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JOHN H. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor.
W. B. SEALS, ■ Proprietor and Cor. Editor.
MRS. MARY E. BRYAN (*) Associate Editor.
ATLANTA, GEORGIA, APRIL 13, 1878,
Burton Bros., of Opelika,'Ala., are Agents for
The Sunny South.
The Sunny South is always discontin
ued at the expiration of the time paid for.
HIGH PRAISE OF THE SOUTH.
The North’s amende honorable to the South
comes pretty freely, sometimes gushingly, now-
a-days. But no praises of our country have
seemed to us so genuine and heartfelt as Rev.
De Witt Talmage's utterances since his return
from his brief Southern trip. He had been in
New Orleans during Mardi Gras, where he
turned his holiday into hard work by preach
ing and lecturing day and night to thousands
of people. On his return to New York at his
next Friday evening lecture, he gave a rapid
and brilliant picture of the beautiful Southern
City and her unique festival, which seems to
have enthused him, with its gorgeous spectacles
and abounding jollity, that yet keeps within
the bounds of morality, so that no case of
drunkenness or impropriety was seen upon the
streets during that whole day and night of wild
exhileration, when the law relaxes its rigor, and
the city is put upon its honor and allowed to do
as it pleases. Mr. Talmage thinks that such an
annual season of relaxation is as good as a re
vival. He says:
‘I wish we had something like that
here — one great rousing holiday, fifty
Fourth of Julys sounding in one Balvo, fifty
Christmases twisted into one garland, fifty
Thanksgiving Days stuffed into one turkey!
Life is heavy for multitudes of our people, and
they need more frequent let-up. Here fun is
elevating and educational. I am afraid of a
man who cannot laugh. He is sure to steal
something. The most solemn-looking man
I ever knew borrowed of me twenty-
five dollars, and through pure delicacy
of feeling never mentioned the subject again!
The world wants not so much broader smiles as
deeper laughter. Would to God that one great
Mardi Gras might march through all the earth,
until the downcast are compelled to look up,
and the shawled sick shall gaze jubilant out of
the window, and the misanthrope that growls
and groans over the world’s imperfections shall
explode into uncontrollable guffaw at the
world’s merriment. We have the best of books
for the authority. ‘A merry heart doeth good
like a medicine,’ and it is high time that people
understood that there is no war between the
gospel of Jesus Christ and honest-hearted
mirth.
‘At the close of that carnival I first saw the
city of New Orleans—not a draggled and blood
shot populace, but men and women better,
stronger, wiser for their innocent glee. A more
glorious Sabbath never dawned on earth than
the following Sabbath. The worship of God
began before six o’clock,_in the temple of the
morning, the feathered choirs standing amid
bushes of jessamine and orange, the oriole act
ing as precentor. I said as soon as 1 came out
of my room and looked into the sunshine, after
a night of such thundering and tempest as I
never saw: ‘This must be something of the sen
sation we will have when the bestormed nights
of earth end in the sunburst celestial.”
After complimenting ‘Mobile with its beautiful
churches, Macon the eity of mansions, Augusta,
the city of culture and polished homes; Charles
ton the city of historic memories;’ he asserts
that:
‘The most cheerful city of the South to-day
is New Orleans. She is rejoicing in the rescue
from years of unrighteous government. Just
how the State of Louisiana has been badgered,
and her every idea of self-government insulted,
can be appreciated only by those who came
face to face with the facts. While some of the
best patriots of the North went down with the
right motives to mingle in the reconstruction
of the State governments of the South, many of
these pilgrimists were the cast-off and thieving
politicians of the North, who, after being ston
ed out of northern waters crawled upon the
beech at the South to sun themselves. The
Southern states had enough dishonest men of
their own without any imported. The day of
trouble has passed. Louisiana and South Car
olina, i*forthe most part,' are free. Governor
Nicholls of the one, and Governor Wade Hamp
ton of the other, have the confidence of the
great masses of the people. Tnere is only one
word that can describe the feelings of the South
to-day, and that word is ‘hope.’ They have re
covered from theffirst discouragement of ruined
fortunes, and are expecting better ones than
they lost, and they will have them. My opin
ion is, that the largest fortunes are yet to be
made at the South, because there is more room
to make them, greater reaches of country to be
developed, and more geniality of climate rea
dy to smile upon great industry. So I change
Horace Greeley’s famous advice, ‘Go West,’ and
say to our young people ‘Go South.’ During
my two weeks at the South, mingling with all
classes of people, and in perpetual conversation,
often incognito, I heard not one unkind word
towards the North or Northern people. My
opinion is, that if to-day, 1 a Northern man gets
hanged at the South, it is because he d.serves
to be hanged!
