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JOHN H. MKAL8. - Bditor aad Proprietor.
W. B. SEAM, - Proprietor end Cor. Editor.
HRS. MARY E. BRYAN (•) Associate Editor.
ATLANTA, GEORGIA. JANUARY 26, 1878.
SPECIAL NOTICE.
Bead It—Not Dates but Numbers-
a mirror before the eyes, the passing of a gust of
cool air orer the face produces the same strang
ling sensation. The nervous agita ion is intense,
illusions of sight and hearing are frequent, and a
look of wild terror is in the eyes.
Dr. Watson does away with the ignorant super
stition that accredits the poor patient with bark
ing like a dog and with desiring to walk on all
fours like the animal whose virus rankles in his
veins. The “ barking, ” he says, is only the pe
culiar coughing and hawking which is had re
course to in the effort to get rid of the thick mu
cus that clogs the throat, while the standing on all
(burs is the result of the palsy which takes place
in the lower limbs.
Occasionally, but rarely, the paroxysms cease
before death, as in an instance given by Dr. La
tham. On going to the hospital one day, he
found a hydrophobic patient whom he expected to
see dead, sitting up in bed, quite calm and free
from spasm. “He had just drunk a large jug of
porter. ‘ Lawk ! sir, what a wonderful cure, ’
said the nurse, and the man himself seemed as
tonished at the change; blithe had no pulse, his
skin was cold as marble. In half an hour he
sank back and expired. ”
A person bitten by a mad-dog does not always
have hydrophobia, even when no preventive, such
as excision or cauterization is used ; even as per-
Numbers 132 and 133 Wanted.
tit seems that a great many failed to
receive the above numbers of the Sunny
South. We cannot tell how it happened,
and regret very much that we cannot
supply them ; but those editions are en
tirely exhausted, and we will extend the
time of any subscriber one issue who will
return us either of those numbers, or two
issues for both.
Again and again we beg our patrons to
go by the number and not the date of
this paper. Notice carefully the number
of eat‘h issue, and see if you get it regu-
larly, and when you miss a number, spe
cify it by the number and not the date. No
paper was issued Christmas week, and
notwithstanding the custom and special
announcements to that effect, many sub
scribers are writing to this office for the j sons exposed to contagious diseases, often escape
missing issue. Had they examined the ! takin S them - The saliva of the mad wolf seeras
number on their paper, they would have by rabid wolve8 - n Francc> at different timeB> it is
seen in a moment that they had missed no ! recorded that 67 died of hydrophobia. The fox.
issue. Don’t notice the dates. Fifty j the wolf, the jackal and the cat may communicate
numbers make a complete volume, or 1 M"**®”* to human being*: also, says Mr
r 1 ; \ ouatt, the horse and the badger. Dr. Lincoln, of
One year S subscription. | Massachusetts, records the death of a boy from
T.nst week however, our foreman j being bitten from a rabid raccoon, and the grand-
i . i i . l i i „ J father of the present duke of Richmond died of
neglected to change the number, and a | hydrophobiai \ t is thoB g ht , from the bite of a fox .
few copies were printed as No. 1.34, when I The disease develops itself at most unequal pe-
, , iii i m me o riods—usually within two months after the wound
they should have been No. 135. Some ; g received; but sometimes the virus remains dor-
•subscribers may have noticed this ; but it mant, imprisoned in some way around the cauter-
. •. l ized wound, and does not make its way into the
is the first time it ever occurred. circulation for years.
Formerly the poor sufferers from hydrophobia
were regarded with terror—were confined,or chain
ed, or smothered between feather beds. The more
humane feeling of modern times has done away
with this. Euthanasia, by means of chloral hy
drate, or some anuesthetie vapor is used to mitigate
the fearful agonies and quiet the violent agitation
of the patient. It is not yet known whether one
human being can inoculate another with the poi
son of hydrophobia. Physicians dare not try the
dreadful experiment, but they have proven that
the saliva of a human being dyiug of hydropho
bia may inoculate a dog with rabies. They have
tested this, and they have also performed numer
ous other experiments on canine subjects — many
of them cruel in the extreme. To test whether
thirst or hunger or hot weather produced rabies,
they have caused numbers of dogs and cats to die
for want of water and food ; and at the veternery
school in Alfort, three dogs were “chained during
the heat of summer in the full blaze of the sun.
