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THE WORLD,
quatrins.
I.
The world Is older than our earliest dates;
All thoughts, all feelings, all desires, all fates.
Were known, and tested, long ere Adam's crime
Set the keen sword of Flame at Eden-gates!
IL
Billions of years on billions more have fled.
Since first love’s kiss a maiden cheek turned red;
since the first mother nursed her innocent babe—
The first wild mourner wept above iiis dead
III.
These ancient clods our vagraut feet displace.
May once have held the loftiest soul of grace;
This dateless dust that dims our garden flowers,
May on«e have smiled—a beauteous woman's face,
IV.
Older-than all man's wisdom and his dreams.
Older than all which IS, than all which seKMS,
Our world rolls on, where wrapped in cloud-like fire.
Phantasmal, pale, her awful death-mom gleams!
Gulf Citizen PAUL H. HAY.nk.
Dramatic Notes.
H. J. Montague's benefit at Booth’s on .Monday
night of last week was a brilliant affair.
To the utter amazement of everybody “The
Dantes” was not a success in California.
The regular season of the Walnut, Philadelphia,
will open with “Chicago Reconstructed.”
John T. Raymond was royally entertained by the
Lotus Club, New York, on Sunday evening last.
A young lady Amateur remarks that while she
doesn't object to the “Loan of a Lover,” she doos
disapprove of his “keeping Lent.”
Chattanooga Times: Miss Milligan, Atlanta's fa
vorite tragedienne, is said to be inimitable in her
rendition of “Miss Mortimer,” in “Naval Engage
ments.”
Miss Louise Anderson,daughter of the late Prof.
A nderson, whom she had assisted in his magical
entertainments, died recently in Great Britain. As
an actress she had performed at the Winter Garden
and the Bowery Theatre, New York, as well as in
other cities, about fifteen years ago.
A St. Louis Deputy Sheriff seized two of Pauline
Markham’s trunks a few days ago, upon an attach
ment sued out by theFoy sisters, who clai u that
Pauline owes them two hundred dollars. The siez-
cd property consisted mainly offlesliings, petticoats
spangled skirts, satin slippers and other articles
used by Pauline and her dainty blondes.
Miss Adelaide NeiIson's engagement in London
has closed. A benefit was given her which, in point
of success, lias not, it is said, been equaled lor over a
quarter of a century. A wr ter says in speaking of
the same: “Since Mr. Buckstone'sfamous benefit,
1 canrecali nothing like last night’s manifestations.
‘As you like it’was given and in additiou to her
exquisite portrayal of Rosali id. Miss Neilson re
cited -The charge of ttie light brigade.’ The lady
received fourteen recalls during the evening.”
It is significant, in view of the recent deed of sep
aration between Alexander Anderson and Lydia
Thompson Henderson, that, two days before her
departure from this country, in December last, she
signed in the Eagle Theatre, (now tli ; Standard), a
will in favor of her only child, a (daughter), deeding
to her all her real and personal estate in this coun
try. Under t he laws of England, everything a wife
earns or obtains belongs to her husband. But as a
inatlc-i of precaution, Lydia Thompson investedher
earnings here, with the aid of Mr. Colville, in U. 8.
bonds, and some real estate in Chicago. If she re
turns here, this will he added to the settlement
made upon her by Mr, Henderson, out of her own
earnings.
Tote Maguire, tnauager of Baldwin's Theatre. San
Francisco, has lately been in New York “engaging
talent.” He has hired Henry Ward Beecher to de
liver ten lectures, in as many cities west of the
Kockv Mountains. His first visit to the pastoral
residence brought an offer ofSl.OOO per lecture. The
Rev. II. W. had scruples but they were finally over
come by an offer of $10,000 lor the course, with an
extra thousand for expenses. The contract has
been signed and the “star" will start early in Sep
tember cutting short his visit to the White Moun
tains and delaying his return to Plymouth Church.
Who will feed the hungry ravens of Brooklyn ad
interim: or what Frank Moulton thinks about it
null, we are not informed.
Rignold lias beeu robbed again. This time in Col
orado, by his man Friday—Wm. Worthington. At
the Teller House, Central, he secured and abscond
ed with Rignold’s private security box and fled the
city. The movement thereafter of the thieving val
et are unknown, hut it was thought he went to
Denver. The box was of tin, bound with iron bands
and securely padlocked. Itcoutainei 81,000 in U.
