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JOHN H. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor.
W. B. SEALS, - . Bnnlneaa Manager.
MRS. MARY E. BRYAN (*) Aaaoclate Editor.
ATLANTA, GEORGIA, JANUARY 19, 1878.
Our Kentucky Department—Or. J. B. Cot.
trell, D.«.
As heretofore announced, we have secured the
services of Rev. Joseph B. Cottrell, D. D., to con
duct a special department in this paper, to be called
“Our Kentucky Department.” and he introduces
himself in this issue. He is one of the ablest and
most original thinkers of our Methodist clergy,
and twenty-four years of active labors in the min
istry attest his fidelity to humanity and the Church
of Christ. His department will no doubt prove
deeply interesting to all classes of readers, as he
will diScuss all subjects, and whatever he may
write will be the more interesting from his original
manner of thinking. He is a native of South
Carolina, and a graduate of the Citadel Military
Academy of Charleston. In a recent discourse in
this city, he startled and captivated our people by
his bold and original views upon an old text.
We take great pleasure in making this formal in
troduction of the distinguished gentleman, and
invite special attention to his department in this
paper.
Important Announcement.
In the next issue of the “Sunny South” we
shall publish a full and reliable account of the
death of Gen, James B. McPherson, who fell in
the “battle of Atlanta” July 22d, 1864, near this
city. The details have never before been pub
lished, and are furnished us by such distinguish
ed officers as Gen. Joseph Wheeler, Gen. J. M.
Schofield, Gen. Wm. E. Strong, Gen. A, Hick-
enlooper, and Gen. O. M. Poe. Also letters
from Gen. W. T. Sherman, Gen Joseph E.
Johnston, and Gen. E. P. Alexander. Orders
for extra copies must be sent in immediately to
secure attention.
Behavior to Working Women.
« Working-women ”—women who work for their
livelihood outside their homes, in business places,
offices, stores, etc.—have become a feature of our
Southern country, as they have long been at the
North. They are generally women who have
known “ better times,” who are refined in feeling,
modest, industrious and gentle—ladies in the true
meaning of the word, though their dress is plain
and unadorned with any of the useless excres
cences of fashion; for they have the wolf to fight
from their doors, and many of them are the sole
support of aged parents or of helpless children—
in some instances (God help them!) of dissipated
or worthless, indolent husbands. Every true
hearted man or woman will honor those noble
workers, and smooth tbeir rough path with cour
tesy and kindness. Yet, there are men, who call
themselves gentlemen, yet whose behavior to
working-girls proves them to be utterly wanting
in gentle breeding or refined instincts. A corre
spondent—who is himself a true and chivalrous
gentleman—calls attention to the annoyance some
times experienced by women, while engaged in
their honorable daily work, from the coarse, un
feeling conduct of young and middle aged men,
and sometimes of hoary old Binners, who seek the
presence of working-girls, as it would seem, on
purpose to bring blushes to their cheeks by the
covert insults of look, and of conversation, not,
indeed, addressed to them, but uttered in their j
hearing, and evidently intended to reach their
ears. Says our indignant correspondent: “ These
meu will saunter -in a shop or office where there
are a number of ladies at their work, and, without
asking permission, they will begin at once to fill
it with the fumes of tobacco, to expectorate over
the floor, to laugh, wink, tell silly and often in
decorous jokes, and laugh and roar at these in a
loud, coarse way that brings the blood tingling I
into the cheeks of the girls, who are forced to
listen to it, and to endure the presence and the ^
broad, insulting stare of these creatures, who call
themselves • good society.’ The only refuge of the !
girls, whose feelings are thus outraged, is in si
lent contempt, as any endeavor, on their part, at
resentment only provokes worse insult.”
We do not agree with our correspondent in this.
