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Georgia and the Georgians. seas, and was captured by Russia in 1800, Russian Georgia has 28,000 geographic square miles. The soil in the valleys is of great fertil ity; the climate, mild and delightful. All the cereals, maize, hemp, flax, wine, cotton, and unlimited quantities of exquisite fruit, are the rich products of Russian Georgia. The natives are of the Caucasian race, and as murh celebrated as the Circasians for the ath letic forms of the men and beauty of the women. Had we been describing modern American Georgia in the same particulars, we should have used the same words, so remarkably identical are the two countries in soil, climate, produc tions, and the physical character oi their people. But American Georgia and her chief city are allied with another classic association, more cu rious and interesting than that of the Russian.^ • * Atlanta ” is derived from the Latin “Atlantis,” the name of the pre-historic Queen Isle of the Atlantic Ocean, situated in the vicinity of the West India Islands, the Gulf of Mexico and the seacoast of Georgia. YV e 'have the authority of Plato, Diodorus Siculus, and subsequent jdul writers on the-ancient history, that such an j crowning glory of the siege and capture of island existed; that it was one of the finest and j jj ex { c0 —; a great city in the interior of a great most productive countries in the universe-pro- j and populous country—as part only of a eomb- . j j ne< j f Q r C e of twelve thousand troops; the most famous feat ot arms of the age. Th.ese. laurels menced taxing them heavily without represents- j a w tion in Parliament. The tax upon tea, among other stamp duties, was considered onerous. ! “Georgia” is a classic name, brought down Complaints were made, but not heeded. The to us by Persian historians from “Gourgistan j5 r jtj s h tea on shipboard in Boston harbor was Guorsten,” also “ Guorgistan,” a country situ- j ge j zed an( j cas t into the brine of the harbor—a ated near the centre of the present Russian pro- most unpalatable dish with British tea-drinkers, vinces, on the south side of the Caucasian and g0 0 ff en ded their cultivated tastes and re range, and now included in the Russian govern- vcd ( ed their stomachs as to induce them to ment of Tiflis. It is bounded south by an tbrea ten war on the colonists—always on the Armenian range, which separates the basin of a j er f for a fight with Indian or Englishman, the Koor from that of the Aras; west, by a Tbe resu j t was the declaration of American In branch of the Caucasus, forming part of the dependence of all the colonies of 1776, a mani- water-shed between the Caspian and the Black f est0 0 f W ar, the inauguration of the Revolution 1.0c aiwt wns nantnred bv Russia in 1800. an q the heroic participation of Georgia and Georgians in all the glorious and gloomy cam- j paigns of the seven years’ war, that finally cele brated colonial independence with bonfires and universal manifestations Of joy. But the path to independence was rugged and bloody, and Georgians endured and suffered | and reaped tbeir share of the gory booty. in 1778-9-80, Georgia was in the hands of the British troops. Savannah was captured by them December 20th, 1778, and the combined Ameri can and French armies were repulsed by the British in an attempt to retake it, with a loss of eleven hundred men to the allies. In 1838 the Cherokee Indians were removed to the Indian Territory, west of Arkansas, and the State then, for the "first time, became what she now is—free of foes, purely Georgian, and richly entitled; by her heroism and endurance, to the regal title of “ the Empire State of the South.” In the subsequent'war with Mexico, Georgia again fleshed her gallant blade, and brought laurels from the victorious fields of Monterey, | BUena Vista, Yera-Cruz', the National Bridge, and 1 . ' • • 1 P XV ' » J " A cal grains and vegetables, boundless pastures ind wide-spread torests, mines of numerous netals, hot and mineral springs; in a word, all hat could contribute to the comfort and refine- nent of life* * Her commerce flourished under i good government, which was divided into ten kingdoms and ruled over by as many sovereigns, ill descended fiom that stormy god of the seas, rjested on the happy brows of prosperous Geor gians until the great war of the Rebellion of the Southern states made manifest the soldierly qualities of her men the heroic faith and endur ance of her women, the latter of whom bated the hot breath of war with an unconquerable zeal j j.1 IUaiii A/iMTifwir onid if□ nonco II descended fiom that stormy god of the seas, \ and en thusiasm for their country and