S. bonds, ”00 one-dollar bills, a gold chain with
quartz pendant, several smaller and less valuable
private papers, contracts, railroad tickets etc. Mr.
Rignold lias offered a reward of 8250 for the appre
hension of tlie absconding servant, and a liberal re
ward for any clue to his whereabouts or the recov
ery of any of the articles taken.
Girl Artists On a Lark.—Sixteen girl
pupils of the New York artist Easel formed them
selves into a sketching olnb, and descended
upon the little village of Sqnan, on Sqnan river,
near the sea, to have a good time just among
themselves, one of their number being lnoky
enough to own a ‘cottage by the sea'—a delight
fully romantic little nest, hid among the trees
with rolling hills behind, and ia front, a lawn
sloping to the Bea, a glimpse of whioh might be
caught in the distanoe. Down upon this pret
ty spot swooped the flook of pretty female art
ists, all alive for fan and freedom, and over
joyed to get away from New York brick and
mortar. One of them writes to the Home Jour
nal:
‘Imagine the astonishment of the good people
when, on the fourth of Jnne, three or four stage
loads of girls, ripe for the wildest frolic, dash
ed through the main street of the village. Lit
tle rest or sleep was enjoyed in the oottage that
night. White-robed, seraph-like visions flitted
from room to room, thronged the stairways,
and made the night air ring with the dnlcet
strains of ‘For to-night we will merry be,’ and
other qniet little airs.
The first day, by united vote, was given np
to wild frolic, and a ‘forced march’ to the sea
was made. There was also wading on the beach,
and dancing on the sand. This last amnsment
affords no little fan, while it lasts, but blister
ed faces and limbs as a result are questionable
pleasures, as these young artists found to their
cost. After the first day Mr. and Mrs. Easel
were expected, and dne preparations were made
in th6ir honor. FJags of various nations adorn
ed the pillows of the piazza, while the stars and
stripes were flung to the breeze on the great
flag pole at the end of the lawn. A committee
was delegated to escort the gentleman and his
wife to the cottage, and the members started off
in the stage, attired in bathing hats of the larg
est dimensions.
It is impossible to give more than a faint idea
of the programme that each day developed.
Work intermingled with play, and work of vari
ous kinds, for these budding artists were econ
omists, and have yet their fortunes to make.
However, with the assistance of a cook, they man
aged well their household affairs, and succeed
ed. First it was a sketch in thp grove, one of
the number serving as a model, making a most
picturesque effect, as she reclined in the ham
mock, in her bright scarlet jacket against the
dark green back ground of the trees, with the
river gleaming in the distance. At twilight as
the evening shadows gathered, amateur operas
and charades were performed on the lawn by
the wildest spirits of the party, to the uncon
trolled amusement of the rest.
Ou the morning of the eleventh, the entire
number received an invitation for a sail in a
new and fast sailing yacht. A slight breeze
carried them down to the moutfi of the river,
w here they were landed on the beach, and then
they scattered in all directions. Some planted
their sketching nmbrellas and made their first
attempt at portraying the ocean on canvas; oth
ers donning their bathing dresses made merry
in the dashing waves, while a few, rolling them
selves in shawls, and taking care to get in the
shade of an umbrella, gave themselves np un
reservedly to simple enjoyment of the scene.
A ‘candy pulling’ for which the town was
ransacked for ingredients, was one of the eve
ning entertainments, and many excursions
after batter and eggs, enlivened by adventures
innumerable, filled up the hoars of the day.
All things, however, come to an end. The
week has almost passed away, the good-bye will
soon be spoken, and the merry guests will take
their departure, leaving peace and serenity in
the place of mirth and laughter. I earnestly be
lieve the seeds of good will, health and knowl
edge have been plentifully sown, and if the nu
merous pleasure-seekers at the summer resorts
this season, will only agree to as sensible and
innocent a combination of work and play, there
will be an abnndant harvest of rosy cheeks,
light hearts, and invigorated minds, for the com
ing winter. E. B. B.
PARIS AND HER EXPOSITION.
The IaiGrange Female College.—
Among the many excellent female colleges in
this State, we have no better reports from any
than those which come to us from the LaGrange
College, under the administration of Prof. J. It.
