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THE COWESTIOSi.
From monntain heights and c^cades wild;
From ocean’s sunlit strand
From mineral belts and fertile plains,
Come statesmen of the land—
Come Georgia's wisest, safest men.
With ■‘article’’ and •*clause,”
To change, to alter or amend
Our fundamental laws.
gV wiser body never met,
Or labored with more care ;
A ouaveAtatkssas never tilled
A presidential chair.
The work is finished—faithful work—
A Constitution new,
Embracing all organic change
Our statesmen had in view.
Respectfully they leave to us—
The people—to decide ;
Respectfully, we hope and trust.
It may be ratified.
One of the People.
Familiar Talks About New Books.
BY PAUL H. HATNE.
NO. V.
I have before me one of the most beautiful vol
umes, typographically, that has appeared from
the American Press for many moDths. It is en
titled Art Hlucation Applied to Industry, bears
the imprint of the Harpers, and was written by
George Ward Nichols,uiuthor of the History of the
fjreat March. ” *
The object of this book—illustrated upon al
most every other page by superb steel engrav
ings—is
lstly; to show the present need of Art Educa
tion in the United States.
‘Jndly; To relate something of its history in
Europe.
3rdly; To explain what is meant Dy its appli
cation to industry.
4thlv; To propose a method of instruction best
adapted to our people and institutions.
The term “art educatiou,” Mr. Nichols uses in
its largest, most philosophical sense, as signify-
ir >v Artistic or scientific instruction applied to com-
m oyi trwles and occupations, as well as to fine arts.
It means likewise, (and here we come to the
core of the matter), that the educated sense of the
beautiful is not the especial property of one class, but
that it may be possessed and enjoyed by all.
Of the sixteen clever, though rather fragmen
tary chapters which constitute the body of the
work, the most entertaining is that upon the in
dustry and art of the middle ages, and the Ren
aissance;” the most practically useful that upon
the best method of art-instruction in the Unit-
*ed States.”
The former treats, especially, of mediaval work
Ya wrought-iron, enamel, faience; of toilet-objects
bronzes, cabinetwork, wood-carving, damaskeer
etc., etc.
Apropos of damaskeer,, one of its rarest spec
imens is credited with the following mysterious
history.
About the close of the eighteenth century,
there lived on the bridge of theYenitian Rialto,
a certain shopkeeper, a trader in curiosities,
bric-a-brac, and old china. Among his most val-
articles, was a magnificent casket of steel,
vered with arabesque of gold and silver of
f l.range, but exquisite workmanship.
Canova having examined it, pronounced it the
fcost wonderful triumph of skill, in its way, he
iiad ever beheld. The rich marquis de Trivulci
\ bought it at a very high price. An alaborate,.
\* and evidently correct engraving of the casket is
1 before me, at this moment.
The exterior is literally overrun by golden
i^jarabesques, which clasp and interlace each
^ other, representing a thousand graceful or in-
■t.’joate designs. In the bottom of the box on a
then surface of gold, incrnsted with steel, is a
tbcnisphere, heart-shaped, while on the outside
. 8f tSe cover there is a chart of Italy, Albania,
* Dalmatia, and the adjacent islands.
Upon the interior face is drawn, (in gold
damaskeen) a map of France and Spain. #
From the latter extend names of cities in
threads of gold and silver. The cornice of the
box bears this inscription;
“PAULUS AGEMINIUS FACIEBAT. ”
There can be no doubt that this remarkable,
and unrivalled work belongs to the earliest part
of the sixteenth century.
Much discussion has arisen among Italian
sauants as to whether the rim-inscription signi
fied a name, place of birth, or a profession. That
it is a name—the name of the skilled artificer
himself would seem to be beyond cavil; but
when your antiquarians, savants, or cognoscenti
get together for purposes of discussion upon
matter appertaining to their special tastes and
studies, they often show the greatest genius in
confusing the plainest facts; shutting their eyes
to the evidence immediately in view, to search
for proofs in a remote and misty distance, or
building colossal mountains of deduction out of
the veriest mole-hills of speculation or mystery.