A rebuke quietly uttered, but full of stinging scorn
and keen indignation, might often put a stop to
such annoyance ; and there should be an appeal
to employers, whose duty it is to protect those in
A Pretty Face- — Reading a letter from a ;
friend, written long ago when she was a school,
girl, I find this: “ I often wish 1 had a lovely face
which would help me to win friends easily, but 1
know if my heart is good, those who know me will
love me for that.” Dear child, she has learned
ere this that the good heart makes the face lovely.
The most beautiful faces I have ever known, and
whose pictures are hung in my memory, framed
in tenderest remembrances, have been those which
were brightened and softened by such spirits of
loveliness, that even strangers might pause to look
again, and wonder at the sweetness which was not
of feature. I
“ Beautiful faces, they that wear
The l'vhtof a pleasant spirit there.
It matters little if dark or fair."
As 1 watch girls curl and crimp their hair, and
adjust their ribbons and laces before the mirror, 1
long to whisper to them the secret of all true
beauty; and when 1 see the fair brows under the
dancing curls frown, my heart saddens, for I know
better than they that they are marring the beauty
of features God has given them to make more
lovely; that time is printing their hearts on their
faces as surely as the sun prints their features on
the photograph. Thoreausays: “Any nobleness
begins at once to refine a man's features.”
The same girl who wrote the desire for a lovely
face, more than ten years later, now an earnest
working woman, says of an eminent divine: “ He
has the sunniest face I ever saw: It is perfectly
light. I know that it must be his soul looks hea
venward. He seems as though all his life he must
hava been praying the prayer of Socrates, ‘ Make
me beautiful as to the things within.” *
“The Centennial Bible.”
We learn that a “new centennial edition” of
the Good Book has been recently issued by a
firm at Indianapolis, Indiana, (F. L. Horton &
Co.) which combines the most and best helps
to the study of the Bible of any edition extant, !
in the way of fine notes and annotations, Bible
dictionaries, concordance, history, geography,
and geology of the Bible, many tables very val
uable to the Bible readers, and Bible students,
maps from the very latest surveys, history of
all the Christian denominations, from their
origin to date, compiled from their own stand
point, and from their own publications; all the
latest discoveries designed to throw light on
the authenticity and value of the scriptures.
The whole work throughout admirably illustra
ted with full page steel plates, taken from paint
ings by some of the old masters, including
Baphael, Guido, and Canova, also, the leading
artists of the present day, engaged in line by
first-class engravers. The books mentioned are
all contained under one oover, and aside from
the Bible proper, are illustrated with hundreds
of appropriate engravings. The size of the
volume (or one might say library of biblical
literature) is a large quarto, and the prices
range from $8.00 to $50.00, according to the
style of the binding, quality of paper, contents,
etc. The famous John Brown commentary to
the Bible, psalms in metre with commentary to
each, an analysis, family record, photograph
album, etc., are only a few of the many features
contained in this fine line. It is issued in the
English and German languages, and some of
the bindings seen by us are superb. We are
informed that the publishers intend to distrib
ute this very valuable edition of the Bible en
tirely by subscription, in all parts of the United
States. We bid them God speed in their efforts
to spread the “Good Work.”
Battle of Gettysburg.
The Savannah Weekly News of January 12th,
will contain a lengthy and elaborate acoount of
the Battle of Gettysburg, by Gen. Lafayette
McLaws, one of Longstreet’s ablest command
ers. It is a valuable contribution to the Con
federate war history, and will be read with great
interest, as it reviews Bharply Longstreet’s re-
scent narrative.
a manner under their care from intrusion and in-
ilt while at work. When in the street, we sup-
j there is no redress. There will always be
puppies who will stare coarsely at the workiDg-
girl as she walks past, who will think themselves
called upon to utter aloud to some companion, as
shallow-pated as themselves, comments on her
face, her foot or her ankle, accompanied by a
laugh, a wink, a whistle, or any of those noises
which ill-bred men imagine adds to the wit of their
remarks. *
Two More Beauties for the Exposition.
