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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.