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THOUGHT IS FREE.
BY CHARLES W. HCBNKR.
Poor Tom—A Photograph. Who will Lecture this Winter.
Thank God that thought ti free!
What power can bind
The potent mind *
What hand, but God'a, control* it* destiny ?
O'er peace and strife,
O’er Death and Life,
It reign*, • tar-crowned, enthroned eternally.
Blind Snperstition's ire
In til tile rage,
May r*nd the page
Geniu* illumine* with celestial dr*;
Yet none the leu
The light will bleu
The world, and ahine the Age* to inspire.
C*n*t thou debar
Son, moon and (tar
From their bright throne*, or quench the beam* they
pour !
Cu>*t thou decree
The stormy Sea
Shall eease to rare, and smite th* fronting shore ?
Do this, and only then
Couldst thou aspire
To quench the Are
And (tar-bright mind that gnideth men;
Or rule the sea
of Soul—the free
Sternal empire of the tongue and pen!
From God the mind's enfrankment* come.
Without rutraint,
Witiouta taint—
As dew-drop* pure, down lily leave* that run;
We get the boon ,
A* Earth her bloom.
When softly glow* the young Spring's wooing sun.
Thank God for free-born Thought,
Heaven's fairest dower!
Th’ immortal power
That proves the soul celestlslly begot;
Wherein we are
God-llke, and share
His sovereign essence with our human lot.
FALL DRESSES.
What made of and How made.
I>B*S8 MATSBIAL.
The majority of dress fabrics are of wool, mixed
with more or less silk, while some are wholly of
wool, and others of silk prepared in the manner of
the raw material used in the well known Algerine
stuff. The woollen stuffs are generally known as
camel's-hair cloths, and are of heavy body but
soft texture, dashed with one or more colors, as
in the Knickerbocker and Spitsbergen cloths; or
set with dots or knots, usually in the woof, but in
some varieties in the warp. These dots are gen
erally in white, black, a lighter or a darker shade
than the ground of the material; while in some
instances there is an intermingling of Sashing
colors in dashes or splatches, or sprinkled as thick
ly as if from a sand-box.
COLORS.
Black will continue the standard dress, when
elegance with economy and convenience are re
garded; while colors will be more generally adopt
ed this season than for many years. The distinc
tive colors of the season are the Florentine bronze,
a peculiar shade of greenish brown; garnet, currant,
and maroon of the dark reds; navy, marine, plum
and prune color of the blues; invisible, myrtle and
dragon's green; nut and pain bruit brown; and
all the grays and dark neutrals for morniDg, din
ner, and general wear; ardent, tilltul, ivory, and
cream white, pale cendrts, flesh and pale rose pink,
gscfbiae, eav de Nile, a long line of very delicate
jatstot tints, end the pale neutrals for evening; with
the Fe«u»e, volgan, and geranium reds, old and
new gold, canary and lemon yellow, and bright
greens and blues for trimming-
TBR PRINCBS8B.
The princesse style of dressmaking is the dis
tinguishing, and decidedly the most notable in the
models sent out from Paris and Berlin. In essen
tial points it differs very little from that of the
summer. In some instances the centre seam of
the back is slashed to the line of the hips, and
the train set in large side plaits which flow out
at the bottom like an unfolded fhn. The skirt is
trimmed at the foot across the front and aide gores
with one or more knife- plaitings to the depth of
eight or ten inches, and above are plaoed clusters
of old-fashioned bias folds, about an inch and a
half wide, sometimes edged with narrow plaiting
or fringe.
Turreted scallops, confining lengthwise side-
plaitings, are set on the line of the side gores, and
form pockets; while the train, generally plain, is
bridled back by a wide sash set low, and tied in an
immense bow, with comparatively short ends. The
printout dress is fastened both straight and dia
gonally in front, and when diagonally more fre
quently on the right than the left side. In soma
cases the neck is cn turplice, and finished with a
rolled collar filled in with lace or ruching of crepe
lisse. A combination of materials is seen in almost
every dress shown, and piping of some conspicu
ous shade or of contrasting color appears in the
seams and otherwise as a finish. The Breton prin-
teste dress has the distinguishing plastron front;
on rich silk dresses it is of elegant Jacquard vel vet;
or richly embroidered with jet, tlair de lime, or
mordone (gold-brown) beads.
