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TO MISS KENEDY, a# “LEONORA,” in
“I.L TROVATOBE.”
BY H. MO.lt.
Sweet CMM of Song! thine is the art,
With angel voice, to touch the heart.
And lift the coni, in wing* of love.
To brighter, purer realms above 1
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Thou glMeet through each mimic eeene.
In form and grace a very Qoeen,
While all thjr bird-like warbling* aeem
Like whisperings of as angel's dream t
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A# '•Leonora" thou bast won,
A fcdelece wreath fair gifted one,
And round thy name forevermore.
Is brightly twined "II Trovatocef
IV.
Oh 1 when, with last expiring breath.
Thy charming voice is hushed in death,
Kay its sweet tones be beard again,
Where angels sing their glad retrain !
Atlanta, Ga., Feb nary 26, 1878.
b ras^TvsTbrahts.
The Career of 4. Byron Sm ythe, of
(toobertown.
BY MARY K. BRYAN.
Hr. Smythe, however, soon took occasion to
enlighten the public mind concerning the bril
liant enterprise, which was destined to elevate
Goobertown so immensely in the scale of dignity
and importance. He delivered a high-wrought
address in the town meeting-house, (perched
upon the Bible and hymn-book in order that his
chin might be on a horizontal line with the
front of the pnlpit. His speech was electrical
in its effect. He roared, he stamped, he sqnealed
and beat the sonnding-board so vehemently that
he succeeded in completely convincing his audi
ence, that the only way to save the county and
prevent the Sonth from sinking into oblivion
and disgrace, was to subscribe immediately for
the "Angel of the Household,” of which J. Byron
Smythe was to be editor and proprietor, (e
rung changes npon the stereotyped editorial
appeal that "we have no literature of our own,”
and poured so much withering sarcasm and con
vincing argument npon the heads of those who
patronized northern periodicals, that the three
individuals who had taken Godey ever since
their recollection, were so ashamed of them
selves that they mentally resolved to stop the
hook, and never pay a cent of their subscrip
tion.
So much for the power of eloquent oratory;
hot J. Byron waa gitted also with the mighty
power of gab. He laid siege to each citizen sep
arately, and hooking his little huger in their
button-holes, talked to them until, in self-de-
fenoe, they were compelled to pull out their
pocket-books and hand over the two dollars
"hush money.” What will not an individual
do, to prevent his ear drams from being bored
throngli with the endless vocal exercise of one
who, like our hero, will have "his say out?”
The power of gab is invincible. A man can be
talked into anything, provided he is approached
with the necessary amonnt of assurance, and
indifference to frowns ; pishes and cold looks.
What if Jones does snub you, when yon ask him
him for the dozenth time to subscribe for your
hook: a snub is not a tangible thing; (unless
administered in the shape of a kies;) go on,
waylaying Mr. Jones and insisting on the mer
its ot your hook and hia duty as a Southerner
and patriot; and, though his purse is afflicted
with a chronic cramp, it will relax through the
influence of gab, and Mi. Jones wil! give in.
The indefatigable Byron understood this por
tion of hnman nature by instinct, and pretty
soon his exertions were crowned with success,
and his subscription list boasted nearly every
name in the city of Goobertown and the sur
rounding neighborhood. In a short time, the
necessary material a as purchased, and the Angel
erf the Household (represented at the top of the
page by a figure with very scanty petticoats and
winga growing out behind its ears) went forth
on its earthly mission,
The first number contained contributions
from the whole literary lamily. J. Byron's
poetical effusion and booming editorial leader
were conspicuous, Miss Rosamond liosemary,
the Editress of the Literary Department, and
the eldest ungathered leaf on the ancestral tree
of Smythe, began the publication of a thrilling
Romance, entitled "Wrong and Retribution, or
the Robber’s Revenge," while Minnie Myrtle,
the "fair songstress,” who edited the poetical
department, published a pathetic string of stan-
zas on somebody's "Tress ot hair;” Chore mama
(whose leaden biscuit and leathery pie crust
were destruction to all teeth with which they
came in contact) edited the culinary depart
ment, under tbejuvtnile pseudonym of Fatty
Peony, while the Agricultural, the Horticultu
ral, the Educational, and the Medical depart
ment had each a separate editor. Trnly, the
" Angel of the Household ” was in danger of
being in a predicament similar to that of the
plantation embalmed in genuine negro melody,
as having
••One little nigger and two oberseer*;"
but this was the grand original idea of Mr.