its cause, eptune, under whose central power they all j and fired tbe beart8 0 f their heroic fathers, hus- ved and moved and had their being, in perfect j hands and brothers until their : ambition for mil- Brmony with each other, though severally inde- slid tr, caHptui and akhonsh endent, as our United States. Atlantis had numerous splendid cities, to ;ether with a large number of rich and popu- itary glory was filled to satiety; and although vanquished from want and famine, and comp elled to retire before the .embodied forces of the Northern States, and all the hungry hordes of ous towns, villages and seaports. Her deep and European emigrants, who swelled the forces of afe harbors encircled her sea-girt borders, and | tbe Federalists—they retired from their battle- eceived the products of all the commercial ! flelds aD q the forums of diplomacy with their :ountries of that day. They had numerous for- j arrns and their honor untarnished, to receive at ifications, arstnals, and all the paraphernalia] *. Home, sweet home,” the crowning smiles and if a warlike people, capable of self-protection, fl ora i honors of the brave, intrepid, dauntless, nd of aggression, if necessary. j soul-inspiring women who fed and clothed, and Neptune was the emperor, legislator and prin- , wept anr i prayed for them without intermission ;ipal divinity of the island, and had a temple a j during all the bloody years of the most shame- ,tedium in length, ornamented with gold, silver I j egg aDd oppressive brutality of the enemy that ind ivory, and among the numerous statues ever £)j S g raC ed the soldiers’ epaulettes, or blast- vith which it was adorned was that of the god ed w j tb eternal infamy the cowardly Catalines limself, which was of gold, and so high that it of tb e North and the hordes of house burners, ouched the ceiling of the temple. He was | thieves and robbers that made horrible and in- represented as standing in a chariot and hold- j f erDa i “Sherman’s tramp to the sea through ng the reins of his flying steeds. j the heart of Georgia, when her heroic defend- Such are some ot the bright memories of I erg were at the front, in Lee’s Army ofVirginia, ;ormer days respecting the lost island of Atlan- : and tbe prou d but defenceless women of Georgia is—long since, by volcanic fires and floods, j were COK1 pelled, without arms in their hands, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.” | to bid utter defiance to the army of “inhuman , , u ' iramvs."’ blind to beauty—deaf to the wails of Admitting that Atlantis was situated in Ae At- wan £_ in8en8ible to the woes and tears of “God’s ar-ic ocean, we may point to the peculiar con , t0 men> " ormation of our continent, and e s ores ° oh ! what a wreck of humanity—what a sir- he Atlantic and borders of Georgia and Florida of crime> what a simoom 0 f brutality, what tnd the Gull of Mexico, w here t ^ e , Tol ° d nlc . a crimen lege majestatis was that tramp of Sherman mains and the formations o earth and ocean “ J C0D J ^ by brutal lorce , yet con- ith the fabled lava of the Gulf btream, indicate “ ’ 5 rev t . r 8 .i,L raC ed and debared quered and forever disgraced and. debared the social and chivalrous circles of Georgia and the Georgians, and of all the gifted pure and virtuous of the earth. If the sea did not open and swallow him, it was only to punish him with a living death. ” May all th’ infections that the sun encksup From bogs, fens, flats, npon them fall, and make them By inch-meal a disease 1 ..... “ Poison he their drink I Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest meat they take Their softest touch as smart as lizzard’s stings 1 Their music frightful as the serpent’s hiss ! And boding screech owls make their concerts full. But this army of criminals were still alive, and must live and move, and have a being; the knaves could not get rid of themselves. Fol lowed by the scorn of mankind they were com pelled to engage in new conspiracies against the peace and honor of the South. Unaccustomed to do right, devoid of honor, unfit to live or to die, crime was their necessity, and they de nounced the anathema maranatlia of excommun ication of the South from the family of American free states, and placed them under the military domination of their manumitted slaves and a viler hord of foreign mercenaries. For nine long and weary years Georgia and ie sinking at a remote period of a large tract f land, the place of which is now occupied by ae waters of the Gulf of Mexico and West In- ian Oceanica—a sinking occasioned by vol- jnic eruptions and the descent of a large vol- me ot water down the present valley of the l’ssissippi. The mountain-tops, the disjecta \tmbra, of this noted island still appear to view i the islands of the West Indian group, and he large continent known to be lying beyond itlar .is may have been none other than the .mr-ican; and the State of Georgia—evidently n elevation trom the ocean—the product in part f the destroyed Atlantis.