Those Congressional politicians who are en
larging upon the belligerent state of the South
must have some bad design, or be president
making. There is no spirit of fight in the
South. I do not speak of what I read, I speak
of what I know. My observation is that there
is not so much need that the South be recon
structed towards the North as the North Bhould
be reconstructed towards the South. No man
on a lecturing platform to-day, in the South,
can make any allusion implying loyalty to the
United States Government but his voice will be
drowned out by the uproar of enthusiasm.
There is no more use for federal military at
New Orleans than at Brooklyn. And yet, there
are men hereabouts who are still cursing Presi
dent Hay’s because he withdrew the military,
and have not found out in the last fourteen
years that the war is over. Let our newspapers
and platforms quit stiring up the old strifes.
There is now absolutely nothing to fight about.
Peace! from Passamaquoddy bay to Lake Ponch-
ortrain. Let there be pe ice.
Dr. Talmage,s detractors, who are many,
may sneer at this as ‘gush’—that word which
has been coined on purpose to extinguish the
enthusiasm that is the parent of all generous
acts and noble, ideal impulses. But we prefer
to believe it genuine, and to think Dr. Tal
mage has a warm heart, a fervid, earnest intel
lect—in short, feels and thinks like a Southern-
and deserves to be one.
Mr. Bergh at a Temperance Advocate.
Mr. Bergh the zealous and indefatigable organ
izer, and president of the American Society for
the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, is before
Congress with a petition in behalf of dumb ani
mals, looking, among other things, to a reform in
respect to the frightfully cruel manner in which
live stock is now transported—the crowding and
starving and famishing for water which is the
rule in cattle cars and on steamboats.
Last week Mr. Bergh rather unexpectedly came
to the front as an advocate for total abstinence.
At a meeting of the Temperance Union men
he delivered an address, in which he said
he had asked himself what he had to do
with temperance or intemperance? His cli
ents were among the lower order of animals.
They do not lie, they do not steal, they do not get
into political rows, they do not vote, they do not
drink rum. They had nothing to do with temper
ate or intemperate men. While those reflections
were passing through his mind he saw a drunken
driver savagely beating a poor old horse. He then
came to the conclusion that he had something to
do with the subject, hence his appearance.
He said he happened to live on a street, where,
when snow was on the ground, a crowd of sleighs
filled with drunken men, shouting at their utmost
pitch, and lashing their horses like mad, were
frequently to be seen. Here again the cause of
cruelty to animals and intemperance were identi
cal. He regretted to say that he noticed many
ladies participating in these sleighing orgies. All
considerations tended to show that all the higher
as well as the lower grades of animals had some
thing to do with the matter. When he was young
he had been taught to believe that mouey was the
root of all evil. Money, he said, was all very
well in its way, unless a man had too much of it.
But as he grew older he was compelled to believe
that rum and not money was the root of all evil.
He did not refer to rum in the general sense it
was used. lie would include high priced cham
pagnes, sherries, maderias, Burgundy, clarets, and
all those expensive liquors. It was a common
saying that a man was as “drunk as a beast,” but
The Reason.
An exchange propounds the conundrum.
‘How is it that a woman can sit daring church
time bolt upright and not change her position,
looking neither to die right nor the left? Then
why is it that a man, will sit on a picket fence
all day to see a ball match and when he is put
into a church pew for three quarters of an hour
will wabble all over the seat?’
We think the problem is solvable. The man
warbbles because he misses his customary re
freshment—the soothing “chaw.” He can not
indulge in this in meeting, unless, as we some
times see, especially in country churches, he
outrages decency and turns the sanctuary into
a spittoon. The reason the woman sits with
such praiseworthy uprightness, and looks neith
er to right or left, has • probably more to do
with fashion than morals. Her new hat is hung
on by the ragged edge of her back hair, and she
is afraid to turn lest she disturb its equili
brium. *
Goethe’s Million.