To one salted meat and nothing else was given, to
another water only, and to>a third neither food
nor drink. They all died, but none of them be
came rabid,”
These cruel experiments seem unnecessary,
since it had already been seen that as many dogs
went mad in cold as in hot weather— that among
the Esquimaux dogs and those of Africa and Bor
neo, rabies was unknown, and that the herds of
half starved scavenger dogs of Constantinople
never go mad.
Though the fact that hydrophobia can not be
communicated through the skin when it is unbro
ken, has been proved by Mr. Youatt, who many
times covered his hands with the saliva of mad
dogs, yet it is found that such is not the case with
mucous membranes—such as those of the mouth
and nose. The mere contact of morbid saliva with
these surfaces will inoculate the person with hy
drophobia. Mr. YoHatt mentions several curious
instances. “A man endeavored to untie with his
teeth a knot that had been firmly drawn in a cord.
Eight weeks after, he died of hydrophobia. Then
it was recollected that with this cord a mad dog
had been tied up. A woman was attacked by a
rabid dog, and escaped with some rents in her
gown. In the act of mending it, she thoughtlessly
pressed down the seam with her teeth. She died
shortiy after, umistakably of hydrophobia.”
In view of the increasing frequency of this
terrible disease, one who should discover a certain
remedy—be it mad-stone or something else—
would make himself famous. V the mad-stone
should really be efficacious in extracting the poi
sonous virus, an exact analysis of its substance
might lead to valuable results. Let us hear from
those travelers in Mexico and among the Indians
whosaw Dr. Grey’s mad-stone, and are reported
to be acquainted with the properties and virtues of
this mysterious remedy. *
’‘Satisfied with the Union/'
The Courier Journal counsels the Cincinnati
Gazette, to “abandon its rant about the old rebel
spirit in the South, after printing the following
utterance “from its own special commissioner,
sent to the Southern States to write up the worst
details he could find.”
“The South is satisfied with the Union. Of
course they have not yet arrived at that senti
mental pitch we feel in the North, but all ideas
of rebellion or secession are long ago dead.
They are far more weary of strife than we are.
They look to receive some material benefits
from the Union, but at any rate, they are in for
good and all. They consider the mselve Amer
icans, they are pleased with the progress of the
country and interested in its politics. The po
etry and sentiment will come after awhile.
There remains but one thing for the North to
do—wait on events and local growth. I cannot
find words sufficiently strong to rightly con
demn the proposed aggressive policy. It would
be madness without excuse. If the party
adopts it, it commits suioide, and beyond all
hope of resurrection. Let the South alone!
Give her five years of perfect peace, to show
what is in her. Mutual good offices, commerce,
travel, the-local interests of each section will
secure justice and good order in nearly£all parts
of the South. And in the future—say in 1885
or 1890—if there be proof that the principle
of the local self-government will not protect
the voter and citizen, then let us have another
convention, remodel our system of government
and adopt the imperial plan, with local officers
for administration only, so that the central
power can interfere anywhere on call. That is
the ideal French system, and that is why many
wealthy Americans prefer to live abroad. But
I am so much in love with the principle of
local law, that I trust it will outlast my time.
The Mad-Stone— Singular facts Concerning
Hydrophobia.
A communication was published in last week’s
paper, stating that a substance—supposed to be a
mad-stone—had been cut from the jaw of a horse
at Social Circle recently by Dr. Gray, who had
shown it to persons who had traveled much among
the Indians and Mexicans, and were learned in
mad-stones.
The communication has elicited various inqui
ries, concerning the nature and efficacy of the
“ mad-stone, ” and as we have no direct knowl
edge of the subject, but much curiosity to know
if this reputed antidote of poisonous virus is
anything more than a superstitious delusion, we
would be glad to receive any reliable information
from persons who have actually seen the mad-
stone cure.
