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JOHN R. SEALS, - .Editor and Proprietor. W. B. SEALS, - Proprietor and Cor. Editor. MRS. MARY E. BRYAN (•) Assoc iate Editor. ATLANTA, GEORGIA, MAY 25, 1878. Your paper is discontinued at the expiration of the time paid for, and if you wish it continued don’t fail to notify us in advance. We cannot supply back numbers and if you wish to keep up the connection with running stories, notify the office in good time. Two dollars and fifty cents will renew for one year. Women Peasants in Austria.—The engraving on the front page of oar paper rep resents women peasants of Austria tilling the soil. The picture is suggestive. A little spot of stony soil, girdled by barren mountains, a collection of cheerless looking huts, their rough roofs weighted by rocks; the women and oxen in the fore ground, harnessed together— painfully drawing the queer, lumbering plow through the hard, rock-covered earth—women with faces stolid as the beasts’ they work be side, women whose barren homes and heavy faces show that the hard coarse labor to which they are doomed, cuts them off from all culture, all exercise of the refining tastes, the simple home decorative arts, the social courtesies and amenities, that may give a grace even to hum ble life. The picture is a painful one, so unnatural is the relation in which it shows woman—wo man, who by the construction of her mind and body seems intended^o brighten and beautify life even when (because of poverty or narrow culture) she can only do this by the exercise of simple tastes and of the plain virtues of erde r liness, neatness and a certain grace and clev erness in her ways and work. Here we have her verily the beast of draught and burden: here we see her battling with the stones for a meagre livelihood. Where are the men that the women of this splendid monarchy are called upon thus to reverse nature ? The answer is contained in the fact, that such splen did sovreignties are upheld by standing armies, which take the men from the field and work shop, and make of them those matchless auto mata, those living drill and war machines, which are the pride of the monarch and the shame of the philanthropist—the lover of free, progressive humanity. Those of the men who are not soldiers are tainted with the hereditary curse imposed by frequent wars and the necessity of maintaining large military organizations. The inherited curse of laziness—the soldier's indolent habits taints their blood. They prefer to lounge in tavern stoops or b6er rooms, or to engage in some light, irregular work, while their women, who have been taught from the cradle to look npon patient, uncheered labor as their destiny, straggle with the stones for their scanty bread, and cultivate muscle at the expense of all that makes home attractive, or ensures the birth and raising of active brained children—of a race of inventive, progressive men and women. The picture suggests a strong argument against those ‘magnificent monarchies’ support ed by standing armies, whose advocates are get ting more and more numerous in our country,and to which our government is said to be tending. If there is such a tendency, it should be strong ly resisted. The idea that historical precedent points it out as probable, should not be felt as in any way, compelling a repetition of history. We of the New World, cut off from the old by broad seas and novel associations, may establish a law of government for ourselves. We may illustrate a phase of civilization of our own—a prime feature of which we hope will be the throwing open to women of all the avenues of lighter industry, of skilled labor, and of art, while men, with the assistance of our constant ly improving labor-saving implements, direct the business of agriculture, mechanics, and trade : the more intellectual fields of labor be ing occupied by all who have ability to work therein, irrespective of sex, limited only by talent and fitness. * A Hint for Commencement Days. We clip the following sensible suggestions from the editorial columns of the Philadelphia Times, and commend them to our colleges : The season of college commencements is upon us. During the next four weeks society will be inundated with a deluge of the sort of speeches which callow speech-makers turn adrift from commencement platforms. Before great con gregations of smiling relations and approving neighbors the graduating collegians will dis play their oratorio and mnemonic powers by reading and reciting speeches, treatises and es says, to the manufacture of which many weary midnight hours have been devoted. Sisters, sweathearts, aunts and uncles and grandparents listen in patient exhaustedness while the speeches of the other young men are being de