In brief we remember the transactions of the
“Pickwick Club,” and “Observations on the
Theory of * Tittlebats !' ” Illustrative sugges
tion could scarcely be expected to go further.
To return to our casket. Although in 1832 it
was known to be still in the possession of the
Marquis de Trivulci, it has since disappeared,
suddenly and mysteriously (if the accounts be
true), nor has the most diligent search availed
to discover its fate.
Perhaps the Signor Paulus Ageminius (who in
the single word “faciebat," so clearly lays claim
to the invention and execution of the casket,
after a general fashion of his age), perhaps he,
nettled by the stupidity of muddle-headed
savants descended in spirit to earth, depriving
the Marquis of a chef-d'oeuvre he was not held
worthy of retaining beyond a certain limited
period !
Who shall say “no?” Is not spiritualism
rampant in all directions, and have not many
who despise Christ found enlightenment and
consolation in Mr. Hume ?
I would like to go through Mr. Nichol’s book
page bv page, and illustration after illustration,
making everything as clear to the reader's ap
prehension as possible, but space, so boundless
about and above us, has its definite and imper- 1
ative limits in a weekly newspaper; and so in
justice to other writers, I must turn from “Art !
Education,” fascinating though it be to call at
tention to the latest additions made by the
Harpers to their (generally) charming “half-
hour series.
There are two excellent “ primers ” of “ Greek
and Latin Literature,” by Eugene Lawrence;
“Peter the Great,” by Motley; and five new no-
velletes of which the cleverest are “Kate Cronin’s
Dowry,” The House on the Beach,” and “ Percy
and the Prophet.” The Latter story by Wilkie
Collins, though utterly unoriginal as to plot and
conception, is manipulated with mnch of that °
exquisite power of detail, and sense of dramatic
contrast, which have formed, in part, the secret
of Mr. Collin’s brilliant success as a novelist.
Anthony Trollope is again “ to the fore,” in a
fiction called “The AmerieanSenator.”
Does Mr. Trollope write in his sleep, or is the
* “ The great March" refers, of course, to Teeumseh
Sherman, (oh 1 sweet and appropriate name, Tecumsehp)
as showing the hero’s mild benevolence, and chivalic re
gard. especially for womem ! and that long zlg-zag"march"
or convenient “ flanking ’’ process whereby the shrewd
Teeumseh generally avoided even the few regiments, (mis
called an army), which the Coniederacy w as alone enabled
to put in the way of his overwhelming legions of Huns
and Vandals.
t Sherman’s Mammoth “raid upon comparatively unde
fended towns, villages, cotton fields and hen-coops, has
been praised by certain Northern writers in terms which
might seem a trifle exaggerated, if applied to the defense
of Thermopylae. , .. .
And how well his government has retogntzed paid for
his tremendous services as a Bravo!"
rumor which has lately got wind in England,
that he now hires other and inferior writ.-rs to
“make up” some portions of his voluminous
teles, not destitute of truth? One thing is as
sured; Mr. Trollope’s style, both of composition
and characterization, is manifestly deteriorating.
I remarked this in his “Prime Minister,”(how
ever admirable it was in sections) and the fact
becomes still plainer in the novel just men
tioned. Therein his De Foe-like realism, his
really wonderful genius for describing things
and personages as they are, unrelieved by any
—the remotest atmosphere of softened j udgment,
or glorifying imagination—degenerates into ad
ditional hardness; while in the choice of some
of his chief personages, and his manner of
dwelling upon their vices, he shows an almost
morbid propensity for dissecting meanness, j re
tension, and hypocrisy, as if he were a new
Thackeray, without Thackeray's latent geniality
and that Rabelais-like humor, which somehow
shines through his darkest scenes !
Moreover, there are unwonted evidence of
haste and slovenliness in more than one chapter
of this story.
As for Mr, Gotobed, the American Senator,
who visits England to “study” the British
Constitution, in its practical workings, he is
little better than a pretentious, ignorant and
insufferable donkey ! with the manners of a
conceited school-boy, and the vulgar audacity
of a snob !