Two well known North American Artists have |
just finished portraits of two of the belles of the
western world and will send them to compete
for the prize of Isiuty. On* is to go from St*
Louis wl ere Carl Gu'.herz, the well known
decorative artist, the designer of mardi gras of
the Memphis and professor of painting at Wash
ington University “has painted a full length
portrait of Miss Hazleton a famous St. Louis
belle. She is spoken of as ‘ a beauty who chal
lenges the brush of a Titian; rich auburn hair
large, dreamy eyes that seem a miniature ocean
with a dark ruby at the bottom. ’ She is at
tired in full dress Southern dinner toilette of
white Paris muslin, and has arisen from the
piano, throwing a greeting over her fan. Mr.
Gutherz’s “Ecce Homo,” that was hung too
high to say that it was exhibited at the Centen- j
nial, also goes to the Paris Expose.
The other portrait is the face of a Northern '
beauty. J. C. Forbes, of Toronto, the Cana
dian artist, has completed a full length portrait
of Miss Moore, of Ottawa, which is spsken of
in most enthusiastic terms. The young girl is
standing near a vine-wreathed window, gazing
dreamily at the landscape beyond, in reverie
over a letter which is held in the hand that has
fallen at her side.” *
A Backhanded Compliment.
“The Home Journal compliments Mrs. Cicero
Harris—the Editor of the new magazine—‘The
South Atlantic,’ very highly, I think,” said
an intelligent lady in our hearing, “ It praises
her editorial on Woman’s Bights. She is no be
liever whatever in woman’s right to the ballot. ”
Knowing the progressive character of the
Home Journal, and also its sly way of saying
sarcastic things, we were doubtful whether this
“compliment" to a sentiment opposed to its own
utterances was genuine praise, and picking up
the paper, found the comment to be a bit of in
genious irony. Hare it is—
The South-Atlantic is a new magazine, pub
lished at Wilmington, N. C., by Mrs. Cicero W.
Harris, who is also editor of the work. It has
reached its third number, and shows a good list
contributors, including John Esten Cooke, Mar
garet J. Preston, Paul H. Hayne, and others.
In her editorials, Mrs. Harris is refreshingly
trenchant, adopting the short and easy methods
in vogue prior to the time of John Stuart Mill
and his cold logic. Mark, for example, how she
settles with a single pen-stroke the vexed ques
tion of “female suffrage,” about which social
philosophers have speculated so long:—“We
regret that we have to soil the white pages of
our magazine with the caption (‘Female Su?-’
frage) of this article. But the newspapers are
commenting on the fact that the Congress of
the United States has been besieged with appli
cants for the so-called rights of women. This
shameful fact has been telegraphed abroad. We
undertake for the sake of truth, for the honor
of womanhood, to say that these ‘ besiegers ’ are
not the representative women of America. We
do not impugn their motives. It is unpleasant
to criticise their acts. Nor would we descend
to a controversy with any one of them, or with
any of their contemptible masculine adherents.
It is a question that admits of no argument, for
woman’s status at home and in society is indefi
nitely fixed in God s unalterable and infallible
Word.” After reading the above we no longer
wonder at the starting of this new maga
zine enterprise in these times. With the means
of attaining absolutely certain knowledge so
easy and che p, as it evidently is with our edi
tor in Wilmington, there could not well be any
doubt or ignorance about anything. *
Vatora Paalumut-The Late Controversy.
The recent controversy as to the existence and
duration of fntnre punishment which is the
latest sensation of the pulpit and the press, is
something we have long expected. Opinions
on this subjeot have been slowly modifying as
civilization progressed. The idea of the pun
ishment of criminals even on this earth has lost
much of its old malignancy. Bevenge—“na
ture’s wild justice”—does not now exist with
the force and virulenoe of old times. Instead,
we are now more concerned in measures to pre
vent the necessity or the occasion of crime, and
to reform the criminal.