* The mysterious nder-curren 1 of hot water known to flow deep own through the Gulf Stream, across the At- intic to the sho es of Spain and France, cre- ling mild climates there, and returning again ith the trade-winds on its breast, begotten as it s of the central volcanic fires of interior earth- 11 tend to convince the student of modern geol- gy ard marine geography that the bountiful, laminated and inspired Atlantis, the queen de of the Atlantic ocean, with all its cultivated, rosperous, happy and refined inhabitants, was ailed to the judgment of Heaven, and its last -p or nine j 0I1 g and weary years Georgia ana »y of final accounts on earth, in the Oceanica [ tbe Q eorg i aIls submitted to this demoniac rule the West India Islands, whose rocky, jagged pa tj ejn tly and heroically — until the days of her thraldom and chains have been broken by the force of her own people, and that of univer sal emancipation—the disregard and contempt of the military tyranny inaugurated over them id volcanic peaks are the majestic monuments this vas* eemete.y of the great, the good, the ixoic and tbe beautilul of an oriental period. So much for Persian, Russian and Latin Geor- ^ ^ _ o a and the Georgians, on the Eastern continent by tbe reconst ruction acts of congress, and the d Oceanica. Now for “Georgia and the Geor- j dnad adoption of a new and free constitution, ans” on the Western or American continent, [proclaiming the emancipation of their people, th less of romance, but with all the heroism j and tbe ent i re restoration of republican liberty, d chivalry ot their men, and all, and more, ot | Tbe p resen t Empire of Georgia is the Empire e grace, dignity and beauty of their women. of ce< Her appetite for martial glory has The Georgia of George the Second, of British been en tirely satiated, and with her martial nerica, dates from June the 2d, 1;32, when j c j oak ar0Tl nd her she now looks to God, the then King of England issued his Royal I sunshine and the shower, for occupations that irter for all the country now occupied by the j gball sootbe the path of her people to glory and te, and also the t< rritory westward to the Mis- j tbe m tipp ; river—including the present great, no ! States of Alabama and Mississippi—truly the grave. Since the war, Georgia is the fabled Phcenix . appi—truly j of the Confederate States. Literally and mira- . empire colony of the South in the magni- j CTt i 0US iy rising from the fuming embers and ie of. its go.geous and wonderful domain, j asbes 0 f “ Sherman’s tramp to the sea,” she has a the cornucopia of the earth in the multi- j become tbe WO nder of one world and the admir- city of its soils, productions, plains, forests, | ation 0 f ano ther. Her brethren of the Confed- ers, lakes, mountains, mines and mineral j eratg g tates -visit, gaze and wonder, while rings: and last, not least, in the numerous : tbe m enof the federal North amazed at her vigor lletic and htroic tribes of Indians that occn- ; and j nte u e ctual and muscular powers, pay the =d the same territory, claimed dominion over obe j saDCe 0 f homage to their superiors in all and held its possession by the strong hand ot ^ tbat CODSt itutes an independent, prosperous and i bow, the arrow and the tomahawk. | Christian state. rhe first settlement of the State was made by Emerging like the drowned but brilliant and lethorpe, under the British charter, at Yama- , magD jficent Atlantis from her sleep of centuries iw Bluff— now Savannah—in 1733, more than ■ jn tbe deep j^sonr 0 f the Atlantic ocean, by the e hundred years after the settlement of most j game sx ,p frrb nman power that entombed in a the original colonies and sixty-nine years common grave the ten kingdoms of Atlantis— er that of South Carolina. The infant colony i Ge orgia moves up her gigantic proportions of s involved in severe contests with the Span- , pla j ng> b ju S( mountains, forests, lakes and ds of Florida, and in 174.0 Oglethorpe in- j divers—occupying all the vast domain that ded Florida, took Fort Diego and besieged stre t cbes acr0 ss the continent from the Atlantic , Augustine, but finally raised the siege and j ocean t0 tbe Mississippi river—now Georgia, urned to Savannah. . . Alabama, and Mississippi—the equal of the rhe Spanish, in turn, invaded Georgia in j fable d queen of Atlantis in territory, state 42, but being alarmed by a stratagem of