Row in tho Royal Family.
[ Lendon Correspondence Chicago Journal.]
There is evidently an awful rsw in the Royal
family. The newspapers are tolerably quiet about
it, but It is the common talk of the town, and has
got into some of the foreign journals. I men
tioned recently that th* Prince of Wales went to
the Goodwood races for a week, just at the time
when his eldest son was lying dangerously ill
from the same disease which nearly carried him
self off a few years ago. Well, he has not been
back since, although the child has had a relapse,
and is still not out of danger. The races on land
over, then came the yachting races at Cowes, and
the Prince being a competitor naturally had to
be on the spot. But they are also orer, and, in
stead of coming home to his wife and children, we
learn from last evening,.* papers that on Tuesday
evening last the Prince arrived in one of the royal
yachts at Ostend, and was about making a round
of visits. And now comes the odd part of the
story. On that very day his wife’s father, the
King of Denmark, arrived privately in London,
was met by his daughter at Charing Cross railway
station, and drove at once to Marlborough House,
where he has remained in entire privacy ever since.
The Queen is at Osborne, but he has not been to
see her, nor is he likely to do so, for she is now
packing up, and starts in a day or two for Scot-
' land. In the meantime, queer items from the
French newspapers mention a mysterious visit
lately paid by the Prince to an out-of-the-way
French town in company that may be guessed,
but i8not named. Altogether it is .evident there
is something rotten, if not in Denmark, in the
King of Denmark's daughter’s house in Pall
Mall.
“You jist ought to have been over to our house
last night!'’ shouted one small boy to another on
the Campus Martins yesterday. “Why—making
pictures?” inquired the other. “Naut much! Hump!
No, sir; our folks went away, and we had pop corn,
two kinds of sweetened water, milk and camphor,
i drew the dog around in the table cloth, and the hir-
*ed girl told us eight ghost stories.”
What a restless eager-eyed, uncomfortable mor
tal this was 1 and how naturally his friends saddl
ed him with that unfortunate epithet “ Poor
i Tom ! ” They used it oflenest, too, when his
schemes were the grandest and his hopes highest
on the wing.
“Poor Tom is making his fortune again;”
“ Poor Tom has hit it this time,” they would say
with such gentle pleasantry as poor Tom himself
could scarcely have resented. No one was ever
hard on him. He was spoken of, at the worst,
with a sort of indulgent pity. It is true that he
did “ hit it” sometimes, and gloriously; but those
who knew his history thought it might have been
better had he missed it always, for his good luck
only served to set'new snares and dig new pitfalls
for his unwsry feet.
Suocess snd fortune were his watchwords, and
never was man so persuaded that*the world was hit
oyster. He was an inventor—not because he de
lighted in mechanics, but because by this door men
have entered into wealth. Conceits that another
and saner man would have blown away with the
breath of a laugh, entered into his brain, and cam*
forth physical marvels. It is said, by those who
should know, that some of these inventions found
their way to the shelves of the Patent Offiice,
Certain it is that they have never been heard of
elsewhere.
Poor Tom was a merchant also—not for love of
traffic, but because there have been merchant-prin
ces ; and debt and disaster ended that phase. He
was an editor—a zealous, prejudiced, partisan
sledge-hammer, one-idead sort of an editor, and
might have lived and died triumphant in that
career, but—we know the fable of the dog who
dropped the substance for the shadow—he saw
something more brilliant, mere enticing, this poor
dog of a man, and let meat and fame go down the
stream. Failure never daunted bias, for the new
prospect was ever opening before the last closed
He learned nothing by experience. His hope ever
lighted up fresh vistas. Ths past was to him a
dull and barren book. Only on the pages of the
future spread those pictures in which his fancy
reveled. It was nothing to him that he oarried
others with him to his ruin. Mother, sisters,
wife, children, too-confiding friends—one and all
were to be enriched by his dawning fortunes, and
live with him in a heaven of prosperity thence
forth forever.