Mayson. The recent commencement exercises
have been most favorably commented npon by
all who attended, and reflected the highest
credit upon the president, teachers, and pupils
of the institution. The LaGrange Reporter de
votes nearly two whole pages to an account of
them.
A Little Fun.
Society item. Anna Dickinson is engaged.
Hold ! stop ! come back ! Don’t repeat the story
until you hear it all. Miss Dickinson is engag
ed on a new play.
When Myra Clark Gaines sees a man pick np
anything in the streets she shouts, ‘Halves!’
pounces on to him, and he is lucky if he gets
away enough of his treasure trove to remember
it by.
A Chicago girl, eight years old, had one of
her legs permanently shortened by falling
through a coal hole, and »jury gave her $7500
damages. It is pathetic now to see a string of
girls on hand there every morning waiting for
that coal hole to be opened.
A clerk in a Philadelphia bookstore, thinking
to annoy a Quaker customer who looked as
though he was fresh from the country, handed
him a voiume, saying, ‘Here is an excellent
essay on the rearing of calves.’ ‘Thee had bet
ter present that to tfiy mother, young man, was
the spontaneous reply of the Quaker.
Bay windows are safe harbors at night for
little smacks.
‘This parting gives me pain,’ sighed tlie man
who was combing his hair for the first time af-
3 weeks spree,
iket of champagne !’ exclaimed a coun-
3 ‘Why, I declare, now I always thought
r ,e was watery stuff, like; I never know-
iouid carry it in a basket,
key is your greatest enemy,’ stid a min-
Oeacon*Jones. ‘But,’ said Jones, ‘don’t
e say, Mr. Preacher, that v/e are to love
nies?’ ‘Oh, yes, Deacon Jones; but it
y we are to swallow them.
»a Sundav School teacher was telling
Jars the other Sunday about a bad boy
le a hundred dollars, when she was in-
d by one of her auditors with the
‘And how did he get such a bully
a young man in Patagonia wants a
rides out and lassoes one, and in the
rilized United States of America, when
man wants a wife, but does not come
she las-snes him for a breach of prom-
,u not like to go to church?’ said a lady
Partington. ‘Law me! I do, r «Phed
■tington. ‘Nothing does me such goed
t op early on Sunday morning, and go
h and hear a popular minister dispense
gospel.’
A Peep into Some of the Sections.
Twenty miles of walking is necessary to get a
‘bird’s-eye view’ in detail of the interior of the
Exposition.
(Jne of the interesting objects to ns, a model
of the New York Post Office, constructed on the
scale of one-thirty-second of an inch to the foot,
has been sent to the Exhibition. It was built
from the plans, and contains 240,000 pieces.
There is also a Pullman car, a splendid car
riage, in steel and copper, which is to be seen in
the United States Section, and is a very flue
model of what a railway train should be. It is
nothing less than &d elegant suite of rooms—on
wheels.
In the Machinery Gallery of the Swedish
Section is erected the seventy-seven grand gym
nastic apparatus from the Mecanico-Therapeutio
Institute of {Stockholm, one of the very best
establishments of its kind in the world.
The historical Portrait Gallery found at the
entrance to the Fine Arts Section, comprises a
series of more than seven hundred portraits of
the great men of past times, by the best French
artists of the seventeenth and eighteenth cen
turies. These portraits have been lent by French
collectors.
In the grand vestibnle of the Gamp de Mars
Palace, some pretty little constructions, about
forty or fifty in number, have been erected for
the accommodation of certain workmen, who
carry out the mysteries of the manufacture of
the celebrated articles de Paris under your very
eyes. I certainly think that this is one of the
most interesting sights of the Exhibition.
One of the attractions is a clock standing 21
feet in height, in the central pavilion of the
faede of the palace of the Trocadero. It has
tour faces, and is handsomely decorated with
bas-reliefs ia bronze, representing the attributes
of industry, commerce, art, and science. Elec
tric clocks have been distributed in the galleries,
and one of these is furnished with a delightful
chime that plays some pretty and appropriate
arias from Robert Planqueite’s Cloches de Corn
eille Chimes of Normandy.
Among the curiosities of the Italian Section
is a little volume exhibited by a Paduan printer.
It is the smallest imaginable copy of Dante’s Di
vine Comedy, a waiscoat-pocket edition, in fact.