Ogle- j and mT1I1 i c ipal governments, with three and a oipe's, retired without a contest of arms. half millions of inhabitants, expert in all the arts Ihe proprietors of the colony, harassed by ^ 0 f p ea ee and war- inferiorto Atlantis only in the b constant difficulties tbat surrounded them, | g ran( ^ mythology of the latter, ve up the province to the crown in 1<o2, when j yyhile'the whole political and civil edifice of . Franklin was appointed its agent near the ; (Georgia is surmounted with Christian churches itish government. of all denominations, colleges and high schools, In 1761, the Cherokee Indians were attacked j male and female, standing out like solitaire Col. Montgomery, on which occasion the [ d j am onds on the gorgeous crest of this noble rages"so bravely resisted that though Mont- | state _ t k e -whole panorama is penetrated from -ery claimed the victory he did not pursue j center to circumference by five great trunk ind allowed the Indians to retain their lineg of ra iPv a y and interlacing lines that reach out their Briaream arms to grasp the commerce'of the world, and like the risings and sittings of the sun, daily go out and come in laden with the commerce of all countries and from all he following year Col. Grant burned their ns, wasted their country and forced them to n°the meantime, the other twelve colonies of old thirteen were progressing in trade and amerce, and the British government com- the late wreck of the fsew York acd Mexican mail unship was caused by one of the many rocky projec- • in the Gulf of Mexico. news from all nations lumbering at their backs.” A vast perpetual motion and commer cial movement and removement, operating all foreign and domestic exchanges, creating daily, monthly and yearly revenues and incomes that circulate among the people like the rays of the morning sun on an unclouded sky. The whole complex but vast machinery of the Stite, work ing like a full jeweled watch to the times, mark ed by the daily circle described by the sun, and producing daily, monthly and annual revenues —state and individual, that descend from sire to son in perfect obedience to her well-regulated civil, moral and religious codes; thus per fecting her county, municipal and state or ganizations in one compendious whole-consti tuting “ Georgia and the Georgians.” Well may her statesmen say as Napoleon to France: “ When thy Diadem crowned me, I made thee the Genl and the Wonder of earth.” Thus far we have been dealing ostensibly with physical Georgia; but Georgia without her Georgians would be “vox et prefer in nihil. _It is the noble men and women of Georgia that constitute the State. While in the possession of Yankees and negroes, it was merely a place—a i sort of fiddlers green, or play ground for the mi nions of Satan; now that Georgians have suc ceeded to their royal crown and dignity, Georgia is a state—a free state, an enlightened state an honest and upright state—a prosperous and rapidly growing state—a populous, agricultural and manufacturing state—a highly educated ; scientific state—studded all over with colleges, [ schools and scholars, which stand out like fixed stars in the heavenly firmament, shining [ alike by their own and by reflected lights, and ■ thus combining a crystalization of the knowl edge of all the world. High up on the apex of Atlantis, towering above all other habitations, is the Seer s Home of that Wizzard of the winds, light, air, ether earth, and ocean, PKOFESSOK W. J. LAND, State Chemist to the Agricultural Bureau and Geological Survey of the State of Georgia, and Chemist and Chemical Analyst of all the myr iad forms and atoms of matter. What a power in the Land is this? His name should have been World, not Land; the latter constitutes but an atomic particle of his territorial and aerial dom inion—riding as he does upon the wings of the winds—directing the storm—playing with the lightning’s mane—now dissecting the rays of the central sun into its prismatic colors—then rending the vast oceanic volume of air and ether with his lightning bolts and voltaic thunders— like an eagle from his eyre in the heavens drops down on the billowy seas—picking its mountain waves into liquid pellates like the sands of the deserts—now floats his aerial yacht to the shore crying “Land ! Ho! what is going on down here in Atlanta?” a city in which his mortal body eats, drinks and sleeps, but to which he bids daily mental adieus when entering his laboratory, and mounting his Jacob’s ladder, he climbs through nature up to nature’s God ? As the human brain builds the human body, so the men and women of Georgia create and build the political entity called the State. They breathe