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TOE SPWir SOUTHS—
JOHN n. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor
W. 8. SEALS, - Proprietor and Cor. Editor.
MRS. MARY E. BRYAN (•) Associate Editor.
ATLANTA, GEORGIA, JULY 27, 1878.
Progress Hirrorcd in Poetry.—It
is id poetry that the prevailing sentiments and
feelings of a nation are embalmed. Philosophy
lies with troth, ‘at the bottom of a well,’ and
mirrors the stars above; poetry is the stream
that meanders through valley and plain, beside
cottage and castle, and through the heart of busy
cities, reflecting all the shifting scenes on its
panoramic surface. The poetry of the past gen
eration .was rich with genius; but it was deeply
tinotured with the licentiousness of the age.
There were, indeed, a few rare spirits who, with
eyes closed to the world around them, chanted
the harmonies that filled their own souls, and
were bewildered not by the jingle of Folly’s
brazen bells, but these who, ‘star-like, dwelt
apart,’ were not fair representatives of their
time.
The authors who mingled with the mass, who
knew them, wrote for them, translating into
rerse their feelings and beliefs, are those who
have given us pictures of the national character
during the era in which they lived.
In what was written for the people, their songs,
lyrics, legends, we can trace the spirit of the
age. There was little truth and earnestness in
it. Its very morality was stiff, pedantic and ar
tificial; its lioense was unbounded. We look in
vain through our standard poets of the present;
Longfellow, Tennyson, Browning, Bryant, for
the licentiousness of Byron, or the coarseness
of Pope.
When these eminent poets wrote for the peo
ple they toned down their language and senti
ments to suit those whom they addressed, and
by the coarseness of the popular literature of
that period, we may form an estimate of the
morals of the mass. A poet of the present day
would not dare insult the public, or risk his
repntation by publishing such things as marred
the pages of Pope, and which were received and
admired by the reading woijd of the past centu
ry. If Longfellow should write a sequel to Don
Juan, not all his well-won laurels would save
him from being overwhelmed by merited con
tumely. Does not this argue the presence of a
purer taste, of a more elevated morality among
the people of the present century ?
But there is another very apparent difference
in the poetioal literature of the past and present
generations. Formerly, the poets who claimed
to be moral teachers were merely contempla
tively pious. They sang psalms in their clos
ets, or indulged in abstract meditations in their
i i tutf » vmiini to niseaCes 'ti'uicu^imunt'nava.
solitary walks. There was an odor of the sur
plice, a feeling of staroh and white neckties
about them, with which the common people
could not sympathize. But the poets of the
nineteenth century have marked out for them
selves a different mission. They have carried
poetry out iDto the working day world, and
made it a powerful agent for good. They no
longer hang half dreaming over lotus wreathed
lyres, nor crone dry abstractions in a cloistered
seclusion; but they lead the army of human
progress in the stern battle of life, and they
have set to a glorious march all the thousand
sounds of multiform labor. Their clarion tones
have.awakened many a dreamer from his leth
argy, animated many a fainting heart, quioken-
ed the dormant energies of many a strong soul.
They have exalted and ennobled labor by their
sympathy with the laborer, recognizing and in
sisting upon man’s common brotherhood, the
universal fraternity of the human race. *
Gen. Sherman and the Drj Goods' Clerk.—
The scornful manner in whioh General Sher
man alluded to ‘the dry goods clerk’ in his re
cent speeoh against Representative Banning,
who was Chairman of the Committee that out
down military expenditures and thereby roused
the wrath of the insolent soldier—shows the
contempt in whioh the working class is held by
Sherman and his idle and pampered class, who
are supported by the very men they so openly
despise. The military aristoorat, in his howl
over the Committee's action, characterized the
Chairman as that ‘ fellow Banning who hasn’t
got brains enongh to be a dry goods’ clerk.’
Commenting on this remark the World says:
Doubtless General Sherman considers a dry
goods olerk a contemptible creature, fit for noth
ing better than to work hard and pay the taxes
which support the magnificent swells in the ar
my, who draw the big pay, ride the tall horses,
and do the tall talk; but it would be well for
bim to keep such opinions to himself. The
dry-goods clerks may not wear the gold braid
and buttons, but they are among the people
who pay the bills and who vote the supplies.