Maggie Mitchell’s recent performance of the
Mignon dramatization has brought out a criticism
upon Wilhelm MeiAter, which perfectly agrees
with what we have Al ways thought, but regarded
it as treasonable to the German Shakspeare to ex
press :
“I shall never forget the repeated acts of self-
sacrifice which it cost me to finish “Wilhelm
Good Friday in New Mexico — Need for
Home Missionaries.
When our worthy church fathers are stirring
up pity for the distant heathen and taking up
contributions to send missionaries to Borro-
boolah Gah, they do not reflect (perhaps they
do not know) that we have a very good substi
tute for the car of Juggernaut and the widow’s
sacrificial pyre right here in this our country
of churches. New Mexico exhibits supersti
tions as revolting and cruel as India or China
can furnish, though the fanatically Spanish
residents are guilty of these under cover of
Christianity. The penetential period of Lent
is the time when the most hideous horrors are
enacted through the whole length of Cucharas
valley, “dotted with queer little villages.”
The New Orleans Times says of the fanati
cal ceremonies that mark this period: “The
real tragedy of the crucifixion is enacted and
not merely a theatrical representation given
The details of its horrors are sickening. The
poor wretches fast until they are scarcely able
to stand, lash their naked bodies until they re
semble raw beef, and then, having prolonged
their torture for weeks, upon the last great day,
“Holy Friday,” they take upon their backs
heavy wooden crosses, and, if their strength
holds out, stumble along, blindfolded, to “the
summit of an arduous hill.” Some fall ex
hausted from the long season of fasting and
torture and the loss of blood before the height
is reached. There the moaning penitents are
Meister and the “Elective Affinities. Aslauli bound to upright crosses, the strong cords
de Saint-A ictor has put it, 1\ lien Goethe goes in 1 paying tVinmanlvAa into the maneded flesh
put it, “When Goethe goes
for being tiresome, he succeeds with an astonish
ing perfection ; he is the Jupiter Pluvius of ennui.
The very height from which he pours it down does
but does make its weight greater.” What an in
sipid invention is the pedagogic city! What a
trivial world is that in which the Wilhelms and
the Philinas, the Eduards and the Ottillias have
their being ! Mignon has been elevated into a
poetic creation ; bnt Mignon has neither charm
nor mystery, nor veritable existence, nor any
in his long experience with the lower animals he other poetry belonging to her—let us say it right
out—except the half dbzen immortal stanzas put
had never seen a beast who could be called drunk.
A question was once asked at an English noble
man’s dinner table, “ Gentlemen, shall we drink
like gentlemen or drink like beasts?” A timid
guest at the lower end of the table said he “pre
ferred they should drink like beasts.” Everybody
was indignant, mid an explanation demanded.
into her mouth.
George Eliot and Lewes-
So much curiositj is manifested to know the
Zr - U u lg u.vu,, ““ , facts about George AEliot’s connection with Mr.
The young man said the reason why he preferred ' . y
they should drink like beasts was because beasts I Eewes prior to their marriage, which took place a
did not get drunk. He was in favor of bolding j few years ago, that it may be as well briefly to
governments that licensed rumselling, and under sketch them once more :
the influence of which men committed felonies,
responsible for the acts of those men. Mr. Bergh
referred to the bad effect the bribery of fifty centB
per head for every dog slaughtered in t ie streets
had upon children. It familiarized them with
cruelty and bloodshed, and often led them to im
brue their hands in human gore, and finally to the
ending of their days on the scaffold. He would
have the rumseller punished for selling liquor tnat
intoxicated men with more severity than be would
the poor wretch who stole a pair of shoes or a ham
in midwinter. *
themselves into the mangled flesh
They are lefi hanging here until life seems al
most extinct. Many, it is said, perish under
the torture, and are secretly buried. Mrs.
Helen Hunt, resident at Colorado -Springs, and
well known through the Atlantic, says: ‘In the
spring of 1876 four of these penitents, young
men, died from the effects of the tortures. One
of them, running for three days under the
cactus scourge, lay all Easter night naked upon
the threshold of a church. Easter morning he
was found dead.’”
Feminine Jealousies—Trouble
Among the “Divas.”