Every one has heard of such wonderful cures.
Stories, seemingly authentic, have gone the rounds
of the press, telling how persons bitten by mad-
dogs or rattle-snakes, have been restored, after
the terrible virus had shown its workings in par
oxysms of agony, by the application of this mys
terious stone to the bitten part, where it would
adhere until it changed color, grew dark green
and offensive, when it would drop off, and require
to be immersed in cold water, before it was fit to
be applied again. When the stone refused to ad
here, the cure had been effected—the poison had
been drained from the system. Cautious people
reserved their credence to stories that sounded so
sensational (though they were duly vouched for)
and the scientific world ignored them altogether
Sir Thomas Watson, in his late exhaustive paper
on “ Hydrophobia and Rabies, ” does not even al
lude to the mad-stone. He says distinctly that
there has been no cure discovered for hydro
phobia—that, after the terrible symptoms show
themselves, the patient must be regarded as doom
ed. Previous to the development of these symp
toms, hydrophobia may be prevented by the ex
cision of the wounded part, or by cauterizing with
lunar caustic or with actual fire. Even these fail
at times, and a case in point is shown where a boy
who had been bitten on the fii ger and had had
the wound promptly cauterized, and so thoroughly
burned as to produce a terrible sore, yet fell vic
tim to hydrophobia. The wound was just healing,
and the celebrated Dr. Abenethy, who was attend
ing the boy, thought he was out of danger, when
one day he told the Doctor he had, in his finger,
an odd sensation of tingling, that ran up to his
arm. Instantly the physician suspected that the
fearful disease was supervening. Looking at the
finger, he saw two faint red streaks reaching up
ward to the bey’s hand and arm. He would not
show his alarm, but came early to the hospital
next day and asked the boy carelessly how he felt.
He had lost the pain, he said, but felt very unwell,
and had not slept at all through the night. Dr.
Aberuethy felt his pulse, told him he was a little
feverish, as might be expected,.and asked him if
he was not thirsty, and would like some toast and
water. The boy said he was thirsty and should
like some drink. When, however, the cup was
brought, he pushed it from him — he could not
drink. In forty-eight hours, he was dead.
This terror of water, is occasioned by the spas
modic contraction of the muscles of the throat,
which the sight or sound of liquids, or the at
tempt to swallow them is sure to produce. Often
the patient earnestly endeavors to quench his
raging thirst, and the utter impossibility of doing
, produces frightful paroxysms. The waving of
The South Coming into Fashion.
The revolving wheel of Fate is bringing the
South up again as a top spoke. She is getting to be
the fashion. Southern belles, politicians and
prominent men are eagerly sought after; South
ern incidents and happenings are chronicled in
detail by the press, and references, (not satirical)
to the honesty, generosity and nobleness of the
Southern people are very common among edi-
.tors, who formerly thought that nothing good
could come from the Southern Natzareth.
Details concerning old plantation life in sla
very times are dwelt upon by writers for North
ern papers, with a kind of admiring interest
that savors of regret for the “patriarchal com
munities,” which they help to break up forever,
“Christmas Eve in the South”—an extrava
ganza supposed to represent the old jolly ante
helium way of celebrating the holiday on South
ern plantations—is being received with raptu
rous delight by Northern audiences ; and the
circumstances attending the late wedding of
Miss Lawrence, daughter of Colonel Effingham
Lawrence of Louisiana—one of the princely
planters and slave owners of former days, elicit
from the press seme curious admissions of the
kindly and benificent relations that existed be
tween slave and master. “ Hundreds of colored
people,” says a New York journal—“the great
majority of them former slaves of Col. Law
rence—and their children—lined the river bank
and filled the grounds. Of course so important
an event as a marriage could not take place in
the Lawrence family without the presence of
these colored people, who, in a measure, feel
that they are a part of the family. Though
more than half a score of years has elapsed
since the relation of master and slave was sev
ered, the old plantation and everything con
nected with it has perhaps, as deep an interest
for them now as when they tilled its rich soil as
chattels. They are essentially children of affec
tion, and their hearts turned kindly toward
those who cared for them before they were
obliged to take care of themselves. Perhaps no
more loving hands than theirs assisted in the
preparations for the marriage of the charming
young daughter of their old master.”