Smythe, and as ior the numerous editors, they
were too delighted at seeing themselves in print
to think of demanding any pay for their servi
ces.
A perfect temple of the Muses was the domicil
of the Smythes, which Miss Rosamond insisted
npon calling "Walnut Hall,” and the sentimen
tal Minnie wrote at the bottom of her billetdonx,
as "Jessamine Bower,” while Patty Peony per
sisted in styling it "Romford Place," after the
Connt of that nsme, who wrote essays on cook
ery. It is the lashicn to call lady scribblers
“seng birds” and "minstrels,” and certainly
this charming abode, with the variety of names,
contained a peilect nest lull of "song birds,” in
fnll feather. There was Miss Rosamond, who
was romantic and independent, and wore a cal
ico wrapper, diversified with ink danbs, and
hair, as Joaquin Miller has it:
"Put up in some wild way;"
that is, fastened to the side of her head with one
hairpin. She was a sallow spinster, with a
hooked nose, gray eyes behind green spectacles,
and a month which always looked as though
she had just eaten an unripe persimmon.
Miss Minnie, the poetess, was like Dicken’s
Miss Pecksniff, "indeed a gushing thing.” She
wore white muslins, corals and ringlets, though
the family had long since ceased commemorat
ing her birth-days. It yon called in the morning
and obtained by chance, a peep into the "study”
•—which bore more resemblance to a rubbish
shop, with its old shoes end toothless combs,
its dirty stockings rolled up in dumps, or left
sprawling on the floor, its backless books, its
stacks ot underclothes, just as they were dropped,
scattered papers, spools, powder pnffs, rouge
stands, toiled gloves, etc. etc.—bat, as I was
going to say, it you stole a peep into this sanc
tum tanctoitm oi the MnseB, in the morning,
you would set Miss Minnie on the 6ola, in a
loose MJtqne and underskirt, with her hair in
brown cuil japersjbut if yon called in the eve
ning, the butteifiy would he out of its chrysalis.
Ton would see the nymph in white nansook,
with blue ribbons and charming ourls, fluttering
about i au g the roses and singing "I'd be a
butUifiy,” in softest of sopranos.
As for the Editress of the culinary department,
she employed herself from
••The dewy riving, to the eel of sun,*’
in ooncooting alKsorts of unimaginable and un
eatable messes, the ingredients of which she
set down and published in the Anpri of the Bouse-
hold as recipes for delioions dainties.
The remaining scions ot this remarkable fam
ily, were masters Adolphns and Augustus—two
promising youths, not yet out of ronnd-a-houts,
bearing a decided reeemblanoe to their disting
uished brother, and displaying—according to
their doting mama—extraordinary evidences,
even at their early ages of a literary turn of mind.
If idleness and impudenoe were tokens of that
' literary turn ot mind,’ the juvenile Smythes
were prodigies indeed, for their highest hap
piness consisted in swinging on the creaky
stable gate, and sacking mint stick.
In this literary atmosphere, that meek indiv
idual—John Smythe—clerk in a grocery store,
and father of this interesting family, felt him
self as completely out of his element, as a mud
turtle would in a basin of rose-water. In the
estimation of his gifted family—he was a mere
cipher—a machine, whose only use was to pay
the household expenses.
An attempt had been made to have him con
duct the ‘Commercial Department’ of the ‘Angel
of the Household,’ but it bad proved a signal
failure. Honest John could write hia name in
a good, round fist and give a note at sight or add
an account, bat beyond this, his knowledge of
that ‘ mighty instrument of little men’ did not
extend. His rara. sposa was wont to say, with a
sigh, tnat Mr. Smythe was a good creature, but
he did not understand her; his soul conld not
rise above the level of his nose, and Mr. Smythe,
as he chewed his indigestible urntton chop, or
stumbled over dirty piles of female apparel, was
wont to wish in his heart that some other folk’B
sonls did not rise above the level of their nose.
