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JOHN B. 8BAL8, - Idltor Md Proprietor.
W. B. SEALS, - Proprietor ud Cor. Kdltor,
MRS. MARY K. BKVAH (•) Associate Kdltor.
ATLANTA, GEORGIA, MARCH 23, 1878.
To City Patrons.
Another unfortunate break in our ma
chinery prevented us from going to press
at our regular time on Saturday, and
hence city patrons failed to get their pa
pers on Sunday morning.
Oub Health Department is steadily growing in
popular favor and Dr. Wilson who has it in
charge is receiving many complimentary letters
upon his sensible and nsefnl suggestions. He
is now writing a series of valuable and import
ant articles on children.
He “Spoke oat In Meeting.”
At a reoent meeting of the New York Press
Club, while the members were glorifying their
profession, talking of the freedom and dignity
of the Press, and complimenting each other in
the usual mutual admiration way, one of them,
struck with a sudden 1 fit of candor, popped up
and spoke out in meeting in a way that oaused
his brethren to stare The gentleman whose
refreshing frankness elicited such ghastly grins
of acknowledgment from his confreres, was one
of the ablest managing editors of the New York
Press. ‘‘He commands,” says a report of the
occurrence, ‘‘by a certain sturdy manliness, the
respect of all about him. But as he is also a hu_
morist and a fluent talker, he had no sooner
taken the floor than every one in the room
settled back comfortably in his chair and looked
as if this particular speech would be the treat
of the evening.
“When the speaker dropped his good humored
expression and turned almost fiercely upon his
audience with this sentence, ‘You are a gang of
slaves,’ the listeners laughed. They thought it
was the introduction to some unusually funny
joke.
“ There is not a man here,” continued the
speaker, “that can call his soul his own. You
are a pack of hirelings. I am a hireling. You
are all hirelings. You represent the great
Metropolitan Press; there is no one of you that
dares write a line of his honest convictions
There is not one of you that dares write a line
of what he believes. If you were to write it, it
wouldn’t be published. The soul would be
taken out of it. It would be suppressed. I
would suppress it if it were brought to me. I
get a hundred and twenty-five dollars a week
for suppressing the truth; for cutting out the
soul of every sentence which comes before me.
“The smile which played upon the face of his
audience disappeared as the speaker went on.
It had suddenly become a very grave assem
blage. ‘That’s so; he’s talking the truth,’came
from more than one part of the room.’ ‘Where
is there an editor in this city who will say right
out what he believes ? Where is there an editor
who writes what his conscience dictates? Where
is he? Show him to me.’ In rapid succession
the speaker then drew pictures of the French
and our own press — of the degrading state to
which newspaper labor had come, and of the
importance of more elevated ideas, at the same
time not concealing the impossibilities which
barred the way to a radical change."
FEMALE HEROISM.
[From the Cuthbert Appeal, March 8th.]
On Saturday last, the large and attractive res
idence of Col. Herbert Fielder, would have been
destroyed by fire, but for the prompt and heroic
conduct of his daughter, Miss Laura. The roof
was discovered to be on fire, when this young
lady, by her heroism and great presence of
mind, ascended to the roof by means of a lad
der and extinguished the fire.
The young lady referred to in the above ex
tract, is the great grand-daughter of the lady
mentioned by White, in the Historical Collec
tions of Georgia, published in 1854— page 480.
The incident, with others there related, fur
nishes a lively picture of affairs then in the
county of Green, so noted for civilization in
after years—and strikingly illustrates the cour
age that distinguished the ancestry of tour
young lady friend. And as a scrap in the his
tory of the early pioneers of the grand old
State, we republish it.
‘On one oocasion, the Indians crossed the Oco
nee river and came to the house of Mr. Fielder,
a celebrated scout and hunter, who happened
at this time to be absent Thirteen of them
came into his lot, and were about to carry off
his horses, when Mrs. Fielder, and her negro
woman, the only persons on the premises, de
termined, if possible, to save the horses. As
the negro woman was making her way to the
dwelling, she received a shot in the thigh and
fell. Her mistress immediately dragged her
within the house and barred the door, where
upon the Indians attacked the house. Mrs.
