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JOHN H. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor.
W. B. SEALS. - - Buxines* Manager.
MKS. MARY K. BRYAN (*) Associate Editor.
ATLANTA. GA.. SATURDAY. SEPT. 15, 1877.
The Marriage ol the Futnre---Herbert
Spencer’s Predictions.
Herbert Spencer’s researches into the Princi
ples of Sociology steadily grows in interest, as-
he traces the progress of society up from its gene
sis -the rude incoherent family group,—to its
present complete and definite combination. In
his latest paper—Domestic Retrospect and Pros
pect—he leaves the argument of induction and
proceeds to interpret social phenomena deduc
tively in the same careful logical manner. Feel
ing assured that social evolution must still con
tinue in the same direction in which it has ten
ded through the past, and infering the manner
of its future unfolding from past and present
phenomena, he finds that industrialism will in
crease, that militancy or warlike propensities will
diminish and eventually die out; that the do
mestic relations will be based on higher moral
sentiment; that marriage will be raised in char
acter by a public sentiment requiring that it
shall be entered upon from motives of affection—
of personal preference, and not from property
considerations. Thisps foreshadowed, Mr. Spen
cer believes, by the growing disapproval by the
higher types of society of those who marry for
money or position. The natural bond of person
al preference will, he thinks, come to be held
the really essential one in marriage—the legal
bond being merely of secondary importance, so
much so that a marriage union will be consider
ed improper when affection ceases. Increased
facility for divorce seems to indicate the set
ting of the social current in this direction, but
Mr. Spencer begs us not to be alarmed or imag
ine that this points to any disintegration of the
family. On the contrary he believes that this look
ing at marriage from a higher standpoint—this
basing its continuance upon the natural ground
of affection, rather than of legal authority will be
its truest safeguard, for along with the evolution
of this higher idea of marriage there will be an un
folding of finer and more unselfish sentiments;
an increased industrialism—what Mr. Spencer
calls “altruism”—consequently there will be an
increased harmony and a lessening of dissensions
—a strength*, ning of the moral bond of union and
a weakening of th^ forces that destroy it. Also,
there must be thrown into the scale on the side of
continuance of the higher marriage, the strength
ening of the tie caused by joint interest in chil
dren—a tie that in primitive days was extreme
ly slight and brief, and which has been growing
stronger and more enduring as society has
evolved from the primitive family group—the
savage mother and her children—cast off by her
as soon they could care for themselves, to the pres
ent aspect of child and parent, in which keen so
licitude for offspring is seen to extend through
the natural life; care for top welfare of species be
ing a distinguishing characteristic of modern
society. *
The Danites--Joaquin Miller’s new Drama.
An English critic some years ago prophesied
that the Poet of the Sierras would write a drama
—not a very remarkable prophecy, seeing that all
the Scribbleri now-a-days try their hands at Shaks
peare s vocation, but the critic aforesaid found
in Mr. Miller’s poems indications of dramatic
genius, which is rather wonderful in the present
dearth of the real article and abundance of the
flashy sham. These indications were thought
to crop out in Ina, the Arazonian and the Tale
of the Tall Alcalde. But the oritic qualifies his
praise by expressing a doubt whether the poet
could handle a large and complex subject—a
doubt that must have grown graver after read
ing the novel “Pink Countess” and has doubt
less not been dispelled by the Danites—the
drama which Mr. Miller has recently put upon
the stage with the adjunct of fine bold scenery.
While this melo drama has some good situations
and effective points, it is not artistically con
structed and exhibits nothing novel or striking
in the plot, or the details. Of course, the scene
is bounded by the Pacific and the Rocky moun
tains—that region which Bret Harte, Twain, Mil
ler and their followers will over work if they
don’t mind—located in the “Heart of the Sier
ras” in fact, and introducing us into the compa
ny of miners, and outlaws, red shirt morality
and unwashed sentiment, wild pathos and rough
humor. The Danites are a secret Mormon or
ganization, sworn to avenge the “ Mormon mar
tyrs,” and therefore “ hunting down ” the fami
ly of Williams—doomed by their revengeful en
mity—and killing them all but the heroine of
the play, brave Nancy, who having witnessed
the shooting of her little brother by the desper
adoes falls despairing over a rock and is believ
ed to be killed, but is saved, and disguising her
self as a miner, lives on in the Sierras, concieves
a hopeless attachment for a miner who marries
another woman and goes through many other
vicissitudes, which are pictured with some pow
er. Comic incidents, flashes of humorous as well
as of pathetic sentiment diversfy the play. There
are also expressions of unselfish devotion, but
somehow they seem to lack the ring of genuine
heart-felt sentiment, and remind us of the fault
found with Mr. Miller’s poems by George Fran
cis Armstrong that they showed a confusion of
feeling relative to a moral ideal, and that while
courage‘ truth and honor were often his themes,
he painted in too strong colors the philosophy
of selfishness which knows no self-sacrifice, with
out which there “cannot be any noble human life;
and tinged with over sensuality the one passion
which can redeem from sensuality—love.”