livered that they may be on hand to hear the utterances of him on whom their affections and hopes are centered. Although the dreary mass of speeches constituting the make-up of a com mencement programme is enough, if listened to as a whole, to give a healthy person an at tack of dyspepsia, yet people take the risk. They conceal in a manner highly creditable to their oourtesy the lact that they consider the speeches of the other young men a bore. When their own young man speaks their sleepiness disappears and their weary faemi are wreathed ) with pleasant tokens of approbation. Whether his speech is on a subject which they compre hend, or whether, for the greater exhibition of his scholarly attainments, it is delivered in the Latin tongue, which he himself but imperfectly understands, it is all the same. Canes, umbrel las and heels are brought in violent contact with the floor, not so much for the purpose of raising the cloud of dust which inevitably rises, as to signify the delight of the owners of the noise-making apparatus. At the proper mo ment bouquets or more elaborate floral offerings are sent by the speaker's relatives to the plat form, or thrown from a distance by persons who are such inexpert marksmen that the mis siles light on somebody’s head considerably dis tant from the target aimed at. The parchments, worded in Latin and tastefully engraved, are handed to the graduates, and the commence ment is finished. The young men go forth into the busy world to seek what they may devour, and to take a hand in the general game of get ting a living in such ways as may open before them. It is strange that in the midst of the world’s progress this commencement business stands substantially where it did generations ago. The only way in which the graduating young man can commend himself to a solicitous public is to make a speech. He may be without talent for speech-making, but it makes no difference. He may be able to map out a coal mine, or to enliven a black board with a hydrographic chart of the bottom of Baffin’s Bay or the Red Sea, but it is denied him. He might execute before the audience lightning calculations on a huge slate, to the great admiration of the beholders and to the marvelous stirring up of those who fall asleep while the Greek salutatory is being enunoiated. But this would be irregular. He might display his knowledge ot dental mechan ics by filling the tooth of a fellow Btudent or extracting a molar from the jaw of a professor. Such proceedings being out of the ordinary routine, and calculated to enliven the platform to an extraordinary degree, are not permitted. The poor fellows are tied up to the one monot onous round of speech, speech, speech; speech which interests hardly any body; speech which is generally a string of the tamest inanities; speoch which in many instances has been carefully re vised by professors for the credit of the estab lishment lest it should be too striking or too interesting, or contain any thing dangerously novel; speech which proves no doctrines, estab lishes no faots, and, as a contribution to the world’s work, is of no value. If the young men who are graduating at these institutions of learning, were all to be profes sional speech-makers it might bo different. A few of them aim to be clergymen and lawyers, although the law, if not the gospel, is sadly overcrowded just now. There may be a certain degree of fitness in the making of speeches, by those who are to enter these professions, but let the incipient mechanic, engineer and sur geon distinguish themselves in some other and more practical way. If it be objected that these young persons have not, during their four years of collegiate training, picked up enough knowl edge to enable them to do any thing but make a speech, and to do that in a vealy and absurd manner, then let the verdict be so much the worse for the college, which has wasted a great deal of somebody's time, and for the impracti cable old gentlemen who, being professors, have professed something which they did not more than half understand, namely, the train ing of young men. Professor Joseph Henry, of the Smithsonian Institution.