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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.