Our letter from Newport is from a gifted and
lovely Georgia lady—the same whose pen gave
us the graceful story, “ The Lady of Glencora,”
and other contributions.
Marshall, Texas.
A correspondent writes us that this popular lit
tle city is rapidly improving. The sound of the
hammer is heard in every direction, and new resi-
p dences are springing up as if by magic.
Look on the Bright Side.
More vital energy is expended in fuss than in
work. It is the growler, or, worse still, the
gloomy brooder over troubles, who grows old
fast—who gets wrinkled and gray prematurely,
and dries up in soul and body. Nothing pre
serves the youthful freshness like a habit of
looking on the bright side of life, and nothing
so well attracts and preserves friendship and
good will. People turn to a bright face and a
cheery nature as plants turn to the sun, while
dyspepsia and pill-boxes fly far from the sunny
smile and the temper that makes the best of ev
er) thing. A writer in Chambers’Journal warns
the melancholic and the high-tempered against
the indulgence of blue devils and fumings as
the very worst exhaustives of mental and phys
ical force—of that oil of vitality so necessary to
keeping our lamp of life burning. “Every fit
of despondency and every rage takes so much
out of us that any one who indulges in either
without a great struggle to prevent himself do
ing so, should be characterized as little bss
than—to use an American expression—‘a fearful
fool.' How silly it seems, even to ourselves,
afser cooling, to have acquired a nervous head
ache, and to become generally done up, stamp
ing round the room and showing other signs of
foolish anger beause the dinner was five min
utes late, or because some one’s respect for us
did not quite rise to the high standard measured
by our egotism ! As if it were not far more im
portant that we should save our vital energy,
and not get into a rage, than that the dinner
should be served exactly to the moment.
“Many people squander their life’s energy by
not living enough in the present. They enjoy
themselves badly and work badly, because they
are either regretting mistakes committed in the
past, or anticipating future sorrows. Now, cer
tainly no waste of force is so foolish as this, be
cause if our mistakes are curable, the same
energy would counteract their bad effects as we
expend in regretting; and, if they are incurable,
why think any more about them? None but a
child cries over spilt milk. The mischief is
done, and let it be forgotten, only taking care
for the future. Sometimes people keep fretting
about troubles that may never take place, and
spend life’s energy on absolutely nothing. Real
worry from torturations of various sorts is quite
enough, and causes a greater draught on our
vital force than hard work. Let us not, there
fore, aggravate matters by anticipation of trou
bles that are little better than visionary.” * |
Taxation of Private Libraries.
Col. Sam. Small in his recent excellent address
before the Young Men s Library Association in
this city, touched upon the Act of our last Leg
islature which taxes libraries, in the following
forcible language;
What now shall we say of that other exhibi
tion of statesmanship and political economy
that taxes the private libraries of the people?
What fame awaits the law-makers who lay a pen
alty upon home culture and public taste?—who
arm the tax gatherer with a search-warrant and
a price-list, and set him after your books, your
paintings and your statuary? It would seem
that the progress of the world had come to
naught, that civilization had proven a failure,
and learning developed into evil only, when the
legislators of the State consent to put a penalty
upon book-owning and condemnation upon the
aesthetic tastes of the people.