—The cause of science and of patient research into the pheno mena of nature sustained a loss in the death of Joseph Henry, which occurred lately at Washington, second only to that it suffered when the lamented Agassiz-was gathered to th«J bosom of his mother earth. Joseph Henry, though a physioist rather than a philosopher, a devotee of applied scientific results rather than of original research, and a practical and matter- of-fact plodder in paths that were soared over by geniuses whose flight was higher, probably did more for the cause of scientific investigation than any man who ever lived on this continent. He was, in fact, the Nestor and in many respects the father of the rapidly increasing school of American scientists. Born at Albany, New York, on December 17, 1797, he reached the ripe age of eighty-one years, sixty of which were devoted to the unselfish and unsparing elucidation of the great secrets of nature. He was educated in the common schools of his na tive city and its academy, in which, in 1826, he became professor of mathematics. The follow ing year he began the important series of exper iments in electricity and electro-magnetism the results of which established his fame, although the greater glory of them was garnered by Morse. When Mr. Henry began his investiga tions the electro-magnet, although well-known, was little mere than a philosophic plaything, and its possibilities, of which we, in the last few months, have learned so much, through that remarkable man Edison, were scarcely dreamed of. In 1828 Professor Henry first astonished the world by the publication of an account of vari ous modifications he had effected in electro magnetic apparatus. Among these were the faots: That in the transmission of electrioity for great distances the power of the battery must be pro portioned to the strength of the conductor; that pieces of iron could be magnetized at great dis tances, and he was also the first person to build an electro-magnetic machine. It was this ma chine which made the invention of the electro telegraph possible and which inspired Morse with the idea that took shape nearly a score of years subsequently. In March, 1829, he exhib ited to the Albany Institute eleotro-magnets which possessed magnetic power superior to any known before, and he constructed one in the same year, which is still preserved in the museum of Princeton College, which will sus tain 3,600 pounds with a battery that occupies only a cubio foot of space. In 1831 he success fully transmitted signals by means of the elec tro-magnet through a wire more than a mile long, causing a bell to sound at the further end of the wire. As the result of this experiment he published in Silliman’s Journal of Science, a paper pointing out the applicability of the elec tro-magnet to the transmission of intelligence between distant points, several years before Professor Morse gave the results of his experi ments practical operation. Once more we’ protest against the wicked, cruel and ungenerous treatment of poor, help less dumb animals. No animal is as badly used as sucking calves—deprived of their natural food, their mother’s milk, they are commonly kept oonfined in dry lots where they can find no substitute in the shape of grass and no wa ter, and made to suffer in a miserable state of semi-starvation. Farmer’s wives and children should see that calves should never suffer for food, water, or shelter from the hot sun in snmmer, or rain and snow in winter if possible to raise them. —Exchange. Horace Greeley as a Borrower.— In our last issue we published a striking illus tration intended to represent Horace Greeley’s first appearance in New Y’ork City, and we here give an interesting incident in his early life. Much has been said concerning Greeley’s folly in lending such enormous sums to worthless applicants who only repaid him with ingrati tude. This was a remarkable weakness; but it may, to a degree, be explained. Greeley was, during the first seven years of his New York life, a poverty stricken adventurer, who failed in every effort. He had hopes of making the .’New Yorker a success—and, indeed, it was the best weekly ever issued in New York; but it was swamped by the hard times which followed the panic of 1837. In 1S49 he found himself without a dollar, and was glad to engage in the service of the Whig party as editor of the Log Cabin. The salary was twenty dollars per week for six months, which was considered very lib eral pay. When the campaign was over Greeley determined to start the Tribune', but, unfortu nately, he had no capital. He tried every way possible to obtain a moneyed partner, but was unsuccessful. McElrath had a few hundred dollars, and at last Greeley was glad to acoept him, especially as he was a ready business man. When all other applications had failed, the am bitious editor remembered a noted resident of Jersey City who had large resources, and he determined to try another effort. He therefore made a call on this man, (the late Dudley S. Gregory,) and, having mentioned his case, asked for the loan of one thousand dollars. Alternate hopes and tears moved his breast un til he saw Gregory fill up a check for the amount, and the editor departed with a light heart This loan enabled him to start the Tri bune, which was the great success of his life, and gratitude so