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f Our Portrait Gallery. Hon. Nedom L. Angier. It is with pleasure that we present in this number ot the Sunny South so life-like a por trait of this distinguished gentleman, at pres ent Mayor of Atlanta. In our city Dr. Angier needs no introduction, and has had no need of any lor twenty-five years past, nor in Georgia will his name cease to be honored, while our history records his valiant fight against the reckless hands that plundered the state and con trolled legislaiion in 1*70 and before and di rectly after. Dr. Angier is of Huguenot extraction, his an cestors coming from the north of France. His father, as portrayed in a printed work entitled the “History of Acworth,/ was a man of promi nence and distinction as one of the early settlers of Acworth, New Hampshire, where he held several public offices of trust and honor, and was regarded as a man of very strong mind and great originality of thought. Dr. Angier was born at Acwor.h, N. H., in 1814, and was educated in his native state. Al ter receiving a thorough education he spent sev eral years in teaching, employing his leisure hours in studying medicine. In 1839, at the age of twenty-five, he came to Georgia, and taught school for four years in Coweta, Merri- wether couty, during which period he contin ued his medical studies in the libraries of Drs. Bmith and Hunnicutt, of Coweta. A number of his students of those days have occupied high positions ot trust in the State, and many of them are to-day among his warm est friends. In 1814 he went to New York and atteuded a course of lectures at the Medical University of that city, returning to Georgia the following year and engaging in the practice of his profes sion in Randolph county. In 1847 he moved to Atlanta, then a mere village, and united to his practice the business ol a druggist. In 1850, along with many others who were seized with tne “gold fever," he went by the overland route to California, but returned the following year, and in lieu of his profession engaged in Iieal- estate speculations, in which business he was quite successful, and which engaged his atten tion up to 1800, by which time he had accumu lated a handsome fortune. On 17th of August, 1843, Dr. Angier wedded Miss Elizabeth A. Herring, a Georgia lady of culture and extensive reading, whose family name is familiar in the South on account of the prominence of some of its members in suc cessful commercial enterprises. From this union eight children have been born. Up to the outbreak of the war Dr. Angier had taken no part in politics. He was a strong op ponent of secession, believing that only injury could result to the South from its adoption. He saw iu the future only blood-shed and other at tending horrors of war, and being eonscientous- ly opposed to taking any hand in the fratrici dal struggle he left the South iu 1863. and after a brief abode in Havana moved North. About the time he left the Conlederacy, President Lin coln's cabinet had under discussion the confis cation of all property seized by the U. S. Gov ernment from Confederates. Mr. Edward M. Stanton, Secretary of war, was particularly ur gent upon the pursuit ot this policy. When Dr. Angier heard of this discussion, he repaired to Washington, and having a relative occupying a prominent position iu one of the departments, he obtained an interview with Mr. Lincoln and plead strenuously against Mr. Stanton’s confis cation measure. He remained in Washington three months, opposing this scheme of oppres sion, for while conscientiously opposed to tak ing arms on either side, he felt a deep sympa thy for his many friends in the South, whom he knew to be honest in their convictions, however mistaken in their policy of secession and war. He maintained consi-tentlv throughout the his position as a Unmn man, and yet demon strated his warm sympathy and friendship for the friends he fiad left in theSoutk by hiscourse at Washington. Immediately after the war he returned to Georgia and was appointed Internal Revenue Collector of the 3rd District with his office in Augusta. This position he held for nine months under the disadvantage of being unable to se cure reliable Deputies, all our Southern men competent to fill these places being ineligible by reason of the test oath required. This fact he reported to Secretary McCulloch, with the suggestion that Congress modify the oath re quired, so that Southern men could serve as deputies. The Secretary reported the letter with his approval and recoinended to the Senate that immediate action be taken to relieve the