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JOHN R. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor W. B. SEALS, - Proprietor and Cor. Editor. HRS. MARY E. BRYAN (•) Associate Editor. ATLANTA, GEORGIA, JULY 6, 1878. Princess of Thurm and Taxis, a third the Coun tess of Trani, and the fourth the Duchess of d’Alenoon—of a sudden he saw detach itself on the skirts of a neighboring wood that the setting sun was streaking in red and yellow like the stained glass in the windows of a church, the admirable form of a young girl all in white, followed by an enormous dog. The sun set her dress a-sparkling in a thousand points of light, and she came forward in the halo of an appari tion, her magnificent hair streaming over her shoulders,' It was the Princess Elizabeth: at sight of her, the heart of the Emperor felt itself fixed. Some days afterwards, at a ball at Ischl, he passed almost all the evening in dancing with the lady he called ‘the fairy of the forest; and so he marked his preference publicly.’ Mr. GEO. W. NORMAN will please commmunicate with this office without delay. Accurate Knowledge.—A very great defect in our system of education is that it aims fa r more at teaching much than at teaching well. Youths are encouraged to be satisfied with a smattering. They are carried over a vast field and impressed with the idea that they have learned a great deal, when really they know nothing as they should. The knowledge *hich they have is so much a mere glimmering as to be of little worth when accuracy is demanded. How very few persons could stand a close, not to say rigid examination, upon the most com mon branches taught in our schools Not many could write a page without misspelling a word, or making some blunder in punctuation. Not one in a hundred of those who ‘have been through’ Cornell’s Series of Geographies could read a chapter of Travels or History intelligent ly. In Arithmetic the teaching is a little better; yet there are many who could not tell you the price of an article at a given per cent on the cost price. Our merchants however render this knowledge unnecessary by simply charging two dollars for what has cost them one. When we come to what is studied in the High Schools, the lack of accuracy is still more marked. Of the hundreds who study the classics, not a doz en could safely venture on a classical allusion, or understand one when made by others. We of course do not expect a technical education to be afforded by oqr common schools. We do not expect young men to pass from college into pro fessional callings without some special training. But what we do expect is that they should be so drilled as to know well what they know at all. Pope says, ‘a little learning is a danger ous thing,’and he was right from the standpoint whenee he was looking. It is dangerous, ex-) ceedingly so, if we grow\_presumptuous from over estimating the amount and the value of what we know. But a little, well known, is of -more practical worth than a smattering of a great deal. -‘Beware,’ says an old adage, ‘of the man of one book,’ and the reason why such an antagonist is to be feared is that he who has i —i— ia ant. t.n lrnnw that, one Francis *I»sc|ili.-IIis Busy Lite, His Uoinantic Marriage.—M. Tissot’s new book about Germany, Vienna and the Vien nese is as vivid and interesting as one of Hugo’s novels, and is interspersed with graphic de scriptions and picturesque legends. The cen tral figure of Viennese society—the Emperor Francis Joseph—makes a striking picture as he paints him, standing amidst the crumbled ruins of his own convictions, thwarted by destiny, fettered by his ministers, whom he endures with stoical resignation, surrounded by decep tions, yet preserving an unimpaired gentleness, Says the eloquent M. Tissot: ‘Francis Joseph has been elevated not lowered by his misfor tunes. On all the thrones that surround his, I see bo grander or more sympathetic figure than that of this king in the torn mantle, whose ex istence has been one political Calvary. Perhaps there has never been a sovereign that like him has carried the very flower of his youth on to the steps of a tottering throne, who has shown like him on all occasions so grand a po wer of self-abnegation, so strong a sentiment of duty, and who has so invariably sacrificed his person and his interests to those of his people.' M. Tissot thus presents the picture of the Emperor’s busy and austere life—a life,'strange enough for an Emperor in the midst of gay and pleasure loving Vienna: ‘ He loves literature, music, and