wrought upon him that he de termined never to refuse any similar applica tion. This rule not only bound him perma nently, but its power so incaeased that at last he lost all ability to refuse. He paid Gregory with his first earnings, and after that he lent indiscriminately to all who wished to bleed him. Whenever a loan was solicited he always recalled the scene when he, too, was a borrower. He remembered how he then felt the immense importance of those little words, “yes” and “no.” If Gregory had uttered the latter, the Tribune might never have been more than a young editor’s dream. That fatal word, how ever, was not spoken, and Greeley ever after ward followed Gregory’s example, though it cost him nearly one hundred times the amount of the original loan. NEVER DESPAIR.—We appropriate and com mend the following tersely expressed thoughts: Never despair. It is a brave motto, and a bravo man’s armor. Bright, beautiful Hope ; the antidote of all the evils which sprang from the fatal box of Pandora. What a dreary, dark world this would be without its smile. It springs eternal in the heart, for it is the immortal longing of the soul which earth can never fill. Man never Is, but always to be blessed. Strike out of the hearts and lives of men this hope of future good and happiness, and it would be the death of human effort and life. Hope; it is the mainspring of every deed and effort of the world since man came into it, and will be so until the “crack of doom.” Is there a life so helpless and miserable as not to be warmed by its smile? Is there a calamity so great that hope will not rise from its ashes ? Is there a crime so dark and hein ous that hope will uot lighten or color? Is there poverty so bleak that hope will not transform into affluence apd easejj’ Js t'. ere £ misfortune, sickness, poverty or death that the fight of hope does not illume? As the ralnbo\Y It spans the heaven of man with its eternal fill th, and gilds the world with its heaven-born joy. Hope gilds all of earth, and brightens even the portals of the tomb. Hope on, hope ever, and if the reality never comes, the joy of hoping will have cheered and lightened our lives, and will find its fruition in the heaven from which it sprang. This ever longing, hoping for the future is the im- printof immortality, and the impulse of man. All nature teaches the same lesson of hopefulness. Win ter thaws into spring, and spring glides into smil ing, fruitful summer, and the land is teeming with the fatness of man’s toil and nature's bounty. Let us, therefore, be hopefui, and act, as well as feel so, and the cloud now hangingas a pall about us will bo rent asunder, and the bright sky of prosperity will again shine upon our path. With this hopeful sDirit. and the energy inspired by it, every rivulet and spring of industry will open, and the land be filled with prosperity and wealth. We have been acting tlie part of the man in the fable, crying upon Her cules, while he stood despairingly by. We must put our shoulders to the wheel, and if we do it manfully and hopefully it will surely turn. Heaven helps those who help themselves; and while heaven has been smiling and opening opportunities for us, we seem to have lost all energy and manhood, and sim ply called upon Hercules to do the work our own hands should have accomplished. Is it a wonder that the wheel does not turn, and that business is stagnant, money scarce and industry idle? To the determined there is no failure; it overleaps every obstacle and. turns defeat into victory. The will of Sheridan saved Winchester, nd aturned a flying rabble into a conquering army. Before the determined will even Nature’s obstacles melt away; the sea is bridled, and the lightning of heaven speaks its thoughts. Look at the dykes of Holland; the Alps girdled, and oceans united; and then say what ispossible for the energy and will of man. It has made the cold and sterile soil of New England the laboratory of wealth, and her capital city the rival of ancient Athens in its best and palmiest day. Is the energy of the past palsied and the blood that once danced so bravely to gallant deeds in peace and war become sluggish and cold before the frost of ad versity? Impossible. If misfortune is upon us, let us meet it bravely, and like all dangers it will seem less by looking it squarely in the face. Is confi dence wanting between man and man ? Let us set the example and trust one another. Is money scarce, and industry standing idle in the market place? Let us unlock the spring, circulate the money now idle in bonds and security, and labor will smile in plenty, and a rich harvest will be gathered by the brave Avill whichjhas brought it into life. If we suffer, let examine into the cause,and with intelligence, hope