We can forgive the “chattel,” for the admis
sion that slave owners—even in Louisiana, did
protect and care for their slaves.
Slavery is a thing of the past, and there are
few at the South who regret that it is done away
with, and who do not rejoice in the development
of talent and energy—the fuller and more vari
ous life that is beginning to be ours, since the
enervating and stagnating influence of slavery
is withdrawn. But all this does not excuse the
injustice that has been done the South through
sweeping misrepresentations of the institution
of slavery. As a general thing, these misrepre
sentations have nev^r been vehemently repelled.
A patient—if you will, a phlegmatic—people,
we have bided our time—and trusted to the fu
ture to “set all things even.” But really, we
had not anticipated such a speedy revenge. We
had not thought theA.l#k the course of a decade
our dear Northern wethers would seem to re
gret the loss of the oX Shine of contention, more
than we do. It is partly because this loss is felt
in the pocket nerve cf the Northern people,
and partly because they have had to bear more
of the burden of the colored citizen, socially,
politically and financially, than they relish, but
there seems also a tinge of sentimentalism in
their manner of looking back at the vanished
days of slavery, anu we should not be surprised
to hear some of the social reformers, referring to
the “old plantation" as a “model communi
ty,” or to learn that Walt Whitman has written
a poem in praise of the “patriarchal institu
tion.” *
The Stone Woman of North Carolina.
The Colorado Stone man—if it prove a genu
ine petrifacation—is by no means an isolated
curiosity of the kind, unless, that undeveloped
caudal excrescence, so interesting in a Darwin
ian point of view renders it unique. There
are numerous instances on record where the
human body has undergone petrifacation. And
we learn from the Raleigh Observer that there
is a petrified body buried in the Cemetery of
the Methodist Church at. Hendersonville N. C
The history of this stone woman is a romantic
one :
About the year 1836, lived Miss Adeline Byers,
fifteen miles south of Raleigh in Henderson
County. She was a bright, sweet girl, much
beloved by all who knew her, and her hand
was sought in marriage even before she was of
marriageable age. At last she was won by Wil
liam Pinkney Murray, whom she had known
long and well. Soon the nuptials were celebra
ted, and the bride and bridegroom set out in
search of a new oountry, following the setting
sun to the Mississippi Valley. There they locat
ed and began the journey of life together in real
earnest Prosperity and happiness came to
them, until at an unexpected moment death cut
down Mrs. Murray in the very prime of life.
The disconsolate widower, consigning the body
of his deceased wife to the dust as he supposed,
sought “surcease of sorrow ’in the wilds of
Texas. A few years afterward Dr. Josiah John
ston, intending to 1 return to North Carolina,
whence he had remqved with his brother-in-law,
Mr. Murray, disinterred the body of Mrs. Mur
ray for the purpose of carrying it back with
him. Imagine how amazed he was to find it in
the coffin just as he had seen it there years be
fore. The same features—almost the very same
expression. But wjiat he saw was not flesh—it
was solid stone. Tlje whole body had petrified.
In that condition he carried it to North Carolina,
and deiivered to tie aged father, Mr. Byers,
who could hardly doubt that his daughter had
come home to him jasleep ! The news splread
that Adeline’s body had been “turned into a
rock, ” and great w$s the desire of everybody to
see it Attempts wire made, it is said, to steal
it out of the cellar ^here the old gentleman had
carefully concealed it, but they were unsuccess
ful. All through tfe war it was guarded by the
father as the most stored trust, but few persons
being allowed to sie it About six years ago,
however, it was quiitly buried in the Methodist
Cemetery at Hendefeonville, where, it is hoped,
it will be permitted'to rest until the “resurrec
tion morn.”
Aetors is Beal Life—An Amusing Anee
dote of Diderot.