arts. His private library is that of a man of study and a man of taste. In this Vienna, so hcngry after pleasure, he leads the existence of a conscien tious functionary. He seldom goes to the the atre, much as he adores the opera; he only shows himself when he is compelled to do so; at fetes and brilliant assemblies. At the hour when the Viennese life is beginning, he retires to rest; and at five o clock, in winter as in sum mer, this active, laborious, vigilant prince is invariably up and about. After his prayer, the Emperor breakfasts on a cup of cafe au-lait, placed on his desk; and while reading his de spatches and reports, he smokes one of those long ‘Virginias,’ which are the favorite cigars of the Viennese. At eleven they bring him a ba sin of soup or a glass of beer, and he continnes at his work till the dinner-hour, when he usu ally dines with his family.’ His only recreation is a few days.hunting in his magnificent, game-filled grounds of Ischl. He is passionately fond of rural scenes and sports and- is said to have fallen in love with his wife, because, though a princess, she had been reared more like a farmer’s lass, or a reclnse’s daughter than like a scion of royalty, and she had the freshness and freedom of one who had grown up among the wild loneliness of nature Read Before You SigiL-Persons are often criminally reckless about signing papers without having carefully informed themselves in regard to the contents. Especially is this true when the appeal is made to their good na ture, and the question is one not likely to affect their own personal interests. For instance, peo ple frequently sign certificates to the characters of individuals of whom they know almost noth ing. They endorse applications for offices with out carefully considering the fitness of the ap plicant for the place. But perhaps more mis chievously reckless than either of these is the facility with which they sign petitions for the pardon of criminals, when they have never weighed the testimony and are perhaps not aware of a single circumstance that would pal liate the guilt. One can hardly be so bad, or so flagrantly guilty that nobody will sympathize with him, or wish him to escape the penally ot his misdeeds. Pitying frieD<ls move petitions, and the inconsiderate sign them, and the mag.- istrates who are sworn to sustain the law are be set by appeals to their clemency, in a- compli ance with which they are assured that they will please many. Much of this would be avoided if every person would make it a matter of con science never to sign any instrument without being fully informed in regard to its contents clouds that turn to richest gold when the sun parts their shining drapery, and “Aslant the dew bright earth and colored air In boundless majesty looks forth—’’ all these, with the roar of the engine, the volume of smoke that streams in its wake, and the ex- hilirating joy cansed by the rapid motion, com bine to produce that elevated state in which the senses seem freed from bodily incumbrance, and quickened into fuller and keener percep tion by some subtle, spiritnal influence. Bat how differ ntly the same objects affect different minds! Mrs. Jones, who has been asleep with her mpath open and her bonnet awry, lifts her h^id from the shoulder of the meek individual/ she calls husband, exclaims that it is 'moSt day, thank Goodness !” asks if her collar is pinned “straight,” and wishes she had a cup of hot coffee, while the fat man, just before her, grnmblingly declares himself hungry enough to eat his grand mother, and wondars when in the nation they are going to stop f»r breakfast. Meantime, the school miss, who is brimfull of sentiment, smothem a yawn behind her Soa side Elition of Jane Eyre, and, turning to her attendant beau, asks if does not aioiire the pretty “streaks” in the clouds, and hiving received as an answer, that they are not hall as charming as the color in her cheeks, simpers and takes out her pocket mirror and toilet box to powder her face on the sly. Some people, like gnomes, are blind to the grandeur of nature or the true beauty of art. Standing wbere^^l^gara’s torrent thrills,” they would listen for tly* dinner gon», or, if femi nine, would be concerned for fear the spray would take the curl out of their frizzes. * The Rest of Governments. -It is a piece of presumptuous dogmatism to say that anv government is the best that the world ever saw. Whether a government is good or bad de pends entirely on the character of its subjects. A government might be theoretically perfect, and