and ;energy we shall find the remedy and be braveand true enough to apply it. So far, we have taken counsel of our fears; let us henceforth take counsel of our hopes, our manhood and the indomitable will which in the past has con quered the forest, man and nature,shall conquer all our ills, and peace and prosperity will bless our children and ourselves. It is a shame to our man hood to despond. With such a nation, its industry scarce touched: its resources of wealth illimitable; its territory rolling from sea to sea; with any shade of climate aud every production of nature; with room and opportunity for a hundred millions of people; with institutions of learning and liberty: with freedom in speech and action, and a broad and fair field for each and all, there is no room or place for despondency or despair. We should blush for our intelligence and manhood in allowing the pres ent condition of affairs to exist. It is flying in the fsce of heaven, and making little of its glorious f ifts, to thus hide them in our coward life. Never espair; but let us each and all gather the lesson before us; and with hope animating us with a new and higher trust in man and heaven, bend our shoulders to the wheel, aud it will turn the stream of prosperity upon us, and we shall go on to fill the destiny which God and nature has assigned us, and f enerations to come will sit beneath the spreading ranches of the tree we have planted in faith aud hope. Among the passengers of the Germania, which sailed last week for Europe, was Miss Bijou Heron, the youthful actress, who will remain abroad for a two years’ course of study under the direction of her father, Mr. Robert StoepeL The Country Girl. “Will you buy any strawberries or English peas this morning?” said a clear, cheery voice that rang through the passage and into our room. We had heard the pleasant tones before, ana tossing aside a half-finished letter, went to look at their owner—for the sight of a bright young face, aglow with the blushes of health and modesty, under a rustic bonnet of white muslin, is peculiarly refreshing—and the own er of the sweet voice was a charming specimen of the country girl. A cheerful, bright-eyed lassie, “just turned of seventeen,” with abun dant brown hair, a figure supple and graceful, but not too slight, and the rosiest cheeks and lips in the world. She had walked, she said, four miles that morning—one to the field,where she gathered her wild strawberries while the dew was fresh upon them, and three more to town to sell them. And she laughed when a lady visitor expressed her almost horrified sur prise, and said that four miles was not much ; she could walk farther than that and not mind it any time, and then, the basket of berries was not so very heavy. Of all the lovely things suggested by May sunshine and flowers, the country girl—the genuine oonntry girl—is the sweetest and fresh est. The languid beauties of the city look bril liant enough by gas-light, with pearl powder and “Reae Bloom” to contribute to the “charm ing complexion,” and whalebone and cotton wool to lend their aid in “getting up” the fig ure; but give us a face that will bear the test of morning sunshine and, like a rose or a lily, look all the brighter under its beams. Give us a rounded figure in a neat and not too closely fitting calioo dress, beneath whose modest folds the bosom heaves with regular and healthy breathing. Give us the quick, elastic step, full of life and natural grace; the arm, with its rolled-up sleeve, round and plump, and with the flesh-tint of health; the lips, red as ripe cherries, and always ready to part in smiles, or to answer the birds with a carol cheerful as their own. Talk of ‘aristocratic pallor’ and ‘lady-like languor!’ Show us the chalky belle, faded through disipation of late hours, with her thin arms hooped with bracelets, her sallow com plexion and compressed waist—show us such a hot-house monstrosity that can compare in real beauty—in the beauty that poets and ar tists love—with the fresh, dewy, natural charms of the girl whose hands are busy as her heart is light; whose breath is sweet as the clover fields around her; whose rich hairjis guiltless of pom ade and who is oheerful and happy as the birds that chirp above her, a3 she sits under the grape arbor pressing the milk from the gol den butter, or plying her busy needle.