n, E FLOWERS COUECTIOiY
J. H. & W B. SEALS, treopEmToHs.
ATLANTA, GA„ SATURDAY, AUGUST 10. 1878.
A Sacred Memory.
ET FLETCHER ,1 COWART.
Thera w moon's silver crescent
Drifts clown the eputurled sky,
Anti the winds, worn out with wooing,
Asleep with the flowers lie;
And ear and eye find nothing
In the grec n woods dark and still,
Hut the fire-fly's fitful lantern,
And the notes of the whip-poor-will.
Yet a spell like that of music.
When the heart is rapt and lone—
A something ike a whisper
Of the loved ones dead and gone—
Comes over me now in the silence,
In the breath of the latter June,
In the night-bird's lonely carol
And the light of the sinking moon.
We've heard, in the pearly conch shell,
The sound of the sleepless sea.
So the harper. Memhrv, chanteth
Of that which used to tie;
And of all the songs he singeth
Ofthe hallowed long ago.
There's one of an aut umn mionight,
When the bended moon was low,
That comes tit times, soft drifting
Down the tide of by-gone years,
Pleading, with its holy sorrow,
! or a meed of tribute tears.
Of the time w hen the -ad-laced angel
Beckoned, with his shadowy hand
My brother in his childhood,'
Away to the silent land.
IIow lie paled in his ehi’disli beauty,
When the sudden summons came.
How lie went so uncomplaining.
When the Father called his name.
Will ever be the burden
Ofthe harper's holiest lay.
And 'twill help to keep mv footsteps
In the straight and narrow way.
A FIGHT FOR A WOMAN:
— OR, THE —
‘His no longer, Vivian !' said bis voice hoarse
with battle. ‘Mine now and forever !’
She did not reply, but pressing his hand with
tears in her eyes, sank back with a happy smile.
She krew that the terrible fight for her was
over, and his words told her who had gained
‘Tell him tfcat I forgive him all,’ she said to
her American lover. ‘I thought I loved him but
that was long ago. I did not know my own
heart then, for I was a child.’
Ben Monarch bore Vivian’s message to Monte-
‘I knew she would not love me, bnt her pret
ty face drew me on,’ he hissed in reply. ‘And
what have I got for my hot-headed persistency ?
A right arm cut throgh by your sabre—a ball in
my breast from your pistol ! From this hour I
will hate a woman’s face !’
The Bombard’s captain forced the Spaniards
to sail away without their captain, whom he in
tended to turn over to the home government to
be tried for piracy. But Spain never received
him, for he managed to escape from Monaroh’3
hand, and perished at sea in an open boat.
It was a fate not wholly undeserved by the
After the stubborn fight on the Gulf, Ben
Monarch conveyed Vivian to her old home, and
there nlade her his wife. For did he not de
serve the fair one whom he rescued from the
waves, and kept by the power of cutlass and
Mothers of Larire Families.
Th.p t’ v ' i aptain threw hj*r
COMPLETE IN ONE NUMBER.
EY MAJOR A. F. GRANT.
‘It was a dreadful gale, Gerald. Thank God
we weathered it without loss of life !
•Which is more than others did I fancy. When
the storm burst upon us last night I saw four
vessels—ali ctf our starboard bow. It is morn
ing now; bnt where are they ?’
The first speaker looked around upon the
waste of waters before he replied.
• I do not see a sail,’ he said. ‘ I, too, noted
the quartette ofi the starboard: but the dark
ness of the gale soon blotted them Irom my
sight. I could easily be argued into the belie!
that the sea has swallowed them.’
‘ Heaven torhid 1 Did you make them
last night ?’
• I tried to.’
• With what sueess ?’
‘Two appeared to be American craft,
others looked like Spanish ones.’
‘La Fitte, probably.’
• Or Captain Montebardo. ’
1 Pray who is he?"
The Captain of the American craft did not
reply to his lieutenant’s question. He turned
his forehead as if to expel some unwelcome
memories which were trying to force themselves
‘Is this Captain Montebardo a pirate like La
Fitte?' Gerald Steele asked again. ‘I am sure—’
‘ Was I talking about such n man? ’ interrupted
the Captain turning suddenly.
