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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. Propositions for 1878. Now is the time to begin with the new stories. For a club of six at $2.50, we will send a copy free for one year. For $5, we will send two copies one year. For $3.50, we will send the Sunny South and Boys and Girls of the Sot tii one year. Each subscriber now on the books can have a year added to his time for $2.50 by renewing now and sending one other subscriber at same prioe. For a club of four, at $2.50, we will send a copy of any of the Standard poets or any novel that may be desired. For a club of six, we will send a hand some photograph album. For a club of sixteen, we will send a Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary.