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I 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 IL 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 IIL 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.