‘Aye aye, sir. You said that one of the ves
sels standing to starboard last night might have
been Captain Montebardo'*.’
‘I most have been dreaming.’
‘Enough of this, Gerald,’ the captain said in
an altered tone. ‘Seme day I'll tell you who this
Captain Montebardo is, but not now. You may
not have heard of him; hut his Hag flies above
the waves of the gull and Le is eager to cross
cutlasses with me. And I assure you, Gerald,
that I do not abominate the thought of meeting
him. The world is too small for both of us 1’
The last word had scarcely f allen from Captain
Ben Monarch’s lips when the watch uttered a
cry that startled everybody on the Bombard’s
• What is it?’ cried the captain, darting to the
‘ Look!’ answered the watch, pointing to wind
ward. ‘By the trident of Neptune ! there dirfts
a spar, and upon it is a woman !'
Ben Monarch began to adjust his glass when j
the watch continued:
‘You need no glass to see her white clothes, j
cap'n. Judging by the line of your eyes you are j
evershootin’the mark now. Yonder she is. Now
you see her! Now—’
‘ Yes ! yes !’ cried the Bombard’s commander, ;
darting to the ship’s side. ‘A woman.’ .
Atter gazing for a moment upon the spectacle j
he ordered a boat to be lowered, and strong arms i
were soon sending the succoring craft through j
the waves gilded bv the sun’s first beams.
Captain Monarch did not lead the saving par- j
ty, but watched intently from the deck. He '
ha 1 sent Lieutenant Steel to the rescue, and |
that Li gentlest hands in the service I
worn,' ft the poor unfortunate from the spar, j
Frcm his station on the Bombard’s deck, Cap- j
tain Monarch saw the young lieutenant lean |
over the boat’s side and draw the woman
from the perilous situation that surrounded her,
and answered the sailor's snouts with a reward
With feverish impatience Le awaited the re
turn of the succoring party, and when it had
come within hailing distance, he cried:
< Dead or alive Gerald ?’
And the veung lieutenant answered, ‘Living !
• Thank God !’ the captain responded with
fervor, and a few moments later Gerald Steele
came up the ladder with the waif in his arms.
t A beautiful and innocent looking creature, is
siasm, casting a look upon his unconscious bur ,
then. i 'N f o fcny tn t
Steele pressed forward with his prize, no j bea-. . r jllowed a i ignus/atu'
weight in his strong arm, and showed her white ‘ ID&indled at the tires of lie girl's white
face and sylph-like form to the Bombard’s cap- i li.'nd 1 ting fiend.’ *had died away,
tain. Floyd, I Hi*—’was currying • deck,
‘Yes, Gerald,’ said Monarch with the fi>„ O fv,/,.our answer!' came from Spanish craft,
glimpse, but the next instant his face become
deathly white and he staggered from the sight.
‘Living, did you say?’ he cried to the startl
* To my room with her, and call Mr. Waldren
in. Quick, Gerald ! SAe must not die.’
With his eyes rilled with wonderment at his
commanders excited conduct, the lieutenant
hurried below with the late tenant of the floating
‘ After those happy years we meet again !’ Ben
Monarch said as he paced the deck with hands
locked behind him and his thick sailor beard
upon his breast. ‘I thought Vivian, that we
had parted forever. What strange fate has
brought to me? Your plantation home is
far away, and you were happy there Must I
associate your appearance on my deck witu that
man who came between ns then—that man
whom, for your sake, I shot down, lied and
turned sailor ? He is here ! Yon are here ?
You may be Exton Montebardo’s wife’ but I
will not believe it.’
He paused abruptly, for the cry of ‘ship
ahoy !' seemed to rouse him from his reverie.
He turned quickly at the sound.
‘Where away ?
'On our starboard bow, and bearing down up
Captain Monarch looked in the direction in
dicated by the sailor, and was surprised to make
out a rakish looking craft somewhat larger than
the Bombard, and bearing down upon him with
He tnrned his glass full upon the stranger,
and after a minute's inspection turned to the
anxious occupants of the deck, and said calmly ;
Open the arm’s chests, and prepare for bloody
The man flew to the work, believing that the
stranger was one ol La Fitte’s vessels; but the
captain, white as ashes, again waited lor her to
come within hailing distance.