— What if ‘The sun with ardent frown Has lightly tinged her cheek with brown,’ and sprinkled, perhaps, a handful of freckles over the piquant nose and dimpled cheeks? They can hardly be seen for the roses that bloom there. And then freckles, in a moderate quan tity, are not unlovely. Hawthorne felicitously calls them ‘pleasant reminders of April sun shine and breezes,’and a few of them are not amiss on t^ie face of a pretty country girl. * Personal Mention. Colonel II. 11. Jones, and the Ha- con Telegraph,—Among the many plea sant meetings with members of the press which we recently experienced as the corps passed through this city, none gave us more pleasure than the cordial grasp of our warm hearted, able and distinguished friend Jones of the Macon Telegraph and Messenger. It is always a pleasure to meet him, for he is ever the same genial, and clever soul; honest in his convictions, and just to his opponents. Unlike many others who conduct influential journals he manifests a high and liberal appreciation of his co-laborers, and is ever ready to promote their interests. None of that narrow prejudice which too frequently characterizes newspaper men to wards each other, finds any exemplification in the broad and manly spirit of Col. Jones. A noble illustration of the candor and dignity of his character is found in his course on the late Capital question. He was in favor of Milledge- ville for reasons satisfactory to himself and ad vocated the claims of that city with all his abil ity, but when the result proved adverse to his wishes he acquiesced cheerfully and becam e an earnest friend and advocate of Atlanta. Though never an enemy to the city, when it became the permanent capital of the State he was the first among its opponents to show his loyal ty, and has done it in such a manner as to en dear him to all her poople. He suggests and advocates the unconditional release of Atlanta from her obligation to build aState House, and while the city intends and holds itself in readi ness to fulfill its obligation to the letter in this matter, it would nevertheless esteem it a great favor to be released, and by advocating such a proposition, Colonel Jones makes every citizen his personal friend. We all like him for this and for the noble and generous spirit which he always exhibits on all subjects. We suggest that our people give him a hearty welcome and a warm support always and we commend his able journal to all readers. Judge liochrane.—We endorse the fol lowing from the Atlanta Constitution: In our account of Peter Cooper’s visit to this city, on yesterday, our reporter, in a spirit of humor, made certain allusions to gentlemen connected with the visit that should not have been made. He alluded to Judge Lochrane as having car ried Miss Cooper’s dog, when, of course, no such thing occurred. The article was written purely in fun, and it was not intended that it should be taken seri ously, Judge Lochrane, at the especial request of Mayor Angier, left his business and went to ride with the distinguished guests, who had honored oar city, and who deserved such recog nition. It was an inconvenience that he incur red simply at the Mayor’s urgent request Judge Loohrane is one of our most aooomplished gentlemen, and one of the most distinguished of Georgia’s sons. While he has a warm and liberal hospitality, no man that lives is freer from all suspicion of subservience to wealth or power than he. His courtesy is extended just as graciously and as freely to the humblest citi zen as to the richest and most powerful. Our home people who know Judge Lochrane, will relish the humor of our reporter, but to prevent any misconception among outsiders as to the distinguished man who has worn and honored the ermine of our highest bench, and has al ways stood in the foremost ranks of our repre sentative citizens, we make this editorial state ment. A AiveAuotioiieoP.—Queen, j ust across the bridge from this office, should wear the champion belt of auctioneers. We have often seen him begin the Bale of a horse or mule in the liveliest manner when not a man or woman was to be seen anywhere aronnd, bat before he concluded, they were swarming around like flies. He is a grand success. “Conte” Crayon.—In a recent visit to the studio of Mrs. J. R. Gregory, No. 157 Col lins street, we saw several pictures executed in the new style of black “Conte” crayon, now the favorite style of portrait painting with the ar tists in Philadelphia and New York, in which style we think she particularly excels. The head of a little child, taken from life, is ex quisite ! That of Mrs. Dr. Love is an ex cellent likeness, and a group of equestrians at Ponce DeLeon is true to the romance that it il lustrates. Her two last portraits in oil are fine likenesses of the parties, executed in her usual delicacy of color and finish. She has now on her easel a portrait of one of Atlanta’s fairest brides. Last Wednesday, May 15th, Mrs. Laura May, nee Houston of this city, was married to Dr. Mowman, of St. Louis. Atlanta thus loses one of her most popular, intellectual and sweetest ladies—a lady whose talents and graceful vivac