An English poet a century or more ago declar
ed that “books are a part of man’s prerogative,”
but the wise men of our State see nothing in this
prerogative that they are bound to respect. No
man must own a book within the limits of Geor
gia who is not able to pay a tithe upon it. The
satisfaction of a thirst for information must be
paid for in a direct tax to the State; the instru
ments of “home culture”—an object re-popular
ized in Georgia through the eloquence of our
distinguished fellow-citizen, Judge James Jack-
son, in his address to the University Alumni
last year—these instruments, unlike the work
man’s tools and the farmer's implements, are to
be rated in our homes. The cott ige-homes of
the intelligent poor must give up half their con
tentment. Private libraries must diminish—no
new ones be collected. Instruction, profit and
pleasure from books must henceforth be only en
joyed upon the authority of a tax receipt. Men
of learning who find their pleasure in their col
lections of the lore and wisdom of the past must
be burdened with onerous taxes or exile them
selves from their homes, their native State and
the associations of a life time. Literary taste
must diminish, the knowledge that adorns con
versation and composition must be forsaken,
and culture of the mind fall into disrepute with
the people.
In the enactment of such a law taxation reach
ed its last and absurd analysis. It can go no
farther, but it can have a supplement, and the
same legislature that passes the act should de
clare the book-agent a public enemy. The book
store should be put upon a level with the grog
shop and the dealer subjected to the same pen
alties as the bar-keeper who sells liquor to a
minor or to an adult who has already drank too
deep from the fatal pool. Books should be sold
in drug-stores, as they are in country villages,
and labeled upon the outside with a skull and
cross-bones and the ominous word “poison.”
Your houses shall not be adorned with paint
ings. The artist is virtually declared a public
corruptor and the luxury of possessing the pro
ductions of his genius must be taxed! The
scenes of other climes, the historic events of the
past, the touching stories of romance, the forms
and faces of great characters, when put on can
vass must pay toll to the State. However much
these may adorn and please, however much they
may encourage refined taste for art-work and
love of the beautiful, they must pay tribute.
Even the poll-tax is perpetuated and every man
must pay it upon the portraits of his ancestors.
Such is the progress of Georgia in her Centen
nial year!
And so, of statuary. An effectual blockade is
placed against the entrance here of the works
of the sculptor. Home genius, struggling for
fame, must pay for the privilege of working out
its grand conception in enduring marble, The
best creations of the chisel, with a value not
measured in any market phrase, brought hither,
must be taxed. A father who has had the form
of his first born perpetuated in pure Parian
marble, as I know has been done in this city,
must pay tax upon that memorial of his child,
because it stands in his parlor and not in the
public cemetery. I may put an iron lion on my
doorstep free of tax—but when I put a bust of
Shakspeare, of Washington, of Webster, Clay,
Calhoun, Lee or Jackson upon my mantle I
must pay their poll!
The intense, almost palpable, absurdity of all
this cannot but provoke the indignation of the
thoughtful. I have spoken of them to you
because they are matters closely identified with
the interest which we aie here to represent to
night. Without education among the people at
large, without culture and taste among those
who can afford the luxuries of art, how can
humrn effort perpetuate and build up such a
public institution as the Young Men’s Library
of Atlanta ? Our labors will be vain, our collect
ions be given over to the moth and the spider,
and perhaps beforever lost in the conflagation
kindled by some Caliph Omar of the Commune,
whose order will be law to a rabble kept in igno
rance by the statesmen who are confining educa
tion to its elements and destroying private and
The Experience of a Georgia Farmer— The Rossini Club.
Why Am I Poor? This club, which is one of the pet musical associa-
The Columbus (Ga.) Enquirer gives the follow- ,j ong ourc i, y gav e a successful and satisfactory
ing as the experience of the Georgia farmer. entertainment, we learn, on Tuesday evening last
1 1 am poor because I buy more than I self. w - e were p ] eage j t0 bear this re port, for both our
public culture to give a paltry revenue to the Jn the flrst place , t buy a part of my meat from musical club / have evidently reIrog raded. Their
the Northwest; my fish come trom Portlan , or j agt few entertainments have fallen far short of
Is Osman Pasha Bazaine ?
the taking of which the Maine-lan er receives a perfection of which t.ieir earlier receptions
The Charleston News says: That the change bounty from the Goverment. M) onion se s, an gave such flattering promise.
of the progress of the Russo-Tnrkish war in fa- • all my garden seeds I buy from Michigan. , .
vor of the Turks is due to the substitution of sold the wool from^ manufacturing “The Southern Enterprise.’’