depu ties mentioned of the test oath. But the ruling vindictive majority of the Senate refusing to saric ion the measure, Dr. Angier promptly re signed his office, declining to assume longer its responsibilities unless he could have deputies whom he knew to be trustworthy. Alter his resignation Dr. Angier returned to Atlanta with his family where he has since re sided. On the passage of the reconstruction laws by Congress, be advocated their acceptance, believ ing this course the most speedy one to peace, and that error could be more easily corrected in a harmonious family than rights secured on de mand from a conqueror. On this platform he was elected a delegate to the Constitutional Con vention of 1857, in the deliberations of which body, he took a prominent part, opposing the relief measures, subsequently expunged from the Constitution by Congress. Soon after the election of Rufus B. Bullock as governor, Dr. Angier was elected State Treasu rer. The controversy and the contest between the Executive and State Treasurer over the State treasury is a part of the history of Georgia. The apparent determination of the Governor to ig nore the law relating to the application and dis bursement of the public funds was met by a posi tive refusal from Dr. Angier to permit unlawful encroachments on the treasury, nor did he re mit his vigilant guardianship of the public funds until they were baffied and defeated. With their iniquities exposed,his enemies surrendered their positions and the State was saved untold losses. He also struggled strenuously and was final ly successful, in his opposition to the prolon gation of the official term of the Legislature of 1871, for which the dominant wing of the Re publican party was contending with the zeal of fanaticism and desperation, and to accomplish this he visited Washington several times in 18- Cb-70, calling on the President and members of Congress, writing and publishing many articles, among which is worthy of mention, his memo rable letter to Hon. James B. Beck, then Rep resentative but now U. IS. Senator, which letter was read in the House no less than three times by as many members in one day in the conrsb ot their speeches, and is as many times printed in the Journal of the House of Representatives. This letter is a wonderful specimen of active, concentrating thought,scathing and j ust rebuke, yet it is but one of the many blows dealt by Dr. Angier agaiDst the iniquity of prolongation of the Georgia Legislature. After Mr. Bullock’s abdication of the office of Oovernor, a sentiment of no inconsiderable strength prevailed among Democrats through out the State to make Dr. Angier Governor and his name was suggested for candidacy before the Nominating Convention, but the Doctor in a very beautiful and patriotic letter declined becoming a candidate, In 1876, he was brought forward as a Candidate for Mayor of Atlanta. In this race he was opposed by one of the most worthy and popular of Atlanta's citizens, whose friends made vigorous warfare against him plead ing his alliance with the Reconstruction Party after the war, his having left the Confederacy during the war, etc. But Dr. Angier was nom inated over his opponents as tbe candidate of the De mocracy and was elected Mayor for a term of two years, ending with 1878. This election was a graceful tribute to the sterling-patriotism, inflexible-integrity and eminent ability of -Dr. Angier, which had shown never brighter than when in the council of the Republican Admin istration. Tbe accompanying portrait is from a photo graph recently taken, at sixty-three years of age. In physique and activity he appears to beat least ten years younger than he really is, being almost as vigorous and quick of motion as when he had but reached his majority—results due, in part, to an excellent constitution, but more to tem perate and uniform habits. He presents a mark edpersonal—is erect, six feet in height and weighs ore hundred and ninety pounds. His features, though serious and a little sad when in repose, as s&en in his portrait, glow with pleasantry when in animated social conversation. The sternness which at times marks him, when an gaged in officiai duties, vanishes, and in its stead comes the polished, urbane manner and the pleasing, quick, and sometimes severe, re partee, infusing life and merriment wherever he moves. Dr. Angier possesses able administrative and executive ability. His administration as Mayor of Atlanta has been one of wonderful success, and has given universal satisfaction. City wa ter bonds that had sold no higher than 80 cents, and some as low as 72 cents, now bring their par value of one dollar. While he has paid special attention to the care of the poor, and bv his ex ertions saved many from terrible suffering, as during the snow of January 1*77. yet the ex penses for relief has oeen reduced nearly ona- i of Mr. .Smith. Mr. S.