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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.’