European officers for the native, is well under- g°^ n an t0 ^ Reading a pennsylvania. Four We are pleased to learn from our friend and
stood. The Army and Navy Journal now gives ^^ths thereafter I bought a hat from the same confrere, Mr. S. T. Jenkins, that he has formed a
credence to the rumor that Osman Pasha, who con ipany, paying at the rate of $6 a pound for copar t n ership with Col. Newman, of the State Ag-
inflicted the great blow on the Russians at Plev- the wool. The hide of a buck I sold at 5 cents ricuUural Bureau,for the publication of the “ South
na is no other than the fugitive, Marshal Ba- per pound It went 'to 1Elmira New Iioik, vna ■ ^ Enterprist ^ an j they are making arrange,
zaine. It says that the conduct of that engage- i tanned sent back and I paid So ce P P *
... ; , , • , . 6 . and it weighed more than it did when I sold it.
ment—“a stubborn, defensive battle—is cun- ^ r,.i._ a „ . nPn
J . „ , .. ., ...I My axe-handles come from Delaware, my pen,
onsly like the first day at Gravelotte, though the in £ and paper from Xe w York. Am I the only
difference of force in his enemies led him to a j t 00 l in Georgia?”
happier issue.” If the Russians succeed in en
compassing him and forcing a surrender, the ; Brigham
parallel will be completed by a resemblance to
Bazaine’s experience at Metz in 1871. So many
foreigners are masquerading in Turkey as Pa-
Young’s Dying Instructions to
his Household.
There is not much in Brigham Young’s example
that can be commended, but the written instruc
tions he left for the conduct of his funeral are in
ments for bringing it out in a splendid style. A
handsomely engraved title page will soon be pre-
] pared, by an accomplished artist, and it will be
| one of the best and handsomest publications in the
whole country. Address Jenkins & Newman right
! away, at Atlanta, Ga.
A Texas
Demoeratrc Woman for Mrs.
Hayes.
A short but interesting article will be found on the
shas and Beys, there is nothing improbable in , gevera , regpects Tery gen sible, though in others,
the story that Osman is really a Christian 80mewba t amusing. He evidently attached a high j gth page, from a Texas lady, expressing enthusi.
Knight in disguise. It is pointed out that the I importance to his body, end as he had always as tic admiration of the bold stand which Mrs.
victor of Plevna has, since he succeeded to com- I taken good care of it during life, so he wished it H hag taken on the wiuc que3 ti 0 n. She adds
, — «*- J i "‘'" to ^ comfortable after death Most men have an note ^ ^ laJieg ^ Qver the lanJ
antipathy to thinking about their tombs, but Brig- v
ham was very particular about his burial, and are blessing Mrs. H. for force of character and
especially fastidious as to his coffin. This was, moral worth.
it his body
History of Methodism in Georgia and Florida,
—a handsome volume from the publishing house
of Burke &■ Co, Macon, Ga., illustrated with
fine steel engraved portraits of many of the Fa
thers of Southern Methodism, will be reviewed
in our next issue.
mand, infused new life into the army, and is the
fi:st officer in the Turkish service to fight in the
open field. His tactics, the knowing ones de
clare, are the tactics of Bazaine, though his name
is Turk. The rumor suggests a romantic story,
but is it not a little strange that the French and
English newspapers have no information lead
ing to its confirmation. Since his escape in
1874, Bazaine has spent part of his time in Bel
gium and part in Spain. He is an ambitious
soldier, and would undoubtedly serve in the
Turkish army with an easy conscience. But
there is no substantial reason why he should
fight incognito.
Brigham’s Successors---Jno. W. Young.
The New York Herald says;
“The widely diffused expectation that this
son of the late prophet is his destined successor
as the chief ruler of the Mormon Church lifts
him into sudden prominence and excites curios
ity to know what kind of a man he is. Though
approaching middle age his life has been so
quiet and unobstrusive that even his existence
has heretofore been scarcely known beyond the
circle of his personal acquaintance. But those
who knew him speak of him with great respect.
no doubt, largely due to his belief that his body
would rise at the last day, when he naturally de
sired that it should present a clean and respectable
appearance. He therefore ordered a cotton bed
and soft pillow placed in his coffin, which was also
to be made wide enough to allow him to turn either
to the right or the left as he might desire. No
one can object to this affectionate solicitude for
the body, unreasonable as it may appear; but the
directions for the funeral ceremony deserve gen
eral approral. We particularly admire the com
mon sense of his wish that the male members of
his family should not wear crape, and that “ the
females should buy no black bonnets or dresses,
nor black veils, but if they have them they are at
liberty to wear them.” This is excellent advice
for Gentiles as well as Mormons, for the fashion of
wearing black to express grief for the death of rel
atives has become a great social abuse. The ex
pense to Brigham Young’s family would, of course,
have been very great, as he left seventeen wives
and forty-four children; yet even in an ordinary
Gentile family the cost of mourning apparel is
often a heavy burden. Persons who are unable to
purchase good everyday clothing are required by
this foolish custome to array themselves in sable
garment, for which they frequently cannot pay.