yet be wholly unsuited to those whom it is designed lo benefit. Our government, which claims no strength save the law-abiding princi ples of its citizens, would certainly not be able to preserve life and property among the savages j of Timbuctoo or of the Feegee Islands. On the ether hand, the autocracy of Russia under which that people have developed into civilization anfi greatness would hardly have achieved such a destiny for our country as our institutions have done. Nor are we to conclude that because a government is once good, it must always be so. As the manners and de? ree of civilization ,00 »o nee- change, changes in the orgi^/jia^ -M-f—*, -a~ at other ti/L’/S; when opposed by a bigoted adnerence to estab lished customs, it requires the convulsive throes of a revolution. Any form of government is good if it enjoys the love and cheerful obedi ence of its subjects, and none can be good against which they rebel. Perhaps onr idea can have a realization only in Utopia; but it is onr opinion that if the people could, without in fluence of force or prtjudice select their form of government, they would always have the one best suited to them, and which would therefore be the best of governments. ‘Till all the beauty of the place Was in her heart and in her face.’ M. Tissot has nothing prettier in his pictur esque book than his sketch of the romantic meeting of this yonng prince and princess: ‘He married a princess who was almost a shepherdess. She lived in the mountains with her sisters and an old bonhomme of a father, a kind of country gentleman, who dressed him self in coarse cloth, and .his daughters in wool. She had not been brought up for the throne, and it was one of her sisters that they destined for the youthful Emperor. Francis-Joseph ar rived one evening in hunting-dress at his future father’s-in-law, on the banks of the Lake of Traun. As he was chatting before the house the four young girls—who are since be- one the Queen of Naples, another the Hard Run for Sensations.—The Press is hard run for sensations. The Public—fed so long on highly-spiced condiments that its pal ate rejects plain food—calls out like Oliver Twist for * more. ’ A hard effort was made in Washington to have Congress expire in the stench of a pretty strong sensation, but there are fears that it will prove a failure. In sheer desperation, poor Wilkes Booth has b9en un earthed, and some fresh sensations hung about his defenceless ghost; one among them being, .that in shooting Lincoln, it was not the Brutus, but the Othello role he enacted, that he and Robert Lincoln, son of Abraham, were rival lovers of Miss’ Bessie Hale—daughter of Senator Hale, and that in a passion of jealousy Booth concieved and executed the original idea of kil ling his rival’s father. Your average sensation- monger has not imagination enoug h to conceive any other agents of tragedy than the threadbare ones of jealousy and revenge. It is a little dam aging to the Booth seqsation that Mr. Robert Lincoln comes out in.the Chicago Inter-Ocean, declaring he never knew Miss Hate, and never was Booth’s rival in any matters of the heart, and we’ll all bear him witness he never was in matters of the head. * Hay Break From a Car Window. Nearly all of us, in this day of steam, have wit nessed the phenomenon. We have seen the sleepy-looking lamps of the train glimmer and wink like the eyes of a ball-room belle after a night’s dissipation, and seem ashamed to be caught by the fresh, rose-tinted light that comes peeping through the blinds; we have thrown back the hair from onr faoe, and, turning away from the sleepers aronnd us—half buried in brown veils and slouched traveling caps—have opened the window and watched “The picture God hangs daily in the East—” the glorious picture which no earthly painter may copy. The panoramic scene of dawn and sun-rising is at all times grandly beautiful; but when this triumph of nature is viewed from the whirling, rushing steam-car—that triumph of art, the sublimity and impressiveness of th e scene seem doubly enhanced. To be borne along with the speed of the condor’s wing, yet with no effort of onr own—now through gorges dark with the huddling shadows of night, now emerging into the light among the quivering shade of pines, and the rain of the early breeze- scattered dew; to watch the changing scenery of the sky, the gradual paling of the stars, the “first, faint gleaming in the dappj^ East," the wreathing and varying of the^ iy colored • . v*— “ Merry Jlaretzek**- A Chicago corres pondent of the Home and