Then, too, there was self-esteem, and his belief
in himself extended to every affair of life. Nothing
was too difficult for him to undertake; nothing
could fall short of his anticipations. His wishes
were facts accomplished. An affectionate dispo
sition had poor Tom, especially where the gentler
sex was concerned. In his early days he loved
every pretty girl he met, and, indeed, he never
changed much in that respect, only that latterly he
called his affection fatherly. Yeung or old, he
never suffered the sorrows of concealment. His
vows and promises were poured like water, and
the habit got Tom into trouble more than once.
Another man in such predicaments would have
been called a scoundrel, but he was only follow
ing the impulse of organisation. At leagth one
woman avenged the rest. Tom’s first matrimonial
venture was a speculation not to be ignored or
laid upon the Bhelf, and it was pretty well known
that the wife who had won her husband by virtue
of superior tenacity was a perpetual thorn in his
side.
Tom’s disposition, however, was hard on wives.
It wore out two more after this first, and then Tom
began to wear out himself—not that he was in the
least aWre of the fact. Rheumatism and all the
messengers of old age warned him in vain, and
death at last took him by surprise. He eould not
believe that he must go before he hsd brought his
last new scheme to a triumpant close.
He was a sanguine man—poor Tom ! Had he
been a sanguinary one he could scarcely have been
more of an enemy to all connected with him. His
life was a long, hot, wearing, turbulent fever, and
now “ poor Tom’s a’cold.”
Hareiit Ibtibq.
Fort Ogden, Fla.
A Second Paradise—Goverment Lands
For Entry,
Florida, the only state in the Union where the
tropical frnita can be eultirated successfully,
and the only portion of the world in whioh they
can be cultivated where man enjoys the liberty
and health that we do here, has exeited the at
tention of tourists and capitalists from the green
hills of Maine to where the waves wash the
golden strands of California.
We beg the attention of your many readers to
a description of Fort Ogden and the surround
ing country. Leaving Judge N. H. Decoster’s
Guava grove, that is now laden with golden
fruit, situated on the head of Charlotte Harbor,
you enter the month of a beautiful stream,
known as Pease creek, rnnning through a valley
from two to four miles wide, covered with a
growth of timber beyond description, a aoil
equal in strength to that of the Arkansas or any
outer tributary of the Mississippi.
This land is still subject to homestead orentry
and all it requires is capital to convert it into
the finest fruit and vegatable growing land in
Florida. As you ascend this enchanted stream,
the most common observer will be attracted by
tbs beautiful plants, scattered over the vine-clad
banks, shaded by the lofty broad leaf palmetto.
Beyond the valley you sometimes catch the
glimpse of the deep pine forest.
The higher you asend, the more beautiful
the scene becomes, and as you listen to the
sweet notes of mooking-birds, one almost thinks
himself in a Paradise. Fort Ogden is pleasantly
situated on Pease creek about eight miles from
the Harbor; and, although it has no rail road at
the present, it has good water communications.
This little town is improving rapidly. A large
boarding bouse has just been completed, and
several other buildings are being erected.
There are three stores, a Post Office, a school
house and a Methodist and a Baptist church.
We, alsojhave a splendid excursion Kitty, whose
boat, the white sails are now gently waving in
the air, inviting travelers to take a “ fair scout ”
on the sea.
If this is not the exact looation of the “ foun-
taia of youth,” it is not surpassed by any other
portion’of Flroida for raising oranges and other
tropical fruits; and, allow me again to call your
attention to the fact this land can now be home
steaded or entered while in Oregon and other
countries it is held at an immense price.
Those intending to settle in Florida should
not fail to come and satisfy themselves of the
advantages of Foat Ogden before locating else
where.
While the fruit trees on the St. John’s river
were severely injured by cold last winter, the
most tender plants remained uninjured at this
place.
James M. Glass.
Ft. Ogden, August oth, 1877.
Remarkable Case of Mrs. Smith.