In other words, they are General Sherman's
masters. Sherman s handsome uniform is his
livery; they pay him his wages, and can stop
paying it whenever they choose; and they may
come to think that keeping so insolent a servant
as General Sherman is an expensive luxury
which they can dispense^with. Who is General
W. T. Sherman that he should use a dry goods
clerk as a synonym for contempt.* He is a man
who was educated at the expense of the people
at West Point People who work with their
hands at plough and anvil, as well as people in
the dry-goods trade, pay the expenses of that
institution. It turned out in old times some
noble men, and may do so still. But when the
General-in-Chief of the Army sets such an ex
ample as this, it is hardly fair to expect muoh
from the subalterns. Toe authors of the Bill of
Rights, the signers of the Declaration of Inde
pendence, the framers of the Constitution, all
left on record their aversion to standing armies
in time of peace. They saw that the habit of
absolute command begets in military men an
impatience and contempt of civil procedure by
law; that military men tend naturally toward
an aristocratic contempt for labor and trade;
that soldiers make a virtue of obeying orders
rather than obeying law. So when the Revolu
tion was over, Washington resigned his commis
sion; the army disbanded. The soldiers went
back to the plough, the anvil and dry-goods
business. This is not General Shermau’s plan
at all. He draws his big pay, and seems to con
sider that he holds this country up by the tail,
and that if he were to let go the whole thing
would go to smash. He said at a banquet not
long ago, ‘Disband the army and this Govern
ment is a mob.’ He deserved to be court-mar
tialed and cashiered for saying so. It is true
that he denied afterward that he said so; but a
number of people heard it, and it is quite char
acteristic of him in every way. He thinks that
the oountry cannot exist without the army, and
that the army cannot do without him. He may
some day be rudely awakened from these illu-
Social ina.
‘Vice la a monster o
That to be hated ne
Yes, whan ha awaggai n a saady ooat, with
an opanly profane lip, a sk-pooket look and a
disgusting, parvenue air; t when, ohanging the
sax—for social vice is 1 inine, though by no
means oonfined to fen ?s— she borrows the
mask of conventionalisnald the ermine of fash
ion, when she minces jJ coquets behind the
painted fan of custom, jjions the quaker bon
net of religion, thenars only called a ‘little
ch hideous mien,
but to be seen.’
minx,’ and boxed so'(
terial hands, and o*<
gentle ladies, and evei
who would shrink, in .|
parition of vice, strii
nery. But the olovei
the ears by minis-
d by moral men and
orthodox ‘members,’
horror, from the ap-
of its mask and fi-
[foot is not the less do-
The Barber of Olden Times.—
The cool, clean, deft-handed member of the
striped pole fraternity, who now in mirrored
saloons, hung everywhere with snowy towels,
and arrayed in white apron and immaculate
shirt sleeves manipulates the chin of his custo
mers, lying back like a passive automaton in his
f ) '* ' Giitix’ X jJxw" .via**"
Lying lor Lying's Sake.—In her excel*
lent little work on lying, Mrs. Opie has enumer
ated many classes of lies; but we believe she
has failed to sp6ak of wanton lies, of whioh we
belieye there are more told than of all others
put together. Persons who have contracted a
disregard of truth, utter falsehoods for which no
reasonable motive can be assigned. A vain
man will tell boastful lies; an envious man will
tell malicious lies; but of the man who ‘wastes
lies’ you can form no guess as to what lies he may
tell. Of one thing you may be sure--that he will
never speak the truth so long as his imagination
can suggest a falsehood. These inveterate liars
are the greatest bores of society. They seem to
imagine that their flippant readiness at saying
something on all occasions makes them inter
esting, and so they are generally incessant
talkers. They might indeed be interesting
were it not for the utter lack of thoughtfulness
about them. To all right thinking people, the
liveliest jest oi the raciest anecdote loses half
its oharm, if there be about it no appearance
of truth.
y —iui
ii»er oi uiuaciu jhja is»ilo- cbllcUTuTs" lnT tUc door
ven when it is thrust i| a satin slipper; Satan
was none less the Devfthen he wore the guiBe
of an ‘angel of light.’