We have always thought that Rosseau was
the prince of maudlin and heartless sentimen
talists, with Sterne following close upon him,
as an actor in real life—a man, who made the
drawing-room, and even the domestic hearth,
a stage wherein he was always performing emo-
ional dramas, such as snuffling over the ill-
health of his “beloved wife,” while he specula
ted, in his letters to his “dear Eliza,” as to how
long she would last, and how soon he might
take to his bosom, his platonically adored—her
self, the wife of another man. Rosseau, who
sent his children to a foundling asylum as soen
as they were born, and never saw them or in
quired about them afterwards, could yet write
essays upon the sacredness of paternal duty.
Byron was a tragedian off the stage, and a re
cent writer upon the “Weaknesses of Great
Men” shows the French philosopher, Diderot,
figuring as an artist, in that line, so accom
plished, that he might have sat to the author of
“Salome” for the graphic portrait of a domestic
sentimentalist, contained in that striking novel.
A story is told of Diderot, on the authority
the French statesman, Devaines, who says that
on the eve of Diderot's departure for Russia,
he (Davanies) called upon him to say good-bye.
“Diderot” he assures us, “received him with
tears in his eyes, and led him into hisj study;
where, with a voice ohokea with sobs, he broke
forth into a monologue in these terms: ‘You
see before you a man in despair! I have pass
ed through the most cruel possible of scenes,
for a father and a husband. My wife . . .
My daughter .... Ah! how can I sepa
rate myself from them,after having been a wit
ness to their heartrending grief! We were at
taible; I sat with one on either side of me; no
strangers, as you may be sure. I wished to
give to them, and to them alone, my last mo
ments. What a dinner! What a spectacle of
desolation .... We could neither eat nor
drink .... Ah! my friend, how sweet it
is-to beloved by beings so tender, but how ter
rible to quit them! No, I shall not have that
hateful courage. What are the cajoleries of
power compared with the out pourings of na
ture? I stay;I have made up my mind; I will
not abandon my wife and daughter; I will not
j be their executioner; for, my friend, believe me,
my departure would be their death.’ As the
philosopher spoke, he leaned over his friend
and bedewed M. Devaines’ waistcoat with his
tears. Before the friend had time to answer
with a few words of sympathy, Madame Dide
rot suddenly burst into the room. The im-
‘ passioned address, which she proceeded to de
liver, had, at least, the merit of sincerity: —
“And pray, M. Diderot, what are you doing
there? You lose your time in talking stuff, and
forget your luggage. Nothing will be ready to
morrow. You know you ought to be off early
in the morning; yet there you are, at your
fine phrases, and your business taking care of
itself See what comes of dining out instead
of staying at home. Yon promised me too, that
you wouldn’t go to-day! But everybody can
command you, except us. Ah! what a man!
My goodness, what a man!” Devaines, with
difficulty, kept his countenance, and lost no
time in beating a retreat. Next day he was not
surprised to learn, that Diderot had managed
to tear himself from his wife and daughter, and
that they appeared to be bearing his departure
with resignation.
The truth is, that, on a careful survey of the
facts, one is forced to the conclusion, that Did
erot made the journey, partly in order to escape
from the beloved one, who was a model of con
stancy and devotion, but had a shrill voice,
which, again, was the exponent of a quick tem
per.” *
Bennett’s Latest Bnterprise.
It is reported that Mr. Bennett, in his recent
European sojourn has made the discovery that
there was an “opening,” as we say here, for a
successful American newspaper enterprise in
London. Notwithstanding the mammoth
Thunderer, and the host of minor dailies it
seems there is a strong need for another news
paper, conducted after the lively American man
ner. The quick-witted, ubiquitous, audacious,
clever reporter, who makes our American sheets
so bright and newsy, who commits some ex
travagances and falls into some errors, but suc
ceeds in giving one on the whole, a vivid and
tolerably accurate picture of the every day life
of our cities—such a reporter is not found with
in sound of Bow Bells. The history of the daily
life of the Metropolis has never been given in a
London paper. The Graphic says that “the
thousand and one events of their streets are
deemed unworthy of a British newspaper. The
paragrapher who condenses news into the small
est compass and puts it in that shape to be eas
iest and quickens wallowed, is not yet known in
England. The writer who can see the ludicrous
side of daily.eventa is allowed no place in the
English paper. Their few police reports are
marvels of verbiage and density. The Bow
Street Court penny-a-liner is intensely practi
cal. He takes the first case served up, and
though it involves nothing more serious than
the theft of a cat, he gravely spins it out to the
prescribed length. The English newspaper
reader is obliged to take pecks of chaff with his
gills of wheat.
