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JOHN H. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor.
W. B. SEALS, - Proprietor and Cor. Editor.
MRS. MARY E. BRYAN (•) Aeeoeinte Editor.
ATLANTA, GEORGIA, FEBRUARY 16, 1878.
Burton Bros., of Opelika, Ala., are Agents for
The Sunni South.
Geo. W. Norman Esp is our general traveling
Agent in Kentucky and the North Western
States.
The Sunny South is always discontin
ued at the expiration of the time paid for.
The most charming and brilliant young lady
in the South now has charge of the Society
column of this paper. Don’t fail to read it this
week.
Battles Around Atlanta.
We make the following extract from a letter
just received, dated at Warsaw, Indiana, Feb. C:
“I served with Gen. McPherson and command
ed a brigade on the Federal side on the day on
which he was killed. I have perused with great
pleasure your articles concerning the operations
around Atlanta during the memorable days of
1864, and I am free to say that they are in every
essential particular correct.”
Orpheus and Eiirydice—See Engraving.
Sweetest and saddest of all the old classic
stories is the one that tells of Orpheus and Eu-
rydice—the magical player whose music on his
lyre subdued the souls of men and drew wild
beasts to his feet; and his fair bride who died in
her young beauty, and whom her despairing
husband followed to the “ dark Plutonian
shore" and there, with the wordless pleadings
of his lyre, melted the stern god of Tartarus
and induced him to release Eurydice, and per
mit Orpheus to take her into the region of light
and life—upon one condition—she must follow
him, and he must not look back. Mr. Graves
tells the story in his musical verse:
Then forth thev fare, the living and the dead,
He first, she following with painful tread.
Till every peril Massed and ghostly dread,
Upon the very threshold of the day,
Fearful lest that dear shape had gone estray,
Orpheus looks hack, O fool.' for close behind
His love still followed with a faithful mind;
But scarce has turned him when that well-known form,
Half-spectre still, yet momently more warm
With waking life, dissolves with shrill despair
And looks of anguish on the nether air.
Hose as she sank a universal knell.
And clapped In thunder the grim gates of hell.
The artist has seized the moment when that
fatal backward look is given, and the fair shade,
that was already gathering life and beauty,melts
back into darkness and death, with a look and
gesture of dispair. *
The Artist Guerry’s Latest Portraits and
Pictures.
Never did more life-like face and figure look
from the canvas than that of Captain Keeley’s
portrait, just finished and standing in Mr
Guerry's studio full length, hat in hand, and
head and body buoyantly and gracefully poised.
The elastic j>ose of the figure, the breezy air,
the living eye, the firm, true tints, the animated
speaking expression—the artist has caught them
all — Atlanta’s handsome, genial “ merchant
prince” stands before us, as he advances to meet
his friends and customers, and beams upon them
in a way to inspire the belief that he is interest
ed in them and not in the dollars they may spend
at his counters. And Mr. Guerry — who is a
physiologist and a close student of human na
ture—as the true artist will always be—says that
this is really the case. He declares (as he stands
before the picture, hands behind his back rapt,
and pardonably so, in his own work) that it
gives him great pleasure to paint a head like
Captain Keeley’s : it refreshes his faith in hu
manity to see a money-getting, prosperous man
with a head so benevolent, a brow and eye so
frank. Not snch is the cranial development of
other moneyed men he has painted. The arch
itects that have hewn out big fortunes have usu
ally the hard steely look that suggests the hew
ing process.
Mr. Guerry has also painted Mrs. Keeley as a
companion portrait in the same finished and vi
talized style. The beauty of the flesh tints, the
delicate,airy, yet true outlines show well against
the softly shaded back-ground, and the express
ion of engaging sweetness and sprightliness is
instantly pronounced “perfect” by the lady’s
friends. One of the beautifally painted hands
is pointing to a group of tall scroll lilies with
their large waxy leaves and classic blooms.
Mr. Guerry is a master of coloring. That lit
tle dreamy sunset picture he has just finished is
rich as though painted with melted jewels— the
dreaming boy under the old oak in the fore
ground—the city with the sunset-gilded domes
and pinnacles in the distance, seeming almost a
part of the sunset cloud-wonder in the West.
What is a Society Lady ?