The letters are microscopical, and look like
grains of sand sprinkled over the pages, but the
verses may be distinctly read with a good mag
nifying glass. This marvel of the typographer’s
art is beautifully bound in red velvet and is so
small that it may be worn as a charm on the
watch-chain.
A magnificent work, ‘The blind Milton dictat
ing his ‘ Paradise Lost” to his daughters,’ by
Munkaczy, is exhibited in the Hungarian Section
Milton is ensconced in an arm-chair surrounded
by his danghters, one of whom is employed in
household duties, another with the needle, and
the third—Deborah—leaning over the table
writing hurriedly the words that fall from the
poet’s lips. The expression of the face especial
ly is portrayed with wonderfnl effect
Hungary has also prepared a big surprise for
the Exhibition, in the shape of an immense tan.
A hundred and fifty persons may be comfort
ably aooommodated inside the tan, and visitors
will be admitted to the interior, whioh is taste
fully sculptured with panels representing vin
tage day and soenes in Hangary. Tho construc
tion ef this enormous pieoe is said to have oo st
10,000 florins; and such is the weight and size,
that three wagons were required to draw it in
parts to its place.
The Algerian Palace is the largest, and one of
the most attractive pavillions erected in the
Trocadero grounds. It is bnilt by M. Wable,
and is a very fine copy of the very best style
of Moorish architecture. The display to be
seen within the pavilion reflects alike the energy
of the Commissioners, the industry of the ex
hibitors, and the splendid resources of Algeria.
The garden whioh is situated in the middle of
the Palace, is laid out with a luxuriant variety
of African trees and plants, and the fountain
splashing in the center of the grounds, the
surrounding Arab kiosqnes, the buzz of the
bazaars, and the native merchants clothed in their
Btrange national garb, present a scene whioh
recalls the brightest description of the Arabian
Nights. h. c. d.
The Men.
M. Belgrand, a distinguished French engin
eer, died on the 8th of April, in the sixty-eighth
year of his age. To him is dne the remarkable
system of sewerage established in Paris.
Thomas Hughes, Q C., the anther ‘Tom
Brown’a School Days,’ is often to be found in
his shirt-sleeves; it is with difficulty fie can be
induced to keep his coat oi^ in the House of
Commons. He has an opeMg^onntenauce, be
speaking honesty, and writes a bold, clear
hand.
The annual dinner of the London Newspaper
Pre«s Fund, where Stanley made a fool of him
self and was deservedly hissed, appears to have
been a great triumph for the Prince Imperial,
who presided, having another distinguished ex
ile, Midhat Pasha, on his right. The speech of
the Prince is said to have been a model of neat
ness*. Jf committed to memory it could only
have been partly so, and the patness of his re
marks as well as his excellent English gave
pleasure to everybody.
There are few of any political Lath who will
not approve the appointment of General John
C. Fremont to the Territorial Governorship of
Arizona.
A sturdy vagabond, with full black beard of
unusual length, was recently brought before a
London magistrate, who questioned him about
his past life. 1 If one can believe all that is laid
to your charge,’ said the judge, solemnly, ‘your
conscience must be as black as 3-our beard. ’
•Ah,’ replied the wily rogue, ‘if a man’s consci
ence is to be measured by hi* h ’d, then your
lordship has no conscience oi. a.i: ’
Mr. Henry Watterson— lecturer and leading
light of the Courier-Journal—is in New York,
where he often hob-nobs with Mr. Tilden in his
house in Grammercy Square, which is supposed
to have been the focus of more wire-pulling
than was dreamt of in the philosophy of the op
posite camp. Sundry attempts have been made
to interview Watterson of late, but they always
fail.
They have begun to post circus bills on the
gravestones out in the wilds of the West.
Should the custom become general and reach
out its arms to embrace the civilized world, it
will find men, if death has not changed their
disposition, mean enough to get up and demand
a complimentary ticket for the privilege.
Mr. James Freeman, ex-speaker of the South
Carolina house of delegates, has been engaged
by Jarrett to appear in Uncle Tom’s Cabin. Mr.
F. is a natural burnt-oork artist; that is, nature
supplied the black.
Bishop McCoskey, after *^)ng.and honorable
iite, slipped up at seventy, and is prononneed
guilty by the verdict of the country and his
own voice. It is a lamentable evidence of the
weakness of human nature.