At last the stranger found herself sufficiently
near the Bombard to be hailed, and Ben Mon
arch’s voice rang out loud and clear:
‘Ship ahoy ?’
‘Aye, aye. sir !’
‘Who are you ?’
‘The Red Duro, Captain Montebardo, a man
with whom you are doubtless acquainted.’
It was the lied Duro's captain replying in per
son to the hail.
‘We nave met before!’ answered Monarch.
‘What do you want ?’
* The person of my wife, Vivian, blown over
board last night, and picked up by your boat
not long since.’
Captain monarch started.
‘Vivian his wife ? he murmured. ‘No! I will
not believe him. Sue must tell me. I will be
lieve no one in this matter save Vivian.’
You have consulted the vi:now what do
! you say?’
\ ‘ r refuse to give her up ! is not the wife
! of Ex:on Montebardo, and >ng as we can
; wield a cutlass on the Bomba leek, she shall
, not be !’
The Spaniard muttered an . and shouted:
‘Your stubbornness desaeipon your own
head ! I have loDged for ihi.-r: and before
| the day is done, the waves olgulf shall roll
i over the Bombard’s deck.’
J ‘Come on ! We fight for tbnor of the fair-
i est lady in the world. She ie priz-, found
at sea, and will be defended je last!’
j The rival captains left rhfc* of their re
spective vessels, and on eacetive prepara
tions for a bloody conflict be;
The old love of other dafd returned to
Ben Monarch's heart, and as fighting for
the same lace which in itflldish beauty
[ charmed him on the banks oiMississippi.
What if she had rejected hit—what if she
had told him that she loved; same Exton
Montebardo, who now sought ench her from
him—he had just henrd from .allid lips that
the Spaniard had carried hem the planta
tion home, and the treatments she had re
ceived at his hands cried alotr vengeance.
There wasn’t a keener cutla the gulf than
Captain Monarch’s—and he ©inded a crew
tried in fierce combats with ’itte and his
greater, i. r sides 'wefe protected by iron, and
her crew consisted of picke i desperadoes.among
whom Exton Mentebardo’s voice was law.
If Captain Monarch's crew was smaller than
that of his antagonist, he had men upon whom
he could depend. He commanded the true
The Bombard replied with spirit to the Span
iard's tire. Her practiced gunners sent the
heavy b-tlls among the rigging with telling elfeot,
which soon exasperated Montebirdo and made
him iesolve to board. Spite the Bombard's with
ering tire, the Red Duro gradually approached
her, aDd the command to ‘repel boarders’ fell
from Monarch’s lips. The two vessels struck
with a crash, and over the planks rushed Monte-
barrio and his desperate crew.
But they were met by the best cutlasses in our
then infant navy, and hand to hand on the
Bombard’s bloody decks, the battle raged for
the possession of Vivian Jayne.
Thrice the Bombard's band of heroes beat the
boarders back: bnt as often they returned to the
attack, and drove the Americans aft. Cutlass
met cutlass on the slippery decks, and pistol re
plied to pistol with murderous effect.
In the midst of the terrific battle, a ball ca
reering wildly in its flight, severed the rope
that he! 1 the Bombard’s flag aloft, and through
the stifling smoke it came fluttering down, the
Spaniards believing that their foe had struck,
greeted tiie sight with a fierce cry of triumph,
and Montebardo sprang forward to seize the
But he saw his intention forestalled by a
smoke-begrimed man, who snatched the flag
from the deck and drew back to defend it.
‘Give me the flag!’ cried the Spaniard, grasp-
ind the standard.
•Never, Exton Montebardo ! It was not low
ered to you. It never shall be !
The captain ofthe Rea Duro started—for de
spite the roar of the battle, he recognized the
voice—he stood face to face with the rival of
‘Here we settle our old feud,’ he exclaimed.
•Here we settle all for Vivian's sake.’
With his hand still on the fallen flag, and cut
lass raised, the Spanish commander threw him
self upon his firmly planted foe.
The blow fell upon a cutlass true as his own,
and the next moment it tore his sword arm al
most in twain.
‘Mercy!’ shrieked the Spaniard, sinking back
as his cutlass fell from his nerveless grasp.