Yet, the moral 86086" society seems strange
ly blunted in regard I these so-called ‘little
sins.’ Mrs. Mince, to punishes her small
servant for denying thtshe made faoes at Mas
ter Frederick Mince, arleotures her piously on
the enormous sin of ring, sends this same
small servant, half amour afterwards to tell
Mrs. Jones, who has illed, that she is ‘not at
home,’ because-she ha^bs to be wearing her
calioo morning dress, i the new curtains have
not yet been put up inhe parlor. Mrs. Jones,
who, before touching ie bell has heard Mrs.
Minoe talking up stair^oes home and descants
indignantly upon the ilsehood of her neigh
bor, and while doing ^ sees the gate open to
admit Miss Brown, whwears her last winter’s
cloak and does not keep, carriage. Mrs. Jones
is in disgust at the sigh
‘That old thing comewking here again !’ she
says. ‘All she wants iito be, aBked to stay to
dinner. I insure if sheras no more anxious to
see me than I am to s^her, she’d stay away
forever.’ And one not(fait to the mysteries of
fashionable life, migtfaDoy that Mrs. Jones
would certainly go dow stairs and tell her un
welcome visitor that htroom was preferable to
her company. But nauch thing. The door
opens, Mrs. Jones rusls forward and embrac-
her ‘dear friend,’ id the affectionate re
proach, *lou naughtyoreature—why haven’t
you been to see me befie?’falls from the sweet
ly smiling lips, and is teasured in the mind of
little Ella Jones, who &s by, learning a lesson
in deception, and tbining, ‘Well, it’s no harm
to tell little fibs. Ma des it, and I’m going to
make believe I forgot jy book to-day, and get
clear of that grammar ltson.’
Deacon Grave, who st. on the jury that con
demned a boy to the Puitentiary for stealing a
pork pie, goes back to is store and sells, as the
latest styles, an old fasioned bonnet and dam
aged dress goods, to a eak-eyed old lady from
the countvy, who wisheto fit up her daughter’s
bridal trusseau, and Ms, Meek, who is Presi
dent of the Dorcas Sooity, and whose daintily
gloved Augers have jue dropped a gold pieoe
into the contribution bo :or sending bihles to
the heathen, curls up he aristocratic lip as she
lasses the dirty bov^rhere a paie
assifc '
A Ililltllj \FTF.|l«|H-r W, were
glancing over the mail when ont dropped some
thing that looked for all the world like a paper
of number four needles. Thinking somebody
bad sent it as a suggestive compliment on our
sharpness, we picked it np and found it to be a
newspaper with a strip aoross the centre contain
ing the ‘Boys and Girls’ ’ address and Please X.
This champion Tom Thnmb of amateur journals
originates in Orlando, Florida, is called ‘The
Florida Mite,’ and, though a folio of one inch
by two, contains as it boasts, the nsnal ‘newspa
per variety;’ a Paris letter, advertisements,
announcements, hnmor and editorial. The
price of the Mite is six oents per year, or ten
cents with premium, which is two Florida beans
for cuff buttons. It bears as its motto. ‘Origi
nality or death,’ which shows its young propri
etor is an ambitions youth and scorns the com
monplace. Let him not be too happy in his
proud boast of publishing the most lilliputian
jou rnal in the land. Florida is a great place
for genius, as the Returning Board showed, and
we prophesy that we will be called on to ‘Please
with a rival sheet, the size of a postage
" calling itself The Florida Chiggtr. *
ge her a different personage from him of olden
times.
The barber, in former days, was a much more
important personage in the community than he
is at the present time. In the good English vil
lage of yore, he was a more prominent individ
ual than the ’squire himself, and his public ser
vices were by no means confined to the cropping
of hair and the shaving of chins. He was den
tist, leech, surgeon and general adviser and
peace-maker in family affairs. The parti-color
ed pole, which is still the barber’s sign, is no
longer expressive of his vocation. It was paint
ed originally to represent the bandage used in
blood-letting, and was significant of his office of
leech. There was another sign to denote his vo- I
oation of dentist: all the teeth he had drawn I
were suspended at the windows, tied upon lute I
strings, for the barber of olden times added mu
sic to his other accomplishments. Mr. Chap
pell tells ns that the ‘lute, cittern and virginals,’
for the amusement of waiting customers, were
the necessary furniture of tne barber’s shop,
and the author of the ‘ Trimming of Thomas
Nashe’ says that ‘if idle, barbers pass their time
in life-delightiDg music.’ Truly, the barber
was a Jack of all trades in those good old times
when doctors were not more plentiful than pa
tients, and people lived to grow old.