In his heart, for he would as soon have thought
of inventing a new religious system, or of run
ning for Congress, as of expressing any such
dangerous desires. He Btood in awe of the lit
erary brood aronnd him, and sat silent at the
table, while the merits of hexameters and Iam
bics were discussed, or while the etherial Min
nie took the pedal extremity of the chicken
from between her lips, while Bhe repeated a
stanza of her favorite Amelia, or Miss Rosamond
unraveled the complicated plot of her next blood
and thunder romance. Glad enough was he to
dispatch his gntta percha toast and coffee that
tasted like a deeootion of hay, and exchange
Jasmine Bower for his coffee and molasses-
smelling grocery. Then ‘ Richard was himself
again.'
(TO BS CONTIXtnSD.)
the occasion was eharming, as it always is when
this Society meets. At least one original con
tribution from a member leads off the pleasures
of the evening, music, and a handsome colla
tion and social converse perfecting the occasion,
than which nothing can be more pleasant to
cultivated people, anxious for a moment’s re
lease from the high pressure of politics, cares
and burdens borne in the heat of the day’B bat
tle. The subject disoussed this evening was
"Mortuary Observances,” and several deeply
interesting papers were read, and comments
made. This Society brings together some of
the best of the Capital’s culture and worth.
The receptions at Hon. Horatio King’s are de-
delightfnl resources in the literary and art cir
cles here. Mr. King is a benefactor in this
regard, and the good he does will live after
him. This evening there is to be a delightful
reunion at Gen. Harlan’s, where much that is
social and literary will swell the hour with last
ing charm. These pleasant features in the gay,
busy, often thoughtless, Capital, make one
glad, and aware that
"There’s many a rest in the road of life
If we’U only stop to take it.”
This city has its shadows though, like other
centres of humanity, of sorrow and poverty;
and though you may not see a palace and a
prison on either hand, yon see enough of the
mournful, the fateful, even in the sorrowing
faces, that are white with despair, and hopes
gene out, to exclaim as elsewhere—"magnifi
cence and rats.” You will especially say this
when yon cs&e out of the Capital, and "look
on this piotnrf, and then on that.”
I have just seen for the first time the noble
statue, in the marble gallery of Corcoran’s Art
Gallery, of Napoleon the First It is a marvel
ous work, realistio and powerful. It is entitled
“ The, Last Days of Napoleon I.”
Napoleon is seated in a chair supported by a
pillow. A blanket covers his body and legs,
but his dressing gown, partly open, shows his
masBive and wasted chest His right hand rests
languidly on an arm of the chair; his left ner
vously clutched, rests on a map of "Europe in
1814.” The grand, massive, mysterious head
droops forward, and "there’s an awfnl specula
tion” in the glazed depth of the unfathomable
eyes gazing earnestly from beneath the classic
brow. An indomitable spirit lives in the com
pressed lips, and the fine, thin nostrils breathe
the Bcorn of a conqueror. It is sublime and
pathetic, with a strange solemn beauty, that
gives the most powerful image of the Fallen
Imperial Captive. It is by a Swiss artist, Yela.
L. R. M.
Enoch Translated into Heaven
Letter From Washington.
S’rom the Book .Tasbar.
Hell-C'ongrows— Garland— Fine Arts— Fine
Women and Costumes—The Trap-Door Spi
der—Literary Society, etc.
Bob Ingerroll gave us "Hell” this week, add
ing increased interest in that famous place;
Congress gives ns the Silver Bill, and Wendell
Phillips brings in “The Lost Arts.” It’s a pity
he cannot bring a new fonnd art, that would
teach this nation justice and judgement in Con
gress, that would bring peace and healing to j a n angel of the Lord
the people at home, ns well as those in the isles
And Enoctu walked with God after he begat
i Methuselah; and he served the Lord and de-
i spiced the evil ways of the sons of man, and
Enoch's soul was wedded to morality, to wisdom
and to understanding, and he learned the ways
of the Lord. And in his wisdom he separated
himself from the sons of man, and he isolated
himself against them for many days. And after
many days and years while engaged in services
and prayers to the Lord in his bidden chamber,
t—o ca u e( j onto him from
him on the day he was to show himself again.