ity made her as much sought for in society, as her kind and sunshiny nature made her beloved in the circle of her relatives and chosen friends. The Sunni South mourns her absence; her bright presence often cheered its office, and her wise or witty thoughts often graced its pages, sheltering themselves modestly under an an onymous. We congratulate the gallant gentleman who has won a bride so accomplished and lovable, and we send with the newly-wedded pair our heartiest wishes for their happiness and pros perity. Mrs. May has the faculty of attracting and attaching friends, and we doubt not, that in her new home of St. Louis, she will soon be prized as she so well deserves. * Putting Your Hand in Your Yeiglilior’s Pocket.—The light-fingered gentry, who are so polite to verdant country bumpkins, who say ‘my good friend’ so glibly, and so accommodatingly ease their good friends of their pocket-books, together with those of the other sex. pursuing the same delicate busi ness; respectable females in black, who cram papers of hooks and eyes under their bosom padding, and slip bolts of ribbon and cotton stockings into their riticules when the clerk’s back is turned—are these the only genteel rogues and pick-pockets in Christendom ? Are there not others who daily practiee patting their hands in their neighbor's pockets without any fear of Sing-sing or Blackwell’s Island ? Mrs. Grinder is a highly exemplary lady, mem ber of Mr. Mince’s aristocratic church, and thinks nothing of giving twenty dollars towards having her pet church carpeted with tapestry in stead of Brussels it has had all along, but which is now obnoxious, because it is ‘too common,’ and that odious St. John’s church is carpeted with it. This amiable lody thinks nothing, either, of chaf fering for two hours with a poor, pale, broken- spirited and half-starved needlewoman, who is foot-sore with having trudged up and down street vainly endeavoring to sell her little bundle of embroideries. Mrs. Grinder offers her a third of their worth, and resolutely declares she will not give a cent more. The pale, little woman has stitched many a tear into the embroidered cam bric, but she thinks of her sick child at home, of the empty cupboard and drunken husband, and takes the slender sum with a sigh as she looks at the full purse from which the lady’s jeweled finger extracts it. The benevolent church-member tells her dear friends of her ‘fine bargain,’ and you would not dare to whisper' pick-pocket’ under the gilt bangles of her head-dress. Not long since we saw, in a large dry jtoods establishment, a “ nice, moral young man” be hind the counter strenuously endeavoring to palm off upon an honest-faced country customer an old- fashioned mantle which he represented as being of the very newest style, just imported and the only kind worn by fashionable ladies. And the simple-hearted old farmer who knew nothing of such things had been directed to buy his daugh ter a fashionable mantle that she might make a genteel appearance at boarding-school, purchased the ancient affair, paid his ten dollars down for it out of his little leather pouch, and with a hearty good morning, went out, leaving the conscientious young clerk to chuckle over his good bargain, and congratulate himself upon having gotten rid of a piece of old trumpery that would soon have had to go to the rag pickers. The old gentlemen car ries home the shabby thing, and his daughter, be lieving that it really must be a la mode, packs it n r C ?u ri o i* 40 R ock Hill Seminary, pins tt »n neatly the Sabbath after her arrival, and is so laughed at and ridiculed, that, mortified into o a hew« earS - lt0 ^ and thr0WB 14 “ide, never to be worn again. What did the young man do V ha f dly ' earned ten dollar bill from the pocket of an honest old man ? house e f u B 8t nf e rfT7 a if OU ? g 0rphaQ who had a ouse full of little brothers and sisters to support her mwTifnfd 111 se wing for a lady who promised fhe K?ff he i neitday ’ The gHl came and huv ic/, h djU appropriated all her change to Si o • eam ’c and . the seamstress was told to was Dut o'ff f ^?i d * d Come a E am an< l again, and _ 1 .. day to day with smiling excusos and could not la<iy Was en 8 a 8 ed with company lj® seen; aud at others she was disturb^? 6 * mL^ ad a keadac he aud must not be Dlover wo. , 8um ’ 80 insignificant to the em- ’ was bread and meat to the employed, and mone^v one8 under her charge, it last the ladv ^ Ut bow much had the rich. ? b l d the 0rpha n sewing girl? Time was hnnrJ • she had spent a great many littiA ft. 1 ? tr * a di |, g the streets with her weary, ® 4, and m waiting in the stately parlor of «n» K ipl ^ eP ’ The wealthy lady had been put- sSSm' ! i ? m<mde d fingers into the pocket of the]