Roberts the Bpicy Contributor to the Washing
ton Capital thus describes a fashionable society
lady:
“ Oh! she is one of onr society ladies,” was
said to me the other day, speaking of a well-
known lady, and I walked on in a moralizing
frame of mind. I always moralize when I get
to thinking of the departments of society—two
very bewildering things to think ot. To be a
“society lady" is to have an elegant house, that
is constantly overrun by a mob—and I have seen
them when I thought it a very rude mob—of
people that we call friends, who call ns “ dear"
to our faces and “snob” behind our backs; who,
if they heard we were dead, would say: “Too
bad; she gave nice parties.” They eat our din
ners, drink our wine, and then, when the crash
comes, and “house for rent” is put up and the
red flag flies outside, they go like bo many crows
feeding on a carcass, to the sale, poke their noses
into every corner, shaking their head and say
ing one to an other: “Poor things: they were
very extravagant! I always thought they would
bust np! he drank very hard, and she threw
money away!” Then they go away and eat and
drink some one else to destruction. That’s
“society.”
Society people don’t have any homes; some
keep honse, but it is for the use of strangers,
who don’t care a fig for them. Others have hand
some suits of rooms in a fashionable hotel, where
the women have nothing to do hot flirt and
dress, and their children allowed to ran wild or
left to the care of servants, who pay as little at
tention as possible, passing their time in hum
ble imitation of their mistress. The men devote
their mornings to smoking, drinking and play
ing; billiards: their afternoons and evenings to
driving oat with and taking to nice little sappers
somebody’s wife. Their own wife meanwhile is
having her pathway in life smoothed in the
same pleasant manner. After a while “sooiety”
is statled by a great scandal; a ripple ot excite
ment is felt, two or three people disappear from
their places are filled by others, and the
of destruction goes on.
Macauley, Mrs. Norton, Lady Blessington
and Others.
Charles Sumner, who had the entree to the best
English Society, has left in his memoirs (lately
published) some interesting personals concern-
iog figurants in the social and literary circles of
thirty years ago. Macanley, he admires without
liking, and agrees with Sydney Smith, that the |
brilliant essayist was a tremenduous machine for \
colloquial oppression. Though confessing his \
magnificent powers, Mr. Sumner declares he was ;
not an agreeable or loveable person. He says: ;
“Macaulev can repeat every wordjof every arti
cle he has written without prompting; but he has
neither grace of body, face nor voice; he is with
out intonation or variety; and he pours on like
Horace’s river, while we, poor rustics, foolishly
think he will cease; and if you speak he does
not respond to what you say, but, while your
last words are yet on your lips, takes up again
his wondrous tale. He will not confess igno
rance of anything, though I verrily believe that
no man would ever have less occasion to make
the confession. I have heard him called the
most remarkable person of his age, and again
the most overrated one.”
Mrs. Norton, Mr. Sumner thought a beautiful
and grossly-slandered woman. In describing
her, he says she has a “tropical face,” that
phrase which the greedy-after-sensation report
ers and letterwritere of the day have made one of
their pet adjectives, applying it to every fifth
rate actress, or female figures in a divorce scan
dal, who happens to possess—by right of nature
or purchase—a high color, and a pair of black
eye-brows. But Mrs. Norton had a face worthy
FROM OUR LETTERS.
The Voice of the Public.
WHAT THE PEOPLE THINK OF OUR
SUNNY SOUTH.
H. W. B., of Crockett, Texas, says: “I write
to state that as soon as my wife can get up a
club we will renew our subscription for The
Sunny South for ’78. You can mark me down
as a ‘ regular subscriber'so long as your paper
maintains its present high standard.”
W. H. H. M., Texarkana, Texas, says: “Having
been a reader of your paper for the past year,
and regarding it as the most worthy of any oth
er now published, either North or South, I, as
one, would feel at a loss without it, and my
family would be deprived of a precious gem,
which I do not wish them to be. Its high mor
al tone, animated romance, unequalled litera
ture, has such exalting influence with both old
and young, that it deserves the special counte
nance from the people of the whole South. En
closed find amount of subscription for present
year. Hoping you will continue to succeed in
your laudable enterprise, and that our noble
Southern people will hereafter more than treb
ly assist you, I am yours, etc.”
W. J. R., of Evelyn, Ga., says: “Enclosed,
please find $3.50 for continuation of my
subscription for the Sunny South, and Boys
and Girls of the South. I intend taking both
of them as long as I live. Mrs. R. cannot be
satisfied without them, and I am lost withont
their weekly visits. God’s richest blessings
upon our Southern beauty—The Sunny South.”