One would think that the glory of bringing out
under his management, a whole trio of prima
donnas at once, ought to have made a happy man
of Max Strakosch. But it seems his crown has
been by no means void of thorns. His night-in
gales’ tempers .were not altogether so sweet as
their voices, especially Miss Kellogg, who seems
to have been the chief aggressor. The American
Sunday Morning Dancing,
The recent pulpit denunciations against dancing
seem to have waked up a -defiant spirit.. Last
Sunday, while so many divines were getting
ready their heavy artillery against the practice of
tripping the light fantastic toe, Monsieur Cartier,
that patent perpetual spinning top, was whirling
away for a wager on the tip of his big toe as he
had been doing all night, only releasing one part
ner to clasp another, while the spectators looked
on with their own brains in a whirl (if they had
any, which is doubtful), and a gold medal dangled
in view ready to decorate the fair one who should
hold out the longest. The Sunday squabble over
this “apple of discord” was a fitting finale to the
performance. The Boston Tost records the danc
ing feat without any comment upon its absurdity,
or the sinfulness of encouraging such excesses,
though surely there was need for such stricture,
particularly as the show was witnessed by a “large
and respectable audience.” The Tost says :
A large and highly respectable audience wit
nessed the extraordinory performance of Monsieur
Cartier at Horticultural Hall Saturday afternoon
and evening. Professor Cartier advertised to waltz
thirteen and one-half hours without a moment’s
rest, and was successful. He began at precisely
11 a.m.—being detained by a delayed train from
arriving in season to begin at the advertised time,
10.30 a.m.—and finished his task at 12.30 Sunday
morning. A gold medal was offered to the lady
who should dance the longest with the Professor,
and the first, competitor was Miss Tarr, who
danced two hours and thirty minutes; Mrs. Car-
tier then danced twenty-seven minutes, and was
followed by Miss Lizzie Allen, who waltzed for
three hours and seven minutes. Miss Thatcher
then whirled around for one hour and thirty-three
minutes, and was followed by Miss Hardy, who
covered three hours and seven minutes without
rest. Mrs. Merrill, Mr. Dublois and Mrs. Car-
tier filled out the balance of the time.
As the hour of miduight ’approached it was
submitted to the audience whether the Professor
should continue into the morning, and no objec
tion being made, the doors were locked at 12
o^lock, and the Professor waltzed on until his
time of thirteen and a half hours was completed
at 12:30 a. m. Miss Allen and Miss Hardy hav
ing waltzed three hours and seven minutes each,
the question arose as to who should have the prize
of a gold medal. The Professor proposed that the
ladies draw lots, but to this Miss Hardy objected,
as did Mrs. Hardy, who asserted that the whole
thing was “put up” in favor of Miss Allen. After
much talk and no agreement, the medal was given
Miss Allen. At the close of his tedious task
Monsieur Cartier appeared as fresh as when he
began, his pulse beating at 31 to the quarter and
57 to the half minute, as announced by Drs.
Green and Ordway, who then examined him. *
George II. Lewes was editor of some well known
magazine—I believe the “Westiminster Review.”
He is a man well known in literature, having | prpna is reported to be excedinglv jealous of all
sharers of her laurels. She first quarreled with
Miss Cary, and when Mme. Roze, the beautiful
foreign cantatrice, came with her flute-notes and
her bewitching eyes, Clara Louise let Miss Carey
enjoy peace while she threw all her energies into
harrassing the tranquil soul of the Roze. It is an
ill wind that blows good to no body, and the
green house man reaped a harvest from the spite
and jealousy that cropped up and flourished in
the soul of the sweet singer. For Miss Kellogg,
it is said, instituted a “flower lobby,” regardless
of expense, and had herself overwhelmed every
night with a storm of costly bouquets. But her
prudence in money matters showed itself still
“Though on triumph she was bent
She had a frugal mind.”
She carried home her flowery trophies with great
eclat; but she privately sent them back with
directions to the usher to have them thrown at her
again next night. Her strategy was found out
and Mme. Rose’s admirers came with pyramids of
flowers, and so the battle of bouquets went on‘
and the saucy reporters got a chance to sneer at
feminine tempers and jealousies, forgetting that
the same feelings are found among men, and that
the White House itself is but a whited sepulchre
whence arises the evil odor of strifes and jeal
ousies, from Messrs. Blaine and Conkling down to
the pettiest clerk in the departments. *
written the “Physiology of Common Life,” “The
Life of Goethe,” a translation of Comte’s philo
sophical works and other valuable and elevated
books. Mr. Lewes and Miss Evans became friends.
