a convent, and thus imitate the
example of Heloise, the famous pet of the yet
more famous Abelard. The tale is possible, for
it is difficult to calculate upon the eccentricities
of n prima donna. Its improable because thess
very eccentricities aie generally more nearly
allied to the delights of the world, the flesh,
and the devil, than conventual seclusion and
t le tribulation where all the footlights in the
past must be tortured into the remorse of the
present, the meditation over the enormity of
trivial offenses magnified into unpardonable
sins under the gloom of the veil and the in
austerity of the cell. For Patti to choose such
a part as that would be almost equivalent to
an abandonmet of flirtation by Cleopatra, in the
hey-day of her beauty, when she boasted of the
passion with which her Hercules, her Roman
An:ony, leaped into her arms, contented there
to die. It would be like Boadicea forgetting her
fury when brought face to face with the Romans.
It would be like Elizabeth forgetting her dresses,
or Mary her religion. It would be a stranger
fact than if Cornelia hadforgotten her most pre
cious jewels, or if Prascovia Lopouloff, when
she at last stood before the Czar Alexander, had
omitted to plead for the fate of her parents—the
Exiles of Siberia. There are strange things in
the history of femininity ; but for all that, if
Patti abandons the stage and enters a convent,
we shall believe that the Ethiopian can ehang
his skin and the lepard his spots, with a faith far
more implicit than that with which we have
trusted the dogma and the doctrienes of any
creed that has ever flouished from the days of
the monotheism of Adam to the polytheism of
the last-discovered race of the South Sea Island
ers.—Louis Democrat
The first locomotive engine ever constructed be opening ot the Industrial Exposi-
, TT . , „ ,, . „ . , ,■ tion at Louisville, where he will be joined by
l the l mted States, was the “Best 1 nend, p os t mas t e r General Kev and other Cabinet offi-
built at the West Point foundry, New York, un
der the direction of Mr. E. L. Miller, for the
Charleston A Hamburg road and turned out De
cember Dili, 1830. It did excellent and regular
work for one year, when it was exploded by an
ignorant negro fireman, who sat on the lever of
the safety valve to stop the noise caused by the
escaping steam.
In January, 1832, nineteen railroads had been
completed, or were in the course of construction
in the United States, with an aggregate length of
1,400 miles. In 1840, the yearly average of rail
road construction was 500 miles. In 1850, it
had increased to 1,500 miles. In 1860, it was
nearly 10,000 miles. In 1870, it was 20,000 miles
and involved an expenditure of 8800,000,000.
In 1872, the aggregate of capital invested in rail
roads in the United States, was 83,159,423,057,
where gross revenue amounted to 8473,241, 055.
From these figures can be formed some idea
of progress in this great Republic of the West. 4
Brigham Young is Dead.
The New Orleans Times says: Brigham is
dead. Brigham 1'oung of Utah, formerly of
Whittingham, Vermont. A good man and a man
of family is gone. Most people have heard of
Brigham, likewise of Polyphemus. He, Brig
ham, was born in 1801. He was a painter and
glazier by trade, was a member of the Baptist
church, and afterwards, in 1832, joined the Mor
mons. After the death of Joseph Smith, in
1844, Brigham was elected President of the
Saints, whereupon he immediately excommuni
cated bis principal rival, Sidney Brigdon. We
have not time here to trace Sidney’s subsequent
history. In fact, we don’t know it. Besides, it
is immaterial. Young is our corpus. He was
made Governor of the Territory of Utah in 1854
by a paternal government. He wanted to hold
on under the civil service rules, but Gov. Cum-
ming, with 2,500 troops, persuaded him to re
sign and accept the policy of the administra
tion. In the meantime he had proclaimed the
“ celestial law ” of marriage, and gathered in a
few dozen wives. He was a philoprogenitive
cuss. At the same time he regulated commerce
in such a manner as to support his family and
leave himself a little competence of four or five
millions. He was a frugal Saint. He under
stood the theory and practice of the “divvy”
as well as any man of his time. He had a great
many other qualities too numerous to mention.
We have only space to remark on this happy
occasion that we take pleasure in announcing
his demise. Gone to meet the men and women
and children murdered at Mountain Meadows.
