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i 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 ^rrr° l “ nda " , ° ,h8 Offic'e b“°583? ^ F "" r “‘ “ r “ l I'«»‘ 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