Physiology has shown us how greatly crime is
due to imperfect physical development—to dis
eased conditions —often inherited—of the nerves,
the blood or the brain; observation has proved
how often crime is owing to wrong training, to
the urgency of circumstances, acting on pecu
liar organizations. These considerations have
operated to produce compassion for the criminal;
a desire to reform and restore him to moral
health and usefulness rather than to destroy
him. This change in the way of regarding
crime and punishment in this world has extend
ed to the idea of punishment hereafter. Canon
Farrar, Mr. Beecher and other divines have but
given voice to opinions that have long been
gathering and settling in the minds of many
theologians. Nearly two decades ago—“The
Conflict of opinions,” noted this tendency and
put these words into the mouth of Clarence, the
U topian.
“There is one doctrine of our Protestant creed
which the intelligent laity are quietly deserting.
Men who do not openly oppose it, tactitly deny
it. I mean that of the eternal nature of punish-
mont. The whole subject of future punishment
is treated in a different spirit by divines them
selves than it was a century ago. What educated
man would now write or preach upon this topic
as Jeremy Taylor did? None but the coarsest
of the populace would listen to an orator dwell
ing eloquently on the torments of the condemn
ed. I met the other day with a passage in Bos-
suet. on the subject of infant baptism, in which
he centures the weakness of those men who
shrink from asserting that the nnbaptized infant
is lost—condemned. We have lately had the
controversy about infant baptism revived
amongst us. What English divine was there
that did not display this censurable weakness ?
“In fact, our theologians are realiy too amia
ble to believe, as literal truth, what in some
metaphorical sense, they can still conscientious
ly place amongst their articles of creed. The
most zealous champion of orthordoxy is merely
involved in the heat and passion of controversy.
He is very angry, but he means nothing. Let
me prove with text upon text that this or that
doctrine is damnable heresy—but, for God’s
sake, let nothing come of it!
“Look at the literature of our country. This
surely is the place to seek for the best and
latest currents of opinion. If I had books about
me, I could read to you page after page of our
most esteemed writers, which manifest as clear
as day a complete alienation from the old faith
of an etornal Tartarus; and—mind you this! —
which at the same time breathe a genuine spirit
of piety, and love to God, and an unfeigned
conviction that God is love. Never was there a
time when the Devil, and the region he is sup
posed to preside over, were so little dwelt on,
or so tacitly ignored; t.nd never was there a time
wh>-n sq """W » vonviction, so con
firmed a faith, in the existence of a Benevolent
Creator, or more genuine piety and gratitude
felt towards that ineffable Being from whom em-
ai a L e all power, all reason, all love.
“I call this truly ‘a Sign of the Times,” and one
full of significance. A religion is growing up
amongst us that can only reach its maturity in
society much better organized than the one we
at present behold. And a better organization is
also slowly forming—a society to correspond
with the religion.”
Seckendorf replies to Clarence—Sscken-
dorf the representative of the spirit of cynical
philosophy, which is one feature of the age —
but one not a characteristic so prominent as
the earnest, truth-seeking spirit. Seckendorf
would keep up the belief of future punishment.
He does not himself believe it, but he desires
that the masses shall do so, for the fear of pun
ishment hereafter is salutary. It operates as a
needed restraint on society. The priest is right
he thanks, who would scare away sin—as we scare
seme wild beast by brandishing fire and flame
before its eyes. He says:
You would mitigate the terrors of a future
world. How often must I tell you that the great
hope you are so solicitous to preserve, is bound
up in one common life with the great fear you
seem equally desirous of extinguishing. When
there are no longer any wicked men to punish,
there will be no longer any good men to reward.
If there is no final irrevocable sentence for one,
there is no final permanent beatitude for the
other. If you open a new trial-scene for the
wicked, you open it also for the good. Your
Above is a correlate of your Below. The pillars
of heaven are sunk in hell: so much of church
architecture is palpable. It is certainly the ar
chitecture of the Christian church. In the hap
piest of Christians, fear is the unseen root of
all their hope and all their love. Fear, trans
mitted into Beverence, finally trembles into
Love. The terror-stricken spirit gazing down,
receives its first upward impulse. It flies
shrieking with despair, but flies shrieking up
wards, and calms its sobs in heaven.