The case of Mrs. Angeline Smith, of Marlboro,
Mass, who was so nearly murdered by her nephew
with an ax in 1874, is exciting interest among med
ical men. Her skull was cut open to th* brain in
three places, but she has gradually improved until
now she is in vigorous health, although the wounds
have never healed. The brain is exposed so that
its pulsatisns can be watched; pieces of bone shat
tered by the ax, are still working out, and suppur
ation, which has always been supposed to be an in
evitable cause of death, goes on constantly.
Theodore Tilton is back from his European trip,
and, of course after the manner of all tourists,
will hare to make public his “ impressions. ” He
will lecture on the “ old world and the new ”
Mark Twain will not lecture this season. He
says he has reformed forever. Eli Perkins lec
tured one hundred and thirty times last winter,
and travelled thirty-nine thousand miles more
than Theodore Tilton travelled last season. Per
kins’ last lecture was in Brigham Young’s theatre
with Birgham Young and five wivee in the box.
Nasby, Twain .and Perkins arewell endowed.
Nasby owns the Toledo Blade, Twain owns a hun
dred thousand dollar reaidence in Hartford and Eli
Perkinr lives in an elegant brown-stone, house, 463
Fifth Avenue.
Ben Butler refuses to lecture, and so does An-
na Dickinson. Miss Dickinson will devote herself
to the stage exclusively, and the platform will
lose one of the most eloquent lady lecturers this
country has produced.
Miss Susan B. Anthony will talk about Women’s
Rights; Mrs. Livsrmors will talk about Our
Girls, ” and Ann Elisa, whom the courts have
decided was not Brigham Young's nineteenth wife,
will continue to pitch into ths prophst and raise
her voice against polygamy.
John B. Gough will continue to talk about
“ Blunders ” and “ Temperance. ” The great
temperance advocate is getting old and rather
feeble. During the summer Mr. Gough spends :
his time on his wonderful farm near Worcester,
Mass. His neighbors say his vegetables eost sven
mors than those of William M. Everts. Mr. Grealy
used to raise corn that oost him $3 par bushel.
When he counted the ears of oorn fed te a fat heg,
he found the luxurious animal cost him $200.
Mr. Gough is vary rieh.
James T. Fields has twelve lectures for this
ssason; subjects—“ Charlss Lamb, ” “ Christopher
North, ” Alfred Tennyson, ” and Sidney Smith. "
Wendell Phillip will only lecture this winter
where he can run back to Boston the same night.
Mr. Phillips says hs begins to feel the weight of
years, (three-»eore,) that hs has enough of this
world's goods, snd is now glad to leave the lecture
field to younger aspirants. Mr. Phillips, some
times called the “ great Boston soold, ” at others
“ the silver-tongued orator, ” with Wiliam Loyd
Garrison, Oliver Wendell Holmes and George W.
Curtis, is the reteran of the platform. Wendell
Puhillips is a wealthy man, paying taxes on $250
000
WILL IT PAY!
A Lady’s Rebuke.
BT S. A. D.
Pleasant Gossip.
About People and Things.
As I came into Saratoga, there at the entrance
stood th* burly John Morrissey, the presiding
genius of ths villags of Saratoga and ownsr of the
course. Neatly dressed in a suit of pearl-grey
tweed, a large single-stone diamond stud blazing in
his shirt front like the head»light of a locomotive,
his features softened by a welcoming smile as his
vigilant eye sweptthe scene, he looked like an
amiable bull-dog Later in the day I passed him as
he was stuffing a bulky roll of greenbacks in his
breast pocket, the receipts of the day. He was
probably thinking of New York and its winter
delights as he hummed, with a faint approximation
to the tune,
'* There’s a land that is taro than this,"
Driving through the Park late the other after
noon, we met William H. Vanderbilt sitting in a
road wagon behind two well-looking horses, and
appearing deoidedly “ done jap,” so far as might
be judged from his stooping/posture, and the fact
that his coat-collar way turt^up around his neck
as though he had been indulging ia violent exer
cise, and feared the air, after being' over-heated.