‘ Yerex,’ the author of the magnificent article,
‘Crown and Cabinet,’ in the Quarterly Review,
was offered $22,000 a year by two different pa
pers, and at last accepted an equal partnership
in the Examiner, which pays $80,000 a year.
The Women.
Victoria Woodhull has three libel suits going
on in England.
India shawls are now used as window curtains
and table covers.
Croquet parties will wear ribbons correspond
ing to their individual colors this season—the
ladies placing them on the shoulder, and the
gentlemen wearing them in the button-hole of
tkeir coats.
A young lady on Gilmer street, Balt., was so
much embarrassed yesterday by a proposal from
her lover, that in her agitation Bhe swallowed
one of her false teeth. Young men should not
propose when the false teeth are insecure.
The latest bouquet-holder simulates a lizzard
set with diamonds.
Mother-of-pearl spangles are a new glitter in
the milinery line.
If the North Pole is found, ten to one Mrs.
Gaines will claim it.
Three prominent Baltimore belles—Ele Gant,
6n Perb, and Mag Nificent.
The most beautiful hair on record is at the
Paris Exposition. It is silken and golden and
rich and seven feet long. It belonged to a poor
Norman girl, who sold it wholesale. She ought
to have kept a boarding house, and let it out by
retail—four hairs to the pound.
An elderly maiden lady, hearing for the first
time that matches are made in heaven, declared
that she didn’t care a straw how soon she left
this sinful world for a better laud above.
The trains of fall dress toilets measure three
yards from the waist to the ext Arne end of the
skirt in the back. y
The novelty in handkerchiefs is of pale blue
or rose-colored linen batiste, with white borders
scalloped to match.
‘Will you love me then as now?’ That de
pends on whether your father has left you that
hundred thousand dollars in the meanwhile.
Miss Thompson, who painted war scenes and
became suddenly famous, was the daughter of a
country clergyman, and Rhe married a Mr. But
ler nearly a year ago. She was painting a pic
ture, but it mu8tbo given up for awhile, because
Mr. Butler is running around among shops for
nursing bottles and dimity and such things.
A correspondent of the Forest and Stream, writ
ing from Cypress Creek, Tennessee, relates the
following: ‘Prominent in my memory stands a
lady who some years ago, while fishing in old
Cypiess, had the good fortune to hook a six-
pound salmon, and after a long struggle, to land
him on a low, pebbly bar. The salmon, getting
free from the hook began to flounder back to the
water. Aid was loudly summoned, but before
it coaid come the fish would get back into the
water. Now, fair readers, what would you have
done under the circumstances ? Leaving yon
to guess it or give it up at yonr pleas
ure, I will lell yon what my heroine did. She
simply sat down on him, and as she was a heal
thy specimen and weighed over twelve stone,
the salmon wisely concluded to reconsider the
matter and remained where he was.’
‘Now, Willie, do have a little courage. When
I have a powder to take I dont like it any mere
than yon do, bat I make np my mind that I will
take it, and 1 do.’ ‘And when I have a powder
to take,’ replied Willie, *1 make np my mind
that I wo’nt take it, and I don’t.’
GETTING UP WITH THE BABY.
HOW MB. JONES DID IT.
Mrs. Jones was not very well; baby had had a
course of measles, and nursing and anxiety had
almost worn the little mother out. As they went
to bed, Mr. Jonea, who was a fond husband, said,
“My dear, if there’s any getting up to night, I’m
to do it, mind. You just be still—I can do all
that’s needed juet as well as you can.”
“ Do you think so, dear?” queried the lady.
“Think! I know it. Women are so conceited,
they imagine nobody can do anything but them
selves.”
“ Very well—I’ll call you.”
The city clock had just struck oae. Mrs. Jones
woke with the noise, end heard baby breathing,
aa she thought, in a disturbed and heavy way, as
he lay in his little crib. She called aloud to her
spouse, who was vigorously snoring—
“ John, John!”
The snore went on more strenuously than be
fore. She reached over and gave his beard a sharp
jerk. The half-developed snore evolved in a snort,
and Mr. Jones sprang up like a night-capped
Jack-in-the-box, and rubbed his eyes in a bewil
dered fashion.
“What is it? What is the matter?”