The religion of Utopia is to have no Tartarus.
Utopians will need none, will supply no souls
to people such a place, no class of men who are
emigrating that way, Well, then, your people
of Utopia must also dispense with their eternal
Elysium. If Fear depart out of religion, it is
not long after that Hope will remain. If you
will not tolerate the infinite Terror that darkens
the abyss below, you must lose sight of the in
finite Joy that brightens above us.
We merely advert to this controversy as a
“sign of the times ’ which it is the business of
the journalist to chronicle. We have no opin
ion to offer, concerning the nature and dura
tion of future punishment The Bible seems
explicit on the subject although ^Canon Farrar
in his recent sermon, and some other ministers,
who have sinoe uttered their credo in the mat
ter, assert that the original meaning of the pas
sage referring to hell, is not given in the trans
lation—that, influenced by the old vengeful
feeling of the day, the translators of the Greek
and Hebrew text, have changed, and added to
those mysterious references to the future state—
making them accord with their own concep
tions and wishes in the matter. It may be so.
It is a matter that scholars and honest truth-
seekers should have surely decided before this.
Mean while, many prefer to err on the safejside
and cling to the old ship of faith, that has
born thousands through grand and useful lives.
Rachel • ad De HoaMt l Pretty Story ot a
Ring.
Iu the Life of Alfred De Musset, written bj his
brother, there is a very pretty story of Rachel. At
first sight, it seems hardly characteristic of the
great tragedienne, who was undeniably avaricious;
but greedy as she was of money, she had genarous
impulses sometimes. Then, too, it was a good
stroke of policy to give a cestly ring to a rising
peet and play-writer, and we see when he wished
to return so valuable a gift, she declared he could
give her an equivalent by writing a play especially
for her. Rachel loved money with a passion even
greater than her enthusiasm for her art; and yet
Rachel shines in our memory—a star that no other
ight of the stage has ever equaled. When shall
we see again such wonderful genius—such vivid
yet idealized impersonations—such grace united
with such strong, swift, terrible power ? But we
have forgotten the little anecdote related of De
Musset.
“ One day in April, 1846, Rachel invited him to
dinner. The other guests were all good compan
ions, and all very rich. During dinner, the left-
hand neighbor of the hostess noticed a very
handsome ring which she was wearing. The ring
was greatly admired, everybody praising the pre
cious jewel. ‘ Gentlemen,’ said Rachel, ‘ as this
trifle seems to please you, I will offer it for sale.
How much will you give me for it?’ One of the
guests offered twenty pounds, another forty, a
third sixty. In a few instants the offers had
reached one hundred and twenty pounds.
“ And you, my poet,’ said Rachel, ‘ won’t you
make a bid? What will you give me?’
“ ‘ I will give you my heart,’ replied De Mus
set.
“ ‘ The ring is yours!’
“*And, in fact, wtth a child’s impetuosity, Ra
chel drew the ring from her finger, and cast it into
the poet s plate. After leaving the table, Alfred,
thinking the pleasantry had lasted long enough,
wished to return the ring. Rachel would not
take it back. ‘By Jove!’ said she, ‘it is not a
joke. You have given me your heart, and I would
not return it for one hundred thousand crowns.
The bargain is made, and cannot be retracted !’ ”
However, despite her resistance, Alfred took
her hand gently and slipped the ring upon her
finger. Rachel drew it off again and held it out
to him with a supplicating gesture. “ Dear poet,”
she said, in a voice of-genuine emotion, “you
would not dare to refuse this little present, if I
should offer it to you, on the morrow of the day
when I shall play the famous part which you are
to write for me, and which I have been expecting
all my life. Keep the ring, I beseech you, as a
pledge of the promise you have made. Whenever
you renounoe, for good and all, the idea of writing
the part 1 have desired so much, then bring me
the ring, and 1 will take it back.”