He looked indeed as wilted as a splendidly-robust
man, with a strong go-ahead countenance and a
healthy frame possibly could. It was not until
the next morning that, reading the papers, we found
that the great railroad president was returning, in
the clear September afternoon, from Fleetwood
Park, whera his new team, Small Hopes (what’s
in a name f) and Lady Mac, had been makiBg the
fastest tims on record, having trotted a mile in
2:23. From “ the street ” to the turf is an easy
transition, and Mr. Vanderbilt has an invaluable
requisite, it would appear.
At the Lyceum, in one of the boxes, on the first
night of the powerful melodrama, “ Under the
Willows, ” sat Mrs. Emily Thorne Chamberlian,
the wife of John Chamberlian, the gambler. She
is still a superbly handsome woman, and her ele
gant attira and superb jewels showed no indica
tions of her husband’s recent reverses. But, then,
what is a bankrupt nowadays? To my knowledge
one who went through that idle form has been
living on the fat—wretched metaphor! lean is
■icer!—of the land all summer, and a gentleman
similarly gazetted not long ago I recognized as a
gilded youth who, at a watering-place hotel, re
cently made every man ia the room pledge him in
goblets—goblets' not trifling glasses —of the choi
cest champagne.
Money generally makes the man, but Worth
makes the woman. Not the ex-Empress Eugenie
herself, the original and never-to-be-forgotten
contriver of erinoline pettiooats, beautiful as she
was in full imperial toilet, furbelowed, flounced,
slashed, trinmed, rigged, jeweled, powdered, puff
ed, painniered, ruffled, pulled-back and cut bias,
ever looked more regally perfect than these queens
of stage toileting, Mrs. Florence, Mrs. John T.
Raymond and Miss Granger. The latter throws
her whole soul into her costumes where the part
admits of it, and if she throws as much in Juliet
it will be worth an evening at Ford’s, and, as the
menageries say, “ Double the price of admis
sion. ”
A lady once conversing, recommended to a friend
The perusal of a book, kindly offering to lend
Her only copy; aaying, “lam sure yon‘11 like It too.
And the hour* pass’d in reading it will ne'er he loat to
yon.”
He panted awhile, at if in thought, bnt deigned at laat to
aay;
“Thank yon, I'va ao little time, bat—tell me, will it
pay f"
“Not in dollar*, centi, or mill*, air,” indignantly she
cried.
“ But with a greater intereet yet, worth ail of these be
side.
In feelings high snd holy—in emotions pare and true —
Can payment, I deem priceleaa, be valneieaa to yon !
If ao, forgive my ignorance of your great wealth, I pray.
For after all, perhapa you're right, to yon it will not pay
“ It will not pay in foreign bond*, nor yet in ten per
centa;
It nothing sayi of stock in bank, and leaa perhapa of
rents;
Tet still th* time spent thus Is neither profitless or vain.
For more than aixty dayi from date, I’ll prove th* product
gain.
Of Interest it speaks not, at addition’* not an fait,
By yoar rale* of calculation, I fear it will not pay.”
Not many days elapsed, ere the gentleman began
To fear he had not aeted on hia usual prudent plan.
That la to keep all that he had. to takeall be-could get.
So mem'ry of the preferred book was mingled with regrst.
He thought alas! of many an hour, idly thrown away,
While conacienc* answer’d o’er and o’er the question did
it payt
So when they mat again, he said, “ Friend, I've changed
my mind,
I hope to read that book of your* a little time to find;
Say how aoon may I send for it ? I’ve quit* impatient
grown.”
••Indeed? I’m sorry, for,” said ahe, “I’ve now no book
to loan.
I offer'd you," continued she, “ amusement for a day—
I'll not commit the tolly twice, or fancy it wiH pay.
“ A compliment yon surely pay to my literary taste.
Implying that the timt spent thus, would be a mournful
waite:
Forgetting that the heart craves food, aa well as mind or
brain.
The keenest aword need! oil sometimes, to ward off rnst
and stain.
If every hour yon spend is, In your judgment, thrown
away.
Unless it yields yon worldly wealth, then snrely 't will not
pay.
Bnt perhaps yon may remember a proverb beard in yon th.
So frill of warning to the man, who feels ere long its
trnth.