Farm gives a very pleas ant description of Madame Maretzek and ner playing on the harp at a recent concert, of which Marie Roze was the star. Writes the lady: •My chief enjoyment of the evening was un expected; for, when I read the announcement on the programme that Madame Maretzek would play on the harp, I was glad, simply besanse I love the harp and seldom heard it. What was my amazement to see walking up the platform-stairs a lady at least sixty years old- short, very short—fat, very fat! Could she man age the harp—that instrument of poetic associa tion, whereat y?e always seat in,our imagination, a tall, willowy figure, with dreamy eyes and long, tapering fingers? Up she tripped, the funny old lady. We knew she was funny before she was fairly on the plat form . “Her eyes—how they twinkled! Her dimples—liow merry!” I laughed. rry one was laughing, and yet, not a word ha i been said. It was the contagion of good nature—of a heart overflowing with happiness, walking in its own sunshine, and lightning with its rays, every face in that great r<4)in. , The little ladk-’s Asst coming wtfs for the pur pose of playing an obligato for Madame Ilozes song, which was also to have a piano acconlpa- nimeut. . The pianist crossed the stage and seated him self at his instrument. Madamo Roze swept to his side, her stately_ beauty heightened - by her drjss jef.:’s ’here smiling figure; toi daughter rippled down her sleeves and rustled in the folds of her black silk dress. The gray hair was brushed smooth ly back, but I am sure that hairpins were multi plied to keep hidden dancing curls. The rib bon that tiled down the hair was revenged on the pins, for it twinkled in spite of its blackness. Madame Maretzek sat down at her harp. There was a pause. The pi mist waited—Madame Roze waited —we all waited. What could be the mat ter ? The dear little woman’s smile was answer ed all over the audience, and still there was sus pense. W hat, sou Id the matter be ? Ah, all was right new! Madame Maretzek has found her spectacles! Snch a shout oilaughter as went over the house! And then the exquisite music began, and we could only listen. Madame Maretzek, whose place was assured in the hearts of her listeners, afterward played a harp solo; and then we knew that no ordinary musician was before ns. We were listening to snch playing as we might never hear a^tin. The little hands swept over strings that vibrated to the heart-beat. And a stranger left a memory that will never die. * Peaches and Southern Enter prise.—Among those who stand out promin ently in the Sonth as men of energy and indom itable will, none are more worthy of special mention than S. T. Jenkins, Esq. Though he makes Atlanta his home, where he prosecutes with untiring energy several usefnl and import ant business schemes, he finds the time to man age most successfully a large Fruit Farm in South Western Georgia, and is supplying the whole country from this nursery with fruit trees and grape vines of any and every variety. He is the first in Atlanta we believe every year with delicious peaches frqm this farm and deals them by the wholesale to the fruit sellers in and aronnd the city. He gives the matter his per sonal attention and so great was the demand this season for his earliest peaches that they readily commanded $10.00 per bushel. He is the originator and proprietor of that sterling and popular Agricultural and Horticultural journal. The Southern Enterprise through which he is disseminating broadcast over the Sonth wholesome and practical information upon these the most important of all branches of industry, and his earnest efforts in these fields will be productive of the richest benefits to the whole country. In this important work he is assisted by Col. J. S. Newman, an able and accomplished gentleman who is connected with the Agricul tural Bureau of the State, and is possessed of an exhaustless fund of practical information upon all these subjects. We say good for Jen kins and Newman. They are on the rigUt line and their lebors will tell most effectually upon the general prosperity of the South. Tlie Atlanta Female Institute. —This seminary is one of the bright features in the educational department of the Gate City. Mrs. J. D. Ballard, the principal, has > i roven herself worthy of all commendation. She has prosecuted her favorite calling for over ten years, consecrating all her best energies to the work. Being eminently fitted by nature and culture for the beautiful art of teaching, no wonder that her devotion has won for her the