- was formerly a trapper and pioneer on the Rocky Mountains. His mountain home, presided over by a cheery housewife, in situation and equipments is more interesting than the most delightful chapter of romance. Late into the night were our weary travellers beguiled by mountain stories, and as every mountaineer has HIS SNAKE STORIES, so our worthy friend told us of a rattle 3nake seven feet long, that during the last few weeks had .Iriven several families from t.Le mountain side. We did not see this snake. | The next morning we were, ‘At the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dew away To meet tbe sun upon the upland lawn.’ I Before 7 o’clock we had begun the ascent of j Fort Mountain, that is, 2100 feet above timber | laud. As we entered upon a circuitous route, our guide pointed to a barren-looking cliff, say- in..: ‘That ar cliff is a’most perpendicular, an' a mighty lew ’as ever clombed it.’ The formidable looking precipice inspired a few of ns with an unnatural desire to brave its dangers, and after many entreaties on our part the guide consented to lead us up a rock wall three hundred and seventy feet high, a place where a woman's foot had never ventured be fore. We did not dare to stand erect, but snake- iike, slowly measured foot after foot of the cliff. Oh, such despairing groans as emanated from some of the party as a huge slab ot rock occasion ally rolled by us with a deafening crash. Half way up the ciifi' we found a few stubby shrubs ^rowing out oi the solid rock. Here we ventur ed to turn our glance to the wide-extended plains below, where lay a more enchanting and beautiful panorama than painter’s brush can ever place upon canvass. Lying in the distance was the note! niantation of the distinguished agriculturist, Gregory. At this n.omtnt, as cries The decent of the mountain was terrible. A lady of our party, who had stirted out in the morning with a pair of new cloth boots on, reached home sole-less and almost shoeless. On the side of the mountain we saw quite a num ber of white pine trees, the veritable Norwegian spruce and California fir, that some people pur chase at a great price, as an ornamental tree. Oc- ! casionaiiy we came upon milk and butter pans ! built over springs of coolest water. We stopped for a day in the somewhat historic 1 village of Resaca, and had pointed out to ns the fortifications erected during the late war. A lo- ! quacious old gentleman readily gave us hisopin- i ion of the ‘unpleasantness,’ and concluded by ! saying: ‘Public sentiment or no public senti- | ; meut, Johnston could have turned the tide of j I Southern afihirs if he had not been forced to j leave this vicinity through the false rapresenta- i tions of a jealous rival. Yes, he could have checked Sherman’s march, and with such nat- ! ural resources as this point offers, he would j have worked wonders.” We could neither deny nor corroborate the | old man’s statement, so we looked toward tbe crumbling fortifications muttering, ‘.Sic transit I gloria hominis.' Sallie Long. eyes, after awhile you will see the image of the person who is to be your fate; will you try your fortune?’ Of course I consented, she placed ms in such a position that I could see no one approach- The Romance of Youth, My It has been many years. I shall not tell how many, since I accompanied my father on a journey to Western Virginia. Traveling had its pleasures then although before the days of steam. Gentlemen went on horseback, with saddle-bags containing a change of ciothing, or if more stylish, were followed respectful! • by a servant carrying a portmanteau, or if more stylish still, rumbled along in a double gig. It was iu the last and most convenient way that we undertook the journey of some hun dreds of miles. Whatever may be said in praise of modern improvements, I maintain there is nothing more pleasant than that old fashioned way of traveling. We made 30 or 35 miles a day, stopped at some pleasant little roadside inn about sundown, had a chat with the land lady, a game with the rosy-cheeked children, or took out a book and qnietly read, while the neat, busy housewife fried our chicken, made our biscuit and spread our comfortable meal. Then the early morning ride through the fresh air laden with the perfume of the forest trees. Mind and body were invigorated. Was anything to be seen, we could stop at will and resume tnejourney without anxiety lest we lose a train. I like well to get quickly to a long journey’s end when I have urgent business, but tor recreation or health give me the old day bv day jogging on without care or fear. ’ Thus "my fattier and I went on. One day I saw a faint blue streak on the hori zon. ‘Oh ! father, what is that, so beautiful ?’ e claimed I. ‘It is the Blue Ridge, my son; we will sleep at its foot to-night.’ The nearer we approached the more beauti ful did it appear. I defy anyone to look upon those grand old mountains without his heart 1 impressed upon my heart. Was it — ceuld it be risinc' up involuntarily in adoration of the Ma- ’ the being I loved mire than life? Sue raised Now said the mischevious girl: ‘Liok until I count one hundred. Do you see anything V ‘No.’ ‘ Well, wait till I count another hundred.’ And lo! the likeness of inv beautiful vision of the day before was smiling in my face. I started back. ‘ No not vet,’ said Miss Lucy. ‘Yes let him alone,’ murmured the sweetest tones I had ever heard. I turned bewilderei, and there she stood, the lovliest human form I had ever seen. I stool unable to move or speak. She held out her hand and said smiling: ‘Forgive my wild sisters. I am Siphy; you a-e Charley: we are cousins and will be no longer strangers. You have had enough of these mis chievous girls; come walk with me, and let them play their tricks on those who know how to take them.’ We walked together through the shady forest. She talked of the beauty of nature around us and gra lually overcame my awkwardness and shyness. Mv admiration of her increased each j moment until I again began to think her m ire j than mortal. Day after day passed—the morn- 1 ing walks, the afternoon rides, the evenings i with reading and music, made it seem to me a land of enchantment. I gradually lost my shy ness under Miss Sophy’s genial kindness. I I looked up to her more witka loration than love. At last we returned home through the beauti- ; ful valley of Virginia. Years must elapse before f can see it again. I was sent to Princeton; j graduated with first honor; wrote to Miss Sophy and sent her my speech, foolish fellow that I was. She, however, wrote me a most kind let ter of congratulation, which I preserved among my treasures. Taen.I was sent to a German col lege. I studied well. Although fond of litera ture, my studies were prompted by other feel ings than love of learning. The one aspiration which incited all others, was the hope of ren dering myself worthy of loving and being loved by the one I exalted above all others ou earth. I did not hear from my Virginia friends da ring the four years of my sojourn in Germany. I determined in returning to mate my first vis it where my heart had long been. My father was in Congress. I went direct to Washington to see him and arrange for my fu ture. The day after my arrival there, I met an old college mate. ‘You have come iu good time,’ said he; ‘to night is the great entertainment of the season and I can get you an iuvitation. You will see there the most beautiful woman you ever rest ed your eyes upon.’ ‘I guess not,’ said I, my thoughts reverting to her I thought the lovliest of women. We entered the roams of the secretary rather late. The crowd had assembled at the upper end of the rooms. A lady was about to take her seat at the piano. We elbowed our way through. We stood just opposite the musician. Wnat queen-like beauty appeared before me. The mag nificent dress, the diamonds sparkling on her forehead, disguised, in some degree, the image her eyes, saw me, hesitated a moment, advanc ed, extended her hand. ‘It must be Charlie ?’ ‘Yes—and you?’ ‘Mrs. Willi's.’ .Married?’ I faltered. ‘Yes.’ And so ended the romance of my youth. LITERARY FOOD. Hon. Hedom L. Angier, Mayor of Atlanta. half. The city gas expenses were reduced last year $3600. The expenses of the police depart ment were reducedSO.737.74. After a fierce strug gle,managed with admirable skill, tbe State Cap itol has been permanently located in Atlanta. Of course we do not accredit Mayor Angier individ ually with these achievements, as he had the co operation of well-appointed committees from an able board of Aldermen and Conncilmen. but they have been accomplished under his admin istration as Mayor. Dr. Angier is a devoted reader of the Scrip tures, and his religion is broad and liberal— holding that salvation belongs exclusively to no particular sect or creed, and that dogmas have little to do with man’s acceptance with his mak er, but that ‘to deal