Fielder resolved, at all hazards, to defend her
self; and there being four or five guns ready at
hand, she fired upon the savages—the negro
woman aiding her to load. To induce the foe
to believe there were many persons in the house,
they made a great noise, shouting and calling
on each other to fire. After discharging Marly
twenty-five rounds, the Indians abandoned the
attack, from an impression, as it was afterwards
ascert ined, that the building was filled with
armed men.’
Miss Emma Stebbins has nearly completed her
life of Charlotte Cushman and the book will soon
be in the publisher’s hands. Miss Stebbins was
the intimate companion and trusted confident of
the great actress, and the memorial will be look
ed for with interest. A movement has been
lately started to erect a monument to Miss Cush
man over her grave in Mount Auburn, Mr. John
T Raymohd offering a subscription of $500 as a
beginning, and there is good reason to believe
that her many admirers, in and out of the pro
fession, will be glad to unite in so well-deserved
)a tribute.
A Great Speech by a Great Man.
The late speech of Hon. A. H. Stephens at the
presentation of the painting ‘The First Reading
of the Emancipation Proclamation ’ is as admir
able in substance as it is in style. While
nothing that proceeds from the tongue of this
world-renowned orator, who is now a Nestor
among publio men, is unworthy of attention,
this speech is especially noteworthy as marking
the spirit of the age. The speaker was the
second civil officer of the late Confederate gov
ernment; his theme a man and an event once
peculiarly abhorrent to his people.
A task more delicate could not well be con
ceived than to speak on these subjects without
offending any prejudice or compromising his
own dignity. Yet, this he accomplished not
only successfully, but brilliantly.
Of the man, he spoke with a candid apprecia
tion of his many excellencies of head and heart,
which may seem strange to those who knew how
decidedly the speaker had opposed the theories
and how firmly he had resisted the policy of
him whom he eulogized. No one of those who
sustained Lincoln in his ‘war for the Union' can
find fault with this tribute to his honesty and
patriotism.
Of the event which the artist has striven to
immortalize upon canvas, Mr. Stephens speaks
with equal propriety and good sense. He
neither approves nor condemns. He takes back
nothing of what he has heretofore said of the
beneficent results of slavery to the enslaved and
the master race. On the contrary, he claims
that if an evil at all, it was not unmixed, and
that our Southern land under the old regime
presented as large an average of human happin
ess as any portion of the earth. At the same
time, he declares that he and his people are
willing that this experiment of freedom usheied
in by this ‘Proclamation’ shall have a fair trial,
and that they will throw no obstacle in the way
of its success. He clearly intimates that it is
not yet time to enroll Mr. Lincoln among th t
benefactors of mankind. Let that be done when
the African shall prove his fitness for freedom:
when he shall show himself more happy and
more useful as a citizen than as a slave.
In this speech, the illustrious statesman has
placed himself in a most elevated position of
moral grandeur. His sentiments would havt
been remarkable, had they been uttered by one
of the triumphant party in the great struggle.
But it is comparatively easy for the successful
to be magnanimous. For one, however, who
has suffered severely under the rough hand of a
conquering foe, to judge fairly, and even gener
ously of the motives of that oppressor evinces
a triumph over prejudice more honorable than
the most brilliant achievements of war. To for
give those who have injured us is difficult
indeed; far more so is it to recognize that in the
very act of inflicting wrong, our enemy was
actuated by conscientious convictions.