The daily life of London is ever more varied
and richer in interesting detail than that of the
American city. It is full of old custom, usage,
remembrance, relic and locality. The London
ers do not know their own city. It is in itself
an empire containing over 4,000,000 of souls.
The denizen of the patrician WestEndmay have
never in his life visited the plebeian East End.
Dickens has given him some idea of its humble
life and eccentric character, but that life and
character is to-day continually rising to the sur
face—a rich cream of incident and event lost for
lack of an American newspaper with a staff of
clever reporters. . •
The Women That Men Love.
The writer of a prize story in that excellent
Southern Monthly the Pearl shows nioe percep
tion as well as a fine dash of saroasm in this
description of the women who are most lovable
to men. “A woman is never more perfectly irri-
sistible to a man than when she is weak and
depends on him for strength. Your Jean D'Aros
are all very well in their way, and they may be
served with loyalty, enthusiasm, devotion. But
it is the loyalty of weakness to strength which is
as far removed from the loyalty of strength to
weakness as can be. The one has in it the ser
vility of self-abnegation and the confession of
dependence. The other has in it the power of
self-abnegation and elements of tenderness, of
strength, of chivalry. The “superior woman”
wiU have manv admirers and few lovers. She
wiU sit by her “solitary fire” while people
praise her afar off The woman who confesses
her weaknesses and throws herself on man’s
guidance, though she purr like a kitten and*
like a kitten oonceal curving claws beneath
velvet paws, will tonoh the hidden ohords of
men’s self-love and draw there from sweetest
music for her willing ears. •
editorial mention.
Send to L. L. Osment, of Cleveland, Tenn.,
tori specimen of the largest and prettiest seed-
wheat ever known in this country, and which
should be sown early in the spring.
Ock friend, Robt. Bonner, is working won
der among the afflicted, with his celebrated
“Holman pad”. We have seen letters worn par
ties, who have been greatly benefited from us
ing it. Bob says he is raising the dead with it
I failed to get Sunny South, No. 133. Will
some kind lady or gentleman send “e that
number, with her or his name mid Post Office?
Address, Wai.tbb C. Lee, Grantville, Ga.
Dr. J. A. Taylor.
In the death of this man, we have lost a true
friend; Atlanta has lost one of the best and
most popular citizens it ever had; his family
has lost one in whom all the noblest traits
that make a husband and father, were centered;
and society at large, has lost one of its best
representatives. Peace to the ashes of our no
ble friend, Taylor.
Miss Ellie Rogers passed through the city a
few days ago, on her way to school, at Bristol
Tenn., one of the most excellent colleges in the
South, under the superintendence of Prof. C.
D. Wester.
Wh have in hand, another interesting letter
from our Fla. correspondent, which will appear
next week. She says flowers are in full bloom
and peas, cabbages and lettuce are plentiful.
From Thomasville Georgia, there comes to us
a new magazine—the South Georgia Agricul
turist, the Editor and proprietor being Col.
L. C. Bryan formerly of the Enterprise —an ex
perienced and able Editor. The new Maga
zine is in neat, plain dress, and filled with a va
riety of interesting matter. Its scope is out
lined as intended to embrace not only agricul
ture, but polities, religion and every subject
, interesting to the people. Its Editor disclaims
I “old fashioaed” ideas, and intimates that his
publication .will keep pace with the ever pro-
< gressive thought of the age, while avoiding
j ultraism in everything.