justly, love mercy, and walk humbly before God,' is the measure of divine requirements, and that ‘His mercy endureth for ever,’ and knows no bounds short of the vast universe, the work of His own hands. He is courteous and obliging as a citizen and neigh bor, and, while in some of his controversies with public evil-doers, in their violation of truth, law, and public trust, he has been severe in crit icism, yet he has respect for the honest opin ions of all, and leniency and compassion for common human frailties, in the home circle he is 4 genial, tender, affectionate—among his needy fellow-men charitable without ostenta tion. Such is Dr. N. L. Angier,—a man of honor and indexible integrity—of marked ability, in dustriously applied,—"the estimable citizen, af fectionate husband and father, and faithful friend,—the able, zealous, and honest official,— the character whom men delight to honor and Providence to approve. AmoiisTlie Mountains of North Dear Sunny South:—As a prelude to my visit to the mountains of North Georgia, permit me to relate an episode in regard to your paper. Hav ing secured a comfortable seat on the Atlantic and Western traiD, we unfolded the last number of the Sunny South and were soon deep in the fascinating story of “Wild Work." We had reached a certain paragraph wherein the heroine was represented as being in the greatest possi ble danger, when, mirabile dicta, a lady passen ger leaned forward saying 1 ‘If you are not read ing the Sunny South please let me see it for a moment.” Not reading it 1 No one ever told us that we were, as termed in common parlance, cross-eyed, yet we mnst have presented such an appearance, or else she would not have made such a remark. We were astounded at. her non chalance, and quietly passed the paper, which she returned at the expiration of a moment that contained 3,600 seconds. After a pleasant sojourn near Tilton, we joined a gay party en route for the Cohntta mountains. After eight hours ride in the roughest wagon that ever shattered the romantic dreams of a vis ionary mortal, we reached Spring Place, a veri table sleepy-hollow, surrounded by mountains, whose azure hue fully compensated us, by their fascinating beauty, for a tedious ride. Nature has been most benificent of her matchless gifts, here in old Georgia. At 5 o’clock we were at the foot of Fort Mountain, the tallest peak of the Cohutta range. Here we visited the well known buggy and wagon factory of King & Smith, and were initiated into the mysteries of ‘hub shap ing,’ ‘tie turning,’‘spoke turning,’etc., for which interesting visit we are indebted to the courtesy of admiration were heard from ail, our guide la conically remarked: ‘S’posen’ we was to ‘count er a big PAINTER on these rocks?’ ‘A painter! Oh, Mrs. C., wmdd'nt it be pleas ant to encounter a party of traveling artists. ’ ‘Traveling what 1 I sed a painter.’ We were puzzled by his remark until little Lena C. whispered: ‘He means a panther.’ Oh, shade of Webster, pity our consternation ! Again we resumed our slow ascent, which ice would never have accomplished had it not been for the strong arm of’Mr. Marion E , to whom we must ever be grateful for his patient forbear ance. Never did we more effectually break the tenth commandment. We certainly did covet Dr. Mary Walker’s last suit of clothes. On such an occasion dresses are a nuisance. At eleven o'clock our guide informed ns that we were ou the mountain, and not a hundred feet from the fort, from which the mountain takes its name. Simultaneously the crowd began the familiar song, ‘Hold the Fort for I am Coming,’ etc. In a few moments we were standing on the rock wail of the fort and began to discuss who had built the fort, and for what purpose. The Indi ans gave proof that DE SOTO BUILT IT, on his passage to the Mississippi, but there are various reasons assigned for its erection. One ot which is, that the Cuban Governor did it in order to protect his men from the attacks of the savages during his winter encampment upon this mountain. This being the case, De Boto must have been poorly versed in military tac tics, for while occupying the fort he would have been cut oil trom all communication with the outside world, for on all sides the mountain is walled in by almost inaccessible blufis, or sur rounded by deep gorges, hence the Indians, with twenty men could have prevented all ingress or egress to or from the fort. Then we must ac cept another reason assigned, it was intended as a memorial; which it will ever be it there is any power to re strain the avaricious adventurers who have al ready begun their work of