laurel wreath oi excelsior. She deserves* the great success she has achieved, and well may she be proud of it. True merit,' after all, be stows lasting honors. These she has won, no bly won, and no one wears them more graceful ly- This is not spoken as fulsome praise, but ex pressed as a deserved tribute to a fair lady in our midst whose good works in this communi ty as teacher are approved and highly appre ciated by onr very .best citizens. The object of this communication is to call attention of parents at a distance to this fine in stitution, located on the corner of Church and Forsyth streets, near the First Methodist •Church. Mrs. Ballard designs making it a first class boarding school, find non-residents can rely upon the very best care and culture of their children in this splendid institution. The as sistant teachers are Miss Katie Hillyer, Madame live this beautiful institution,^the^ prut's" ofTts exctllent founder, and an ornament of our so cial fabric. Meritorious. Historical Record of Macon Ga. Mr. -J. C. Butler, of Macon, will soon bring out a handsome volume of 300 pages, giving a com plete and deeply interesting record of the early history of that city, ‘going back to the clays of the Indians.’ He has bestowed immense labor on the work, and being peculiarly fitted for it, we feel sure the volume will give universal sat isfaction. It will not only be interesting to the people of Macon and Bibb county but to every citizen of Georgia. The price will be $2,50 per copy. The American a& a Politician.— Mr. Dale, sketching for the Nineteenth Century the impressions he received of America during a recent visit to that “land of the free,” says tue nonchalence of the average American con cerning the government of his country is a most remarkable national feature. He says: The great material prosperity of the Ameri can people has contributed to make them indif- lerent to their political and municipal respon sibilities. Sometimes I was told in a tone of complaint thac^ogues went into municipal of fice with no ofher’object than to make money. “Why don’t you keep them out?” I asked; ‘there are more honest men in the country than rogues.” . “We can’t afford it," was the reply; ‘we are making money, and on the whole it is cheaper to be swindled than to give our time to public work to prevent ourselves from being swin dled.” I ventured to answer: “The rogues according to this account, do public work in order to make money, and the honest men neglect pnblic work in order to save money. Judged by the laws of public morality, there is not much to choose between them.” On one point of pnblic duty most Americans seem to have a conscience—they go to the poll. To vote seems to be recognized as a duty, ln- deed, in the old colonial times, every voter in Virginia was compelled to vote, under a penal ty ot a hundred pounds of tobacco. But there are considerable classes—or rather there ire considerable numbers of men in all olassej— who have not yet learned that it is the duty of the citizen of a free country to give time and labor and money to promote the diffusion of the politicel principles in which he believes, and the triumph of the politician whose integ rity and ability command his confidence. There are many Americans, as there are many En glishmen, who have not yet learned that in claiming the right to govern themselves they have accepted the responsibility of doing their part toward maintaining a jnst and wise and vigorous governmen. In politics, as in every other region of morals, rights and duties are inseparable. Free institntions are worthless nnless they are sustained by the zeal of an in telligent and virtuous people. * “Whispering Winds”—This is the title of a most readable little volume by George K. Gamp Esq., which will be ready for the reader this week at the small priee of 50cts. per copy. Don’t fail to read it. Every article in it is rich and raoy. The Globe Dramatic Company.— This popular company which has won tlie high est encomiums from the press and public of the South, have been engaged to give an afternoon and evening entertainment at De Give’s Opera HonJb on the 4th of July. They will present the beautiful Society Play by Campbell, entitled ‘Rose Cottage or The True Wife.’ Tickets will' be only 75 and 50cts. The Public Schools of Atlanta.— The paat week has witnessed the closing exer cises of our pnblic schools for the scholastic year of 1877 and 1878, and we have the most fa vorable accounts from all of them. The super intendent and teachers have been faithful and antiring and their labors have been crowned with abundant success. Editorial Correspondence. Texas-A run through the state-The Routes-Texarkaua-Clarksville- Paris. Thanks to steam, Texas is no longer ‘A far off Country.’ A journey of weeks has been nar rowed down to as many hours. Taking the cars in Atlanta at two o’clock in the evening on Mon day, the traveler will eat his breakfast in Tex arkana Wednesday morning, having made the run in a little more than two nights and a day, or about 44 hours. At Chattanooga two routes are offered, one by way of ColumOus Ky. and thence by Iron Mountain Road to Little Rock and on to Texarkana. The other by Memphis and Charleston and Memphis and Little Rock Roads to Little Rock, and thence by Iron Moan- tain Road to Taxarkana. Having recently tried both, I can confidently assert that they are good routes, under able management with scarcely ever an accident. They make the distance in the same time, and friends separating in Chat tanooga, are reunited in Little Rock. TEXARKANA;. is a new town situated as is supposed, at the junction of the three States, Texas, Ark., and La., but it is a mistake, as the Louisiana line does not approach nearer than two miles of the town. This is owing to a change in the loca tion by the Railroads, after the name was made which, as maybe readily perceived, is a mixture of the names of the three states. The population I should judge to be about twelve hundred though a larger number is claimed by the inhabitants. The country about it is pool, grown up in long leaf pine, which is being rapidly sawed up by numerous large mills, and transported to the middle and western portions, of the state. The place has no significance whatever, and no lntnre unless it should become a Railroad center which is more than probable. At present, only two lines of road terminate here viz. The Iron Mountain, running from St. Louis to Texarkana, and The Texas and Pacific or Trans Contiental, as it is sometimes called. This ®oad has two branches, one running ninety odd miles to Sherman, and the other by way of Marshall to Dallas and on to Fort Worth. These Roads are under the supervision of Col. Geo. Noble, with head quarters at Marshall. They are “P 1 ®”" did order, handsomely equipped and make fast time. As the Railroads of the state lie in a comparitive eitple, it is usual for the traveler entering at Texarkana to take one branch c* the Trans Continental, and pass aronnd the circle, leaving the state by the other branch at the point of entrance. Following this idea your correspondent left Texarkana on t e 15th inst by the northern branch, for Sherman, stopping at the various towns on the route. This branch, runs due west, through the counties bordering on tha Indian Territory. For 15 or 20 miles nothing is seen on either side of the road but virgin forest of oak, hickory, and pine, with scarcely a stick amiss. When nearing Clarksville, the county seat of Red River County, the grand prairie for the first time bursts upon the view. I have heard much of the Texas praires and read many glow ing Recounts of them, .but nothing I_ have over heard or read are worthy of the subject. They are simply indescribable. Their beauty is cumu lative, growing upon the beholder the longer he looks. Their grandeur is overpowering, ris ing into the sublime, while a feeling pf awe pervades the soul similar to what one feels viewing the ocean for the first time. To form even a faint idea of the reality you most imagine a level expanse which seems boundless, but which, though level, seems to rise higher and higher until it reaches the sky. There is no timber upon it, not even so much as a ndmg switch, but a luxurious growth of grass about knee high, interspersed with flowers of every conceivable trom and color. These load the atmosphere with their fragrance, sweeter and more delicate than any that can be bought from the Crucible of the Alchemist. They are in fact nature’s great distillery which man in his best efforts can only feebly imitate. Over this vast land-ocean innumerable heads of cattle and horses are feeding, which .extend in every direction form within a stone’s throw until they seem as specks between the beholder and the horizon. A village can be distinctly seen twen ty miles away, while the traveler can relieve his impatience by watching his train approaching a full hpur before it reaches him. Prairie chickens, plover, quails, larks aud birds of paradise abound and rise up at the noise of the approaching train. The prairies are inconceivably rich and pro ductive, bringing from 30 to 50 bushels of wheat. 