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JOHN B. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor W. B. SEALS, - Proprietor and Cor. Editor. HRS. MARY K. BRYAN (•) Associate Editor. ATLANTA, GEORGIA, AUGUST 31, 1878. The Red Cross. See the Red Mark on your pa per. It means that your subscription is out, and that we hope you will find it convenient to renew right away. Send along §2.50 without delay, and avoid missing a number of the paper. Dennis Kearney in a Cotton Fac tory.—On bis recent visit to Lowell, Dennis Kearney, the famous Californian agitator and ad vocate of working men’s rights, had his first sight of an Eastern Cotton Factory. Accompa nied by his friend Carl Brown and the ihevita- ble reporter, he went through all the depart ments of the immense slave-shop, his indigna tion rising as he noted the pale faces and weary looks of the women and children operatives and learned that for their monotonous work of tend ing the looms and spinning machines, they received but sixty cents per working day of ten hours. ‘It is slavery of a worse kind than any we have among our Chinese' cried the Californian. With the unceasing whirr and click of the ma. chinery stunning his ears and the linty, unwhole some air stifling his lungs, the agitator turned from a slender girl he had been questioning and exclaimed to his friend. The Yellow Fever Seourgc-Man’s Humanity to Man.—‘Man’s inhumanity to man makes thosands mourn’ sings the poet of a past century, and there are many pessimists who would have us believe that inhumanity is ever on the increase; but to those, who cry out that the shell of selfishness is constantly hard ening over our civilzation, and that ‘every man for himself’ is becoming the supreme law, the recent wide spread sympathy in behalf of the yellow fever sufferers, and the prompt pecuni ary aid sent to them by communities and indi viduals, affords a striking rebuke. More than all do the efforts of the brave and self sacrific ing benevolent associations to alleviate sickness and distress, show that ‘man’s humanity to man,’ still exists and ‘countless thousands' are the recipient of its power to save, to soothe and con sole. In New Orleans the fever rages at the rate of fifty-eight deaths in a day. Business is sus pended and great suffering exists among the poor. The little riverside city of Grenada is absolutely crushed in the grasp of a plague of unprecedented malignance. Five per cent of its population are dead with fever, men are dropping in the streets, negroes dying ‘like sheep with the dry rot. In Memphis all who can get away are flying from the city, and the fever rages. In Vicksburg new cases are multi plying and the death rate averages twenty-two per day. There is a call for help from all these sorely scourged cities. The noble Howards and other benevolent societies stand to their post, through danger and fatigue and death, but they ask for outside aid, for money to procure food, nurses, and medicines. And their call is promptly responded to. Boston, New York and Chicago send liberal donations. Philadel phia contributes generously, George Childs and Drexel sending each $500. St. Louis, Cleve land, Petersburg, Chattanooga, Montgomery, Columbus Ga., Atlanta and other towns have fowarded aid to the stricken cities. From San Francisco comes a contribution of a thousand dollars, with additional large donations by the Jews, to be distributed by the Hebrew Relief Association of New Orleans. Norfolk has also come forward with a noble offering. It is this cordial response to the call of hu manity, this thrill of sympathy at the cry of distress, that makes us feel that the electric chain of brotherhood that binds us is not yet broken. Man is not indifferent to the suffering of bis brother man. At the call of the afflicted no questions are asked, no differences of partvi or section or worldly station are coSsidered. Itl is man appealing to his brother, and in spite of financial stringency, the appeal is heeded and man proves himself to have a heart in his breast As the big souled Greely would say: ‘It is a good fact; let it be remembered. Our American Court—a Prophetic Picture.—The prospective putting forward of Grant for the third term of the Presidency is thought by many to be preliminary to a change of government, a Napoleonic coup and assump tion of kingly privileges on the part of the ex- tanner, and an elevation of his friends and kins folks to the rights and titles of the noblesse. In this light his European tour and the trumpeting abroad through paid press-retainers of his tri umphal progress was a bit of keen sighted policy, intended to impress American Snobo- cracy with the belief that his contact with crowns and courts had rubbed off no small de gree of the gilding of royalty upon his repub lican person. In view of the prospective mon archy, and in the summer dearth of other sensations, various journals have indulged in fancy pictures of the future American Court. In this burlesque painting, Piatt is of course ahead. Here is part of his sketch: Our refined, cultivated neighbor, the Repub lican, would be the court reporter. Herr Burgo master Clapp in silk tights and diamond-buckled shoes, under a huge cocked hat, resembling an extinguisher, would have his corps of accom plished and polished pen-drivers on hand to report items something of this sort: liis Imperial Majesty, at 9:30 a. m. precisely, graciously took a pinch of snuff. At 9:30 Lord Roscoe 'Conkling was observed to sneeze. His Imperial Majesty, at G:25, deigned most graciously to sneeze, and all the court exclaim ed, ‘God bless him.’ Lord Roscoe Conkling turned a somersault. Dowager Duchess Poppy Taft, Guardian of the Night-shirt and High Custodian ox the Boot- jack, drove to the Summer palace with his I. H. Prince Frederick. The D. D. Poppy Taft brought the sweet Prince to the Imperial palace in hie arms, exhausted from the fatigues of the day. The clan Cameron, represented by the chief, Don Cameron, and a tail appeared at the Im perial palace, bearing tribute, at 11 a. m. yester day. The tribute was made up principally of old rye, which His Imperial Majesty was pleas ed to commend highly. His Imperial Higness was pleased to observe that the clan Cameron had resumed the Highland costume, and there by dispensed with the panatloon, and H. I. M. condescended to say that this made kicking the more effective. High Admiral Lord Secor Robe son remarked smiling, that this was a joke; but the clan Cameron did not laugh. To illustrate, His Imperial Majesty kicked the venerable Chief Simon. The V. C. kicked the deputy High Chief Don, and the D. H. C. kicked the delegation. There may be courts in Europe that' vie with ours in grandeur and state cere mony, but none that approach the Emperor of the Yankee Doodles in cheerfulness. At the reception last night Lady Gail Hamil ton appeared in her favorite costume of a blanket Indian armed with tomahawk and scalp ing knife. It was observed that none approached her but bald-headed courtiers, and it was thought best to avoid any temptation to this lady. She was assisted by Lady Agnes Jenks and Lady Eliza Pinkston. Sir Pig-Iron Kelley, now restored to the Im perial favor; danoed with his usual grace and agility, with the belle of New Orleans, a quad roon of vast proportions. H. I. Majesty, assisted by Prince Frederick, knighted sixteen commoners by mashing their noses and blacking their eyes. He raised Sir Landaulet Williams to the peerage with a kiok. This is the delicate and tasteful way in which court that is to be will go to record. * ‘Sixty cents a day for a tender woman to stay here and make life hideous. My God! Brown its awful. Let’s leave it. Mr. Reporter, put this down, that this is a terrible place to raise the mothers of future freeman. The next ge nera- tion must become a race of Lilliputians and im beciles, for no girl raised in such a place can impart a strong form or an independent mind to her offspring. We’ll, change this shortly. The day at is hand when with God’s help, their fathers, brothers, or husbands will support them or else these stock jobbers, who are now spending their thousands at Long Branch,shall pay them a decent share of their dividends.' In the carding room, Kearney’s quick glanc ing eye was caught by a pale little bare foot boy in patched shirt sleeves, who was attending to two machines. Stepping up to him and taking his morsel of a hand, the leader of the working man’s movement asked: ‘How old are vou.Son- ney ?’ ‘Going on eleven.’ ‘Merciful God! a white child a slave at eleven, and men slain to free the black man! It is infamous; it is outrageous. But the laws are to blame and not the poor pa rents. Under just laws made by the peopla themselves, such things could not exist. The poor could then support their children.’ On seeing the number of able bodied men at work in the factory at wages so small they could lay by nothing for sickness or loss of place, or even burial expenses, Kearney said: ‘Why do they not go on farms ?’ On the Superin tendent saying that they would not work on farms if given them, and attributing the hard times to an over-production of food and clothing, said Kearney: ‘Give idle men farms and the means to get on to them,and see if they won’t work. The trouble is due to class legis lation; the laws are all on one side like a jug handle. And as for over-production, sir, the on- ly over-production lean find is the over-produc tion of the blamed fools that preach it and swal low it. There is no over-production while one man is naked and another hungry.’ Kearney is said to be an uneducated man,but a remark he is reported to have made in the Lowell factory shows he is sufficiently cultured to appreciate the value of brain work. He was in th6 pentoerapbing room watching the pro-j cess of etching ‘designs on copper for piints. On being told by the lady operator that the wa ges paid her was a dollar a day,he said: ‘A Chi naman's wages for an artist! It’s rascally!' The operatives, most of them, knew it was Kearney who was talking to them and when he moved away,wistful eyes followed him and the women said to each other: ‘I hope he will be able to do us some good.’ God knows some helper is needed to.come to the aid of working women who labor so hard and so faithfully and whose work is so poorly paid, whose wages (always less than those which men receive for the same kind of work no better done) are doled out to them grudgingly, often with rudeness amounting to insult. It is hardly like ly that Kearney is ihe Messiah of the working men and women, but he may be the one ‘sent beforehand with all his coarseness and fanati cism, he may be charged with a mission to rouse caj italists and rich emp'oyers from their indolent self-engrossment and sting them into a consci ousness that the workmen who fill their bloated purses, are of the same mind and flesh and have the same rights as themselves,and that the work of these should not be done under conditions of pain and imperfect health and restricted devel opment, because their scant pay allow’s them to afford themselves no margin for rest and recrea tion, no money to procure wholesome food and comfortable lodging. Cl Olifl Pictures —The most prosaic ap preciate clouds as dispensers of moisture on the earth. Your practical farmer, in whose mental ‘make up’ there is not the faintest tinge of im agination, gazes with interest at the summer cloud as it rolls proudly onward to the grandest of all music, and glittering with a fearful dis play of electricity. In it he recognizes the har binger of well-filled barns, the promise of food for man and beast. But full of interest as are the clouds when surcharged with the most indi- spensible of earthly blessings,it is not thus that the poetic imagination loves best to contemplate them. Most beautiful are they when floating like great birds over the deep azure of the sky, they are continually changing their fantastic forms, now looming up in vast folds, and anon molting into the air. As we sit idly watching this celestial pageantry, imagination busies it self in shaping them into the scenes and inci dents of real life. One seems a warrior equip ped with casque and shield and brandishing a mighty sword; another, with arm uplifted in a sublime gesture, seems an orator uttering some stirring appeal wl.ich shall convince the intel lects and enthuse the hearts of listening thou sands. There appears a king with the royal crown upon his brow and with sceptre uplifted he stands in the attitude of command. Again, a bride cometh forth with snowy drapery and fleecy veil, and as we gaze we seem almost to hear the vows of love and devotion which shall bind heart and hand ‘until death do them part. And there is a cloud shaping itself into the last scene of earth—the shroud and pall, with a form meekly folding its arms in rest. All these scenes and hundreds of others does the fancy in its dream-like spell delight to weave from the mass es of white winged clouds. Thank God for the clouds. Not alone are they His appointed agen cies for giving us bread from heaven, but they feast the eye with over varying tints and forms of beauty. We would say onoe more, in reply to ques tions, that Mrs. Bryan’s editorials have a star (*) affixed to them. Butler and the Workingman.—The General's Latest Speech. — Butler’s name in the South has stood as a sydonym of all that was detestable, and ten years ago, it would have seemed an utter impossibility that he could have ever been spoken of with toler ance by a Southern man or woman. Buried under obliquy, it was never thought he could have risen one jot in Southern estima tion. But there was too much force and tal ent and faith in himself in the Massachusetts politician for him to be kept under. To-day, he is the most conspicuous figure in our polit ical arena, and his boldness, and ingenuity challenge one’s admiration. Though the man himself fails to command our respect, he is none the less a curious and interesting study. Our people can forgive much to boldness and acumen. Butler has shown both in his recent course, and however much we may distrust him, and look out for the cloven foot under all this show of honesty and inde dance, we must certainly award him praise for his shrewdness, and keen-sightedness—quali ties belonging to age and experience,but which he combiaes with a vigor and ardor worthy of some youthful aspirant for political leadership. In his late extraordinary speech at Biddeford, he openly cuts loose from the Republican party and allies himself with the workingman’s move ment. He takes the laboring men to his bos om, and grasps the hand of Californian Kear ney, the fanatical apostle of the men who live by the sweat of their brows. What this may mean can only be discerned by those who pos sess preternatural insight and can see through the muddle of American politics. It may be that Ben Butler with his undoubted acumen perceiveB that the two old parties are virtually defunct, and that the brace of Phoenixes that shall rise from their ashes will be two parties founded on the claims of labor on the one hand and capital on the other. He determines to identify himself thus early with the one he be lieves will be most powerful, that he may be come its leader, and be recognized as its foun der. In his Biddeford speech, after repeating his former assertions that the Republican party had betrayed the people and the laboring-class which brought it into power, and put them un der the feet of the Capitalists and bond holders, after declaring that every law, made by the Republican party since Grant went into the White House has been for the rich and against the poor, he goes on to define his position, to show where he stands, which was quite neces sary for a man who so often changes his base and who so evidently believes with Emerson that ‘consistency is the virtue of fools and Bar- row heads,’ and that ‘with consistency a great mind has nothing to do.’ Says the ex-Democrat, ex-Republican, ex-Hayes man: ‘the Democratic and Republican party to-day are one and the same. The platform of the two parties do not differ. The Republican platform of Main and the Democratic platform of Delaware are the same upon the of Q great question of finance. Cpoii cue caVin*n'-o'nii<*u the old parties J;ffcx very little. ThJgreenback party is the party of the poor; the Democratic and Republican par ties of the rich, I love the laboring man—the prince of the earth. I despise the worthless na bob and the communistic tramp. Specie pay ments cannot be resumed in 1879, with 207,000- 000 in gold and 700,000,000 of greenbacks. Gold is not money. Like any other commodity it varies. Our great financial disasters have been caused by the withdrawals of gold by England. The bank of England stops the departure of gold by a higher rate of discount. I want a dol lar issued by the United States, with the stamp of the United States government upon it. t don’t want it redeemable in anything. I want it based simply upon the faith of the grandest government the sun ever shone upon. I want it non-exportable. The dollar of the world is the catchword ofShylock, the Jew. There is no such thing as a measure of values. The French yard is thirty-nine inches, ours is thir ty-six inches. I want $400,000,000 to take in the national currency. I want the bonds paid aDd cancelled. I want all the foreign bonds brought home. Let them be distributed here. We pay the interest. Let us pay it at home,if for no other object than to tax the income. I am for an inconvertible currency, called the green back, which fought our war, whicn paid our soldiers and their orphans, which is at once the engine and exempter of industry. Society is not divided between capital and labor,. but into capital, enterprise and labor. There is no an tagonism between enterprise and labor, but there is between enterprise and capital. I want all property equally taxed as lightly as possible just once and no more. We now have nearly $2,000,000,000 bonds untaxed. The rich bond holder enjoys all the privileged class. England has for years taxed her bonded debt. I want that mortgaged property should not be taxed but once. My platform is equal rights, equal powers, equal privileges, equal burdens and equal taxes for all men under the law. * Hilk and Fever.—'A writer in the New Orleans Times contends that sweet milk is very injurious to young children,and asserts that the yellow fever has been most prevalent and fatal among children who drank milk. He says milk is not a natural food for this climate, that it is too rich for a summer diet and develops bilious complaint. What does Dr. Wilson ol our Health Department say to this? Another correspondent of New Orleans shows that the practice among boys of ‘going in swimming’ is now almost al ways followed by fatal fever. The same prac tice here seems to have been conducive of bil ious fever. In and around Stone Mountain, where bilious fever is unusually prevalent and severe this season, a great number of the cases among children, says Dr. Hamilton, had their origin in bathing in mill ponds. Several boys in one family were taken down at once after a mill pond bath. Doubtless the time of bathing when over heated, or the exposure to the sun or the remaining in the water too long, was to blame for the evil consequences, and not the mere act of bathing. But there are plenty of old men and ladies who will shake their heads at this and tell you that to get wet or bathe in dog days is ‘rank pizen’ to the human animal, * Tlie X. ©. Times urges the owners of Street Railroads to give free passes to the physicians who are giving their services gratuitously in aid of the work of the Howard Association that noblo fraternity who are caring for the fever sufferers of New Orleans. The free passes Bhould have been given from the first. * Girls and lee Cream.—Girls, poor dear creatures are (as a class) almost always impe cunious. Having no way of making money (un" less they have moral courage enough to brave Madam Grundy and join the army of ‘working girls’) and their petitions to papa for a ‘little change' meeting usually a gruff response, it fol lows' that the pretty portmonnaies they tuck away in their ornamented pockets are often empty as a newspaper puff, or the prayer of a fashionable Christian. And the girls have plenty of needs, real or imagined; but better let these remain ungratified than be too ready to accept favors, involving pe cuniary obligations from miscellaneous gentle, man acquaintances. Gloves and bouquets, the atre tickets and pink ices are very nice things, but self-respect and perfect freedom of speech and action are far better, and these are some times marred by the sense of small obligations thoughtlessly incurred. The