destruction, in search of gold and silver ware. We wandered for an hour over the fort, secur ing curious anil pretty souvenirs for future care, while fancy enabled us to picture how in anoth er century some dark-eyed Spaniard had stood, perhaps upon this very spot, and sent forth some heartfelt, tender sonnet to that distant home, whose quiet luxury contrasted painfully with the rough wildness of his mountain camp. A short distance trom the fort was a spring of ice-cold water. Here we met with tne remain der ot our party, who had refused to climb the rocky cliff Now came the interesting hour of dinner, when our mountain guide approached us, bear ing a forked stick, containing several slices of meat, saying: ‘Here, young ‘un, fry that ar’.’ A battery of laughing eyes was leveled at us, but the ‘young ‘un’ would not be teased, and quietly approached the fire to fry that ar’. 1 Crossing over to another peak of the Cohutta, we encountered the gold diggers. Borne of our party were surprised to find such intelligent miners as Mr. McCully ana his English compan ions, who were most courteous and patient in answering the many inquiries of an inquisitive party. But the most vivid imagination could not have prepared us for the ludicrous appear ance of their ‘hut,’ which consisted of a con glomeration of pine tops, birch and maple bark and rocks. ker of all things. The next morning we rose before the dawn and slowly climbed the moun tain height. When we reached the top and turned to look upon the scene below, what a prospect was presented to our view. The ris ing sun threw a golden haze over ‘forest, Hood, and cultivated field,’ giving to it an almost heavenly hue. Oar excited feelings could only be shown by expressive silence. e descended into the beautiful valley of Virginia. My father j concluded to turn aside from his main route to visit an old friend and college mate whom he jiad not seen for wears. ., J - / V T think you will erjoy the visit,’ said he to ; By an unthinking class of individuals, the me. ‘I believe he has children about your age.’ j caption of this brief sketch will scarcely be un- i We slowly dragged up hill and down. Upon i derstood at a glance, much less appreciated. turning sharp round tbe foot of one which rose However, I’ll endeavor to simplify the subject ! almost perpendicularly in front of us, we came ■ to suoh a degree that if this very class will read upon one of the most beautiful views I ever be- they will perceive at once how essential it is to , held. But I gazed not upon the prospect; my •think,’ and thereby allow the powers of compre- J eyes were immediately fixed upon the most j hension to enlarge, beautital object I had ever seen. It was a fe- , The brain of man, in its natural perfection of male figure standing on a ledge of the rock on structure is capable of much more labir than j the possessors of such brains care to enforce, allowing untold mental ability to be forever lost. To give the brain its proper food is a matter of no meagre consideration; food that will di- the hillside, and Ne'er did Grecian ehisel chase, A nymph, a naiad, or a grace, Of finer form or fairer face.’ In one hand she held a basket of wild flowers, j g 0S [ an q leave strength of thought and concep- with the other she was slowly waving her straw Hon j n elements of the brain. We search hat, thus disheveling her fair hair, which glanc ed like sunbeams around her sweet face. We haa but a moment to look at this apparition for it disappeared behind a clump of cedars.^ ‘Is it a fairy, Father? whispered I. ‘No only a pretty piece of flesh and blood, quietly re- j turned the old man,' Surely nothing mortal can b* so beautiful,’ insisted I. Ha only smil- j ed, saying, ‘we shall see; I suspect she is the i Colonel’s daughter.’ We rode on in silence, I, | thinking of every beautiful woman I had ever read of. I was full of my classics. They brought before me a draamol ‘Fair Women.’ Minervat —No, too delicate for her.