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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