In this speech Mr. Stephens has uttered the
sentiments of his people. We do not mean to
say that there are absolutely none who regret
the extinction of slavery; we do not mean to say
that there are not many who still feel very sore
at the flagrant injustice of having their hardly-
earned and rightfully-possessed property swept
away without auy offer of compensation; nor
would we assert that the opinion prevails very
largely among our people that the majority of
those who strove to ‘re-establish the Union’
were sincere and honest; or that the heavy hand
that has continued to harm, and the bitter
tongue that has continued to insult us since the
war, are not unworthy of a brave people. But
we do mean to say that the great mass of the
better classes are willing to ‘accept the situa
tion’ in all honesty, forgetting past differences,
and burying animosities, and to do all in their
power to unite the sections which have been
riven by these prejudices. If this experiment
of freedom and citizenship for the African
proves to be a failure, it shall not be our fault,
however much it may be our misfortune.
Under the Shadow.
Stand in the midst of a wide woodland coun
try, thrilling as now with the first young life
and sweetness of spring, with hints of song and
fragrance and color everywhere, with a delicate
haze npon the hill tops, ^hd a gathering green
in the valley, and a tender blue in the Bky.
Yet, does not the scene vaguely impress you
with sadness? It is the sadness that belongs to
beauty, the mysterious shadow that falls upon
all the lovely things of earth. Flowers awaken
a half mournful tenderness; sunshine, though
called so merry, has a melancholy in its bright
ness, even in spring-time, when it sleeps so still
upon daisied meadows; bird-songs and cloud-
pageants, and the delicate gold and blue but
terflies drifting in the sunny air—these stir feel
ings deeper than pleasure, more akin to wist
ful and indefinite sadness.
Joy is transient; sadness alone is lasting. The
works of art that live through the ages, are those
that embody the gloom and storm of the soul.
The music that haunts ns persistently is that
steeped in sadness; the faces, we remember in
dreams and weave into poems, are those that
look at us with a wistful, pathetic meaning in
their deep eyes. Every where it is the shadow
that stays—the sunshine v^nisues and is forgot
ten. |
The greatest souls have pat under the shadow.
Jesus wept, but there is no record of his having
smiled. Plato and Dante; Milton and Tasso,
were sombre in their greatness. Their genius
made a gloom about them, as does the great,
moss hung live-oak of the swamp. Goethe
and Poe, Shelly and Mrs. Browning, were great
est when the shadow was upon them, and their
utterances came like the muttering thunders
from the cloud. Morte d’Arthur is Tennyson’s
dnest poem, and Keats!—a languorous, melan
choly, like that which steeps this fair spring
landscape, fills all his poems, that
“Dwell with beauty—beauty that mufit die,
Aad joy whose baud is ever at his lips
Bidding Adieu."
Every soul that is worthy of being immortal,
has more of shadow than sunshine,. The smiles
are ripples on the surface, under them lie the
leptlis of sadness and bijiging. And Nature
seems to sympathize with this sorrowful unrest.
Else, why does the wind wander about forever,
like a »irit, seeking what it never finds? why
does its voice have a plah^ive moan? why do
the stars look like lonely, Haunted things, con-
lemned to walk their solitary rounds through
space 9 why does the sea sob upon its sands, and
why does its great waste of waters forever heave
in unrest?
What is the 3ecret of this sadness ? Is it the
shadow of death ? The sense of ‘passing away 1
that broods over all; or is it the shadow of im
mortal life thrown back from eternity upon the
shores of time? Is it a hope or a despair—the
sense of promise, or of doom ? Does all beauty
md greatness impress us with a yearning sad
ness because of the soul’s innate sense that
this is only a part of its birthright—a hint of
what is locked up in the unopened Hereafter ?
or does beauty and grandeur, whether moral or
physical touch us with melancholy because we
feel that s^ich is only thg. jfc&'jjbow or the radi-
nt cloud-wrack—soon to f hL and leave no trace
behind? ™ *
Ex-Governor War mouth in the Louisiana
Legislature.