Postmaster General Key and other Cabinet offi
cers, and will be in Nashville on the 19th, Chat
tanooga on the 20th, and Knoxville, Tenn. on
the 21st of September. The President will return
to Washington through Virginia, visiting Rich
mond and other prominent cities in that State.
^©~We invite special attention to the splen
did article on Democracy in this issue.
sent one year to the getter.
We are pleased to greet our amiable and dis
tinguished friend, Colonel J. J. Hickman, in
the city.
brighter and more beautiful. Happy indeed
are those whose intercourse with the world has
not changed the tone of their earlier feeling, or
broken those musical chords of the heart whose
vibrations are so melodious, so tender and so
touching in the evening of their lives.
Mars takes a Near Peep at ns.
Don’t fail to take a good look every evening at
grand old Mars in the South Eastern heavtns
while he is scanning the earth so closely. His
dazzling brilliancy will never be seen again by
the present generation. It has been discovert d
by Prof. Hall, of the Naval Observatory, at Wash
ington, that he is attended by satellites which
was never known before. What a pity we can
not see them with the natural eye!
The Authors and the Public.
The New York Herald says: The complaint has
been made, and not without justice, that, although
this is a period of much literary activity, no great
works have been of late years produced. The
scientific, historical and biographical departments
of literature must be excepted from this censure,
which more especially applies to works of im
agination. The old poets have almost entirely ceas
ed to write, and a new poem by Emerson, Bryant,
Longfellow or whittier has become a novelty. Since
Mr. Longfellow wrote “ The Hanging of the Crane”
we recall no poem of equal length that promises
to retain a permanent place in American literature.
Our young poets sing sweetly, but none of them
can claim a position in the first rank. In fiction
we are more fortunate, for while we have no liv
ing writer who can be compared with Hawthorne,
Cooper or Poe, and while Mrs. Stowe will not at
tempt to rival her “ Uncle Tom’s Cabin,” there
is a large number of remarkably clever novelists,
some of whom give promise of great deeds w.iich
they have not yet performed. Our women writers
are particularly felicitous, and it is not improbable
that the coming American novelist will be a lady.
This is the case in England, where there is a sim
ilar decadence in literature and where George
Eliot is the only successor of Dickens, Thackeray
and Bulwer. The drama is the most depressed of
all the branches of American belles-lettres, and
the great American dramatist is certainly thus far
unknown, and, possibly, unborn. The reasons are
numerous why, with so much ability among our
authors, there should be so little work of first class
merit; but one cause of the decline ought to be
brought fully before the young writer who is am
bitious of fortune and fame. This is the belief of
many authors that in order to succeed we must
write down to the level of the public. There could
be no greater mistake. Not one man out of a
thousand can write up to the level of the public
of a day; not one out of a million can write up to
the level of the public of his own generation, and
those who can write up to the level of their centu
ry are among the favored few to whom the world
accords the quality of genius. The public will
always take the best that it can get and no wri
ter need suppose that his work is above its ap
preciation. Shakspeare, Cervantes, Scott, Dick-
Frank Leslie’s Illustrated Newspaper.
This weekly stands at the head of all the illus
trated newspapers the world has ever seen. It
has never been surpassed. The proprietor says
in the last issue:
“ With this number begins the Forty-fifth Vol
ume of Frank Leslie’s Illustrated Newspaper.
At no time in the history of this country has the
value of the illustrated press been so emphatic
ally acknowledged as it is now. The period is
full of startling occurrences and social trans
formations, which dazzle the imagination and
stimulate curiosity for the possession of a more
intimate acquaintance with the localities and
persons concerned in them than is derivable
from the bare descriptions of the daily papers.
This important function is filled exclusively by
this journal, and the steady, substantial recog
nition which our efforts receive in all parts of
the world where the English language is spoken
gives gratifying assurance of the approval in
which they are held. The present volume will
in no manner be inferior to those which have
gone before, in either its artistic, editorial or
literary departments, and, as heretofore, no effort
or expense will be spared to maintain it in its
recognized position as the leading exponent of
illustrated journalism in America.
The Atheist and the Flower.
