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4 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. Now is the time to begin with the new stories. For a club of six at $2.50, we will send a copy free for one year. For $5, we will send two copies one year. For $3.50, we will send the Sunny South and Boys and Girls of the South one year. Each subscriber now on the hooks can have a year added to his time for $2.50 by renewing now and sending one other subscriber at same price. For a club of four, at $2.50, we will send a copy of any of the Standard poets or any novel that may be desired. For a club of six, we will send a hand some photograph album. For a club of sixteen, we will send a Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary. For a club of twenty, we will send $10 in gold. (All the names must be sent at the same time when premiums are demanded.) i