Mrs. Prof.W. H. P., of Atlanta, says: “I write
to ask you to send a few, or as many copies of
last week’s Sunny South as you can spare. I
am anxious to send some specimen copies to
, . . nu i „ a . „ • • a it i several of my friends, and last week’s number,
of a poetess,and Charles Sumner describes it ^ oQe Qf ^ finest ever printed . l am 8atis _ |
worthily; I fied that no other literary paper in the South j
“The beauty of Mrs. Norton has never been ! c U P to , th ? f™** SouTH in its 8 P arkle ’
exaggerated. It is brilliant and refined. Her! and variety^ f y. t
countenance is lighted by eyes of the intensest
No class of readers but
can find much to interest tUem; and every week
the paper seems richer in its contents than the
last. At our house the Sunny South is always a
welcome visitor, and we invariably sonnd its
praises to all who do and do not read it. With
brightness, and her features are of the greatest
regularity. There is something tropical in her
look, it is so intensely bright and burning, with
large, dark eves, dark hair and Italian complex- j b wisbe8 for our S dnny SouxHi i am eto ."
wn. And her conversation is so pleasant and Mi Lu , a q of Oakland, Miss., says: “I
powerful, without being masculine or rather, enclo8e $3 00 for renewal of subscrip-
masculine without being mannish; there ,s the ti to SusNY SouTH . Your enterprise is
grace and ease of the woman, with a strength | oae which e true southerner wishes to suc-
and vigor of which any man might well be , ceed _ and ought to aid.”
P roud ’ ! Gussie H., of Isabella, Ga., writes: “I am a
Of Lady Blessington—the brilliant queen of j life subscriber. I would not be without your
a court, composed of men alone, he gives ns a
striking picture, showing her in her “palace of
Armada,” with no lady abont her, but her gen
tlemen friends and admirers clustered around,
numbering snch men as Lords Wellesley,
Brougham, Lyndhurst, Durham aud others,
who, through their wives and lady friends, had
closed doors upon the brilliant, eccentric
mother-in-law of D’Orsay, eagerly numbered
themselves among her visitors. Writes Mr.
Snmner :
“As I entered her splendid drawing-room,
she came forward to receive me with that be-
wiching manner and skillful flattery which still
give her such influence. ‘Ah, Mr. Summer,’
said she, ‘ how sorry I am that you are so late .'
Two of your friends have just left us—Lord
Lyndhurst and Lord Brougham; they have
been pronouncing your eloge.'
She was, of course, the only lady present,
and she was surrounded by D'Orsay, Bulwer,
Disraeli, Duncombe, the Prince Napoleon and
two or three lords. Her house is a palace of
Armada, about two miles from town. It once
belonged to Wilberforce. The rooms are fur
nished in the most brilliant French style, and
flame with costly silks, mirrored doors, bright
lights and golden ornaments. But Lady Bles
sington is the chief ornament. The world says
she is about fifty-eight; by her own confession
she must be over fifty, and yet she seems hard
ly forty; at times I might believe her twenty-
five. She was dressed with the greatest care
and richness. Her conversation was various,
elegant and sparkling, with here and there a
freedom which seemed to mark her intercourse
as confined to men.
She has spoken with me on a former occasion
abont Willis, whom she still likes. She would
have been happy to continue to invite him to
her house, but she could find no persons who
would meet him. She thought some of his lit
tle poems exquisite. Indeed, she spoke of him
in a way that would please him. 1 did not ven
ture to introduce his name, for fear of stepping
on forbidden ground; but she volunteered to
speak ot him. Count D'Orsay surpasses all my
expectations.
He is the divinity of dandies ; in another age
he would have passed into the court of the gods,
and youths would have sacrificed to the God of
Fashion. He is handsome, refined, gallant and
intelligent. I have seen notes or letters from
him, both in French and English, which are
some of the cleverest I have ever read ; aud iu
conversation, whether French or English, he is
excessively brilliant
Mr. Sumner’s lately published “Letters and
Memoirs” sparkle with such characterizations
as these — valuable as being sketched by a
shrewd and intelligent student of human na
ture. *
paper for any price. I used to take Mr. Bon
ner’s paper, the Ledger, but have quit it for i
yours, which I greatly prefer, because of my
own sunny South. Wishing you unbounded
success, I am, veiy respectfully, yours, etc.” (
Miss Mamie H., of Cartersville, Ga., says: “I
herewith send to you the names of two new sub
scribers. I feel sure that I shall have eight
names to give you this year, instead of only six,
as last year; so beg you to place the two pres
ent names at the first of my list, and hold it
open for me for two or three weeks, when I
hope to complete the entire list, with eight
names. As before, I have told you, I have had
our Sunny South since it ‘first saw the light,’
and want to have it so long as it is published,
or I can read.”