When Napoleon Bonaparte was Emperor of
France he put a man by the name of Charney
into prison. He thought Charney wus an ene
my to his government, and for that reuson de
prived him of his liberty. Charney was a learn
ed and profound man; and as he walked to and
fro in the small yard into which his prison
opened he looked up to the heavens, the work
of God’s fingers, and to the moon and stars,
which he ordained, and yet exclaimed, “All
things come by chance.”
One day, while pacing his yard, he saw a tiny
plant just breaking the ground near the wall.
The sight of it caused a pleasant diversion of
his thoughts. No other green thing was inside
his enclosure. He watched its growth every
day. “How came it here?” was his natural in
quiry. As it grew other inquiries were suggest
ed. “How came these delicate little veins in
its leaves? What made its proportions so per
fect in every part, each new branch taking its
exact place on the parent stock, neither too near
another nor too much on one side?”
In his loneliness the plant Jbecame the pris
oner’s teacher and his valued friend. When
the flower began to unfold he was filled with
delight. It was white, purple, and rose colored,
with a fine silvery fringe. Charney made a
frame to support it, and did what his circum
stances allowed to shelter it from pelting rains
and violent winds.
‘AH things come by chance,’ had been written
by him on the wall just above where the flower
grew. Its gentle reproof, as it whispered:
“There is one who made me so wonderfully
beautiful, and He it is who keeps me alive,”
shamed the proud man’s unbelief. He brushed
the lying words from the wall, while his heart
felt that “He who made all things is God.”
But God had a further blessing for the erring
man through the humble flower. There was an
Italian prisoner in the same yard, whose little
daughter was permitted to visit him. The little
girl was much pleased with Charney’s love for
his flower. She related what she saw to the wife
of a jailor. The story of the prisoner and his
flower passed from one to another until it reach
ed the ears of the amiable Empress Josephine.
The Empress said, “The man who so devotedly
loves and tends a flower cannot be a bad man, ”
so she persuaded the Emperor to grant him his
liberty.
Charney carried his flower home and careful
ly tended it in his own greenhouse. It had
taught him to believe in a God, and had deliv
ered him from prison.
Saratovian Morals.
(From the Saratovian.)
An invidious observer says that “ Saratoga is
very wicked now. ” Our own opinion is, that
Saratoga was never so good as now, and consider
ing what a wicked world it is, as the worlds goes,
we are surprised that Saratoga is really so good
as it is. Ah no, my friend, don’t mistake gayety
for badness. Even clergymen, knowing as they
do how much average Adam there is lying about
among us, seem to forget for a season when they
come hither, that, as widow Bedott says, “ we are
all poor critters. ” There is Dr. Cuyler, with as
powerful a yearning to do the world some good as
any man we know of, who was seen at the spring
Saturday morning, to tip his hat athwart his left
eye and slap a gentleman on the back, accompany
ing the thwack with the remark- “ Hello, old
fellow!” Now we know Dr. Cuyler so well that
we feel perfectly safe in asserting that no profani
ty was intended. It was simply a carbonic acid,
gaseups ebullition of good feeling. We could tell
tales of other clergymen almost as bad in appear
ance as that, but we count them not against our
ministerial visitors. Let no one think we enter
tain the ridiculous idea that we are not all sinners
hereabouts. We are, most of us. But to most of
us the Saratoga season is a “ day off. ” We are
not engaged in legally grinding one another, nor
in taking advantage of our neighbor according to
statute in such case mad,e and provided. As the
boys say, “no play 4 now; ” that is, we won’t trip
you up while you are here on neutral ground, and
if you should happen to see a potent, grave and
. . reverend Senator chatting like a gallant with an-
ens, Thackeray, all wrote for the people, and wrote other man’s wife, that’s all right. For our part,
..la.™,,!, a.,. weare not di 3po9eJ to think evil of everybody
who wears a jovial face in Saratoga. There may
be, and there doubtless are, wicked folks lurking
about in our midst, but we do candidly think that
there are more than enough sweet, pretty women
and good men here to discount the devil’s people,
and that can not be said of all “ wicked places
in the summer time.
their best, and the result shows that not one of
them wrote too well. We commend their ex
amples to the crowd of novelists, poets, and
dramatists who would patronize the public and
fail in the attempt, and then complain that they
are not appreciated by that vast collective in
tellect,ect, compared with which they appear as
pygmies beside a pyramid.
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