Heaven forbid I should deny that such “ Sen
ators "have been: nay, perhaps by minute ex
amination among the “ upper classes ” oi onr
legislators in Washington, Mr. Gotobed or some
near relation of his, may still be discovered; but
what I complain of is the deadly dullness of
this creation, as presented by Mr. Trdlipe; he
is worse than a men bore, being a species of “ In
cubus,” whose consistent heaviness weighs
upon, and discourages one sadly !
I remember seeing an elephant at the “ Zoolo
gical ” who resembled Gotobed. He was evid
ently afflicted by incipient hydrocephalus,
without suspecting it, and the affected airs he
gave himself because his head was larger and
weightier than the heads of his neighboring
kindred, would have been absurd, but for their
melancholy grotesqueness.
The poor mammoth mistook water on the
bra.n for a superabundance of brains!
YVho Said It?—Familiar Quo
tations.
BY B. M. O.
How often do quotations fall from our lips be
cause they are so apropos to the subject we may
bs talking about. Those thoughts which find
a ready response in the human heart and are so
true to nature and to fact are never forgotten.
We readily embrace that truth which has force
and point in it; and that saying which fully ex
presses our thoughts, convictions or illustra
tions.
That which is forced or far fetched is soon for
gotten ; but great and striking maximums like the
small, but brilliant diamond, is always pleading
to both mind and eye. How often is the ques
tion asked, when some pointed aphorism falls
from the lips, “who said tuat?” Wegiva a num
ber to refresh the readers mind.
We will give a number from the immortal
Shakspeare :
“ I know a trick worth two of that.”
“Fast and loose.” “Poor, but honest.”
“The short and the long of it.”
“That was laid on with a trowel.”
“Some of us will smart tor it.”
“Masters, spread yourselves.”
“All is well that ends well.”
“ Myvsake is dough.”
“As good luck would have it.”
“ All that glitteis is not gold.”
“ Double, double, toil and trouble.”
“ Curses not loud but deep.
“ Make assurance doubly sure.”
“We shall not look upon his like again.”
From the Bible we get some good things. For
instan ce:
“Escaped with the skin of my teeth.”
“ The root of the matter."
“The pen of a ready writer.”
“At their wits end.”
“Fearfully and wonderfully made.”
“A feast of fat things.”
“ The burden and heat of the day.”
“Absent in body, but present in spirit.”
“ Spreading himself like a green bay tree.”
“In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat
bread.”
“ The love of money is the root of all evil. Not
as often quoted, “Money is the root of evil.”
“ Goldsmith gives us the following:
“ Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no
lies.”
“These little things are great to little men.”
“ Man wants but little here below, nor wants
that little long.”
Dr. Young, in his Night Thoughts, said before
Goldsmith—“ Man wants but little, nor that lit
tle long.”
What shadows we are, what shadows we pur
sue,” is from Edmund Burke, in a speech de
livered in Bristol 1789, on declining an elec
tion.
Lord Roscommon gives us:
“ Choose an author as yon choose a friend.”
“Immodest words admit of no defense,
For want of decency is want of sense.”
Burton said—“Where God hath a temple, the
Devil will have a chapel.”
Daniel Defoe, enlarged the saying as follows:
“Whenever God erects a house of prayer,
The Devil is sure to build a chapel there;
And ’twill be found upon examination,
The latter has the largest congregation.”
Longfellow gives us—“ Though the mills of
the God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding
ly small." It is a translation from Frederick
Yon Logan, a writer of the seventh century.
Pope said a great many fine and good things.
“Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.”
“ Whatever is is right.”
“ The proper study of mankind is man.”
“Order is Heavens first law.”
“Honor and shame from no condition rise.”
“ An honest man’s the noblest work of God.”
“ Vice is a monster of such hideous mien.”
“A little learning is a dangerous thing.”
“ Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.”
“ To err is human, to forgive divine.”
“ Well should you practice who so well can
preach.”
“Your ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
As those move easiest who have learned to dance. ’’
An Italian proverb is this:
“ Wfien nature made thee, she broke the
muold.”