That trim, handsome little newspaper craft—
The Riverside Echo—Miss Loula Chisolm com
mander, has always something fresh and nice
among its cargo. At its last trip there was a
lively letter from New Orleans containing a
glimpse at the Louisiana Legislature—then in
the last days of its session—and this clever
characterization of ex-Governor Warmouth -the
handsome, sharp and lucky carpet-bagger, who
reaped honors and wealth out ot the peculiar
situation of the State to which he came an alien
adventurer.
‘In politics there are three classes of men
who try to be leaders. 1st. He who constantly
harps on the glories of the p ist; 2 i. He who,
grappling with the present, keeps with the herd
of followers; 3d. He who, possessed of fertile
intellect, rushes ahead of the crowd and dips
deep into the future. In the past, this Ex-
Governor H. C. Warmouth was one of the second
class. Young, vigorous, bold, he wrenched tne
reins of government from the many, and dealing
only with such theories ol the present as present
ed themselves, wrapped around himself the
allegiance of a party that understood well their
leader.
“ To-day, having amassed a fortune, and ad
vanced to thirty-six years of age, he has become
of the third class. Scarcely a session ot the
“ Lower House ” now passes that he doeB not
make 6ome reference to the future of the nation
and of parties; though a Republican whose dis
honesty is proverbial, be is one of the most in
fluential members. When he rises to his teot
perfect silence at once prevails; ill know and
acknowledge his calibre, and with a mass of
expectant taces turned to him, he often surprises
those who know him best, as with bold, accur
ate, simple language he strips questions ot their
wordy coverings, and deals only with the sub
stance. Six feet high, sinewy and suple, with
a fervid, dark eye, wearing a heavy, dark mus
tache that covers a fine, hard mouth; always
well dressed in dark, rich clothes, he instantly
attracts the eye and holds it, for he is wonder
fully supplied with a queer mesmeric power.
Mr. William Winter is of opinion that these
are “sorry and sad and singularly frivolons and
petty times of dramatic art—filled, for the most
part, with the rancid spntterings of Mr. Bonei-
cault, the rowdyism of the Cremorne Gardens
and the stale rinsings of the demi-monde stage
of Paris.” And, it might be added, with slop
py criticism.
Battles Around Atlanta.
Sketch of Gen. Win. H. T. Walker.
We are glad to be able to announce the abun
dant success that has attended the efforts of
Major Sidney Herbert to secure material for his
proposed sketch of the life of the lamented Gen.
Walaer. The material already in hand is deep
ly interesting, and will form a narrative of
peculiar attractiveness to all our readers. A
prominent military officer, writing on this sub
ject, says to our contributor: “I am indeed glad
that your graceful and brilliant pen is to sketch
the life and record the dtWds of this heroic sol
dier, who, although ‘ dead on the field of bat
tle,’ will ever live in the hearts of his country
men. His life-blood was freely shed for his
dearly beloved Southland, but on other and
earlier fields ot strife he as freely periled his
life and shed his blood for the Union. His
fame, therefore, belongs to the whole country.”
We are.having a fine picture of Gen. Walker
engraved, to be published in connection with
the sketch, which will add greatly to the value
of the publication. The friends of the General
who desire copies of that issue of the Sunny
South should order them in advance.
From the Cradle.
“When ought I to begin teaching my child?”
inquires a young mother. We answer: from the
cradle; from the time the little one’s eyes can
meet yours with any intelligence. Let the first
teaching be of the heart; keep a smile and a
bright look always in his sight; let yonr tones
be gentle, your cradle songs sweet; let him see
flowers and learn to lovejand be kind to ani
mals. Teach him to be unselfish; to divide his
bit of cake with other children. When he can
speak, accustom him to narrate his little expe
riences, his chapter of accidents, his griefs,
hopes and fears; to communicate what he sees
in the world without, and what be feels strug
gling in the world within. Anxious to please
you by narrating something, he will give atten
tion to what is passing in the sphere of his ob
servation, and to observe and note events will
become one of his first pleasures; and this is the
ground work of the thoughtful character.
Good Adyice.