into it the breath of life, and light and knowledge, and society and Christianity, and single out and identify it among the great polit ical divisions of the earth like a “ star on Eter nity’s ocean”’ That Georgians have accomplished this great crowning glory, has lately been definitely set tled by the adoption of their new constitution— vindicating as it does their character and capacity for enlightened, successful self-govern ment and elevated statesmanship, beyond the power of detraction to deny, or political enemies to conceal from the gaze of an admiring world. A Republican people, so successful and tri umphant in the aggregate, must have had and reared in their midst great and skillful military leaders; full-minded find patriotic politicians and statesmen; learned and pure judges and law yers; pious, illumiry*d and eloquent divines; highly-cultivated, full-hearted, refined and no ble women—alike the base and the apex of earth and Heaven. In the commercial centre of this great State stands her capital city of Atlanta, with her forty thousand inhabitants, all daily toiling in the various avocations of life, and making the wel kin ring with screaming railroads from the four quarters of the earth; manufantories, trades, merchandise and the arts. The spires of her noble church edifices, like old Broadway Trin ity of New York, reach near to the heavens, their pews are well filled with worshippers and their pulpits with eloquent Clergymen. Her educational institutions of all ki'fidS— literary, scientific, medical, surgical, chemical and geo logical—are filled with able professors. Her lawyers and judges stand—nobly stand at the judicial forum and repose on its ermine—the peers of the eloquent, honorable and wise of earth, while her statesmen outrank those of most of her sister cities of the American Union. The political and literary press of Atlanta is most ably conducted—alike with unusual intel lectual power, and that prudence and good taste which only results from careful study of political philosophy and economy, apart from personal considerations. The agricultural and religious press is also an important element in the mental character of Atlanta, and speaks trumpet-tongued for the deep-toned religious sentiment that pervades the city and the State, and the marvelous indus try and enterprise that now universally charac terize Georgia and the Georgians. The “ art preservative of all arts,” the “Frank lin Printing House,” of Atlanta, is of itself a miracle, in the wonderful ingenuity of its ma chinery, and the exactness, celerity and beauty of the vast amount of work it executes. The architecture of the city—always a badge of the progress of civilization—is of the most modern and highly-improved character. Her public buildings, private residences, banking I houses, factories, large mercantile establish- j ments, and custom house, post-office and fed eral court rooms—now building—are all “things j of beauty,” and, in the philosophy of Tupper, I must be “a joy forever.” Nor have the Atiantese forgotten that “ in the midst of life we are in death,” nor to provide a ! most comely and inviting home for their dear, 1 and brave, and beautiful departed. The Oak land Cemetery of Atlanta, like the star of Beth lehem, rises in the east. Its highly beautified | grounds, floral displays, classic monuments and affectionate memorials of the lost Pleiads of [earth; the plain but giant column of native J rock that raises its pyramid form over the vil lage of the Confederate dead—all these, and a ; thousand other symbols of veneration and per- 1 petual affectionate remembrance of the “ loved i and lost,” spring up before us in this city of the dead on earth, but the beautiful gateway and sacred entrance to the city of the Redeemer, eternal in the heavens. “ To this complexion hath it come at last. ” But why talk about Georgia and the Georgians ? What spot of earth so uniformly bland, beauti ful and productive? What generation of men and women so remarkable for muscular vigor, grace and beauty ? Do not her scientists, states men, jurists, lawyers, merchants, manufactur ers, artisans and laborers outrank all_ her sister j States, and in all the States of the Union, like 1 constellations in the heavens, proclaim the wis dom, Christianity, and social elevation of the “Empire State of the South?” Ask Fame, and [ she will tell you. The writer—a Mississippian—indebted to j Georgia and the Georgians for a welcome as j broad as the former and as generous as the lat ter, begs to apologize for this hasty and imper- ! feet sketch of his hosts, written as it is from memory, treacherous at best, and a soul over- | burdened with a social