—Diana, no, too gentle —Venus, no, too pure—Cleopatra—oh ! no, I would not name them together. My meditation was cut short by our driving up to Colonel Bmith's gate and my Father telling me to jump out and open it. What a prosaic termination to my romantic revery. We were cordially re- cieved and at once made to feel we were in the home of a friend. We were immediately shown to our rooms that we might get rid of our travel stains before being presented to the assembled family. I must admit I brushed my hair a lit tle more assidiously and tied my cravat more carefully than was my wont, yet did not feel sat isfied with myself, although I must plead guilty to a little personal vanity. On entering the parlor I was introduced to two pretty girls, but in vain my eyes searched the room lor the love ly vision I had seen on the mountain side. A deep feeling of disappointment depressed me. I was at the age to be awkward and shy, and made, lam sure a very unfavorable impression on the two lovely girls who tried to entertain me. At last my father said in his brusque way. ‘Are these all your daughters? We saw a very handsome young lady on the hill side as we eame down, and thought she might be one of your children.' ‘ My oldest daughter walked home with some young neighbors this evening,’ said Col. Bmith ‘You may have seen her; she will return to morrow and I will take pleasure in introduc ing her to you-’ Again I was all excitement and expecitation. In vain were the good natured efforts of the ladies to engage me in conversation. I saw my father was chagrined at my appearing so badly before his old friend, I was the pride of his heart. The old gentleman gently reproved me for it when we went to our rooms. I went to bed down cast and mortified. The next morning the elders of the party rode off on horseback: the young ladies proposed I should walk with them to a mineral spring, which bubbled out from the side of the moun tain not far off They tried to amuse me, but they became uncomfortable, tor I was still too shy and abashed to join in their merry talk. We soon reached the spring and sat down on the mossy bank beside it. Suddenly Miss Lucy sprang up from her half reclining position and exclaimed: ‘ This spring posseses wonderful properties. If you stoop over it without moving head or the market for the most wholesome food, the article that will insure most vigor and muscle to our physical structure, then why not search the literary market for brain food? the effect is quite as marked. A literary paper iu a household is more tell- ng in its good effects than that of beefsteak bought for years. Please do not understand me as advising yon to abandon your beefsteak, oh, no, we would soon have no brains if we did not have some beef; but a gentle (medium is what I would suggest, less meat, more literary food. -The local papers of different or various towns and cities abound in matters of local movements, light gossip, and sometimes furnish correct in form .tion regarding financial interests and the political status of the day; the two latter items very good for paterfamilias, letsnch persons pat ronize these papers. I really advise them to give newspapers their real and merited support. But the household, where can it procure brain food? Not in newspapers—certainly not. A fine and well edited literary paper contains re- eherehe articles of science, philosophy, and art. even the romances in such papers fnraish fine and elegant food for the brain, as there are soul stirring writers who bring to our view, wonder ful beautiesin nature, seemingly before hidden. Buell writers portray the emotions of the human heart in such lifelike vividness that the reader immediately grasps an idea, and enlarges it by observing the vast difl'erencesof emotions throb bing in the breasts of the otherwise resembling mass of humanity. To feed the brain has ever been the requisite of all civilized nations. It is an essential nec essary to form a basis to a solid edifice of fame. “A mind without culture,like a pile with out inhabitants, to ruin tends,” hence see the importance of selecting “literary food.” Gather a sufficient comprehension of science; cultivate au appreciation of art, add thereto a tolerance for philosophy, thereby learning to reason from causes to effect. Partake, with a well ordered appetite, of Scriptural matter serv ed from the columas of a literary paper. Hav ing followed the above directions, mark the as tonishing good results in the home circle, where there are daughters whose minds will ex pand into an excellent store-house of pure and varied information; sons who will better un derstand the cultivation of noble characteristics of perfect manhood. The mother—-observe the placid smile of satisfaction that beams from her countenance as she watches day by day the marvelous good effects ot literary food,partaken, from the columns of a first-class literary paper. The father of such a family does not regret the dollars and cents dropped into the subscription fund for a literary paper that yields such an abundant harvest of literary culture. Alice Chester. July 21st 1STS. In the way of worship in hot weather, a man thinks he is doing well enough when he allows his wife to go to church.