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\ 1 jnf.r 4 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- «»• 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. dbtinct PRINT