it would be well to
He is said to inherent some of his father’s qual _ _
ities without any,tinge of his obstrusive self-as- i ^hus, in order to show their sorrow, they must
, m, . i run in debt and add to the gloom of the funeral,
sertion and aggressive fanaticism. This young ! . . ,, „ ° , , „ . ,.
, , , , . 6 pecuniary troubles. Funerals are made fantastic
man has had the advantage of a pretty wide in- by the combination of the undertaker and the
tercourse with men, and the kind of capacity he i dressmaker. Brigham Young showed wisdom in
has exhibited is that of an intelligent man of | forbidding his family to indulge in the senseless
business. Since passing his boyhood and early ; mockery of mourning dresses, and his example in
youth in Utah he has traveled extensively, mak
ing long stays in New York, Philadelphia, San
Francisco and London, and producing a favora
ble impression on such society as he has chanced
to meet. He has the taste and manners of a gen
tleman, and his mind has been so liberalized by
intercourse with the world that there is little
danger of his falling into the narrowness and
hostile exclusiveness which marked the charac
ter of his father.
this respect is one which
imitate.
A Sensation at the Springs.
The Mysterious Revelation that Put to
Flight the Lady Quests at the White
Sulphur.
A correspondent tff the New York Herald, wri-
Though a Mormon in religion, | ting from the Greenbrier White Sulphur Sgrings,
he is not infected with the zeal which glows in
that community, his activity and interest hav
ing been chiefly enlisted in pr. jects for the ma
terial development of his people. This is a good
type of character for an administrator, but one
on which it would be difficult to engraft the re
ligious fervor of a prophet. As President of the
Mormon Church he will be more likely to at
tempt to conciliate the respect of the outside
world for the Mormons as a thriving community
than to distinguish himself as a propagator of
their peculiar faith. Under such a chief Utah
will be more open to outside influences and
more sensitiva to the public sentiment of the
country than it has ever been in the past, and
the effect can hardly fail to be salutary. It would
be a gain to civilization to have the Ishmaelitish
tendencies of that singular community exchang
ed for a reasonable susceptibility to social influ
ence and public opinion.
“ Burgaw’’--What a Name for a Town!
The citizens of Pender county N. C. have
changed their county-seat to Burgaw, and the
Courier Journal of Ky. thus comments on the
name and people:
Speaking of bad taste, the people of Pender
county, N. C. have it dreadfully. They have so
far outraged the canons governing good and bad
taste, enforcing the exercise of the one, and
prohibiting that of the other, as to reject South
Washington and choose Burgaw for their county-
seat. Burgaw is an awful name for a town with
the least ambition to become a place of any
importance. It repels capital and enterprise
and causes intelligence and taste to seek else
where for a place of repose. No man living in a
town with such a name can ever be elected to
any office worth having. The very name would
defeat him, even if he had fifty per cent the
advantage of his opponent in every other respect.
But Burgaw it is, and Burgaw it must remain.
They might improve the name a good deal,
though, by spelling it backwards, and it is a mys
tery that they don’t make an effort to scrape up
taste enough among them to do it. Wagrub
sounds far better than Burgaw, and the sound is
miserable at that. It would probably have a
tendency to double the population in about as
little time as it will require that population
under the present disintegrating name to play
out entirely. Austerlitz and Marengo and Lodi,
Auerstadt and Wagram and Waterloo and the
burning of Moscow were all due to the simple
fact that a certain stoop-shouldered native of
Corsica was not born to the name of Prleg
Squaggls nor Ezekiel Squaggs.
under date of August 24, makes the following
mention of a sensation of that place -
“ Thursday furnished somewhat of a female sen
sation, the details of which have not yet fully trans
pired. It appears that a certain lady visitor from
Washington has for some time past been endeavor
ing to make a little notoriety by a recital of her
experience in New Orleans under the administra
tion of General B. F. Butler. The lady formerly
lived in Savannah, Ga., but moved to Washington
some time previous to the war. When hostilities
began this lady took every occasion to display her
secession proclivities by words and acts, and made
herself considerably obnoxious to the authorities
there. A3 a consequence of this Mr. Steward, in
order to rid himself of a troublesome customer,
sent the lady South—to New Orleans—where she
was when it was taken possesion of by Gen. Butler-
Here her rebellious sentiments got the better of
her discretion, and for jeering at the funeral of
a passing Union officer she was imprisoned for six
months. This imprisonment is the subject of the
story which she has to tell. Now for the sequel.