Agnes Herndon.
Miss Agnes Herndon has enthused the higher
order of theatre-goers in this city by her recent
performances. We saw her Thursday evening
for the first time. The circumstances were es
pecially trying. The promised orchestra was
not forthcoming; the audience, though appreci
ative was not large, and the inspiring, electric
effect of a crowded house was therefore missed
by the performer. Then, there was no support,
no accessory effects, nothing sa ve the one wo
man. But that woman was a “host in herself”;
this was felt so soon as she was seen and heard.
Without support,without music or scenic effects
she enthralled her audience for hours. No ef
fort was apparent yet what a variety of power
was needed ! To assume various and totally dif
fering roles, and to change instantly, in voice,
look and attitude, from one to another; to so fill
the stage with the magnetism of her presence as
to supply scenery and support—all this requires
genius. Miss Herndon’s superb form, her grace
of movement, the mobility of her fine features,
are each striking; but most remarkable of all is
her voice—a rich, full, deep, marvelously flex
ible organ. Her keen, quickly communicated
sense of the ludicrous makes her fine in render
ing comedy, but her full power is seen in pas
sionate parts, and the tragic scenes from Deb
orah—the betrayed Jewess—were grandly ren
dered.
It may be objected to some of her personations
that they are wanting in calmness—a fault that
time will remedy; though, after all it is a ques
tion whether such a remedy will be an improve
ment; if in gaining the self-posession of the
trained artiste she looses that fresh, bouyant,
contagious enthusiasm that now communicates
itself electrically to her audiences.
The Southern Enterprise.
This sterling and popular agricultural and
horticultural journal for January, is on our
table, and as usual, is filled with most excellent
matter. It contains an able and.interesting ar
ticle from the pen of Dr. George Little on the
indipendence of Georgia, or, “What Makes
Georgia an Independent State.” This journal
is rapidly growing in popular favor. A distin
guished gentleman says:
“Southern Enterprise is the best agricul
tural paper in the South.” He further says:
“It is the only paper, of many that I take, of
which I can say, I read every line of every num
ber. ”
A Northern correspondent writes:
“ Two numbers of the Enterprise have fallen
into my hands, which I have read carefully,
and I consider it the highest toned Southern
paper that I have ever seen. The minds of
Northern people are turned toward the South,
and we only need a few such papers distributed
among them to dispel from their thoughts the
prejudices against Southerners, and set the
tide of immigration to flowing South. I expect,
in the near future, to settle there, and, when I
come on an inspecting tour, shall call at the
office of The Enterprise to see and talk with the
man who is possessed of so much common sense
as the editor, judging from the sentiments ex
pressed in the editorials.
The proprietors Cols. Jenkins and Newman
having placed the Enterprise on a firm and sol
id basis, the former will take the field in its
behalf and will add thousands to their already
very large lists of appreciative subscribers.
‘‘Battles Around Atlanta.”
A distinguished Confederate Commander
writes us that our articles on the “ Battles
Around Atlanta ” are being read with great in
terest The Atlanta Daily Tribune also says:
“The articles in the Sunny South on the
* Battles Around Atlanta ’ are attracting mark
ed attention at the North and West, as well as
here at the South. General Joseph Wheeler, the
dashing cavalry commander, proves in these ar
ticles that he oan wield a pen with as much skill
as a sabre. His narratives are vivid and interest
ing, and have.all the dash and inspiration which
characterized his operations in the field: The
articles are peculiarly valuable for future refer
ence to the people of Atlanta.”
Mardi Gras.
We are informed by Colonel W. J. Houston,
General Passenger and Ticket Agent of the Pied'-
mont Air Line, that the Carnival season at New
Orleans will present more attractions and amuse
ments than at any former celebration of this
notable event Money has been lavishly ex
pended, and the preparations have been going
on for months. The day and evening proces
sions will be the most imposing ever witnessed.
The Firemen’s annual parade will come off on
March the 4th with nnusual pomp and magr'*
cence. Mardi Gras occurs on the 5th of Ms
the, day after the parade.