In the old English authors we fiDd freefueut
allusions to the barber and his numerous voca
tions, especially to his mnsical proclivities,
which appear to have been almost inseparable
from his profession. As one of these well known
authors (Ben Jonson, we believe) haB it, ‘ the
cittern and the lnte are as natural to a barber,
as milk to a calf, or dancing bears to the bagpi
per.’ The Scotch ballads bear frequent testimo
ny also to the surgical skill of the barber in suoh
couplets as—
•If thou be hurt with hart, it brings thee to thy
bier.
But barber’s hand can boar’s hurt heal, therefore
thou need6 not fear.’
Heigho! for the good old times. The clean
looking gentleman who sit under the sign of the
painted pole no longer amuse themselves and
their onstomers with delightfully quaint ballads
and the pleasing twang of the cittern, bat con
fine their talents to the management of the polls
and the phizzes of onr hair cultivating genera
tion. As for making any pretentions to dentis-
tical or medical skill, we should like to see the
barber bold enongh to do snoh a thing in these
enlightened days, when the empire of Hygiene
is watched overby such hawk-eyed ohampions.
•
Notice to Sweet Graduates.
The cynioal old bachelor of the St Louis
Jouraal has a fling at girl-graduates. He advis
es all young ladies about to graduate, and
needing essays next to embroidered muslin a°d
white gloves and slippers, to bear in mind
that the wstbetio department of the Journal has
on hand the largest and ohoioest supply of
fashionable essays. Says this hard-hearted in-
ainuator:
We manufacture onr own goods and are there
fore able to snply the trade at the lowest possi
ble rates. We take pains to introdnoe into all
essays suoh euphonisms as ‘woof,’ ‘glint,’‘sheen,’
‘warp,’ ‘shimmer,’ ‘weal,’ ‘gloaming,’ ‘paragon,’
‘talismanic,’ ‘soulfnl,’ ‘parterre,’ ‘glister,’ and
all thoae vagne, dreamy expreesions that appear
to have been invented for the literary prodno-
women of the better olass. Send
T ved
trying to learn her
letters ou a bit of tatter9ii newspaper.
At the Dorcus Society, she uses her gold thim
ble and jeweled fingers in stiching shirts for the
‘poor little Hindoos,’ and uses her tongue quite
as industriously in picking to pieces her ‘sis
ter woman's’ repntation, pharisaically dipping
the poisoned arrows into tbs sugar of affected
pity.
Fashionable young ladies start and cry, ‘Oh,
my !’ and are shocked and horror stricken when
a broad, round oath is hurled out in their pres
ence, and yet, the same young ladies, passing a
little farther up street, stop and tarn to look at
a shop window with the exclamation, ‘My God.
Hertense, what a beantifui hat in at Mrs. La
cey's ! and, going in, whisper, ‘Lord, Juliet,
there’s Emma Brown in that same old fright of
a purple dress !’
Are not both a violation of the oommandment
whioh says: ‘Thou shalt not take the name of
the Lord thy God in vain ?'
The system of fashionable lying, fashionable
profanity and fashionable deceit is constantly
increasing in prevalence, as people lose sight
more and more of the primitive simplicity that
ch&raoterized social habits. Society uses its
viniagrette at sight of the monster vice in its ud-
clothed deformity, but wmks at and pets the
same sin, when ourled and ronged by the hand
of Fashion; but even if suoh sins were not
wrong in themselves, they open the avenue to
more flagrant transgressions, detraot from self-
respect, and blunt tne consoienoe, whioh is the
only safe guard against vice and immoral
ity. •
The Xegro Decreasing — More
Births Thau Deaths.—The careful cen
sus lately taken of the population of the Dis
trict of Columbia, shows an increase of 45000 in
eight years. This increase is mostly among the
whites. Among the blacks the deaths are more
numerous than the births, and an exchange com
menting npon it says that the negro question
“promises to solve itself in death. The tide from
the country hardly keeps np the equilibrium.
The mortuary report for the month of May is a
startling exhibit. Deaths, 374. This shows a
death-rate among whites 19 per 1,000 per annum,
and among blacks 49 per 1,000 per annnm!