debt it can only repay by a sight draft on Ylississippi and Mississippi- ; a ns—the acceptance and payment of which he guarantees to the uttermost farthing. He will be at home on and after the first of October, when Mississippi and Mississippians will be readv to receive Georgia and the Georgians. To the Bench and Bar, who have accorded him the professional courtesy of an admission to their inner temples, he makes his most gra cious bow, promising to become a trustworthy brother, and that a like cordial reciprocity awaits them, one and all, whenever they may seek ad mission to the judicial forums of Mississippi. With most grateful emotions, Your friend and servant, John D. Freeman. RELIGIOUS DEPARTMENT. THE ONE TALENT. should recite a verse from the Bible; and it was his own little niece who repeated (Psalm xiv. 1, and lxiii' I), 'The fool hath said in his heart, there is no God.’ It was uttered in a sweet, clear voice. There was no human design in the selection. The bow was drawn at a venture; but the bolt smote the unbe liever between the joints of the breastplate and pierced his heart. “Not long since, being asked how he was, he replied, ‘Oh, I am better; that mighty load of sin and unbelief is gone; 1 am all packed and ready for my trip to that better land.” And the humble missionary has joined him there.—Xetc York Ob server. In a napkin smooth and white, , Hidden from all mortal sight, My one talent lies to-night. Mine to hoard, or mine to use, Mine to keep, or mine to lose; May not I do what I choose ? Ah ! the gift was only lent. With the Giver's known intent ■ •’ That it should be wisely spent. • And I know he will demand Every farthing.atmy hand When I in his presenee stand What will be my grief and shame When I hear my, humble name. And cannot repay his claim I Some will double what they hold; Others add to it ten fold. And pay back in shining gold. Lord, oh .I teach me what to do; Make me faithful, make me true, And the sacred trust renew. Help me, ere too-late it be, Something now to do for thee— Thou who hast done all for me t THE DUTY OF SINGING. It is the duty of the church to subsidize every pure means possible to accomplish her purpose. She cannot,innocently ignore any. A failure to merit the eulogy “ She hath done what she could” is to deserve the condemnation, “ Thou wicked and slothful servant.” The influence of music is a fact that discovers itself in the experience and observation of every day. It is said when David played skilfully on the harp the evil spirit left Saul. It did not work his regeneration, but it opened his heart tothose divine influences of the Spirit that mollified his passion- Rpusseau tells us that for awhile it was necessa ry to enforce a statute prohibiting the use of the Swiss national air in the French army. For whenever those notes fell on the ear of the Swiss soldier he started for home, and there was no power in entreaty, or potency in command to stop him. If we say less infrequently the national airs of heaven, many in the army of sin would be influ enced thereby to run towards that happy place. Some wise-acre lately attempted to depreciate the work of Moody and Sankey, by saying that Sankey’s singing had more effect than Moody’s preaching. For one we do not care whether the work was done by singing or preaching. If people were made better, we are not specially concerned about the instrument employed, particularly if it be so divinely honored a means as music. Why are the Psalms read more frequently than any other part of the Bible if there is no legitimate power in music and its sister poetry ? Why were they ever written? Why preserved? Why by a strange providence in language do they retain even in translation their poetic form if music is not an allowable means of grace. The truth is if we would sing more we would sin less. It is no mere figurative expression that, reveals the notion of heavenly music and angelic harps. It is one of the innocent elements of human nature that will not be left unsatisfied in the world to come James Ylontgomery in his “ World Before the Flood,” expresses in beautiful drama a normal in stinct of the soul, when he shows the power of music on the soul of Cain: “ Till Cain forsook the solitary wild Led by the minstrel like a wearied child. ” It is feigned that Orphens drew trees and stones by the power of his lyre. That is a fable but it is true, that we may melt hearts hard as stone by the power of music. One can very easily believe with the great f dramatist: “ Since naught so stockish. hard and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath not music in himself Nor is not moved with concord of the sweet