“Baby’s sick, and we mu»t have a light. The
lamp and matohes are on the mantlepiece,” and
his loving spouse sank under the warm covering,
this time with a slight shiver at the cold.
Mr. Jones crawled slowly out of his warm berth,
knocking over a small stand by the bed side, which
held a pitcher of water, emptying the ice-cold
ooutents on his bare feet and night clothes. With
a shiver and groan he stepped on and over the
broken fragments, ran against a chair which held
his coat and pants, threw it over, knocking his
watch out of his coat pocket, where lie had care
lessly laid it, breaking the crystal. Next, a fear
ful clatter woke Mrs. Jones from delightful
dreams. He had thrown down the tongs and
shovel on tho baby's china bath-tub, chipping
out some generous pieces.
“My dear, what in the world are you doing?”
“Looking for that confounded lamp.”
“Come to bed, come to bed, and I will get it.”
“Easier said than done,” he growled, running
against a heavy book-case, nearly knocking him'
self senseless. “I don’t know where the bed is,
and my clothes are ice.”
“Here,” called a sweet voice from the darkest
corner of the room. After knocking over all the
toilet articles on the dressing table, and running
his hands—which he held out bofore him that
“he might see better”—through the lace curtains
of baby’s crib, making an irreparable rent—at
last he reached the bed. lie sat shivering on the
side of the bed, while Mrs. Jones slipped out of
her downy nest, slipped her little feet into a pair
of warm carpet slippers, and slipped straight
across the room to the offending lamp, which was
lit in a trice. She came back to the baby. He
was lying on his back, mouth open, snoring
musically. No eroup in that snore. She turned
him over on his side, kissed and covered him up,
then attended to papa’s frozen limbs by gettiug
him some dry clothes, and covering him up—minus
the kissing which perhaps accounted for his part
ing growl ere he resigned himself to Somnus arms
again.
“To-morrow night, I want the lamp put where
I cant get. it. A sensible woman ought to know
that the mantle-piece is no place for the lamp.”
“And have the lamp broken as you broke the
glass pitcher? No, my dear, henceforth I da the
lamp lighting.” Arnabblle Barker White.
A Candid Man.
If there is anytihng in the shape of a human
being that is despisable, it is your natural born
liar; the man who would rather tell a falshood,
even if he had to go a mile out of the way to do
so, than tell you the short, simple truth.
Then there is annother despisable creature,
and that is your professional beggar, who al
ways approaches you with a lie at the end of his
slippery tongue, Then there is the Pharisee,
who comes into our sanctum, and, under the
pretense that he desires a notice of the pro
ceedings of a certain church, manages to get his
name woven into the notice so often that 'J9 per
cent of the article is a puff for himself and the
balance for the church. Then there is that
cheeky being who everlastingly dabbles in
politics, much to the regret of a suffering com
munity, and as he is very seldom called upon
to make a speech, manages by some hook or
crook to get his political trash deadheaded
through the columns of his party’s organ. Give
us the candid, straightforward man, be he ever
so rough, ever so queer, just so he is candid,
and then you can depend on his word. Such
men are very rare and hard to meet, yet it was
ourluokto meet one yesterday as we were stroll
ing up East Friend street on our way home.
‘Mister,’ says he, ‘can I speak to you a mo
ment ?’ ‘To be sure’, we answered, ‘we are
publio property and all have a perfect right to
pump what they oan out of us,’ ‘well, mister,
1 m a poor man and I’ve been drinking a little
too much until I’ve got horridly drunk. It
has weakened me very much, I’m hardly able
to stand up and am getting sick fast. Now
mister, will you give me a dime so that I can
get something that will stimulate me, someth
ing fiery that will rouse up my drooping spir
its ? Mister I’m a candid mau, if I’d say to you
that 1 was hungry and wanted a dime to buy a
loaf of bread with for myself and a large family,
you, no doudt, would not hesitate; but I want
to tell you the truth. I do not want bread. I
want something to stimulate me and warm me
up, or I will go down, and perhaps ’ere mid
hour approaches, the police will drag me out
of the gutter and throw me into the calabooie
among the miserable and unfortunates. Now,
Mister, will you give me a dime ?’ Certainly,
we answered, ‘but as we haven't got a dime to
our name, just you stand here while wt go
around the corner and borrow a dime from a
friend for you.’ We left him staading there,
bat when we returned with the dime, an hour
later, our candid man was nowhere to be found.