That is, the blacks of the District are going into
the grave two and a half times as fast the whites.
Of births there were 359, and of these 249 were
white, and only 110 black. About the same con
dition of things )B tonnd in Nashville, Chatta
nooga, Memphis, Vicksbnrg, Charleston, Co
lumbia and Richmond, and every Southern city,
the mortuary reports of which have fallen un
der my notice. Is the negro incapable of enjoy
ing freedom in the flesh ? In slavery they mul
tiplied at the rate of 25 per cent, every ten
years, which was faster than their white neigh
bors and masters, as the oensns reports show.
Can it be that freedom is fatal ? If so, they are
the only race on earth afflicted in that way.
When the census figures of 1880 are in, the
oonntry will be startled by the exhibit, and we
shall be enveloped in a learned newspaper con
troversy lasting abont five years, as to the whys
and wherefores of this decrease of the raoe. As
most of the blaoks cannot read, however, they
will be spared this infliction, and can die in
peaoe. The ex-Blaveholders will dig np some
old documents and prove that the negro is eqnal
to the enjoyment of three conditions only—bar
barism, slayery and death. ‘ We rescued them
from barbarism and made them slaves; yon res
cued them from slavery, and herded them in
graveyards.’ •
Mr. Grady’s address on Commencement Day
More Negroes for Liberia. —The Liberian
Emigration Company seem to be in no way dis
couraged by the mishaps that attended their
last venture, the Azor, and are making prepara
tions to land another oargo of negroes on their
ancestral shores.
The calamities of the Azor expedition, the suf
fering from lack of water and food, the deaths
ihat decimated the closely packed throng of em
igrants, are said to be the result of the gross
waste and ignorance of the officers who had the
food and water stores in oharge; as well as in.
competence on the part of the physician who
had the sanitary department nnder his super
vision. ‘This affair of the Azor,’ arily declares
the spokesman of the oompany, to a Baltimore
interviewer, ‘has given ns experience. It will
do ns more good than anything else.' But the
dying darkies on board the Azor, parched with
thirst, famished for food and fresh air, were no
donbt short-sighted enongh not to appreciate
the 'good' their sufferings would do the Emigra
tion Company. They were sadly lacking in the
high tuned pbilanthropy that should have made
them rejoice to have furnished experience to
an enterprising company, who already had their
hard-earned and saved-np dimes in its breeches
pockets. The bland and childlike faith of the
negro is exemplified in the fact that the emigra
tion company, according to Hb own statement,
have twenty thousand booked for its new expe
dition to Liberia, which will be sent over in
batohes, they having bought for three thousand
dollars, a steamboat with a capacity of seven
hundred passengers. They have also bought a
traot of seven hundred acres of land near Char"
leston, on which to quarter the negroes until
transportation is rea ly for them.
The oompany claim that their intention is to
bring about commercial relations between the
Liberian oolonists and this country, and they
are tryinfi to impress business men with the im
portance of opening trade with a people who can
furnish such exports as coffee, rice, sugar, indi
go, palm oil, arrow-root, ginger and camwood.
Edgar Poe's Mother-in-law.—Ridicule of th
“Mother-in-law being carried to ridiculous ex
treme by our newspaper wits, it is pleasant to
find now and then a word of praise for a mis-
representated class. But one would hardly look
to find such a word among the utterances of Ed
gar Poe.
It has been asserted that Edgar Poe has writ
ten nothing human, nothing that touches the
chords of common sympathy,or seems an inter
pretation of what others have felt, suffered or
enjoyed. But the following beautiful sonnet,
addressed to Mrs. Clemm, the mother of his
sainted ‘Virginia,’ are not only human in their
pathos, but almost divine in their tenderness
and beauty:
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another.
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotions' as that of “Mother;”
Therefore, by that dear name I long have called you—
You who are more than mother unto me,
Aud fill my heart of^earts, where Death installed you
11 * ■ ; TV . — - '..it-. w*.——. m<~. —* Si ■
My mother— my own (nother, who died early,
\Yas but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
Aud thus are de >rer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
>Vas dearer to my bou! than Us soul-life.
tions of young w
for onr prioe-Tist and enclose stamp, and if the ) at Emory College, is said to have been very fine’
prioe-list doesn’t oome, send again, anoloaing i enriched with graces of thought, and bright
two stamps. * • | play of wit and fanoy.