And they did assemble accordingly. And on
the appointed day Enoeh came forward and all
the people were gathered together, and they
came all at once around him, and Enoch im
parted them all the words of the Lord, and he
taught them much wisdom and knowledge, and
he instructed them in the fear of the Lord. And
all the people were greatly astounded and they
wondered at his wisdom, and bowing down be
fore him to the gronnd they shouted: ‘ May the
king live, may the king liver
And soon after, while all the kings the prin
ces, and the people were talking nnte Enooh,
and he instructed them in the ways of the Lord,
all at once an angel of the Lord called Enoch,
from the heaven, to oorne up, because it was re
solved to make Enoch ruler over the sons of
God in the heavens, even as he ruled over the
sons of man on earth. And when Enoch heard
these words, he oalled together all the sons of
man, and he instructed them in knowledge and
wisdom and in the fear of God, and finally he
spoke onto them, saying: ‘I have been sum
moned to ascend into the heavens, and I know
not the day that I have to go and leave yon.
And now, before I part from yon, I desire to
teach yon once more all the wisdom, knowl
edge, and morality, you are to observe in fu
ture, on earth. And he did accordingly teach
them wisdom and knowledge and the fear of God,
and he gave them statutes and judgements to
practice them on earth. And he established
peace between the people, and instructed them
concerning the life everlasting.
And'be spent with.them several days, teaching
and instructing the people. And while they
were seated around Enoch, listening to his
words of wisdom, they lifted up their eyes and
beheld the figure of a large horse coming down
from heaven, and the horse walked npon the air
to the earth. And the people were bewildered,
and they informed Enoch of what they saw, and
he said nnto them: ‘It is for me that this horse
is descending, the time has come, and to-day I
must go away from you, and you shall see me
no more forever. And at the same time the
horse eame down and stood before Enoch, and
all the people around Enoch saw it And
Enoch ordered it to be announced with a loud
voice, for the last time: ‘Who is the man who
desireth to understand the ways of the Lord his
God ? Let him then come to-day unto Enoch,
before he is taken away from us!’
And they gathered together and came unto
Enoch on that day, all the kings, the princes,
and the people, they did not depart from him
the whole day. And after he had once more
instructed them to fear God, and to walk in his
ways, he admonished them finally, to main
tain peace among themselves, and then he
mounted the horse that was waiting before him.
And he rode on slowly and all the people, to the
number of eight hundred thousand men, fol
lowed him, and they went with him one day’s
journey. And on the second day he told unto
them: Retnrn ye unto your tents for why should
ye go along with me, lest ye die. And part of
j them turned from him and went to fheir tents,
j but the remainder followed him six day’s jour
ney. And day alter day Enoch said unto them:
slept for a time; but at dawn it wae awake again.
The little nnrsery kettle was forever beating
on the gas, and the live doll seemed able to
emptj all the milk cans in the neighborhood.
Still, when it smiled, it was very pretty. It
elapped its hands, and stretched them out for
an orange. All Kitty’s little girl friends came
to see it, and praised it; but as they were play
ing, Aunt Anna appeared with a roll of fiannK
and mnslin, cotton, silk and scissors.
‘My child,’ said she, ‘ yon must not forget that
yon have a live doll. A pink silk dress was very
well for yonr wax doll, bat this little creature
will suffer. Cold weather is coming; you must
make it some warm clothing. I will cut you
some patterns.’
That was delightful. All set to work for a
while. But the making of dozens of small gar
ments was a serions task. One by one the gneeta
dropped away, and Kitty was left alone. The
live doll shrieked at intervals. She walked the
floor with it It was evident that the sewing
would occupy her many weeks. Meanwhile,
this live doll mnst be bathed, and fed, and
dressed, and played with. She could not drop
it anywhere as she oonld the wax one, when she
grew weary of it Still, no other little girl had
a live doll. That was some comfort
Tuesday oame. Little Cousin Fanny was to
have a party. Already Kitty’s dress was made,
* When shall I get ready, auntie ?’ she asked,
* Well, Kitty,’ said her aunt * I think, on the
whole, you had better not go at alL Yon cannot
leave dolly.'
* Oh, we are to take our dolls,’ said Kitty.
‘ But Fanny has decided that as yonr doll ia
a live one, it will cry and disturb the company,'
said auntie.
‘The mean thing,’ said Kitty.
‘Well it certainly would, you know,’ said
auntie. ‘And now you must bathe it, and change
its flannel, poor thing.’