Mercy be it tnexi, if you call ofi'your des "
THE SEA mB
The Bombard’s crew distrib themselves at
their respective posts with aty and much
enthusiasm. They believed jlLt enemy was
the notorious La Fitte in per but the cap
tain undeceived them:
‘Sailors, he said, sweepiue well-formed ;
ranks with his eyes, ‘we are tht a man who !
hates bnt me. The battle wi )n be on, but j
I can tell you this; Ten years the lovely be
ing who lies in my state-room-, was a girl ot
fifteen, the pride of a wealthVer. the queen
of the noblest plantation in Lana. I knew
her, and knowing her, loved Ithougb. I was 1 adots, and leave ns with the ship
then a man without name or ,ne. I had a ply.
rival. He commands yon shijston Monte- Montebardo hesitated. His crew was press-
bardo, whose father was band trorn Spain ing the Americans hard, for the tall of the flag
for treason against the crown.ie night, my had disheartened them. Victory seemed within
rival insulted Vivian. I reseithe indigni- his grasp.
ty, met and shot him. Then told me she 1 ‘Cali them off!’repeated the Bombard's corn-
loved him! Poor child ! S’atught she did mander. ‘Or I will complete the work began on
then—I left the home of my >ood, for the ! the Mississippi’s banks ten years ago.
waves. Now we meet again. ] e terrific gale 1 The raising of the avenging cutlass above his
last night, N iviun tried to es from Exton ' ^protected head decided the pirate. Biting
Montebardo. Tiie wind and tlave gave her bis lips with pain and mortification, he ordered
to us, knowing that we would .ect her He 1 ' a j g cr ew back to their ship. Sullen as wolves
comes now and demands her, that she is driven from a feast, they retreated over the
his wife. But she declares tR jalse; now Bombard’s sides, leaving their captain a prison-
fight was over. More than one
can crew lay dead or wounded
ind many a dark faced Spanish
„aiior did not return to Red Duro. All this
for iair-faced Vivian Jayne, the waif of the Gulf.
DuriDo the fight, she lay on Ben Monarcn s
sailor bed with eyes closed, and hands clasped
as if in fervent prayer. Sue looked like a corpse,
so white and cold was her beautiful face, and
her attendant believed that she slept. Bat
though her eyes were tightly closed, she heard
the hoarse cries of the combatants on the deck
above, heard every pistol, and the blows of steel
meeting steel. At the almost imperceptible
sound of the opening of the cabm-door, \ man
her eyes and beheld a strong man who
To mothers of large families who are taxed
so severely, I must say a word because I know
where the shoe pinches—you cannot keep pace
with the literature of the day, scarcely find
time to hear what is written of ‘Helen’s habits'
’ ving so many of your own to look after, and
y ask. i-'vi»'j.ite trom duties • h T »■*-
e to ifhpiu?e her mina . -«..•>*•?*-T-iSU-*i*
ow dreadfully / would feel if my child asked
m!e some question I could not explain.’ Would
you? Better begin by feeling a little charity
t your sister-woman whose ‘quiver is full of
arrows’—help her with her work, lighten her
load-become a friend and then advise her
to ‘devote a few hours to study !’ Study
indeed ! when every year brings the perpetual
baby to her arms, and her study is baby-talk,
baby-wants, and knowledge how to rear each,
so its to make them healthy children.
Are you the Solomon in petticoats to tell her
when and how she is to acquire that learning
watch wili fit her for the society of your intel
lectual friend Miss Blue stocking or Mrs. Belle
Letter? Is it in the nursery where the weary
arms at last are eased of the baby-burden and
her tired body and anxious heart rest awhile’
where the tearful eye, once more g aze s on the
littlo one asleep, ere it closes, in the dreamless
slumber of exhaustion ? Or is this erudition
acquired over the sewing machine, where the
work basket seems ever too full, and the wonder
is, how the hundred garments ever get made
Many children doubtless bring many jovs even
to the rich, or even to those in comfortable cir
cumstances tor many children grow up to
lovely women and brave men, and in time
take th- work from the mother’s hand, the
care trom the mother’s heart, but judge not
Ch A y6 who b lngS ° r women of luxury, the
mother who bears the heat and burden of tne
day cheerfully, heroically—finding D0 t the least
ot her trials, in the inability to indulge ic
mental work, to ‘i myroc( the mind' to keen
pace with t..e daily science of the art even
tokSJ h« “o°«s''iiStVS g ?,/“ m t n r
home a happy one, even t0 . make the
buttons and the ordering .’■ e se ™g °. u . °f
early and seeing to the waV« me ^ s • —rising
Then indeed had she earn.a 1 h -°? sehold?
