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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.