Farrow’s delightfal little book on “West
Point,” just issued from the Army and Navy
Journal office, in New York, closes its last chap
ter with these impressive words to young cadets
who are about to graduate and enter the army:
“The greatest duty due yourself as an officer
and gentleman, is to abstain from all intoxica
ting liquors and the habit of profanity; and un
less ycu do, your success as a soldier is extreme
ly doubtful. * * * A demonstration
of gentlemanly deportment, a high sense of
duty, refined culture, noble instincts and per
sonal integrity, will accomplish for you more
than the publication of the fact that you are
from West Point”
Old Houses.
Worn ont fields and red hills give to most
landscapes upon which we look in Middle Geor
gia the aspect of an old country, and so accus
tomed are we to looking upon these that we
rarely realize what is nevertheless true, that ours
is a new land. Not a hundred years have elapsed
since the red man pursued the deer on the banks
of the Oconee and Ocmulgee. Less than a
century ago, an unbroken expanse of forest cov
ered the lands where the cities of Macon, Col
umbus, Griffin, LaGrange and Atlanta now
stand.
It is not to be wondered at then that the
traveler who is hurried along our great railroad
routes, while he looks out upon many neat and
some elegant houses, never sees one which ex
hibits the charming poetry of age. Some indeed
look old from neglect and dilapidation. Snch
are in fact mnch too common since the custom
has been inaugurated of the proprietor’s moving
off and living the p&ce to be controled by neg
ligent freedmen.
Bat we see no really old houses, well-preserved
but exhibiting the indubitable marks of age,
around which cluster She legends and traditions
of many generations. Our romance writers
sometimes picture thorn, and locate them on
the coasts of Florida, or Virginia, or Massachu
setts; but they comport not well with the other
scenery described. Ours is a new country
neither its landscapes, nor its houses, nor its
society exhibit those features which age im
parts. Most of our people live in homes that
have no history save what might be compressed
in a single sentence or paragraph telling how
the trees were deared away from where
stands, and it was erected, and has since been
the camping place of some half score of families
in their march westward.
Perhaps this is the reason why our American
tourists when they visit Europe so delight in
visiting Holyrood, Windsor castle, Westminster
Abbey, and the moldering castles along tbe
banks of the Rhine and Elbe, Those venerable
piles have no counterpart in the scenery of our
country, and the emotions which they awaken
are therefore wholly new. Historical associa
tions can impart a charm to objects and scenes
otherwise void of interest. To this is due a
large portion of the pleasure derived from Eu
ropean travel; for in natural aspects, their scen
ery is inferior to ours. It is what man has done
or suffered there which makes the banks of the
Rhine, the Tagus, the Danube and the Nile
more interesting in the traveler’s eye than the
bluffs of the Alabama, or the expanses of prairie
along the Father of Waters.
But we set out to speak, not of landscapes but
of houses, and of the charm which age can im
part even the plainest structure. One can be
reconciled to doors »n the wrong places and to
windows that produce unpleasant draughts,
when we know that through the one beauty has
passed, and from the other genius has looked
forth for hundreds of years. That mellow tint
which time imparts, the moss upon the roof and
the ivy upon the wall are infinitely more pleas
ing to the eye than the glare of new paint.
We.have few old houses, now, and alas ! few
that even can be old. For the migratory char
acter of our people is seen in the structures
which they build. They have been erecting
not places of abode for generations to come, but
temporary tenements in which they could lodge
while they were converting the wealth of the
virgin soil into forms of wealth with which
they could repeat this process upon a larger
scale at some place of equally temporary abode
tarther west. We hope our people will now
begin to settle themselves; and that with the
wealth which industry, skill and economical
management shall give them from our now imp
overished soil, they will erect houses which
shall be homes for ages to come.
Fat Meat For Working Men.
Says the Phrenological Journal:
“It has been tried by many hard laboring
men as well as the sedentary, and they de
clare that the less fat they eat the stronger
they are, the warmer they feel, and the more
work they can do, as in cases of wood-choppers
and others that might be quoted.