Demorest's Magazine.—The fashion illustra
tions that we furnish the readers of the Sunny
South at the beginning of every month are the
latest and most reliable, beiug furnished by
Demorest whose magazine is justly regarded as
the most complete aud artistic compendium of
monthly fashions issued in Amerioa. The en
gravings, beside being works ot art, are faithful
representations of the latest styles in walking,
dinner and ball dresses, children’s suits etc.
These are farther explained by cuts illustrative
of each portion of the dress, and under each the
number of the Demorest’s reliable pattern trom
which it may be out. Besides a monthly record
of all the ohanges in fashion, gossip about the
Dovelties in jewelry, furniture and bric-a-brac-
and information (accompanied by illustrations)
concerning all kinds of fancy work for dress
ornamentation, or home decoration, Demor
est’s pages furnish entertaining stories, useful
domestic receipts, letters irom abroad and last,
not least, Jennie June’s sprightly and sensible
talks abont home and social duties and rela
tion. Altogether Demorest is a gem.
Battles Around Atlanta.
In granting permission to the Troy, Ala.,
Light Guards, Lieut. H. B. Cowart, to visit
Columbus on the ‘Fourth of July,’ as the guests
of the City Light Gaards, Gov. Colquitt,
through Secretary Avery, thus refers to the
heroic conduct of the Trojans in the “Battles
Around Atlanta:”
‘ The interesting and historic fact that many
noble officers and brave soldiers from Troy tell
in defense of Atlanta in July, 1864, in the bloody
and memorable battles of that campaign, must
ever make it a matter of grateful privilege to all
Georgians to show a recognition of the heroic
service that gallant Alabamians have done on
Georgia ground. The names of Major Shep.
Ruffin, Captain Bailey Talbot and others are
most gratefully recalled.’
Owing to a delay in procuring the pictnre of
Lient. Gen. Joseph Wheeler, the renowned
oavalry ohieftan, our sketches of “Battles
Aronnd Atlanta” have been somewhat interrupt
ed in their regular course, Following the
sketch and picture of Gen. Wheeler we expect
to give a fine picture amt deeply interesting
sketoh of the “Hero Brothers"—Capt. Joseph
Clay and private William Neyle Habersham, of
Savannah, who fell July 22,1864, in the “Battle
of Atlanta.”
After this we hope to give a paper on “The
Defenoes of Atlanta,” which were prepared by
Col. L. P. Grant, of this oity, and which receiv
ed the highest commendation from the most
skilled engineer officers of the Federal and
Confederate armies, as well as the praise of
Gens. Sherman and Johnston. Gen. Boynton’s
review of Sherman’s operations aronnd Atlanta,
will form another interesting paper in the series.
Major Sydney Herbert has spared neither labor
or expense in procuring reliable and attractive
material for all of the above named sketches,
whioh will be prepared in his best style, and
with a view to accuracy in all important points
touched npon.
In the faoe of suoh weather as this, will the
astronomers oontinue to tell ns that the sun is
constantly losing its heat, and it rays growing
less powerful every year ?
A Tribute to Southwest Georgia.—
On the 6th of this month the fruit growers of
Falton county were assembled at tbeir nsnal
place, in the Agricultural Department in the
capitol, with a fine display before them and
many visitors. Oar own honored Governor was
present. After the members had made their
little speeches concerning their exhibits accord
ing to their custom Governor Colquitt was
called npon. He stated that he had no speech
to make, but would like to ask a question. He
said that he noticed that every speaker yielded
the palm to Mr. Jenkins, and asked whether the
oredit was due to the man or the land ? The
president of the meeting answer ed, that we had
last year, in Macon, at our State Horticultural
Convention, the finest peach show that was ever
on this continent, and Mr. Jenkins had not only
the largest peaches but the largest apples on ex
hibition, and they were grown on his farm in
Southwest Georgia. One member stated that
the Chinese Cling grew here to weigh nine
ounces. Another remarked that Mr. Jenkins
had them at Macon, weighing fourteen ounces.
Mr. Jenkins then stated that it was true that he
had peaches at Macon weighing fourteen ounces
and six of them sold for S3.15 ; that the apples
referred to were awarded a silver medal at the
American Bornological Convention at Baltimore,
that these facts were published in the newspa.
pers, and a reliable party in an adjacent county
to the one in which his fruit farm “ Harvest
Home ” is, having written him that he grew
Chinese Clings weighing some ten ounces, he
infered that the credit was due to the land and not
to the man.