It. P. B., of Baltimore, Md., says: “Enclosed
we hand yo;i olffick^for another year for your
Young Writers.
We have inadvertently neglected to notice
the debat of a unique publication emanating
from College Temple, Newnan. This is a neatly
printed and interesting Monthly—“The New
Departure ’’—made up principally of contribu
tions from the numerous alumnae of the Col
lege, some of them experienced and polished
writers, such as Mrs. Barber Towles, and Mrs.
Broyles, of this city. The Monthly is printed
by the girls of the College. In the January
number, now before ns, we recognize a stroke
of President Kellogg’s strong pen in this very
pertinent advice to contributors :
It is the common tendency of the yonng
writers of the day to waste words on useless or
uninteresting description, vain theorizing and
—worse—sermonizing; and to these we would
say : Never write unless you have something
very entertaining to write about; and when you
write a little story do not, as is too often the
case, treat it as a beast of burden on whose
weak shoulders is piled yonr entire mental
stores; it is unjust to the story, thus to kill it
off with big words, foreign phrases, bits of his
tory, theology and geography ; nor is it kind to
the publishers, who would like the story well
enough, but cannot afford to give space to use
less, recapitulatory remarks—and lastly, it is
hard on the public who have not time to read so
much in order to get so little. Write spicy,
racy, sensible articles and they will not want
publishers.
Wb are born to lose and to perish, to hope
and to fear, to vex ourselves and others; and
there is no antidote against a common calamity
hut virtue; for the foundation of true joy is in
the oonseienoe.
valuable paper. * MjfTamily say they cannot ijo
without it. We like it better than the New
York papers; the reading matter is better selec
ted; short and crisp, and the paper generally
shows that there is life in the ‘old State yet.’
Yours, with our best wishes.”
R. P., of Liberty Hall, Ga., says : “It is with
great pleasure I renew my subscription for the
Sunny South. I wish two copies of the paper-
one for myself, the other for Mrs. F. H. Bates,
Marion, Ala. Enclosed you will pleaae find
$5.00 (five dollars) the necessary sum. May the
popularity of your paper increase with each
New Year, is the wish of one of its most inter
ested readers.”
A. W. R., of Charleston, S. C. f writes: “En
closed please find money, for which renew my
subscription to your valuable paper, the sunny
South. It deserves success on account of its
own merit; but the fact of its being a Southern
enterprise, and an exponent of Southern senti
ment, should further endear it to our people.
What I can do for it I shall, and deem it a duty.
Respectfully, etc.”
Lessie G., of Jessamine Bower, Ga., says:
“ Your ‘postal’ was received announcing that
my subscription would expire with No. 137, and
I hasten to renew, as I hope I shall always have
my name upon your books. My Sunny South
is always looked for with impatience, and al
ways perused with pleasure.”
Mamie E. N., of Washington, D. C., says:
“ Enclosed*you will please find money for an
other year’s subscription to the Sunny South.
I think that this ‘era of good feeling’ should
not only prompt us Northern women to the en
couragement of Southern enterprise, but on the
other band should excite an equal amount of
interest on the part ot Southern women not to
be indifferent to the success of such an inter
esting paper as yours. Hoping that your pat
rons may not only renew, but send on new sub
scriptions, and that the coming year may be
one of prosperity to your journal, I am, yours
very truly.”
Miss Anna L., of Brokenburg, Va., says: “I
enclose $5.00 and the names of two subscribers.
I have been a subscriber from the first number,
and expect to be one * until death do us part.’”
D. H., of Rock Hill, S. C., says: “Enclosed
I mail you money in payment of subscription
to the Sunny South for 1878. Please excuse me
for delay, and know that we would not be with
out the paper for double the amount of sub
scription. You can count on me.”