“The experiment of feeding dogs solely with
fat was tried in France by an eminent physio
logist. The dogs became emaciated, lost in
vigor and activity, and finally died from inani
tion.
“ Boussingault experimented in the same way
with ducks, and with the same result.
“Lately, experiments in feeding the German
army have culminated in the declaration that
the best physical results were obtained by sup
plying a ration composed of bread and a prepa
ration of dried peas.
“ To the true Jew. the hog and all its pro
ducts is an abomination; they are so particular
about the healthfulness of their meats that they
have their own butchers who are noted for
having the best flesh meats in the market, while
any one who has frequented slaughter-houses
knows that the fattest animals are by no means
the healthiest. Of all people in the world the
Jews are the most faithful to their traditions
and ancestral teachings, and of these the elimin
ation of fat from their food is one of the most
definite. The injunction js emphatic and re
peated : ‘ It shall be a perpetual statute to yon
throughout all your generations that ye eat
neither fat nor blood’ (Lev. iii. 17).
“ We do not say that the Jews now are faithful
to all their ancieut laws and traditions, but we
have reason to believe that they eat much less
fat, and certainly less pork and pork fat, than
their Gentile neighbors.”
This certainly conduces to their healthfulness
as a raoe, and to their comparative freedom from
vice, crime and the thirst for stimulating liquors
which is produced by gross feeding, and which
in its turn causes so large a proportion of the
crimes and immoralities among men. *
The Big Circus is Coming.
We learn that Van Amburgh’s circus is one of
the best that ^ has ever visited Atlanta, and it
will be hate on the 21st. Everybody likes to
see the animals, and hence everybody is glad
when the circus bills cover the walls of the
city.
Washington and Lee University—Theatrical
Benefit for it in New York.
The Capital’s ‘Saphir’ letter tells in this wise
of the recent representation given at the Lycenm
Theatre for the benefit of the Washington and
Lee University:
You should have seen the andience Saturday;
it blossomed like the rose, and was full of vio-
lette and the other most fashionable odors.
‘Everybody’—Mrs. Nicholas Kane, wife of the
famous Colonel of the ‘Tally-Ho;’ Mrs. Paran
Stevens, that poor rich woman, whose tenants
bother the life out of her; Mrs. Astor and maDy
others equally well-known—attended the per
formance of Mr. Mintnrn’s play of George Doug
las, (no relation to * Beaury.’) The piece, which
is of a military character, dealing, in point of
fact, with incidents of the civil war, was hand
somely mounted and the tableaux and inciden
tal music and drilling were much applauded.
Before the drama the familiar farce of My Turn
Next was acted. Mr. Charles G. Shaw, who has
long enjoyed a reputation as an amateur come
dian, displayed his wonted felicity in this amus
ing lever deridecu. Altogether this last ‘Saturday
out' before Lent was quite an agreeable affair.
’Tis now the very witching time of high teas
and no dancing. Dinner-parties are laid on the
pantry-shelf, receptions—heaven be praised !
are over, and naught remains in the way of
brilliant social events bat some expected mar
riages in the highest circles of our Jewish so
ciety.
MAKUIKD.
LAKENDGN—BEAUREGARD. —On Thurs
day, March 14, 1878, at the residence of the
bride's father, by His Grace Archbishop Peb-
chb, Mb. Chables A. Labendonand MissLauba
Beaubegabo, only daughter of Gen. G. T. Beau
regard, of New Orleans.
The above paragraph from the New Orleans
Times of the 15th inst., furnishes a very inter
esting piece of information. The only daughter
of our distinguished ex-Confederate General
Beauregard, has been wooed and won by a most
estimable gentleman, well known in Atlanta,
where the larger part of his relatives reside—
Ch.as. A. Labendon, Esq.,—son of Mrs C. Fay
and brother to our charming little friend, Mrs.