sounds Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils: The emotions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no snch a man be trusted. ” It is not a matter of option whether you join in the church music. If you can assist to make it grea ter—or better, if you cau sing—it is a Juty. To neglect duty is as truly sin as to commit crime. INFLUENCE. There is something awful and solemn in the thought that there is not an act nor a thought in the life of a human being, but carries with it a train of consequences, the end of which we may never trace: not one but to a certain extent gives a color to our life, and insensibly influences the lives of others about us. The good deed or thought will live, even though we may not see it fructify, but so will the bad; and no person is so insignificant as to be sure that his example will not do good on the one hand nor evil on the other. There is indeed an essence of immortality in the life of man even in this world. No individual in the universe stands alone; he is a component part of a system of mutual dependencies, and by his several acts, he either increases or diminishes the sum of human good now and forever. As the present is rooted in the past and the lives and ex amples of our fore-fathers still to a great extent influence us, so are we by our daily acts contrib uting to forerun the condition and character of the future. The living man is a fruit formed and rip ened by the culture of all the foregoing centuries. Generations six thousand years deep stand behind us each laying its hands on its successor’s shoul ders, and the living generation continues the^ag- netic current of action and influence destined to bind the remotest past with the most distant future. No man s acts die utterly; and though hi3 body may resolve into dust and air his good or his bad deeds will still be bringing forth fruit after their kind, and influencing generations of men for all time to come. It is in this momentous fact that the great peril and responsibility of human exis tence lies. Samuel Smilxs. To read, to think, to love, to hope, and to p ra y—these are the things that make men happy. They have power to do these things; they never will have power to do more. The world's pros, perity or adversity depends upon our knowing and teaching these few things, but upon iron or glass, steam or electricity, in no wise.—Ruskin. The graduating class of Princeton Theological Seminary consisted of forty-two students. Thirty- eight of these young men, having taken the full course, were regularly graduated, and received the usual diploma from the hands of the venerable W. D. Snodgrass, President of the Board of Directors, now over eighty-tv'o years of age. there is no action of man in this life, which is not the beginning of so long a chain of consequen ces as no human providence is high enough to give us a prospect to the end.—Thomas 'f Yalmsburg. The Free Church of Scotland has now more than a thousand ministers. It started with under five hundred, so that in thirty-four years it has just doubled itself. The Rev. Dr. Andrews, pastor of the Presbyte rian Church, Doylestown, Pa., has married one thousand couples during his ministry. Simon Peter saith unto them, I go afishing. They say unto him, we also go with thee. PEN PORTRAITS Of Some Literary and Social Notables.— FROM “ SAPHIR. Miss Dudu Fletcher, the much talked of author of Kisme t is a blonde of medium stature. Hrr frank eyes look out from under the jauntiest Tyrolese hat in the world, set on a frieze of thick light hair. About the pleasant mouth plays an arch smile, and the tip tilted nose gives additiopal piquancy to a face that has in it every indication of candor, brightness and a fun-loving spirit. The attitude is free, and a neatly-gloved little hand, shadowed by quite a profuse array of bangles, points a parasol as though it were some alpen stock, and the author of “ Dudu,” (whose papa, by- the-way, besides being a clergyman, is a prolific writer,) a mountaineer par excellence. Charles Warren Stodard has returned from his tour in foreign lands and has been lazily summer ing at beautiful Eagles Wood Park—the fine castl- like building erected near Sandy Hook, by the late Marcus Spring, for the purpose of carrying out the phalanstery system of Fourier the famous communist, in whose theories Mr. Spring was a believer. Mr. Stoddard is resting on his oars, but will shortly proceed to California where he may imbibe fresh inspiration. In person the au thor of “The South Sea Idyls” is a tall, lazy- lengthed individual, about thirty-one years of age, with keen, kindly eyes, a prominent Roman nose and a beard cut short, in the English style, ihe top of