Geo. D. G., ofForkland, Ala., writes: “Please
find enclosed $3.00 for the Sunny South. This
is the third year that I have taken your paper,
and I find that I cannot do without it. Please
be sure to send me a ticket in your lottery. I
hope to be able to send you several new sub scri-
bers in a few days. Wishing you much suc
cess, etc.”
Dr*
Holmes.—No Growing Old with the
“Autocrat,”
There are writers one can never imagine old—
so yonng and fresh is the heart that throbs in
their written words. Who could ever have pic
tured Charles Lamb other than boyish-looking ?
Oliver Wendell Holmes is another of those whos9
youth is immortal in literatare. ‘ Dr. Holmes
is an old man,’ said one to us not long ago. The
remark caused something like a shock of surprise
and regret Old! Yes, he may be, for his
quaint fancies and subtle humor and mellifluous
rhymes.
‘‘Like Gypaey mule-bell* chiming.,’
Won our childish heart, in days
that are sank deep under the snow
and shine of the past Old ! Ah;
then we most not expect any more of that bright
vivacity—that April play of sunny and shadowy
thought that exuberant fancy—which could
dance so airily on the borders w the fantastic—
that exquisite humor, rioh and delioate as the
odor of yellow Jessamine, which permeated his
earlier writings. All this is the bead upon the
wine—the fragment aroma in the cup of hyson—
it vanishes through long standing; it is the spe
cial perogative of youth. Such is the law of
nature. Ah! but genius laughs at laws. Ana-
| oreon at seventy, was crowned with the myrtle
j as well as the bay.
j Chancing on a poem in the Atlantic, from the
j Autocrat of the Breakfast table, we find de-
| lightedly that Dr. Holmes is not old. The heart
! of youth is still there. Age has not withered
him, nor custom staled his infinite variety.
The ‘Dainty Ariel,’ of his fancy, glances
just as airily as ever through the verses of the
poem, ‘My Aviary.’ There are the quaint con
ceits we found so charming in other days. The
picturesque words that set a scene or thing be
fore yon. Like this for instance :
The guil, high-floating, like a sloop unladen,
Let* the loose water waft him as it will;
The duck, round-breasted as a rustic maiden,
Paddies and plnnges, busy, busy still.
And this description of the gull, those birds
thatintimeof calm, hold ‘ speechless senate ’
sitting ‘ on some broad ice floe, pondering long
and late;’ but—
When along the waves the shrill northeaster
Shrieks through the laboring coaster’s sbrouds " Be
ware!,’
The pale bird, kindling like a Christmas feaster
When some wild chorus shakes the vinous air,
Flaps from the leaden wave in fierce rejoicing.
Feel's heaven’s dumb lightning thrill his torpid nerves,
Now oil the blast his whistling plumage poising,
Now wheeling, whirling iu fantastic curves.
Such is our gull; a gentleman of leisnre,
'.ess-fleshed than feathered; bagged, you'll find him
snch;
His virtue silence; his employment pleasure;
Not. bad to look at, and not good for much.
How quickly come the poets thought-transi
tions ! A shiftless lout, ‘sallying out to waste
powder,’ floats across the scene of the ‘ Aviary ’
in his dug-out; a gun is raised and a leaden
shower shatters the silver breast of the happy
gull. ‘One little gasp,’ and its ‘ universe has
perished,’ and the pitying poet muses.
Is this the whole sad story of creation.
Lived by its breathing myriads o’er and o'er—
One glimpse of day, then black annihilation—
A sunlit passage to a sunless shore?
Give back our faith, ye mystery-solving lynxes !
Kobe ns once more in heaven-aspiring creed* !
Happier was dreaming Egypt with her sphynxes.
The stony convent with its cross and beads,
This mood passes, and the bard, watching the
white sea-birds rocking softly on the billow,
drifts off into a dream of metempsychosis, and
floats a sea-fowl, at the side of his mate, the
‘ great blue hollow ’ of the sky over him.
‘Space all unmeasured, unrecorded time,’
’till a voice recalls him, and he finds himself a
‘plameless biped still,’ with nothing about him
‘ bird-like’ but ‘ his quill.’
All of which is in Dr. Holmes’ own vivid,
graceful style, and shows that his heart, like
Hans Andersen's, is a ‘perennial fountain of
youth.’ *
EDITORIAL MENTION.
Miss Davenport at Last
Fanny Davenport will give Atlanta one night
only (Friday 15th inst) appearing as Mabel
Renfreu in Augustine Daly’s popular society
play of Pique. Miss Davenport—known as a
successful cemedienne has developed fine dra
matic force daring late years and is now a star
of the tragic stage, and the rival of Clara Morris.