I fear 'tls somewhat bold In me, to tax your precious time.
Wish but the repetition of a simple nnrs’ry rhyme:
‘ He that will not when he may, when he will he shall
have nay.’
Take home the proverb, never aek, in future, will it pay ?
Personals.
A Tribute of Affection to Departed
Worth.
Beloved Mary:
" Tbon sleepest .’—deep and dreamlessis thy slnmber.
Thon wilt not waken when the morning breakest,
No—time a weary catalogue shall number
Of vanished years, ere thon again awakesL ’’
In the quiet resting place assigned to the dead,
lies the beloved form of Mary Blanchard. Even
yet on that cold cheek, I fancy there linger those
radiant smiles, sweet as the roses, which in future
days, shall bloom on her consented tomb. Sel
dom has it been the privilege of friendship and
affection to notice the death of one whose charac
ter combined so many amiable qualities. To the
world her many virtues were but feebly displayed.
But in the sanctuary of home and the fire-side,
n the intimaces of personal friendship, there shone
with transcendent lustre those matchless graces
and amiable virtues which impart such loveliness
to female character. She cherished a meek, quiet
and forgiving temper. Her purity of purpose
and the superior qualities of mind won for her the
homage of almost every heart. And now, “ To
Mary in Heaven, ” enrapturing thought, must be
ascribed all those delightful memories that linger
around that endearing name. Yes, she is gone
from mother dear, and brother loved, and father
adored; but the loveliness of they character and
the elevation of thy many virtues, now transplanted
to more congenial climes, shall “ allure us to
brighter worlds” as thine own angelic Spirit has
already “ led the way. ”
A Fribkd.
Country children who want to earn some money
should hear of the little girl in the Delaware Val
ley, who gathered and sold last fall over two hund
red dollars' worth of autumn leaves.
Pen Droppings.
BY L. L. Y.
A man now and then, perhaps a woman more
frequently, is willing to forego all ostentation for
the sake of the sweet oonscionsness of discharg
ing faithfully the duties of the station to which
Providence has assigned them. Such a life of
self-negation lived Albert, the husband of Queen
Victoria. He was placed in a position of Buoh
delicacy that only the rarest tact could save him
from obloquy and detraction. His wife, who
was vastly bis inferior in intellect, and his sub
ordinate by the laws of God, Van by a fiction of
human law his superior, and the country won.an
and sovereign of a people morbidly jealous of
anything like foreign interference. He could
be powerful only by esohewing everything like
display of power. Fully apprehending the dif
ficulties of the position, he marked out his
course and followed it unswervingly. He made
up his mind to be known only as the Queen’s
husband, to be the power behind the throne
without having his influence recognized and to
do all the good he could, tor no other reward than
the pleasure of doing it. The world now ac
knowledges that he was a great man, and noth
ing gives us a higher opinion of his greatness
than his quiet abstinence from all parade of
power.
Brigham Young is dead, ieaving widows connt-
ed by the dozen and wealth estimated by the
millions, Though one of the greatest imposters
and wiokedest of men, he lived and died, pow
erful, prosperous, and to all appearances happy.
They who claim to believe in retributive justice
in this life, find in this career a hard matter to
digest, Few men have ever been more mischiev
ous or more persistent in wrong doing; yet few
have been more successful in carrying out the
schemes of their ambition. It is a humiliating
reflection that the credulity of mortals should
make the gross impostor a readier means of at
taining fame and fortune than gifts of intellect
or moral excellence.
Here is an old quatrain, the exact wording of
which we have forgotten, which tells us that a
certain town in Europe is washed by the Rhine
and asks what “washes the Rhrine?” The idea
is one which occurs to us often. We think of it
when we have fathers who drink and gamble,
lie and steal proposing or claiming to bring np
sons to be honest men. We think of it when
we hear of legislators who are willing to sell their
oaths, their votes and anything but their places,
proposing to punish corruption. We think of
it when we hear preachers, who are themselves
consumed by a greed for gain, lecturing their
flocks on worldly-mindedness. Ah! there is
much washing of things in dirty water attempted
in this world of ours.