“ Consistency thou art a jewel,” is taken from j
an old ballad written in 1764, intitled Jolly Rob-
ny Rough head.
“ Tush ! tush, my lass ! such thoughts resign, !
Comparisons are cruel,
Fine pictures suit to frames as fine,
Consistency’s a jewel.”
From Bailey’s Festus we get:
“ We live in deeds, not years.”
“ Life is but a means unto an end.”
“ All up-hill work when we would do, all
down-hill when we would suffer.”
Ruthven Junkyns, wrote in 1701,—
“ Though lost to sight, to memory dear.”
Dry den has the following:
“ Through thick and thin.”
“None but the brave deserve the fair.”
“ Death and death’s half-brother sleep.”
In Campbell’s Pleasures of Hope we have:
“ ’Tis distance lends enchantment to the view. ”
“Like angels’ visits few and far between.”
Garrick gives ns—“ A fellow feeling makes us
wonderous kind.”
“The good die first, and they whose hearts are
dry as summer dust burn to the socket,” is from
Wordsworth.
“Blessing.s brighter as they take their flight,”
| is from Young's Night Thought.
“Cowper gives us: God made the country and
man made the town.”
“The cup that cheers but not inebriates.”
Congreve has “Married in haste, we may re
peat at liesure.”
“Music has charms to soothe the savage
breast.”
“He is a brick” and “Cutting your didos”
are expressions over two thousand years old.
The first has reference to the Spartan soldier;
and the second, when Dido laid oat Carthage,
and the story of the bull’s hide.
Vocal Magnetism.
—
Let no one imagine that the following article is
| uninteresting. The writer addresses himself to
persons who would do well to ponder what he says,
and strive to remedy such defects in reading as
| mar the finest performances of the pulpit, the bar,
I the stage, and those who strive to be pleasing in
private life. Among pulpit orators, Massillon and
| Whitfield were remarkable for mastery in the art
of vocal inflexion, and among pleaders before
juries, Erskite, patrick Henry, and the late Sargent
S. Prentiss were unexcelled in making all that
could be made out of a word and a sentence. The
stage has boasted many a shining light, among
them Fanny Kemble and Edmund Kean, who knew
how to read in an electrical way. It was said that
the reading of the Lord’s Prayer by the elder
Booth moved to tears every one who heard it. It
is not a difficult matter to do that justice to the
productions of an author which the author could
not vocally do for himself. The qualities of the
human voice are wonderful, but rarely brought
into requisition in public or prrivate life. Henry
Clay, and that brilliant and wayward brother Ken
tuckian, Tom Marshall, knew how to manage their
voices on the rostrum for effect. The former >
when Tyler vetoed the United States Bank Bill,
put so many tears in his voice as to supply the
place of logic, and the effect was, for the moment,
magical. Pinkney, ofMarvland, had something of
the same power of vocal fascination. How much
good might be done in awakening dormant sensi
bilities and rousing the soul to higher action did
capable men cultivate
THE ART OF READING ALOUD.
Why is it that so many men whose special busi
ness in life is to address public audiences are such
poor readers ? It is not always because of their
ignorance of the elementary rules of education, for
the defect is most common among preachers, the
majority of whom receive systematic prepraation
for their calling in theological seminaries in whioh
the essential requirements of pulpit oratory con
stitute a prominent feature of the curriculum. In
such of our churches, for instance, where extem
pore speaking is as much out of place as off-hand
shooting is at a Creedmore rifle match, three out of
every five ministers give utterance to the service
in a sing-song monotone startlingly suggestive of
wandering thonghts and unresponsive minds. As
they perform this duty as tf^aatter of routine pre
cisely one hundred and four times a year—not
counting holy-day services—one would suppose
that practice would impart a natural emphasis to
their tones, but the case is far otherwise. This is
a peculiar phase of defective reading deserving of
special study. In ordinary reading, as in decla
mation of prose or poetry, the tendency so com
mon among untrained persons to drop the voice
at the occurence of every punctuation point, which
gives such a wearisome singing cadence to the text,
utterly concealing all its qualities of pathos or fire,
is largely attributable to the want of a musical ear.