Finding it impossible to obtain a select audience
before which she could relate her prison experience
under the immaculate Ben, she summoned the la
dies from the parlor to the ball-room. They came
in force and accompanied by male escorts. When
all had entered, the lady ordered all the gentle
men to withdraw, as her revelations were such as
could not be made in the presence of both sexes.
We acknowledge the reception of a pleasant
little song entiteled “ When the Blossoms Ct^er
us Darling" sent by the popular publisher F. W-
Helmick of Cincinnati. The little ballad is of a
gentle, regular movement, and will improve
wonderfully upon acquaintance.
“ Minnie Myrtle ” is the title of a pretty song
for sale by Phillips & Crew. The words were
composed by Mrs. C. P. Gordon, and the music by
Mrs. Gertrude M. Jones, of Dalton, Georgia.
“ The Old Capital.”
Messers Ham & Speer are making a good
paper with the above title at Milledgeville Ga.
A Mother-in-law Speaks.
The Chicago Tribune prints a communication
from a lady residing in Davenport, Iowa, who
writes to the following purport: “ I have a few
words I would like to say in regard to daughter^
in-law. I have seen several articles in the paper,
against mothers-in-law, but it is very seldom you |
see one against daughters-in-law. Now, I am
persecuted mother in-law. My house was a perfect
little paradise till my daughter-in-law was brought
home. I think where a son takes a wife to his
mother’s home, if she is the right kind of a woman,
it is no trouble to get along. There are some their
own parents can’t live with. They get married,
and go to live with their husband’s folks, and if
they live like cats and dogs it is all laid to the
poor mother-in-law, when they are the evil ones %
For my part I have a great deal of sympathy for
mothers-in-law, and I think you would too, if you
were in my place. There is one advice I would
like to give to young men. Don’t marry until you
have a home of your own to take a wife to.
Don’t give your poor mother, who has nursed you
in your infancy—idolized you—any cause for
trouble; let her go to her grave in peace. How
many families there are whose homes were a little
Eden till a daughter-in-law was taken in the fami
ly.”
Eighteen Georgia Girls at Cumberland
Island.
Dear Sunny South:—The boat this morning
from Brunswick brings your paper to our host,
Mr. Bunkley. I see that you announce nine
beauties from Augusta on the beach of Sullivan’s
Island. Would that your Mr. Seals of “auld
laugsyne,” were here to see twice nine beauties
from Macon and Brunswick on this magnificent
beach, either at the bathing hour, or at the
weird hour of “moonlight on the beach." We,
each and all of us know how his heart would
sing. Cumberland Island is fast becoming the
resort of Georgians for the sea-side and here
they revel in all of romance, comfort and exhu-
berant health. Soon though, the inroad of con-
The gentlemen then withdrew and the revelations 1 ventionalism will destroy everything, and our
began. What the nature of these were cannot be ! rustic bathing houses will give way to the more
ascertained, but certain it is that when they reach- ! elaborate doings of the fashion seeker. Look
ed a certain point, an allusion being made to the i at the map and see how easy of access and how
relative of a lady present, the audience broke up | happy one may be here in Georgia, at home,
and the ladies fled precipitately. Perhaps Gen. \ and then you may imagine how eighteen Geor-
Butler can rise and explain. Certain it is that
those here who would cannot, and those that can
will not. The matter remains an impentrable
mystery, and since it occurred has been the chief
topic of conversation among all the male and fe
male gossips at fhe Springs. ”
gia girls are enjoying themselves on the grand
beach of Cumberland Island.
Fem.
How Some Independent British Girls
Marry.
(London Letter.)
The richest heiress now on the engaged list is
Miss Crawshay, the daughter of the Vulcan of the
Hills in South Wales. Her dowry is said to be
Death of Ex-President Thiers.