Kitty attended to her live doll’s oomlort But
as she thought of the pleasant party, the supper,
the candies, the games, the dancing, she felt quite
heart-broken. Then what nse was it to dress this
doll ? The waxen one was a credit to her, after
she had tied its sash and put ou its necklace, but
this thing chewed its cap-strings and its bib, and
emptied a pint of milk out of its mouth, after it
had swallowed a quart.
The week passed wearily. Hard sewing, keep
ing at-home, and live-doll tending had nearly
worn Kitty to a skelton. When on Saturday eve-
ing she stood in the arbor waiting for the fairy,
the doll shrieked.
* Oh you are not nice to play with,’ said Kitty
‘ Hey!’ cried a voice. There she was the little,
old fairy woman. ‘ Not satisfied yet!’ she said.
‘Oh, dear,’ cried Kitty, ‘such a week! I
haven’t had time to curl my hair. Oh, dear, good
fairy, take back my live doll, and put my wax
doll in its place. It is more than 1 can do to
manage this poor, Bhrieking thing. Oh, change
it back, good, kind fairy.’
‘Put it in the cradle,’ said the fairy, ‘and re
member, my child, never to wish for anything
of which you know nothing. I knew that a live
doll would be a trial and not a pleasure to a little
girl. And now you know all that your mother
has patiently done for her live dolls, and wil!
of the sea.
It is averred quietly these few days past, that
there will be a change in the cabinet soon,
that Ramsey, of Minnesota, will succeed Key,
and John Sherman will go out, but sufficient
nnto the day, etc.
Yon will see by the papers, that we had quite
an emotional time in the Senate, when Lamar
gave his vote against the Silver Bill. Of coarse
he is a grand man, and in a position to make
haste slowly without great danger, but time
will develop whether be will become a political
corpse, or maintain his supremacy with his
people.
Two of the best, ablest, and finest looking
men in the Senate, are Garland, of Arkansas,
and Voohees, of Indiana. Fortune turns a full
smiling face upon them. We are looking now
at "the irony of events.” Voorhees, in Morton’s
seat, is a beginning. The world’s Sodom ap
ples of pleasure are held ont in this city in the
same old Washington style; society is shaking
the tree, but not furiously. Mrs. Hayes rather
intimated, when entering the White House,
that much haste and display is vulgar and un
becoming a republican representative people.
If she can succeed in making her people be
lieve and know that "life is more than meat
and the body than raiment,”—to deal always
nobly- that to he a great true seer, and tell in
a plain way what is seen—her work will equal
any other legislation we shall behold. If you
would take people here at their true value,
catch the character in undress, “see what is
what”—ju6t don a plain attire, go os a sort of
meek nobody, lay aside American display and
pretence, and you’ll get at the core of events,
and those, who perked in a little wealth or
brief authority pay court too often to gilded
fools. In this way we have been quietly look
ing on.
This city is so lovely, and the air generally
so bracing— free from impurities common to
manufacturing places. It is a luxury to ramble,
and doubly pleasant to note the evidence of art
in the beanty and magnificence of its public
edifices, and even the toilets of tasteful, affluent
women, who have trousseaus from the best
American marts,London and Paris—always Paris
anyhow. The princesse dresses are always
snperb, and universally the dresses of cer
emony, requiring costly and stylish accessories.
But not to dwell on this immortal theme of
dress, what pleases ns, are the art galleries and
art people now fonnd here. The famous Ohio
artist, Miss Ransom, is back again in old
quarters, working like a busy bee. Mrs. Fassett,
Mrs. Murrell, and hosts of others are lending
their brains and gifts to the beanty of the cap
ital bb an art centre.
■ You cannot believe what a gem of a gallery
Mr. Markeiter has, until yon have lingered there
yourself, among the works of superior artists,
so tastefully arranged, that yonr enp of pleasure
is fnll, without surfeiting, or palling on the
ta6te.