But preachers who can sometimes warble tuneful
lays are the most dreary and unmusical readers of
the sacred text. The reason of this is probably
two-fold: Firstly, a superstitious apprehension of
the subject before them, which impels them to as
sume a tone of forced veneration, at once artificial
and deprecatory; and secondly, the desire to
impart this apprehension as far as practicable to
the minds and feelings of those whom they are ad
dressing. Lawyers, also, often are poor readers,
but with them a different cause operates. I have
heard a learned judge whose soul was full of poetic
sympathies, and who could recite as well as read
Shakespeare with equal grace and passion, on
taking up a law document to read aloud, drone it
out as though his laryngal mechanism was restrict
ed to a single note and the comma. But this was
the result of a habit precisely the reverse of that
which one would fancy would control a preacher,
whose reading is the instrument and basis of his
reputation. The lawyer, as a rule, reads only to
digest and analyze, and the quickest method is the
best for him. When he undertakes to move his
audience he looks them in the eyes, and talks to
them. It evidently is not because of ignorance of
rules, nor through indifference to mimetic culture,
that poor readers abound, for actors are said to be
the worst readers of all. Kemble and Garrick
were notoriously ineffective at the desk even in
reading their own plays, in which they shone the
most brilliantly on the stage. It is recorded of
Mrs. Siddons that she once undertook a public
reading in London of “Paradise Lost,” and made
a pitiable failure. She missed her familiar fcot-
lights and the panoply of representation, and she
was denied the change of posture and the variety
of vehement action to which she had been accus
tomed as an actress. Authors also as a class are
poor elocutionists, few of them having ever acquir
ed reputation as readers. The most prominent ex
ceptions were Dickens and Wordsworth, the for
mer of whom was in the habit of proving the power
of his novels by reading them in manuscript to a
select party of relatives and friends, and it rarely
occurred that the pathetic passages of his magical
pen failed to move the whole gathering to tears,
including often the reader himself. As to Words
worth, he was, according to De Quincy, the only
poet who ever could read his own verses; which
was not such high praise after all, considering the
prevalence of the deficiency. Byron used to say
that John Sterling, the poet, used to read with a
rocking-horse canter, while Tom Moore ridiculed
Byron’s own habit of chanting while reading.
Coleridge and Southey read “ as if wailing lugubri
ous?.” The fact is that reading aloud is an art
very difficult to acquire. It requires careful study
and persistent attention to master it such as few
care to bestow upon what seems to be a mere ac
complishment. But, after all, ii is cultivated—as
one of the most agreeable, refining influences of
domestic and social life.
Mas and Woman. Man is strong—Woman is
beautiful. Man is daring and confident—Woman
is diffident and unassuming. Man is great in ac
tion—Woman in suffering. Man shines abroad—
Woman at home. Man talks to convince—Worn—
to please and persuade. Man has a rugged hean-
—Woman a soft and tender one. Man preveart
misery—Woman relieves it. Man has sciencn—
Woman taste. Man hasjudgment—Woman sensi
bility. Man is a being of justice—Woman of mer
cy.
Letter from Newport.
Fast and Furious Gayety— Bishop Beekwitk’s
Oratory—Mrs. Howe's Club—Indians
Playing Lacrosse—A Pictur
esque Entertainment.
Newport is at its pinnacle of gayety at this
time. The drives crowded, dinners, receptions
and musicals without number. There is no rest
for the weary fashionable of New York; nothing
to distinguish the hard-earned pleasures of the
winter season from those of summer. No rus
ticity, no country pleasures, nothing but tine
clothes and society. But we will suppose they
like it, or else why would it be thns? There
have been very enjoyable musicals during the
past month, the performers all amateurs. Among
them is a young lawyer from New York, in pos
session of an excellent tenor voice. He sang,
during the offertery at All Saints last Sunday,
“There is a green hill far away,” in a manner
and voice which held the congregation spell
bound. By the way, the great sensation in lions
during the season has been the Bishop of Geor
gia, Bishop Beckwith, who officiated during the
month of August at All Saints Chapel. Truly,
there are few who can compare with him in ora
tory, eloquence and earnestness. His voioe is
grand and his delivery most impressive. A lady
was heard to say, after hearing the Bishop read
the commandments in his impressive way, that
he made her feel as if she had broken every one
of them!