60 to one hundred bushels of corn and a bale of cotton to the acre. They embrace the entire middle portion of the state, full three hundred miles in length by as many in breadth. CLARKSVILLE. is the first town after leaving Texarkana, a dis tance of twenty-four miles. It numbers about one thousand inhabitants, is built entirely of wood, and enjoys a good trade. The people are ^cultivated, fond of reading, and remarkable for their hospitality to strangers. They have a good hotel that is well kept, a moderately good court bouse, and an excellent flouring mill. It is the capital of one of the best farming counties in the state, and if spring or summer could last always, would be a nice town to live in. The mud is its curse. PARIS. This is one of the nicest towns in the State, and reminds one of Bowlipg Green, Ky., which we think remarkable for its beauty. it nas sprung iikb a pnoenix out of its aairee of last fall, and has come forth as bright and clean as a new pin. Indeed, the fire was a God send, and is so regarded by all save those who were ruined by it. The buildings are of brick with granite trimmings, iron fronts and plate glass windows. The most of them would do credit to any city. With admirable good taste the court house, a magnificient building, has been erected on a side street away from the bus tle of business, leaving the main piazza cr square for a piiblic park. The view from one of its tall domes is one of the finest I have ever enjoyed. To the north, the heavy timbers extrend from the city limits to the Red River, which is 11 miles. off. On the other three sides the o.pen prairie lies before you, dotted with innumerable small farms and white, cozy-looking farm hous es , while two small villages are in plain view at a distance of 20 miles. Herds of cattle and horses fill up the intervals. From this height one fully realizes the meaning of that passage of Scripture, which says: ‘And the cattle upon a thousand nills are His.’ The city is situated in the edge of the timber ed land upon a light soil with a substratum of tough clay. You can walk the streets with dry feet aud polished boots in an hour after the hardest raiD. The dividing line between the gray and black lands, is midway between the business portion of the city and the depot, which is a mile off. A street railroad runs through the city to the depot, however, so that the distance causes no very material inconvenience. It is of the same gauge with the Texas’ Pacific R, R. and freight cars are drawn up into the city and unloaded without breaking bulk. Pipes are now being put down, and soon the whole town will be lit up with gas. I doubt if a more refin ed and elegant people can be found any where, even in the old states. This is attested by their elegant churches, palatial residences, beautiful flower gardens, flourishing female college, their grand hotel, neat, sprightly and prosperous- newspaper. tVheat is one of the main staples m this county and produces a wonderful yield. Fruits of every kind grow to great perfection, and water melons are raised which weigh over 90 lbs. The county takes its name from Mirabeau B. Lamar, a native Georgian of honored memory who moved to the state many years ago. The population of the city is about six thousand. More anon. ^y < g g A Scene From Life. A young man entered the bar-room of a vil lage tavern and called for a drink. ‘No,’ said nnL land i°? d; ‘ yoa have had Mirium tremeha once, and I cannot s«ll you any more.’ Ha stepped aside to make room for a couple of had -> ust entere<J . and the land- lord waited upon them very politely. The when tv, ad fi t0 °? *>y siiently and sullen, and when they finished he walked up to the land lord and thqs addressed him: Six years ago, at their age, I stood where those young men are now—I was a man of fair prospects. Now, at the age of 28, I am a wreck body and mind. You led me to drink! In this "XJ for “ ed the habit that has been my ruin! wort wil? hi f 6 “ fe ? passes more, and your „„ „ h 0 done. I shall soon be out of the hope for me. But they can be Md let 6811 , u to them. Sell it to me but o ^r d ’ and ‘ he world wil1 he rid of me: The iL?. 7 n , a 8ake 8611 no more to them’’ Setrin^f l0rd i 18te “ ed * P“le and trembling, betting down the decanter, he exclimed ‘Gtvi I will eve, selt to anyone 1 And he kept his word. fe ®t that George Washington’s wife never “te£tn& e he had , beeD whe “ became home in«r ?° es a lon * wa y® towards account- mg for his extreme truthfulness. r—t*-