As she said this she bent her knee, and displayed
all the enchanting grace which nature gave tier as
an auxilliary to her genius. Of course the poet
accepted the ring on the conditions which she pro
posed.
Four years passed, and the play was still un
written, Rachel gave a ceremonious dinner at
the hotel which she had built in the ltue Trudon.
The poet was invited, and the mistress of the
house took his arm when they were going in to din
ner. The poet trod on the tragedienne’s gown,
and she said, with her grand air:
“ W’hen one gives a lady his arm, he should re
serve his feet to himself.”
“When one becomes a princess,” replied the
poet, “and builds a hotel, one should command
her architect to make a broader stairway.”
The evening began unfortunately; but after
dinner there was a reconciliation. De Musset
made a smiling allusion to the time when he had
supped with “ Roxana” and the covers were tin.
Rachel was amused by the reminiscence.
“Perhaps you think,” she said, “when you
see all my luxury and splendid silver-plate, that I
am not as amiable as I used to be, but I can prove
the contrary.”
“ How so,” demanded the poet.
“ 1 will go and see you, and entreat you once
more to write me something.”
In fact, she did come the next day and talked
theatre for an hour. *
Houris iu New York.
It seems that our American ladies at least
sympathize with the Crescent, for there is a ten
dency towards Turkish fashions in the Ameri.
can Metropolis, not only on fancy dress occa
sions, but on the street. A lady thus describes
what she saw in a brief car ride throngh the
streets, the other day. She says: *
“I saw at the same time two distinctly orien
tal attempts at dress. The first was worn by a
lady of uncertain age, who had that indescri-
ble air of repose which says:
“It is too late for you. I am married.”
Her dress was black, full pull-back, and all
the little picket-fence of jigamarees called trim
ming was edged by silver lace. It was the plain
quarter-inch, old-fashioned stuff that used to
ornament continental uniforms a century ago.
But for back and front—backhand and surcin
gle, I should say, if talking of a horse—there
was a curious rig of silver ware, twisted to look
like gimp or carriage trimming. The other lady
was in only demi-pull back, and her flouncifica-
tion'liad an edge of real sergeant-major gold
lace.
But all was as nothing compared to the lady I
met on Third avenue later in the day. It Was
still daylight, and no indication of carnival or
masquerade in the neighborhood. She was very
pretty, so far as I could see—a delicious blonde,
golden haired, peach-and-cream complexion,
rosy lips, just parted in the exertion of walking,
it seemed, and that rare freshness of bloom
which only perfect health or a fine cosmetic can
give. Her pink shoes had that crescent turn-up
of the tips that is so useful to prevent hurting
the toes on the rough stones of Constantinople
and New York, and the sweep of her caftan or
outer-vest nearly hid the silken pantaloons fast-
tened at the ankles with golden bracelets. This
caftan is a most graceful garment, and, in her
case, was of blue, banded very broadly in front
with scarlet, with embroidery and heavy fringes
of gold. The taper arms well matched the deli
cate ankles, and were also in bracelets of gold;
while the finger-tips had that roseate tinge of
henna, which is at once proof of the Egyptian
or Turkish lady. It may be remarked that the
features of these ladies are less angular than the
famed Greek ideal. She wore |a light turban,
seemingly twisted of some thin but precious
shawl stuff that would make the fortune of a
Broadway dealer to once display, and a golden
crescent, severely plain, without even a dia
mond te break its simple elegance, fastened the
folds ot this most elegant head-dress. She had
a delicate veil, like a musquito-bar, thrown over
her whole costume, and a cigar in her taper fin
gers. Her husband had evidently just stepped
into the cigar-store behind her, and there she
stood waiting for him, while I looked, and
through the thin veil, adored her beauty. No
wonder the Turks fight, with harems full of the
like.
Pretty Pepita—How She was Sold.