The “ Town and Country Club,,’ which was
established by Mrs. Julia Ward Howe, still con
tinues to be attractive and popular, although the
President, Mrs. Howe, is still abroad with her
beautitul daughter. Lecturers from Boston and
and New York deliver ieotures once a week on
interesting and improving subjects. The club
meets in turn at the different houses of the mem
bers. After the lectures, refreshments, flirta
tions, etc., are in order.
A new game called “ pallone,” an Italian game,
has been introduced to alternate with polo. The
latter, however, still holds its own in popularity,
and Pallone is not generally considered as in
teresting as lacrosse. Lacrosse, when played
by Indians, is uncommonly interesting. A team
of Indian players usually come from Canada
once during the season to play against a white
team. The running and skill they exhibit is
something wonderful.
There is in prospect a grand fancy ball to be
given next week by one of the leaders of fashion.
All the gay world is racking its brain for oos-
tames startling, original and becoming, and one
of the first questions now from the modern
“Miss Flora McFlimsey ” is, “What shall I
wear ?”
A very charming entertainment was given last
week by a lady of New York. The cards were
for “ tea,” and on arriving the eye was delighted
by the artistic and picturesque arrangements.
A large tent joined to the piazza was decorated
with Chinese lanterns and flowers. Small ta
bles to accommodate parties of four were ar
ranged on the soft turf—more yielding and lux
urious than velvet pile or Brussels could have
been; then, last but not least, the delicacies for
the inner man would have satisfied the most
epicurean taste. Pretty girls and lively men
added their share towards making it a most en
joyable affair.
In a fortnight the Ocean House will be closed,
and the birds of passage wing their flight to
other shades. Then, however, the real sociability
begins—little dinners and cosy evenings among
the cottagers, many of whom stop through Octo
ber, then depart for their winter homes and win
ter campaign. W.
A Gentleman.
BY V. P. C.
The primary qualities of a true gentleman are
piety, faith, honor, courage, courtesy, generosity,
politeness. To these appertain naturally and in
cidentally, the minor morals, “ les petite moeures ”
gracefulness, affability, deference.
He should have many of those qualities which
we imply in the word Chivalry. A Christian form
of character hardly known to pagan antiquity and
not known in heatheness.
The gentleman should be “ without fear and
without reproach. He should be entitled to bear
Bayard’s sheild and motto, and have more purity
of life than Bayard. Sir Philip Sidney is the
nearest approach to the beau ideal. In antiquity,
Hector as delineated by Homer is the nearest ap
proach, of fictitious characters. Don Quixote,
divested of his insanity is a high example. One
laugh at the Don, but all love and honor him;
those things in his character which make us love
and honor him are those which make the gentle
man. The laughter springs from a most artistic
exaggeration of (inequalities in themselves amiable
and admirable. No one would have ventured to
laugh, at him to his face; such would have encoun
tered a jeopardy. The presence of madness never
subdued him into meanness, a qnality of vice and
cowardice, two things the most foreign to the na
ture of a gentleman.
In the perfection of his character, I would have
him well born, that is ot gentle blood and of the
breeding conformable to it. He should have done
something conspicuous in arts and arms.
It was very gentleman-like in Sir Philip Sidney,
when the water was brought to him wounded, to
pass it to the wounded soldier who needed it more.
It was an act of the same virtue, though less in
degree, when Butrago gave his horse to the king
to effect his escape from the fiwld of battle. Sir
Philip’s was the higher act, because the soldier
was of poor and humble condition, and therefore
the humanity was pure and nualloyed; in the case
of Butrago, there was loyalty and deference to rank.
Sidney’s simple words as he passed the untasted
cup from his own lips towards the wounded soldier:
“ Thy necessity is greater than mine, ” tell a no
bler tale than the pomp of the Spanish verse as
given by Lockhart.
A Disgusted Beau.
Most young ladies are ambitious of being con
sidered early risers, and hence inform admirers
that they take what they call their “beauty
sleep” before the noon of the night. Prudent
mothers teach them, and wisely, too, that an
hour’s sound slumber before midnight is equal
to two or three after that hour, and that the
Franklinian habit of “early to bed and early to
rise” is the only sure way of keeping the covet
ed bloom of youth on their fair cheeks. In the
days of our grandmothers this habit was com
mon, but now it is generally in abeyance, save
in the country, where there are no fashionable
reasons for shelving it. In our cities late hours
at night lead to late hours in the morning, and
the anxious beau may as well make up his mind
that, in seven cases out of ten, the sweet being
whom he adores may delight in reading about
the gay carols of that skylark which Shelly
heard as it winged its way through the blue e-
ther, but seeing its upward gyrations is quite
another thing. He may become a reformer as a
husband, hut if he wishes to marry, it is sensi
ble to be a little charitable, while wooing, to
that which he calls
EABLY DECEPTION.
I had quite a remarkable adventure last
Wednesday night. That eve I called to see a
young lady friend of mine by the name of Paul
ine. She always appeared to be a very bright,
active girl—in fact, exceedingly energetic and
not in the least indolent. She has often declar- j
ed to me that her bete noir was a lazy person.
Daring the evening, after considerable talk
about the weather, recent labor strikes, a cer
tain church picnic—we both go to the same
church—we drifted, in the conversational sea,
around to the subject of early rising. I frankly
admitted that 1 dislike to rise before nine
o’clock any season of the year, cold or warm
weather. Then I said: “Miss Pauline, pardon
me if I am rude, but what time do you usually
get up in the morning?,’ She at once replied
with much emphasis that she always rose at five
o’clock, winter or summer, and sometimes even
before; that it was never, never one minute after
that hour. And then she added, in a sort of
bnrst of frankness; “Do you know—would yon
believe it?—one morning about a year ago I act
ually slept until seven o'clock, and I was so
ashamed of my lazinesi that when I came down
stairs I couldn’t look mother in the face!” Then
she made several remarks about how the infant
hours of the day were the most delightful, and
; how she loved to practice before breakfast a
couple of hours.
She was so charming on this occasion that
I did not leave nntil midnight—an act which
I never was guilty of before. To reach my house
I had a walk of about twelve blocks, and times
being hard I determined to make “a walk” of it
and not ride in a street car. I had not gone
over five blocks before I discovered that I had
not my dead latch-key with me. I had left it
home in one of the pockets of my solitaire
white pantaloons. Great heavens! I thought;
what shall I do? I would not have awakened
my folks at that time for fourteen dollars; for
my mother was a strict Quakeress, always
went to bed at nine o’clock, and never allowed
me to remain out later than ten o'clock. I was
so strnck with dismay that I ordered a dead
halt. Just at that moment a gentleman came
in the opposite direction, and who should I rec
ognize but Miss Pauline’s brother, Harry. We
were very intimate, and, after friendly greet
ings, I briefly explained my dilemna and said I
was going to a hotel to spend the night. He at
once urged me to return home with him and
sleep at his house; said they had “lots of room,”
etc. After considerable ooaxing I consented,
and we went to his home, and his mother being
particular, too, we softly went in, he having his
key. I believe we carried our shoes upstairs in
our hands. All the family including the fair
Pauline, had gone to bed. He took me to his
room and I soon fell asleep, dreaming of his be
witching sister.
It seemed to me that I had not slept over sev
en minutes before I heard a voice—and whoev
er owned that voice ought to be purchased by
the Government and used as a frog-horn—•
screaming near my door: “Pauline! Peuline!
Get up! Get right up!” I looked around, it was
broad daylight. Just then I heard a big clock
strike. I counted; eight o’clock! As Harry was
soundly sleeping, evidently being accustomed
to this din, and as we, the night before, had
agreed not to get up before nine o’clock, I gave
a turn and soon fell again into a gentle slnmber.