Her poses are studies for a sculptor, her phys
ique fine, her costumes superb, and she wears
them as if born in the purple. It is promised
that her support will be worthy of her. *
Emory College.
The Southern Christian Advocate says: W
have authority for saying that the Executiv
Committee of the board of Trustees have filled
the vacancy occasioned by the death of Dr. O.
L. Smith, by electing Rev. I. S. Hopkins, A. M.,
M. D., who will enter immediately upon the du
ties of his chair. Dr. Hopkins was for several
years a Professor at Emory, and for the past two
years has filled a chair in the Southern Univer
sity, at Greensboro, Ala. He is r cognized
wherever known as a man of marked ability, and
unimpeachable scholarship. His return to Ox
ford will be hailed with universal satisfaction.
We take great pleasure iu calling the specia
attention of the Baptist people to the old Chris
tian Index, that good old paper which has been
the organ of the Baptist denomination so long
that it has become an indispensable member of
every Baptist household. The old patriarchs of
that church have been devoted to it for half a
century. The paper, now in the hands of James
P. Harrison & Co. is better than it ever was, and
every Baptist in the land should take it. It has an
able corps of religious editors, with our friend
and poet, C. W. tfubner, who is one of the best
newspaper men in the South as literary editor.
Mary Anderson’s Parthenia and
Evadue.
Parthenia in the noble play of Ingomar is
said to be a favorite role of Miss Anderson. It
touches heights of womanly nobleness never
reached in characters like Juliet and Pauline.
Miss Anderson appreciates the conception and
endows it with the warmth of reality. The
young actress is said to be wonderfully improv
ed by her months of hard study and her ordeal
behind the New York foot-lights. She comes to
us agaii. n Tuesday, 12th inst., when she will
play Parthenia and also Evadne in Shiel's fine
old play. In the latter character, we shall see
how the portrayal ot the highly emotional and
impassioned fits the genins of the girl who is
already styled the American Rachel. *
Atlanta Minstrels.
Atlanta's amateur’s are clever; there is no
denying the fact. They gave an entertainment
last Thursday evening that was quite enjoyable.
What it lacked in finish, it made up in spirit. It
was for the benefit of the ever-popular Library;
its band of performers comprised a number of
Society young men, and it was known that a
burlesque of local interest was down upon upon
the programme. These circumstances drew a
large crowd, notwithstanding the rain. And a
most appreciative audience it was. It entered
whole-souled into the fun, caught the local hits in
a flash, laughed at the wit of the “ end men ”—
whether perceptible or taken for granted—and
applauded each pas seul of the dancers. The
singing—with quartette chorus—was very good
indeed; the litle farces of the Crashed Tragedian
and the Enterprising Book Agent as well as
Uncle Dan were capitally acted; the solo song
and dance combined was given in dashing style,
and the closing burlesque upon the late hard
money-meeting in Atlanta was a laughable, bat
good-hamored caricature of some of Atlanta’s
oratorical magnates.
Tuere was a guitar duett that was good, and a
violin solo—well, it is to be regretted that the
snapping of an unlucky string out short a violin
solo that would have delighted the audience.
The yonng preformer is an artist—destined to
be famous—but as modest as he is gifted, and
this was his first appearanoe before an Atlanta
audience. It will not be his last •
The Piedmont Air Line-Change of Sehednle.
On Sunday an important change takes place
in the schedule of this magnifioent line. The
Constitution says: ‘ . .
The General Passenger and ticket Agent asserts
that it will make the quickest time ever made,
being just thirty-five hours from Atlanta to
New York, with a double daily connection and
F oilman Palace Drawing Room Care through
without change. It appears from this^ the long
anticipated hopes of the friends of this impor-
i tant link in the great thoroughfare between the
• East and West will speedily be realized, and
! those who have doubted the propriety of the
j investment made by Attlanta, will at no distant
day, witness a large interest aenreuing to the city
in the wav of large increased trade and travel
drawn hither by this line.
Funeral of William F, Brown.
A TOUCHING AND IMPRESSIVE OCCASION.
The announcement of the death of Wm. F.