V. P.Sisson. We congratulate Mr. Larendon on
this brilliant achievement in the realm of matri
mony, for Miss Beauregard is conspicuous in
New Orleans as the most majestic of women—a
queen regnant in social life there. We learn
that the happy pair will arrive in this city on
the 18th instant, sojourn for a fortnight at the
home of the groom's mother, on Hunter street,
then leave for New York and the Paris Exposi
tion, making a general tour of Europe before
returning to New Orleans. They may be as
sured of an enthusiastic reception in this city,
where the name of Beauregard alone furnishes
an open sesame to all hearts and homes.
Mrs. Gregory gives this week, an entertaining
sketch of her visit to the studio of the great
American artist church, and a glance at art-mat
ters in New York. In a future number, she will
give some account of art and artists in Philadel
phia, where she spent several months in the
academy, and among the kindly and courteous
’members of her professioh.
St. Patrick’s Uay in Atlanta.
Our large and most respectable Hibernian
population have made extensive preparations
for celebrating the birthday of their Patron
Saint on Monday next. Col. J. F. Bnrke, a
fluent, learned and graceful speaker will deliver
the oration in the Opera House, and a number
of our popular amateur musicians will figure
conspicuously in the programme. We also learn
that Prof. Schultze will perform ‘ St. Patrick’s
Day in the Morning’ on his violin.
Our genial and brilliant Lochrane is under
pledge to deliver the oration in Augusta, Ga.
Robbing tbe Grave.
Col. Bob Bonner says he is actually robbing
the grave of its victims with his wonderful pads.
He is bringing people to life who have been as
good as dead for a long time, and the old King
of Terrors and all the disciples of ASsculapius
must now find some other occupation. We
have seen letters from responsible parties who
are happy witnesses of the wonderful effects of
these simple little absorption pads. They just
draw out all the trouble in the system through
the pores of the skin and leave the patient a
new man.
Col. Bonner has just received three gross of
regular pads and two gross of special pads. See
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Black Diamond Coal.
One of the most pleasant and obliging gentle
men in the city is Mr. T, W. Heald, wholesale
and retail dealer in the Black Diamond Coal,
which is not surpassed by any that is sold in
this market. We believe it is considered the
best, and consumers will find Mr. Heald and
his assistant, Mr. Jamaison, entirely reliable
and worthy. Give them a call at 196 Marietta
street.
Miss Maria J. McIntosh.
Miss Maria J. McIntosh-author of ‘Violet or
Cross and Crown,’ ‘Woman in America’ and other
popular books died recently in Norristown New
Jersey. She was a native of Georgia, a daugh
ter of the famous General Lachlin McIntosh of
Sunbury Liberty County, and a sister of Capt.
McIntosh of the United States navy. She gain
ed her first money and reputation in author
ship from her story of Blind Tom, published
under the nom of ‘Aunt Kitty.’ A safe moral
tone distinguished all her writings, her style is
thoughTfal ^d Ile e v W ated CO The ni w n a g s Kj? r^
8S5
Extra Book-Binding.
Our friend, C. M. Runsueck of ah . .
probably, as he terms himsedf the lead u
bmdo, of Atlanta. Not aatiaied »Ub° e d b °°T
good, plain work, he keeps up with th« 8
by making constant improvements in *h*.
ness. Among other improvements
to his establishment is an f at ® ^ added
ling the edges ofbSb, andXs*5"*" m « b -
not, is the first and only establishment “Vl take
gia which is prepared to put marbled Qe ° r '
blank books or make marble paoer
seen some specimens of the latter whl'T? haVe
prepared by Mr. Ramspeck and th^ ^ Were
Si,”. 8, “ dwe —M» n t 8 “. 4 ,
We copy the above from the Griffin Sun to add
oar testimony to the worth and skill of our
friend Ramspeck. He has no superior in this
line in the South, and is prepared to do any and
all kinds of binding. 3