Above all things, we admire the candid man
the most.
Threatened Outbreak of Vesuvius.
Mount Vesuvius is giving signs of an ap
proaching season of great volcanic activity. A
bulletin issued by Prof. Palmieri states that tho
new mouth, which opened at the bottom of the
crater in 1872, and which has beeu more or less
active since December IS, 1875, began ou May
2 l last to give indications of being still more
active. The fire cannot be seen from Naples,
as it is at the bottom of the crater, aud only its
reflection is visible on the smoke which rises
from it. This reflection is of course greater
when the bellows of Vulcan blow up a stronger
flame. The smoke, which abounds in acids,
mingled with rain-water, is extremely inju
rious to vegetation, particularly in the direc
tion of Ottaiano, where the vintage has been
destroyed for nearly two years. So long as the
eruption continues to be central, a long time
mast elapse before the lava will roll down the
sides of the cone, as the cavity of the crater is
far from being full. Bat, should the cone be
opened laterally by some extraordinary eruptive
force, then the lava will pour out in a deluge.
The South contributes more to the Union than
the West, and she wants something in return.
The Potter Investigating Committee.
What a Looker on Think* of Them.
The place of interest in Washington now, is the
Potter Investigating Committee. That little
room gives great food for thought and instrno
tion to one who wishes to stndy the ways and
means of American politics. As each witness is
slowly bat surely broiled on the gridiron of
cross-examination, the knife put in carefully
and turned around nntil the very marrow of
one’s motives is extracted, we oannot help ao-
knowleging that we are a great people.
I am not naturally a coward, and not afraid of
many people; bat I say it honestly, and I say it
pionsly, that if I was to fall into Ben's clutches,
I should hnnt np a ravine to die in, and be on
hand for the funeral. I think it was Sidney
Smith who said he wished he conld take off his
flesh and sit in his bones. If he lived now, and
was put under a cross-examination by my friend
Ben, his wish wonld have been granted, and it
is an open question as to whether he oould not
have chuoked the marrow after his flesh. The
future governor of Massachusetts is sly and
denpr end I can plainly see how he has earned
his title as the greatest criminal lawyer in the
country. I was never so sorry for any one as I
was for Dr. Darrall, who was on the witness
stand on Wednesday. The committee had got
ten through with him, when General Butler said,
‘I would like to ask a few questions.’ For over
one hour he crucified that unhappy man bring-
i»g his motives out to plain, uncompromising
sunlight.
I knew Dr. Darrall when he first came here as
a representive from Louisiana, bringing, his
bride with him. He was a carpet-bagger, to be
sure, but an honest, sincere one. He had set
tled in Louisiana after the war, through which
he served with credit, got a home there which it
was his ambition to pay for. He was not a rich
man, and he lived here through two sessions of
Congress in a quiet, economical way saving
everything to pay on the place; but it seems
that he has gotten mixed up with ‘scoffers and
and sinners,’ and has been attacked with the
mania for office, and thereby come to grief, for
which I am heartily sorry, for he is himself an
honest, honorable-minded man.
Anderson so far has proved himself the best
witness; when he said anything he stuck to it,
and no amount of suasion, moral or otherwise,
could coax him out of his path. He said to me,
‘ if the witnesses would only tell the truth some
damnable facts would come out; but they
won’t and you can’t get at it.’ Anderson may
be all the newsspapers who don’t like the inves
tigation paint him, but it is certain he has fired
some heavy shots into the truly royal ranks, and
so tar they have only occupied their time in
trying to pick out the shot, and not fired back.
He says seven years ago he never drank, smoked
or went to a dance; and it only shows what a
pit of destruction Louisiana is. Oue might as
well get a ‘consulate an a warm place’ and go to
the lower regions at once as to launch their boat
in Lonisana politics.
Up to the present writing Pitkin and Mrs.
Jenks have not been examined. She is rather a
nice-looking woman, who, if I saw her with her
hat off .might say she was a fine looking one,
but that article of feminine wear she had on
was such a diabolical looking thing that her
good looks were utterly lost. I don’t see why it
was that my Democratic friends, after sending
for her here, allowed her to be interviewed and
manipulated by Sherman’s sharp-sighted lawyer.