Brown, of Macon, cast a gloom over every coun
tenance and the universal remark was “that
a good, kind-hearted man had fallen; nobody
was his enemy and every one his friend.” He
was laid as one quietly sleeping, in a beautiful
casket, his countenance wearing his natural ex
pression of simplicity and innocence so typical
of his life. The casket was covered with wreaths,
crosses, stare and other floral designs, formed
of hyacinths, violets, japonicas and geranium
leaves. Never before have we witnessed such a
profusion of these beautiful floral tributes; each
of which was accompanied by the most tender
missives of sympathy and friendship.
The procession was formed with the Macon
Volunteers in front, followed by five clergymen
: in a carriage, then the hearse with the remains,
! escorted by five pall-bearers on each side; then
| forty of the colored servants who had served
the deceased in the hotel. The servants were
arrayed in habiliments of mourning, amd their
i demonstrations of sorrow for their departed
i employee, was a touching ma*k of the esteem in
j which he had been held by every class ot per
sons.
On arriving at the Methodist Chnrch, of which
I he had been a member for three years, another
I large number of citizens had congregated, and
the Order of United Workmen had formed into
line with uncovered heads to join the proces
sion.
The fnneral exercises were opened with the
touching voluntary by the choir, “Unvail thy
bosom, Faithful Tomb,” after which the Rev. J.
W. Burke read the 8th Psalm, which was a favo
rite chapter with the deceased, and one that he
had read to him on the day preceeding his death.
; The Rev. Mr. Clark read the beautiful hymn,
“Jesus, lover of my Soul,” which was most
feelingly rendered by the choir. A fervent
prayer was offered by Rev. Dr. Kennedy, and
liev. Mr. McDonald read the impressive and
consoling hymn, “I would not live alway,”’
which the choir sang wilh most touching effect.
I The exercises at the chnrch then closed with
j a handsome and affecting tribute to the deceased
by his pastor. Rev. Mr. McDonald.
| After referring to the many virtues of the de-
! ceased, the pastor gave instances of his own ex
perience with the deceased as a Christian, and
j cited his kindness to the traveling clergymen of
the churches who were entertained by him and
made as comfortable, without charge, as a hospi
table host could provide for them. He spoke of
his last illness and dying hour with peculiar
interest and appropriateness. He had banish
ed the thoughts of life’s cares, and of the world
from his mind, and talked only of Jesus, and
his faith in Him—his only refuge. To his wife
1 he imparted the dying injunction: “Trust in
Jesus;” that he had “faith in the Saviour’s love,
and it would extend to the care of the widow
and the fatherless!"
The remarks generally were impressive and
! highly suitable to the character of the deceased,
i The long procession of mourning friends then
followed the remains of their beloved compan
ion and fellow-citizen to be consigned to that
narrow house prepared for all thedead. Then
the usual service of the Methodist church was
read at the grave by the Rev. Mr. Clark, and as
the mourners dispersed with sad hearts and
tender memories, the “Volunteers” discharged
three volleys as a last tribute to their faithful
and beloved comrade.
The Death of the Pope.
His Holiness, Pope Pius the IX died on the
5th in the Vatican at Rome. The dispatches
say:
Rome, Feb. 8.—The conclave assembled im
mediately at the Vatican. Pope Pius IX left in
structions which will be unsealed to-day and
read presante eadavere by the chamberlain to
all the cardinals now here. Probably the hall
of the consistory will be chosen for holding the
BALLOT FOR THE POPE.
Prince Chigi, marshal of the conclave, has as
sumed his functions and given orders for the
customary walling up of the doors of communi
cation and the removal of persons now living on
the same floor on which the conclave will as
semble. The cardinals have already been in
formed of the meeting of the conclave. The
French cardinals are expected here to-morrow
and the Austrian and Spanish cardinals on Sun
day and Monday. Nothing has yet been decid
ed regarding the
REMAINS LYING IN STATE.
The cardinal vicar’s announcement of the
death of the Pope says his funeral will be cele
brated at St. Peter’s cathedral, and orders pray
ers for the deceased. Everything indicates that
the cardinals will be unmolested and free in
their
SELECTIONS OF THE POPE.
The Pope’s logs were so much better Wednes
day that he was able to walk a few steps. It is
believed that this exertion was fatal. A change
for the worse occurred at 4 o’clock Thursday
morning. When the death agony commenced,
the cardinals were assembled in conncil in the
the next room,but all,together,with the dignita
ries of the papal court, were
AT HIS BEDSIDE
at the moment of death.
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