Soon after this acquaintance Lewes’ wife eloped
with Thornton Hunt, a son of the famous Leigh
Hunt—a person who, in appearance and intellect,
was in every way inferior to the man whose wife
he carried away. There were some children whose
motherless condjP f -'»$rite<l Wisg Evans’ pity, and
she took up her residence in Lewes’ house in or
der to care for them. By some trick Mrs. Lewes
managed to secure an interview with Lewes under
circumstances which had the effect to prevent a
divorce during her lifetime. She then left and
never returned. Lewes and Miss Evans went
abroad and were married under the laws of a for
eign state. Whatever may have been the quality
of the marriage then, the subsequent death ot
Mrs. Lewes has had the effect to make if
legal.
A Friend to the Working Girls.—Mrs. Fletcher
Harper, the wife of the well-known publisher
of the house of Harper A Brothers, has set on
foot an admirable charity—using the word in
its better sense—which ought to endear her to
the hearts of all working-girls, in whose welfare
she has taken a warm interest. At her insti
gation, Mr. Fletcher Harper has purchased the
Seashore Cottage at Atlanticville, N. J., and is
about to have it fitted up as a hotel, to be de
voted exclusively to the entertainment of work
ing-girls during the summer months. There
will be accommodations for from seventy-five
to one hundred guests, who will be allowed
to remain each two or three weeks. A merely
nominal charge will be made, sufficient to re
lieve the charity of a merely eleemosynary
aspect. The establishment will be opened in
June.
Bayard Taylor.
It is so rarely that our government honors
itself by bestowing office upon men of literary
or artistic talent that the appointment of Bay
ard Taylor to the Uerlin Consulate gives uni
versal gratification: A complimentary dinner
was given to Mr. Taylor last Thursday (April
4th) by the representative men of New York,
among whom were William Cullen Bryanr, Au
gust Belmont, Joseph Choate and Marsball
Roberts. The lettemf introduction was couched
in the following flattering terms:
Your fellow-citizens, without distinction of
party, have been prompt to acknowledge the
eminent fitness of your appointment as the rep
resentative of this nation at the Court of Berlin.
They feel that their government has acted most
worthily in thus designating for important ser
vice an American whose purity of life and char
acter is in keeping with his reputation as a
scholar, writer and observer of affairs. In re
cognition of these facts, and as a mark of our
personal affection and esteem, we invite you to
accept a public dinner before your departure
for that country which has already extended to
you a welcome, with which you are connected
by the closest ties, and with whose politics and
literature you are so familiar. *
‘Rip Van Winkle hnd Art—Joe Jefferson as a
painter,’—the very interesting article on another
page, is written by a gifted young artist of the
Crescent City—the s^ine who gave our readers a
glimpse into the studios of some of our native
artists not long since. He has been sojourning
lately on the banks of the Teche and drinking
in ike loveliness of the Opelousas land, tenderly
pictured by Longfellow in his Evangeline, but
too much neglected by the pens and pencils of
our people, who fall into ecstacies over foreign
beauties and shut their eyes to the wild, broad,
sublime, beautiful scenery of our own land.
Ever since we heard that Mr. S. bad gone gyp-
seying through that unique region, with its pe
culiar society and its singular topographical
features, we have been hoping he would send us
some pengraphs of his adventures and observa
tions—some jottings from that note book that
accompanies his portfolio, and whose contents,
if written in a fashion half so fresh and graphic
as he talks, will be delightful reading. *
A Picture of Gen. Walker,
We are happy to announce to our readers
that we have in hand a fine picture of this gal
lant officer, and that it will be followed by a
picture of Gen. Joseph Wheeler, the great Con
federate cavalry commander who so distin
guished himself in the “Battles Around Atlan
ta.” Of Gen. Walker’s picture a correspondent
the Savannah Morning Xews says :
“The relatives and friends in Savannah of
the lamented Gen. William Henry Talbot Wal
ker (father of Mrs. Dr. Schley and Mrs. Col. C.