Somebody eynieally remarks that it is charac
teristic of poor human nature that one person
is always secretly glad when another has been
“ taken in.” We will not go so far, but certain
ly no married lady will sympathize with Pepita
the famous Spanish dancer, when reading t is
story of how the little lady of the twinkling feet
was “sold.” It was in the gay French Capitol, and
Pepita, who was very fond of jewelry, was one
day promenading a fashionable boulevard
with a young and wealthy admirer; her attention
was attracted by a magnificient set of blue enamel
and pearl jewelry. She expressed her pleasure
in such enthusiastic terms that her gallant escort
invited her to enter the store and examine them.
Meanwhile he ascertained that seven thousand
francs would make Pepita mistress of the set and
give him a srong claim to her favor. He offered
five thousand francs, but the jeweler declined
to take less than seven thousand, and the gay
cavalier promised to call again. Pepito over
heard the conversation, and, as the twain left
the jeweler’s store was warm in expressions ot
gratitude. After the departure of her admirer
from her hotel she hastily return to the jeweler s
and giving him two thousand francs, requested
him to let her friend have the jewels at the sum
he offered. Pepita’s suitor soon entered the
shop, paid the money, and Dore off his treasure.
At the door he met an old schoolmate and friend
to whom he displayed his trophy and to whom
he imparted its destination. His friend reason-
ad with him on the folly of giving a dancer such
a magnificent present, especially as he had
only been married a short time to a lovely 8*“*
“ Surprise your dear little wife,” he said, “and
her innocent and pure affection wiU repay you.
This had the desired effect. Perpita was 2,000
francs minus and her admirer’s wife wore^ a
cheap and handsome set of jewelry.
“The Boys and Girls of the
| South,” which we have just issued, is
I the handsomest paper in America. Send
l for specimen. For $3.50 we will send it
j nnrl Tnw Srrvvv SniTTir one vear.
“The Old Tabby House ’
WILL SOON BEGIN.
This Story is from the pen of one of
the most distinguished scholars in Amer
ica.
—
The Baby in the House.
We are glad to se6 some of our writers of phil
osophical fiction advocating the “ old, old fash
ion” of the baby in the house—a fashion which
there really seems reason to fear is dying out,
especially among thej “ highly cultured ” The
writer of “ Peacemaker Grango ” thinks that
“even the white purity and innocence of a sweet
young girl—who gives herself wholly to you as
a wife, and seems incapable of any but right
and noble thoughts or actions in this connec
tion-needs to be supplemented by the innocent
gambols and winning, artless, and endearing
ways of the little prattler who soon comes to her
arms, before the true-hearted man can see all
the pros and cons of that question—can realize
the length and breadth and depth and height
: of true conjugality. That clear-eyed boy in the
| arms of his clear-eyed mother rises up in vision
to rebuke me when my thoughts incline to stray
| toward the forbidden fruit of unlawful pleas-
I ure.” *
“Wild Work in Louisiana,”
By Mrs. Mary E. Bryan,
Will Soon Begin.
This will be one of the most thrilling
and exciting Stories which ever appeared
in au American Journal, and will be
founded upon startling occurrences which
have transpired since the war, in Loui
siana.
Chandler’s virulent hate of Ilayes, which has
culminated in his confession of the election frauds
is purely due, the Capital thinks, to Williams’ dis
appointment in not obtaining the Secretaryship of
the Interior. Ever since he woke up and found
his hopes were dust, in this respect, the Capital
says he has been in a morbid state, alternating
between “profanity and tears, until now, after six
months of wrestling, his rage seems to have got
the better of his woe, and the result is an open let
ter to the Republicans of New Hampshire, a care
ful perusal ot which leaves one in doubt as to
whether Hayes is au ingrate or a patriot, or Wil
liam a felon or a fool.
‘Jemima Ann,’
WILL;BE CONTINUED NEXT
WEEK.
Propositions for 1878.
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