The pastels of Browerton, there exhibited, es
pecially pleased ns: the oil paintings, though
few in number, are very excellent Every thing
in his establishment in the way of fine art
bric-a-brae or bijouterie are exceptionably ex
cellent and rare. Do not forget this when yon
oome. Let me add another something yon mnst
mnst not forget, though not in the line of fine
arts. Visit the agrionltnral department if cot
to stndy agricnltnre, Gen. LeDuc, nor ento
mology, at least to see in the bureau of the last
named, that most singular phenomenon — the
Trap-Door Spider. There are only two spec
imens. This is common only to very warm lat
itudes. This fine geometrician or mystic, makes
his habitat in a piece of soft decayed wood. The
one especially interesting to ns, was a little
more thafi two inches long, circular, with a del
icate ingeniously arranged door, not very muoh
larger than the rim of a ladies thimble, attached
by a soft velvety hinge, the whole looking in
tint and softness, as delicate aB the silk of a
moose. When the little Imperial enters, and
closes the door, a million could not gain yon
admittance, neither his secrets. He loves no
talisman in ante-chambers, and is mercilessly
exclusive. Altogether, it is a most interesting
object
The meeting of the Literary Society took
place Saturday evening at the residenoe of Mrs.
Cary Long, and though the weather was gloomy,
heaven, and he said: ‘Here I am.’ And he said
unto him: ‘Arise and leave thy house and thy
hiding place, and go among all men to teach, , _ , ...... . , , ,
them the way s of the Lord, and the good deeds " hen Ln ° c £. sa * tbat tbe / fcrmly re l oived , to go
they have to practice in following the ways of | f lon g w,t ^ he ceased to urge them to re-
tbe Lord.’ And Enoch arose and he left his j * urn ‘ w*d they went with him. And those
house and hiding place wherein he was, accord- kings that had returned counted their people,m
ing to the word of the Lord, and he went out order to ascertain how many ol them had iol-
among the people, instructing them in the ways * owe d Enoch, And °n the seventh day a great
of the Lord. And he gathered together all the ! storm arose and Enoch was carried heavenwards
and made known unto I in a . fier J chariot, drawn by faery horses. And
Return to your tents I pray ye, lest ye did. But! be a better girl and love her more, I hope. Cover
they would not return and insisted upon fol- | the doll with the afghan. Hi! presto, change 1
lowing him. And on the sixth day many men | There, good-by.’
still remained and clung unto him, and they j Away went the old fairy, any Kitty, running
said unto Enoch: We will go with thee to the j to the cradle, found her beautiful Christmas
place whereunto thou goest, as the Lord liveth i doll there quite unchanged, and caught it to her
death alone can separate us from thee. And j heart and kissed it all over.
An hour after Aunt Anna fonnd Kitty sound
asleep on a bench in the snmmer-honse; and
when she heard the story, told her it was all
people at that time,
them the instruction ot the Lord. And he or
dered iu«q» to lv about and proclaim in aloud
voice in aiT uTc dwelling places of the sons of
man, as follows; ‘ Who is the man that is desi
rous to understand the ways of the Lord and
the actions which are good and just? let him
then come to Enoch!’ And all the people willing
to learn those things gathered around Enoch,
And Enoch ruled over all the sons of man ac
cording to the words of God, and they came
and bowed down before him to the ground, and
all of them obeyed unanimously to his words.
And the spirit of God rested npon Enoch, and
he taught all his men the wisdom of God and
his ways, and they served the Lord through all
the days of Enoch, and the people always came
to hear his wisdom. And the kings of all the
sons of man served unto the Lord through all
the days of Enoch, and they also came to hear
his wisdom. All the kings of the nations, the
highest and the lowest, their princes and judges
all came unto Enoch when they heard of his
wisdom, and they bowed down before him with
their countenances to the gronnd, and they
greatly begged of him to be their ruler, until he
consented. And they gathered together, about
one hundred and thirty kings and princes, and
they made Enoch their king, and all were sub
ject to his hands and to his words. And Enoch
tanght them wisdom and knowledge and the
ways of God. and he made peace between all of
them, so that peace reigned through the whole
earth in the days of Enoch. And Enoch ruled
over the sons of man for two hundred and forty-
three years, and he dispensed law and justice
to all his people, and he directed them in the
ways of God.
And these are the generations of Enoch: Me
thuselah, Elisha and Abimelech, three sous,
their sisters Milcah and Naamah. And Methu
selah lived one hundred and eighty-seven years,
and he begat Lamech. And it was in the fifty-
sixth year of Lamech’s life that Adam died.