W. Anderson), will be glad to know that Col.
J. H. Seals, of the Sunny South, of this city, is
now having a fine picture of this gallant Con
federate soldier engraved in Philadelphia for
his paper.
“The picture will be accompanied by a full
and deeply interesting biographical sketch of
Gen. Walker, made up from material kindly
furnished by Gens. Johnston, Wheeler and
Chilton, Cols. Ross and Avery, Major Cum-
ming, and other distinguished soldiers. The
sketch will probably appear in the ‘ Memorial
Day ’ issue of the Sunny South, and will most
fittingly embalm the virtues and the heroism of
‘Georgia’s noble son,
Eer loved (lower of chivalry.’ ”
Grafting Wax.—Grafting wax is made by
melting equal portions of rosin, beeswax and
tallow in a tin j>an over the stove ;
when melted tear up some old cotton sheet
ing in strips about three inches wide and dip them
into the melted wax, and then hang them on a
line to cool. This waxed cloth makes a better
oovering for the grafts than wax alone.
Chicago Sat down Upon.
George Francis Train, who has lately been in
Chicago prosecuting his three libel suits there
against the newspapers who called him fool and
lunatic, gives Chicago a “ cussin out” that makes
St Loui3 grin with delight. Heie is the “ inspir
ed idiot’s ” sketch of the Western Giaut:
“ Chicago, macadamized with jails, asylums,
and almshouses, is on the down grade ! Planted
in a swamp ! Built by accident on a quagmire !
Jackscrewed every year to keep it out of the lake !
Shingled all over with ruinous Eastern mortgages !
Saturated with alcohol, tobacco and opium! Dis
eased with hog meat and i.exan rinderpest .’ Set
tled by enterprising business men from the East,
whose capital consisted of cheek, brag and bluster,
whose enterprise and morality is made up of
Tweedism, Grantism and Beecherism ! who grew
rich out of their trustee handling of the world’s
donation funds after the great fire! No wonder
the city treasury is bankrupt, and its people bor
dering on starvation, in the face of elevators filled
with corn!”
Atlanta Notes.
Miss Rose Eytinge.
On Monday nightTwe are to have a great
t t froin this distinguished actress in Rose
Miche ” whicS is said to be a very extraordina
ry play, and one in which she has estabhshed a
reputation, having acted it 200 times in the Un
ion Squaae theatre of New Tor . there
her power as an actress is phenomena 1 and ^re
probably never lived a more graceful actress.^
1 On Tuesday evening she plays ‘Led A8t ™y ,
in which she will wear the following superb and
"l tprTnSen train of white Matelassesilk,
covered with ecru crepe and garniture of tr > D f e >
crimson and yellow roses, hat and feathers, by
Worth, of Paris. . .
2. Dinner Dress, court tram of black velvet,
with petticoat of white watered silk, with garni
ture of scarlet and black feathers, and dia
monds, by Worth, of Paris. _ . ... .
3. Ball Dress, brown satin tram, petticoat
pale blue satin, and white laces.
4. White Robe de Chambre.
5. Black velvet and point lace.
Oakland Cemetery is now most beautiful with
freshly budding trees, vines and shrubs. The
air is redolent of the fragrance of many flowers,
the grass springs velvet-soft, and the mocking
birds are carolling sweetly in the boughs that
shade the last resting place of the dead. M an-
dering through the sacred grounds in the hazy,
golden stillness of these April afternoons, a
tender sadness, hardly akin to tears, steals into
the heart, and the lave!y lines of the fine old
poet of the Tbanatopsis drift into the memory:
I know, I k now I shall not see
The season's gorgeous glow;
Its brightness would not beam for me,
Nor its wild music flow.
But if about my place of sleep
The frieuds I love should come to weep,
They might not haste to go,
Soft airs and music, light and bloom,
Might keep them lingering near my tomb. *
The marriage of Mr. S. Selig to Miss Sophie
Michaels on last Wednesday evening, was a
very brilliant occasion. The ceremony was
performed in the Synagogue by Rev. E. M.
