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pT 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