The most important news from Europe this
morning is the death of ex-President Thiers,
which took place last evening at six o’clock. He ^ C piece‘to “ Love Not“”
Girls, Love Not! ”
An exchange announces a piece of music entitl
ed *‘ Love Not. ” What is the use, we should like
to know, of setting such advice to music? You
had just as well advise the girls—or the boys eith- £500,000, and she is about to bestow this with
er, for that matter—not to die, or not to be born, [ her hand and heart upon a briefless barrister on
They are made to love, just as much as the stars j the South Wales Circuit. I should be very happy
are made to be shine, or a bore or a loafer is made [ to take her sister upon the same termes, if I felt
j to be kicked out of a printing-office. Tell them inclined to marry—for money. These ironmasters’
j not to die, if you will, and one here and there daghters have a very considerate way of selecting
[may entertain your advice, for if some of them poor men for husbands, for Sir George Elliot’s
[ would have faith equal to their loveliness they daughter married one of the special correspondents
j would be immortal; but it is worse than idle to I of the Daily News, and a few days ago the heiress
tell them not to love. But if inconsiderate * peo- 0 f a Durham colliery proprietor bolted with the
pie will write and publish such music, let them editor of a north country newspaper, ft is said of
accept this, “Oh, Don’t be Born,” as a compan- ene of these ladies, perhaps it would be cruel to
say which, for the manoeuvre after all was innocent
( enough—that meeting with a gentleman on board
a steamer which was engaged in laying a deep-
! sea cable in the Atlantic, they very naturally took
| to flirting on the quarter-deck. The Lady was all
alone except with papa. The gentleman made him
self agreeable, and, being tall and handsome, of
course soon ingratiated himself with the iron king’s
daughter. One day finding himself alone, he pro
posed there and then. “ Hush ! ” said the lady;
“ papa is asleep on the sofa and might hear you.
Let us take a stroll on deck.” “ 1 am very sorry,”
said the lady, resuming the conversation, “ but of
course you did not know when you were talking to
me below that I was engaged. But I have a sis
ter at home who is exactly like me, you would not
know us apart, and when we return home I will
was a little over eighty years of age, having been
born in April, 1797. For nearly half a century
he has filled France and almost the world with
his fame as journalist, historian, orator and
statesman. No one in France has had a larger
share in moulding her destinies, and nearly all
his life has been one long battle for liberty and
constitutional government. His first office was
under Louis Philippe ; his last was after the fall
of the Empire, when he brought France through
the dark days of the Commune to the present ! Girls were made the chief institutions of this
Rupublic. M. Thiers was a statesman of the [ country for the express purpose of loving and
very highest order, and his career, which extend- being loved, and they find the busine=s so con
ed over perhaps the most important period of i genial and pleasant that to tell them not to love
French history, forms a large portion of the i a words thrown away,
annals of his country. • His death at the present |
time is a severe blow to the Republic. Hepos- A Chicago young man’s wife entertained him introduce y7u to Ter7“Th7 introduction followed
Oh, don’t be born ! Oh, don’t be born!
I see no use in such an act;
This world is set with many a thorn,
And no one will dispnte the fact
That life is but a held of corn
Which death will soon have reaped and stacked.
Then, don’t be born ! Oh, don’t, I pray!
You.ll find this life extremely sad;
To you no doubt things here look gay—
To me they look extremely bad;
And oh, far better you should stay
Where now you are than wish you had!
patriotism
Herald.
sessed the confidence of a large portion of the with selections from Wagner, after which he ex- in due course, and the marriage within six months
French people, and in the present crisis his presge q himself as resigned to go to bed, where The courtship all took nlace hv ororv
“ nn “ l mntomhnT, wisdom and patriotism be g j ept very soundly. Toward midnight cats as- ^ ^ ^ ^’
sembled in the back yard and yowled frightfully.
The sleeper did not get up and throw bootjacks at
them, but turned on one elbow and whispered in
his dreams, “ Sing it once more, Elvira; sing it
once more.”—Musical Notes.
counsel, moderation,
were specially needed. —AT. I
^ay-Tf any of our patrons have spare copies of
Nos. 111. 112. and 114 of The Sunny South we
would be pleased to get them.
An honest reputation is within the reach of
all men; they obtain it by social virtues and by
doing their duty. This kind of reputation, it
is true, is neither brilliant nor startling, but
is often the most useful for happiness.