Browne in the presence of a large assembly o
friends and acquaintances. Afterwards, the
bridal party drove to Concordia Hall, where an
elegant reception, a splendid banquet and a
dance concluded the evening. There were a
hundred couples on the floor at a time. There
were many handsome toilettes exhibited. The
bride wore silk, trimmed with tulle and orange
blossoms. A very gratifying incident of the
occasion was the present made from the bride
and groom of a large basket of cakes and more
substantial viands to the inmates of the Ladies
Benevolent Home.
The following items come to us from the
“Military Department” of the Savannah Weekly
Xews, and we give the first paragraph to our
readers “unbeknown” to the Senior Editor:
Col. John H. Seals, editor of the Sunny South,
of Atlanta, is to be the “Memorial Day” orator
at Griffin this year. His eloquence and culture
will make the occasion one of deep interest to
all who participate in the exercises of that sol
emn occasion.
Capt. J. Wiison Ballard, the veteran Superin-
tend.eut of the Union Passenger Depot in At
lanta, says he don’t take any stock in the “durn’d
turnement things, picking off’ rings with a bil
liard cue,” but if Col. Grubb, of Darien, will
get up his grand rifle shooting contest, after
the best “shots” get through lie will “pull a
trigger” that will leave a hole where the “bull’s
eye” was just before he fired. And he’ll do it
too. That’s the kind of an “old ramrod” he is
at a shooting match.
Personal,
GRACE GREENWOOD ABOUT SCHURZ.
What I thought in the time of the Sumner revolt
of Mr. Schurz is just what I think to-day. I
stand by it, and boldly say that if Prussia is flush
in the Schurz line—has more of the same sort to
spare—I hope she will send them on. Brains like
his, energy like his, industry, endurance, will,
genius like his, are not drugs iu our market.
Those who have to oppose him no argument but
the fact of his foreign birth, remind me of the
Irishman, who, when non-plussed in a religious
discussion by a strong text from St. Paul, replied,
contemptuously, “ Paul is it ? Paul! Why, men,
he wasn’t one of the rale, original twaive—he was
an interloper, just.”
The Rev. James C. Beecher, of Ulster county,
brother of Henry Ward, occupied Plymouth pulpit
last Sunday. He looked around upon the numer
ous choir, the big organ and the ushers and said :
“ I preach at home in a little school house in the
wiiderness- We have a little cabinet organ and I
play it myself, because we have no other organist. •
I am also sexton and usher. I play simple tunes
to the glory of God, and the rough backwoods peo
ple join in singing the hymns. I don't know
anything about hell, but 1 know a great deal
about heaven.” -• —
General Peabody A. Morse of Natchitoches,
Louisiana, died suddenly of paralysis at his home
on the 16th ult., aged seventy-two years. Gene
ral Morse was a native of New Hampshire and a
graduate of Dartmouth College of the class of
1830. He was a prominent lawyer and spent
most of his l.fe in the practice of his profession in
Louisiana. For some years he was Judge of the
Supreme Court of California. Mr. Morse was a
brother of Isaac S. Morse of Cambridge.
Col. A. F. Moore, an old and well known citizen
of Macon co., Ala., died at his residence near
Tuskegee, on the 31st ult. He went to bed late
Saturday night, apparently in good health. He
was 74 years of age, leaves a widow and nire
children, nearly all grown, and his is the first
death that has ever occurred in the family. Col.
Moore was a man of superior intelligence and a
writer for the press.
Samuel Wood, one of the millionaires of New
York, died recenHy, bequeathing by will two mil
lions of dollars to found a music college in that
city. lie had no direct relatives, but some more
remote are contesting the will, which it is said
was drawn by a lawyer and covers twenty-nine
pages of legal cap paper.
A country Washington correspondent says Ben
Hill is ‘‘hot and dashing, Gordon is majestic and
courtly, Senator Butler is acute and polite and
Lamar has a conservative, cold, calculation- mind.”
That is the way these giants strike the people of
Bainbridge, in Georgia ; but under that extinguish
er of burning intellect, the dome of the Capitol
they are very much like other senators.—
Tialt.
Colonel McClure, usuaHy so correct, says in his
Weekly Times: “ Bayard Taylor owns Schiller’s
court sword, and can wear it when he goes to
Berlin.” Our elderly, bald, literary representa
tive wouU look well iu a dress suit and a white
tie, with a sword daugling on his slightly rheu
matic hips. You slipped up that time, Colonel
try again.