He was nine hundred and thirty years old when
he died, and his two sons, together with Enoch
and Methuselah his son, buried him with great
honors according to the manner of the burial of
kings, in a case, as the Lord had spoken unto
them. And all the children of man held there
a very great mourning and weeping over Adam,
which bath become a custom since then among
the sons of man, even to this day. And Adam
died because he had eaten from the tree of
knowledge; ?md like him so mnst die also all
his children,, as the Lord hath proclaimed it.
And it was mite year of Adam’s death, which
was the two hundred and forty-third year of
Enoch’s reign, that Enooh put it in hi6 mind
once more to withdraw from the sons of man,
and to separate himself from society into seclu
sion, as he did onoe before, in order to serve
the Lord. Yet he did not maintain his solitude
all the time, bnt he would stay away for three
days and show himself to the people for one
day. And during the three days of his solitary
confinement he would pray to the Lord and
sing praises unto him, and on the fourth day
he would come forth to his subjects in order to
teach them the ways of God, and whatsoever
they would inquire after he would explain nnto
them. Thus he wonld do daring many dayB
and years, when he began to stay in solitude for
six days and oome among the people on the sev
enth day; soon after, he would show himself
only one day in each month, and lastly only
one day in each year. And the kings, and the
princes, and all the people gathered together
with a great desire to see Enoch’s face once
more, and to listen unto his voice; ■■ But they
oould not do it, for all the soub of man were
greatly afraid of Enooh and they dared not to
come near anto him, on acconnt of the divine
dignity resting upon his countenance. And all
the kings and all the princes held counsel to
gether, and conclnded to assemble all the sons
of man, that they might oome one and all to
Enooh their king, and that all could speak onto
dream—that there had never been a fairy, or any
live doll. That she had only fancied it all in
her sleep in the arbor; but it all seemed so very
real to Kitty that she never felt quite sure that
Aunt Anna was right.
on the seventh day, all the kings that were with j
Encch, sent to ascertain the number of men I
that iordained aad fallowed Enoch to the place ; OUR, k~P!NTJjY!KY DPP A RTM RNT
whence he ascended into heaven. And when i U 0 A AJ2ifl±ULA.I H&I Attx JM
the messengers came to the place, they found it
full of snow and large blocks of ice all around.
And they said to each other: Let us break asun
der these blocks of ice and see whether the men
going with Enoch did not die under them. And
they searched for all of them bnt Enooh was
not fonnd, for he had gone up into heaven. And
all the days of Enoch that he lived upon the
earth were three hundred and sixty-five years;
and it was in the one hundred and thirteenth
year of the life of Lameob, the son of Methuse
lah, that Enoch was translated into heaven.
THE LIVE DOLL.
Conducted by Jos. B. Cottbeul, D.D
A STORY FOR LITTLE GIRLS.
BY MAEY KEU5 UAJLLA8.
‘ I am not in the least satisfied with my doll,’
said little Kitty. ‘I don’t think she is nice to
play with. I wish she was like mamma’s new
baby, and could cry, and laugh, and grow, and
be amusing;’ and Kitty threw her great doll up
on the grass at her feet.
‘ Come, come!’ cried a sharp voice at her
elbow. ‘ What is the matter now ?’
And Kitty, looking about her with a stare, saw
at her side a little woman, not three feet high,
dressed in a red cloak and a pointed hat. She
carried in her hand a long wand, and was look
ing angrily at Kitty.
‘ Oh, dear me !’ cried Kitty, ‘I’m so frightened!
I don’t know who you are. Please, ma’am, I
never saw such a little, tiny, weeny lady before;
and no one ever scolds me.’
‘ Oh! yon are a spoiled child, I’ve no doubt,’
said the old lady, ‘ but I’m not scolding you.
And as for who I am, I’m a good fairy. I can
give you anything you want, if you ask me
prettily. Now you find fault with that elegant
doll that cost ten dollars last Christmast eve.
And, pray, what kind of a doll would suit you ?’
•Oh ! a live one like mamma’s, only smaller.’
said Kitty. ‘ Please, please if you are a good
fairy, change my doll into a live doll—please,
please.’
‘ You don’t know what yon are asking, said
the fairy, ‘ but I’ll do it. And since yon are
young and foolish, I’ll promise you something
else. If you are tired of the bargain, Saturday
night, just a week from this hour, come into the
garden and wait in this old snmmer-honse for
me, and I’ll change it back again. ’
‘Oh ! I shall never ask you that,’ said Kitty.