his head is a trifle bald, and the brown hair that remains is cut after the fashion of a monk s, that is, without parting, and forming an obtrusive- fringe. He has long, nervous hands, which he allows to wander occasionally over the keys of the piano-fort in the long saloon at Eagles Wood, play ing entirely by ear snatches of operas and quaint foreign ballads. Outside of that, during this sweet do-nothing period, he smokes prodigiously, or tri fles with the pearl-handled gold pen which has been his constant compagon de voyage. He was for three months in London, and for a period before that in Paris, but says he felt no disposition to write since April Charles Warren Stoddard is to be ranked, as re gards origin, with Bret Hart, Joaquin Miller and/ those other shining lights who won their spurs— or at least “ reached for ” them—in Frisco, He is a firm friend of Joaquin Miller, having not only known him in California, but lived in the same house with him in London, Miller has portrayed Stoddard in one of his publications as the charac ter whose “ catch-word,” to use a theatrical term, is, “ I will reform—to morrow.” An Arrow fiom a Child’s Hand. One of the latest letters of D. M. Alter, mission- ! ary of the American Sunday School Union, who recently died in Illinois, after long, faithful, and ! successful work, contained the following illustra tions of the Bible power; “An old infidel being 1 very fond of music, was attracted to one of my ! Sunday Schools by the singing. On his second ] 1 visit I asked him to look over tae Bible lesson as ! [ it was recited by the children. He said that I he thought they ought to be taught to read, and | , perhaps they might as well learn from that book [ 1 as any other; but the Lord had prepared an arrow | for him. “It was the rule of the school that each child The Juliets of the Stage. No actor now-a-days thinks himself sterling dramatic coin until he has stamped Hamlet upon his repertoire, and no actress feels in the depths of her heart that she is the admitted peer of Sid- dons and Rachel, and allege vassal of Wallack, or Shook & Palmer, until she has minced and tipped along the stage as Juliet. The penchant of the la dies of the stage—“ soubrettes,” “ingenues,” “ singing chambermaids,” “ first old women to wrestle with Juliet, though mirthful at first, has grown to be a maddening wrong. The last re corded instance of fools rushing in where angels fear to tread is that of a little Boyle, which broke upon the surface of the stage recently in New Y ork, incited probably by the greed of relatives and the injudicious applause of friends who had heard her read “ in private,” and whose milk of human kindness welled to their eyes and blinded their judgment. The young lady, who utterly lacks tuition and training, made a painful failure, which would have been ridiculous except for her evident earnestness and honesty of purpose. Her youth and girlish freshness softened tbe hearts of those Sioux of the press, the critics, and turned the edges of the scalping-knives away. When I saw the pretty little novice last, on the wide waste of Booth’s magnificent ftige, struggling with the in spired lines of the divine William, she recalled to my Boswellian mind the comment of gruff old Sam Johnson on the dancing bear: “The wonder is, sir, not that the bear dances well, bat that the bear can dance at all.” Anna Boyle, though, has a mine of artistic wealth in her if it is properly worked. Adelaide Neilson made a sweet, gushing Juliet in look and gesture, but, although the eyes, those “ windows of the soul,” were there, the soul was wanting. There was the flavor of the bar maid hanging about her still, bathed, scented, be- jeweled as she was. Few women on the stage have at once the mental and physical gifts to por tray the most charming of the poet’s creations. In the turbulent days of fighting Montagues and Capulets, when Romeo loved, Mercutio railed and Tybalt fought; in the sunny land where once the poet sang, the sculptor carved and the painter dreamed, and poble youths and lovely maidens laughed life lovingly away, Snakspeare’s Juliet was possible. It is, perhaps, too much to expect to find her on the modern stage, where the mod ern Montague (H. J.) invites his Juliet, after the play, to a chop-house repast of tripe and beer. The devouring devotion of the passionate Montec- cio, which prompted him to drink the draught of the Mantuan apothecary, is expressed now-a-days differently. Our Romeos of polo, boat and gun clubs scatter the treasure of their hearts and purs er at the feet of blonde beauty as carelessly as a pet monkey would shower around a casket of the Ester hazy dimonds. BETINCT PRINT