She has been here some days and had several
interviews, and we will find, wnen examined,
unless McMahon and Butler get well on her
track, that she won’t remember anything; she
will fail back on ‘I don’t recolect.’ One thing
that astounds one is the lack of memory all these
people have; yet they all look like the average
intellectual being, and have no outward appear
ance of softening of the brain. Yet here is
Brewster, one of the electors, swears that he
signed one lot of certificates and then he was
told something was wrong, and he signed
another lot, without asking why or what was the
matter with the first lot. Now this indifferent
and gentle passiveness, if I was asked, I should
call downright idiocy. Yet Brewster, though he
has a head of hair that looks as if he had
been struck by Jersey lightning, does not re
semble an idiot. The Kepublican part of the
committee do not look so jubilant as they did.
Cox, who is an honorable man with a good po
litical record, looks as if he was disgusted with
everything. It is worth something to see the
glare in Potter’s eyes when he makes a point,
and the sardonic smile that creeps over his face,
which he tries t j vti! under his habitually court
ly manner.
Tejt Broeck vs Mollie McC'arttty for 810,000.—
This mutch between Mol lie McCarthy, the Queen
of the Pacific Slope, and Ten Broeck, the King of tlie
Western Turf, for SLO.oilO, four mile heats, to be run
atLouisville, Ivy., on Thursday, July 1th, 1S7S, will
be the great turf event of the year, and will vie in
interest with tlie mighty struggles between Eclipse
anil Henry; Wagner and Grey Eagle; and Peytona
and Fashion, of many years ago. No one can fail
to admire the pluck of Mr. Theo. Winters, of Cali
fornia, the owner of Mollie McCarthy in boldly
throwing down the gauntlet to the renowned Ten
Broeck, and meeting him to do battle upon his own
ground. Thematch will attract thousands to Louis
ville, many from the golden gates of California,
from the North, East, South and West, will assem
ble to seethe Queen of the Pacific Slope, fight her
battle for turf supremacy with the Kingofthe West.
We are informed by C. P. Atmore, Esq., Gen’l
Ticket Agent ofthe Louisville and Gt. Southern R.
R., that round trip tickets will he placed on sale from
principlestations on the lineatone fare round trip,
so that all who feel inclined will have an opportuni
ty to witness the contest at comparatively small
cost. Tickets will be sold July 1st, good to return
July 5tli. If not used according to contract will bo
void.
Minnie Hauek, the little New Orleans prima don
na. has added another to the long list of American
successes in London. Tlie critics of that city have
pronounced her good, without qualification. This
will recall her rather romantic story. In the third
year of the war, tonsule Banks, a rich man with
musical taste, strolled into the usavory region of
Burgundy street. In that uninviting portion of
Frenehtown, he was surprised by the purity and
flexibility of a voice, singing a not over clean baby
to sleep. The voice came from Minnie Hauek, then
thirteen years old, rather ragged and the daughter
of an humble German Carpenter. The musical Me-
caenas then and tnere offered to adopt and educate
the child: his offer was accepted,and her profession
al education at once began. Her debut at the Bour
bon-street. Opera House was successful; she was sent
to Italy; and echoes of her triumph have come across
the water since, from a dozen foreign capitals.
Confederate Memorial Day.—In Washing
ton on the 13 iast., the Southerners, according
to their yearly custom, decorated the graves of
the Confederate dead at Arlington. The cere
monies, under the direct, ion of Dr. A. Y. P. Gar
nett,, president of the M imoriai Association of
Washington, were conducted with the impres
sive solemnity proper to the occasion. The
prayer, by Rev. Dr. Harrison, breathed the Chris
tian spirit of brotherly love and forgiveness,
whioh, on that occasion, was especially a prom
inent sentiment in the hearts of all gathered in
the cemetery where the dead heroes of the blue
and gray sleep side by side. This was the larg
est crowd yet seen at Arlington on Confederate
memorial day. The Alexandrians generally
wore the badge oi the 17th Virginia regiment or
of Kemper’s Battery, the two corps from this
oity who served in tho civil war.
‘Why, doctor,’ said a sick lady, ‘yon give ma
the same medicine yon are giving my husband !
How's that?’ ‘All right,’ replied the dootor,
‘what’s sanoe for the goose is sauce for the gan
der.’