The astronomer who sweeps the heavens with
mighty glass, looks out upon the stars with the
enthusiasm of science, searching among them
with cold, calculating eyes for proof of some the
ory which he has proponnded, and striving to
glean from their silent coursings some hints of
ages pasts. But to the shepherd who watches
his flock by night, these glittering orbs are
aglow with poetry, if not with life. They are
his companions as he stands with ear attentive
to the faintest sound of threatening to his charge.
He may not know their names, and cares little
for their distances or period of revolution. But
he knows the times of their risings and settings,
and requires no chronometer of man’s make to
tell him what of the night The bands of Orion
and the sweet influence of the Pleiades move him
as they did the Idumean ruins three thousand
years ago, to praise the great Architect who
swung them out on the celestial vault. He is
not wise enomgh, however to discover in "these
spheres anything to suggest a doubt of bis Mak
er’s existence.
We do not know that any one really finds a
pleasure in being dissatisfied; but many seem to
realize some pleasure from complaining. Some
persons cannot commend anything without a re
servation. If they assent to your common place
observation that it is a fine day, they will coup
le it with au apprehension that it will rain soon.
If they agree that there has been a fine rain,
they will urge that it has washed the land badly.
Admitting a man^ talenlthey will insist that he
is conceited, or a woman's beauty, they will claim
that she is vain. In a word, they had rather be
nothing, than not critical, and in their opinion,
criticism is fault-finding.
Alabama journals report that the cotton is open
ing more rapidly than ever befere known.
Lulu, the female gymnast, has twins.
Thomas Jefferson's birthplace. Shad well, Albe
marle county, Virginia, is advertised for sale.
John T. Ford, of Baltimore, ia now the oldest
theatrical manager in the country.
An English Baptist has offered five thousand
dollars toward the establishment of a Baptist
missionary society in Central Africa.
Wendell Phillips, the workingmen's candi
date for Governor of Massachusetts, is worth »
quarter of a million. He is one of those work
ingmen who labors with his chin.
Princess Charlotte, of Germany, is shortly to
be married to the Prince of Minengen, and her
good grandmother, Queen Viotoria, will, it is re
ported, go to Berlin to witness the ceremony.
Mbs. Louisa Lawsob was sentenced n few days
ago to be hanged Got. 30 for the murder of ker
husband in Roekingham county, V*., March 15,
1875. The address of the Judge was so patheiie
that the prisioner alone seemed unaffected.
Thb editor of the Cynthiana, Kentucky, Demo
crat exhibits with pridea quilt of worsted p tek-
work made by himself when fourteen years old.
It contains 12,000 pieoes, and has taken four pre
miums at fairs, beating a total of about one hun
dred ladies.
A obntlbman of Hawkinsvillf has purohaeed »
beautiful spotted fawn which he intends to offer
as a special premium to the prettiest unmarried
lady in attendance at the Houst n county fair.
This is as it should be—a pretty little dear for
the prettiest little dear.
Asa Howill, of Wilson, North Carolina, aged
sixty, has just married his fifth wife, a modest
maiden of twenty-six. He went over the hill to
the poor house to get her and brought her thenee.
W. G. McAdoo, well known in Southern literary
and civil circles, has removed from Milledgevile,
Ga„ to Knoxville, Tenn. He holds, at the latter
place, a position ss instructer in the East Tennessee
University and the State Industrial College.
1b Louisiana county, Virginia, last week, a Mis*
Kunckles died after a painful illness. Her sister
came into the room where the body was lying and
threw herself upon the bed in a paroxysm of grief,
and, as was supposed at the time, fainted. When her, ft
friends made an effort to revive her it was found '
that she was dead.
Two young men, named Joseph E. Johnston and
Fitxhugh Lee, are learning the machine trade in
the Pennsylvania railroad machine shops at Altoo
na. They are nephews of the Confederate officers
of that name.