I had not, it appeared to me, been there over
three seconds before that awful voice struck
terror to my soul. “Pauline! Pauline! Come,
get up! It’s awful, your lying this late every
morning! Get up! It’s nine o’clock! Get up,
you lazy girl! Get up!” Then I heard a tremen
dous yawn in an adjacent apartment, and a
sleepy voice, which I-recognized as my energet
ic five o’clock a. m. fair friend’s vocal effort,
said: “Good gracious, mother, you never will
let a body sleep! It’s heathenish to up this ear
ly!”
Ah! can I ever believe a girl again?
Elik Adams.
Personals.
Gen. H. D. Clayton, of Barbour, is the favor
ite candidate for Governor with the people of
Southeast Alabama. He is a noble man.
It is currently reported that Miss Annie Louise
Cary, the “queen of song,” will purchasea house
in Portland, Maine, and hereafter pass her vaca
tions there.
Tilden received his LL. D. from Yale in 1875,
and his name appears for the first time this year
because this is the first triennial catalogue that
has been published since the honorary degree
was conferred.
Thomas Ball, the sculptor, is at work in Flor
ence, Italy, upon the model of the proposed stat
ue of Charles Sumner, to be erected in Boston.
The model will be shipped to the United States
this fall.
Captain Jonathan Walker, the hero of Mr.
Whittier’s poem of “The Man with the Branded
Hand,” is living in extreme poverty in a forlorn
shanty on Black Lake, Michigan. He is seven
ty-nine years old.
Assayer Eckfeldt, of the Philadelphia Mint,
was appointed by Mr. Lincoln to succeed hia
father, who in turn was appointed by General
Jackson to succeed his father, who was appoint
ed by General Washington.
The proprietors of the Arlington Hotel, Wash
ington, authorize a denial of the statement that
ex-Secratary Belknap has left them in the lurch
in the matter of a board bill. They say “the
General has always paid his bills,” and is one
of their most welcome guests.
It no doubt reminded President Hayes of the
venerable verses about the spider and the fly.
But he did not walk into Mr. Blaine’s parlor,
The invitation was declined with as much gush
as accompanied the giving of it. How pleasant
are these sweet amenities of politics!
William Beach Lawrence gave a dinner to Gen
eral McClellan at Newport, last week, and among
the guests were George H. Pendleton and his
wife. Although McClellan and Pendleton ran
for President and Vice President together in 1864
they had previously met but once aud their wives
had never seen each other before.
Among those mentioned for the vacant Attor
ney Generalship of Virginia, are Maj. John W.
Daniel, ot'Lynchburg; Maj. Chas. S. Stringfellow,
of Petersburg; Gen. Fields, of Culpepper; Capt.
P. W. McKinney, of Farmville; John L, Marye,
Esq., of Fredericsburg; Col. D. J. Godwin, of
Portsmouth; and Hon. John F. Lay, of Rich
mond.
One of the largest women in the world, Fan
nie Wallace, died in Ephrata, Pa., a few days
ago. . She was fifty-four years old, seven feet
four inches in height, and weighed five hundred
and eighty-five pounds. The coffin was seven
feet eight inches in length, three feet six inches
in depth, four feet wide at the centre and two
feet wide at the foot.
Frank B. Carpenter, the artist, has sold his
picture of “Signing the Proclamation of Eman
cipation” to a wealthy lady, a warm admirer of
Mr. Lincoln, who, it is said, proposes to present
the picture to the government for permanent
exhibition in the National Capitol. The price
paid was $25,000.
Mr. Spofford, the Congressional Librarian,
has been seeking for a long time for a com
plete set of “Peter Parley’s Tales” for the Libra
ry of Congress. Strange as the circumstance
may appear, the search has thus far brought
to light no one who has kept together the sto
ries of one of the best known .of American au
thors.
If we pity the good anil weak man who suffers
underservedly, let us deal very gently with him
from whom misery extorts not only tears, but
shame—let us think humbly and charitably of the
human nature that suffers so sadly and falls so
low. Whose turn may it be to-morrow? What
weak heart, confident before trial, may not suc
cumb under temptation invincible.