The Xew Parly.—In the new organiza
tion ttiac uas come Java to the political Jor
dan to be baptized as the Independant or Work
ing Man’s Party, people were anxious to see
a possible savior from governmental bribery,
trickery aud jobbing—a party really crowned
with honesty and shod with truth—whose shoe
latch the old parties were not worthy to un
loose. Present indications make one fear the
hope to be delusive,and the New Party—instead
of a po’itical Christ, to be a Veiled Prophet of
Khorassan, behind whose silver mask of hones
ty and the people’s good, may be seen the bat
tered but brazen visage of our old acquaintance
with the forehead branded with the big It and
the nose knocked out of joint by the rebonnd
of a Returning Board. *
The Atlanta Dramatic Association will play
Ingomar on Thursday evening, August 1st.
Careful study and thorough rehearsal have been
given to the piece, and especial attention to all
the details of costuming aud scenery. The cast
is good throughout, aud the leading roles, sus
tained by Mr. Moyers and Miss Milligan, will,
when performed, surprise those who have de
clared the Association has undertaken too diffi
cult a play. Ingomar is particularly adapted to
Mr. Moyers’ spirited acting, and Parthenia will
give Miss Milligan a far better opportunity to
show what she can do, than any part she has
previously played. This lady by-the-by, has a
very good stage engagement offered her for next
fall and winter, and her appearanoe in Ingomar
may be her last on the amateur stage *
What Our English Cousins Say of Vi.
The Euglish critics have seized on the death
of Bryant as a favorable occasion for renewing
their old calumny tuat American authors have
no originality and that their writings are only
reproductions of English thought and style.
Says the Times: ‘American poetry is the poe
try of apt pupils, but it is afflicted from first to
last with a fatal want of raciness. Unless Walt
Whitman is to be reckoned among the poets,
American verse from its earliest to its latest
stages seems an exotic with an exuberance of
gorgeous blossoms but no principle of repro
duction.’
Another review says that Americans are infliot-
ed with a painful propensity to moralize. So
the spice of wickedness is what we need, is it?
Cold skepticism of all religion, and pagan idolatry
of beauty? If Swinburne is to be taken as a
sample we confess,to preferring Brjant’s moral
izing to the spasmodic, forced, foaming-at-the-
mouth passion of the writer of Laus Veneris,
and his skepticism that is mere unreasoning,
braggadocio irreverenoe, as if the cookney
were forever saying: “See how I ean flout my
jingling rhymes in the face of God and the
prophets.
Dinner to .Six Hundred News Boys.
The great event of the Fourth of July in Phil
adelphia was the dinner tendered to the news
boys by George W. Childs, the proprietor of
the Public Ledger. Six hundred ragged urchins
sat down to long tables in the Zoological Gar
dens, and before the chaplain had time to pro
nounce grace were wading into the dishes
as if it was the first food they had eaten for days.
After the dinner was concluded the boys dis
persed through the garden and examined the
animals at their leisure. The monkeys seem
ed to be the chief curiosity, and the tricks the
boys played upon them were well enjoyed by
the visitors and attendants.
Editorial Brevities.
Dies Iras seems to be a good story. The auth
or will please send the rest of the M. S.
The St. Lonis physicians think that beer has
some connection with snn-stroke, and advise
the lager devotees to hold up a little during the
heated term. The beerists compromise by put
ting more ice in the foaming beverage.
‘Mrs. Collier’s story, “Waiting for the Dawn,”
is founded on real events which transpired in a
town of Alabama, a few years ago.
New Orleans is called the most immoral city
in the Sonth, because it permits amusements on
Sunday, bnt New Orleans authorities have shown
a truly Christian spirit in one thing; they have
prohibited the street oar drivers from patting
their horses oat of a walk, daring the hot weath
er, even on a down grade.
The Atlanta Cadets had a good time during
their late visit to Richmond. They were hand
somely entertained and a comlimentary ban
quet was given them by Company C. (Captain
M. L. Spotswood). There was evervthing nice
to eat and drink, mnsio to feast the soul,
coarse speeches.
soul, and of /V