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I 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.