Hampton has received from some Irish gentle
men of this city, among whom Mr. John W. Rice,
a splendid blackthorn stick, is imported from Ire
land. The cane is of good size, and beautifully
knotted. Around it near the top, is a heavy silver
bandeau, whic'- displays in the center a harp or
namented with shamrock leaves, and bearin • the
date 1877. Above the harp is the inserption “Deton
decas addit avilo,” which translated reads; “He
aids honor to ancestral honors.” Below the harp
is another inscription: “An Irish twig for the
Home Rule Governor of South Carolina.’’
A Casi whbrb Ionoranci is Bliss.—James A.
Bliss, the Philadelphia Spiritualist whose materi
alizing seances were investigated by the Philadel
phia Times and shown to be fraudulent, writes to
the leading Spiritualistic organ, the Chicago Re-
ligo-Philosophical Journal, to ask a suspension of
opinion till he can present his side of the case, and
the Journal says that “If Mr. Bliss is innocent, his
course is plain, his duty clear; he will at onoe in
stitute legal proceedings and have the courts pass
judgment upon the matter at the earliest moment.
If he canpurge himself and family of the charges
made by the Times, his fortune is made.” The Phil
adelphia Spiritualists’ Committee of investigation,
by the way, has declared that the case against
Bliss is fully established.
The Basis of Good.
The underlying truth or basis of all good to
man is justice. When justioe prevails, the re
sult is harmony. The predominance of discord,
hate and war, is evidence that justice has been
ignored.
A government is strong in proportion to the
harmony that prevails. Discord engenders war.
Harmony is peace. A government, advantage
ous to one portion of the people and detrimen
tal to another, is a never failing source of dis
cord. The song of liberty may be sang, but the
want of acts of government in harmony there
with strips it of its melody; whilst the powers
that be, are themselves enfeebled by antagon
isms which injustice has engendered.
The great truths in nature are ever in unison
with themselves—ever the same—yesterday, to
day, and forever. If we comprehend their force;
and in the conduct of our lives, we act in har
mony therewith, the whole purpose of life—its
hightest and noblest aims and enjoyments will
be realized; whilst on the other hand, if nature’s
truths are disregarded, or not understood, the
life, subject to calamities thereby engendered i>
not worth living.
Nature is ever ready to discourse melody; and
when we touch the right chord, it never fails to
respond. The constancy and harmony of na
ture's laws affords an unvarying source of en
joyment, through a recognition of its truths and
forces. Nature’s law governs the whole range
of our relations, social, political and religions;
is evidence of confliot with truths and harmo
nies—is evidence of the prevalence of ignorance
and its never failing consequence—error and
suffering.
Peace and fraternity, justice and liberty, ara
the recompense only of enlightened man.
Wisdom has no confliot with itself, nor does
it engender conflicts between man and maa. It!
seeks every opportunity to arrest the progress of
error.
It returns not evil for evil. It interposes
when hands are uplifted in shedding blood. It
comes as the light to point the way, when man,
in the midst of darkness, wreck and rain—over
whelmed by the consequences of his own ignor
ance and folly, looks up for sympathy, and calls
fjr he'p.
Wisdom points to justice a3 the wav, an I to
moderation as the anchor of safety. WisIoju is
ever just, and jastica begses moloraciou, aul
moderation harmony.
Protfiing by the light ofexperienoe, m it there
not be groan is for hope that the futara of min
will be guided by wisdom; that justice and mod
eration will prevail, and that concord, harmony
and happiness, will then abide ever more.
A HsART-BaoK** Gooss.—Tne following story
is reproduced on the authority of the Des Moines
(Ia.) Register: Yesterday morning several geese
were in the road in front of Wells’ livery stable.
Among them were two that were particularly in
timate. They were constantly together an i appar
ently the closest cronies. Wnile they were near
the middle ot the road a wagon cams along and
ran over one of the chums. It fell, uuabte to rise,
writhing with pain. The other instaatly ran to it,
dressed his plumage with its bill, and fiaally stood
a moment looking at its dying mate. Then, as if
satisfied that it was injured beyond recall,lay down
by its side and died. The goose that had been run
over died a few moments later.
The Baroness Burdett-Coutts is a practical sym
pathizer. She has just given $ o, OJ) more to the
Turkish compassionate fund, makingflQ, 000
INSTINCT PRINT