‘let alone’by the carpi nr , be
be that judge man or woman ne * sl d e d judge,
A Strange We<ldin s Fee.
_ —-i that^ened resi
was Monarch s replv, -ami ii I retase to give her ance to the last.
up, cutlass and ball shall decide the question of ’ ; ‘I knew it!’ the American saicith a glow of
superiority.’ pride. ‘Now iet every man do fluty %r the
Turning from the Red Duro, he hastened be- \ honor of Vivian Jayne !’ * ’
low and entered his state room with the easy 1 Both vessels hastily concludnreDaratious
tread of a girl. He saw a female form on his ! for the battle. A new'and eie<*ai B w is hoist-
couch, and smiled at the finger of silence which ed hv the Bombard’s commander ii almost at
the ship’s surgeon lifted. Bnt no human power the same moment a black easier J nhnve the
could have kept him from the bed, and he soon i Red Duro s decks. t5 oc an
looked down upon the beautiful creature rescu- ‘A fit flag for Exton Montebari th 4meri-
ed from the spar. can captain said to Gerald Stee'
She was not asleep, and her large blue eyes ! from the piratical standard **p * he tU nr
met him in a glance of recognition. i standard may never be lowered ,“ eaven ° n opened her ey - - , , .
The next moment the captain’s head dropped j A moment later and a hail bore the signs of battle on his person, b.ooay
upon her besom, and the twain were exchung- flew through the Bombard's ri °he Spanian meI1 ts »nd powder-darxened face and beard,
ing names. little damage, It opened the hf’ dolUg bUt ! *Ben ! ’ she said, putting out a hand to the vis-
• I cannot tarry, Vivjan,’ the sailor said, ris-I The Red Duro was surer-, T , , . Unr ' next moment the salior bent tenderly
, tip HoffiDara llul '
ing. ‘They wait for my reply, with guns doub- • in almost every respect. H
r lament was ‘ over her.
A clergyman who w as formerly i n „ * , .
Harttord, Conn., but now m v„J, J 0ca ted in
ried a little over a year ago, a " con , r *’ niar-
once started for Europe, and hav« 16 w ^° at
turned. The bride-groom was a o« 6 . c , 8n t’‘y re
wealth, and before he presented of
bridal altar he placed a on“L j M f8t th.
greenback in his vest pocket to give tn n. do ^ ar
son for the marriage fee, aufi pavVe' 6
as he supposed. While crossing „ to
discovered, greatly to his astonish
bill in the pocket where he had plac 6 i •
could account for its presence there onl U ’ aad
theory that he must have had another L'n 11
different denomination, which he bad i ° f a
to the clergyman by mistake. Qu eettin 0D i ated
to this country he determined to solve
tery, and waited upon the reverend aenff mys ’
who did not recognize him, and in ( |a; r(i( 3 e ?? an ’
a certain date he did not marry a certain (■ ” ° a
The clergyman remembered the occasion* 1 ^ 6,
fectly. n P er -
‘I know I am about to ask an
question,’ said the visitor, ‘but I shovjq i- l ? eil t
be informed what fee you received f 0r _ i*' 6 to
ing the ceremonj ?’ orm-
The clergyman was not prepared to mak«
disclosure, naturally being astonished
interviewer should propound such a qn e<Jt - ls
bnt upon an explanation being made that'in 1 ’
gentleman himself, whom he then reco ‘he
was the one he had married, he said he
of course, gratify him, since he was so anxi **
to know. 0Us
‘I received,’ he then went cn to say j ^
small quantity of fine-cut chewing toba CCO) j .-Y
ed in a very small piece of paper. ’
That was enough; the only thing r etuaini n
to be done was to apologize, laugh hearti]^
shake bauds, and make the one hundred doll,