‘We shall see,’ said the old fairy. ‘ Pick yonr
doll np, pnt her in her carriage, and cover her
with the afghan. Now shut your eyes. Hey !
presto, change ! Now look at your dolL*
* Wah ! wab ! w-a-a-b !’ screamed something in
the cradle. Kitty rushed toward it She snatch
ed off the afghan. There, instead of the stiff
image of wax and wood and kid, lay a soft
struggling, screaming little live dell. Kitty was
overjoyed. She rushed at onoe into the house
to find her Aunt Anna.
* A live doll!’ oried auntie, when she heard
the story. ‘I wish yon joy of the change. How
it screams. You ought to teed it’
‘ Oh, so I ought’ cried Kitty. Shall I give it
an apple?’
* No,’ said anntie; ‘it has no teeth. You must
warm some milk.’
So Kitty, as yet delighted with her treasure,
warmed milk and fed the live doll with a spoon;
in her zeal giving it very muoh more than it oould
conveniently hold. The consequences were sad.
At dinner time the live doll had the colifi, and
Kitty walked the floor with it No dinner for
her. No game of croquet with her brothers and
Bisters afterward. Far on in the night oatnip
tea had its usual effect on the live doll, which
Glasgow, Kentucky, is one of the oldest towns
in the State—the centre of trade for a fine popula
tion. The public square is a square, the court
house at the center, embowered in a cluster of ash,
locust, and beach trees. From any point within
the town, the prospect is most pleasing—nothing
of monotony in any view The alternation of hill
and valley is most enchanting. The " Times ” is
edited with marked ability by Dr. Woods, who
ranks among the first of Kentucky editors for
judgment and wit. His humor is always pure and
void of malevolence. The Doctor has a charming
i family, his sons and daughters growing up around
him " as plants in their youth,” and are “ as cor
ner-stones—polished.” It is refreshing to meet
with a gentleman in such a position, alive to every
thing that concerns the weal of society.
The churches at Glasgow have recently united
heartily in a meeting that God owned and blessed.
It was conducted at the Methodist Church, Rev
Mr. Browder, the youthful pastor, having extend
ed the invitation to all to come in and make it
jointly their meeting. Better for the cause to work
after that fashion than endeavor to run on the
narrow gauge of a circular prejudice—centred in
sweet self.
The whipping post is to be re-established in
Kentucky, petit larceny having grown to such an
extent as to be intolerably expensive. The jails
are filled with negro thieves, and they will repeat
their thefts without fear when imprisonment alone
is the penalty. They dread the lash. It is some
what difficult to put a fifteenth amendment to the
Divine government, and have it take root, or be
come incorporate therewith ; indeed, it is. When
the Almighty took a lump of dust and made a ne
gro, giving him his black skin, thick skull, blub
ber lips, crimped hair, bandy shanks, and gizxard
foot, and lodged in his composition the instinct of
subserviency, the differenciation from the type of
the white man was very complete. Is it strange
that some have fallen into the conoeit that everv
negro has a Divine right to a white man for a mas
ter, and that it is not certain that a white man can
be completely one without owning a negro? “ View
Nature's works.” However, we have taken in
hand the reconstruction and amendment of tilings
in general, and nature must be made unnature—
Progress l
Rev Dr. Toby, lately cue of the professor* of
Bethel College, at Russellville, Kentucky, has been
called to take charge of the Baptist Church, at
Union Springs, Alabama. He preached, on Sun-
day night, the 19th of Jauuary, in the Methodist
Church, by invitation of the pastor, a most excel
lent sermon, and left the next morning for his
new-old home. He will have received a good old
Alabama greeting ere this is read. Russellville
loses muoh in the departure of Dr. T. and hia ele
gant wife.
Miss Viola Roaeborough, daughter ofl Rev. Mr.
Roseborough, a Congregational minister of Tennes
see, is now spending a short time with the family
of the editor of this department; in Russellville.
Miss R. is one of the most gifted of our Southern
daughters—full of fine enthusiasm, thoroughly cul
tured, and is altogether competent to the task she
will shortly undertake, namely—that of giving
public readings. She will be accompanied by her
mother, and we bespeak for her everywhere a cor
dial welcome and lull houses. Her entertainments
will be of the most refined and elevating char
acter.