young girl who has been regaling herself on ice cream or beer, or has just drawn on a pair of gloves paid for by her escort, does not feel quite at liberty to re sent any familiarity on his part, and is almost bound to listen complacently to his love-making. Evan where there is no familiarity nor love- making the sense of obligation has a shade of uncomfortableness in it to a right-minded girl, particularly if there is any suspicion that the gentleman felt the offering of such attentions a kind of social duty. And the truth is, there are girls (few let us hope) who are pretty sure to make their escort feel that it is expected of him to be liberal of such favors. There are girls who levy taxes on the purses of their admirers, some times under the cover of ‘bets’ philopenas or other pretexts, but often openly. And if the in vitations to buggy-drives, concerts, ice cream, etc., are not forthcoming,the young man is voted ‘mean and stingy,’ while the one who taxes his purse or strains his credit for their pleasure is praised in all the extravagant terms character istic of the vocabulary of average young lady hood. Knowing this, the young man who wish" es to economize or has no money to spend in useless ways, often avoids the company of young women, fearing to be involved in expense, and thus Rioses the pleasure and improvement he might find in the society of ladies not of this thoughtless order. Jennie June, inherSeptem- ber ‘Talk with Girls,’ gives some sensible advice to those who, because they are engaged, think it right and proper to put themselves under small financial obligations to their promised husbands. She says: Suppose that their interests have become iden tical, and that- what he has he is quite willing she should have a share of; does he look upon it as more of less than paying a mortgage upon what is to be his own property ? Does it not falsify and degrade the position of the girl from the moment she enters wedlock and takes upon herself new duties as wife ? Is it possible to maintain freedom of speech and action under the pressure of financial obligation, for which there is no possibility of recognizable equiva lent. As a wife who performs her duty in caring for her husband’s house, maintaining his s<>cial re-^ iations and becoming the mother of hi) child-’’ ren, a woman has a perfect right to an equal di vision of the income, after the family expenses have been provided for, There is no depend ence and no obligation in this. Her position is one of perfect equality, and her moral right to a share in whatever the labor of her husband produces, is undoubted, wheth er the legal right be acknowledged or not. But the establishment of such claims, the acceptance of such obligations before marriage, puts a yoke around the neck of the girl, which remains and becomes heavier and more burdensome to the woman. Moreover, it is not necessary to remind, even the youngest girl readers, how few of these immature and preliminary acquaintanceships and relations ever grow into important and per manent ties; while under the influence of this noxious custom of receiving and conferring money favors, a world of slights, miseries and mortifications, annoyances and humiliations arise, whose mischievous consequences not un- frequently pursue their victim, till the grave closes over her head. It would be too much to say that the taking so much for granted, the willingness of girls to let Tom, Dick, or Harry pay their society bills, as the case may be, is the cause of the falling off in the number of marriages, and the general un willingness on the part of young men to assume domestic responsibilities, but it is certainly true that it has discredited the actual character of young women, and done great injustice to their real strength, and true unselfishness of heart and purpose. What I would have girls do is, to keep their birth-right, their real independence, their loyal womanhood, their true nobility, as a possession and an inheritance for their children, and not rid themselves of all that is most precious in life and character for the sake of a few poor dishes of ice-cream, of very doubtful benefit to their digestion, and adornments which add noth ing to the grace of their youth or the freshness of their beauty.” * Jlosiii—The new work of Henry Greville, which begins to-day in the “ Sunny South,” is a Russian story. The author, H. Greville—her true name is Madame Durand—has been living in Russia for a long period of time; she is familiar with the life of all classes in that Northern country, and is especially conversant with the manners of high life, among which she has been moving. But being a stranger in Russia, her impressions have been more vivid and her imagin ation seizes at once the difference existing between Russia and the more meridional countries of Eur ope. Many things which would have passed un noticed by a Russian writer—as Tourgenieff, for instance, who always depicts his people with his own native propossessions, had, forMme. Durand, the attraction of novelty, and she did not fail to give them a place in her work. Hence her cap tivating descriptions of the young officers’ life in camp, the regattas, Karskoe-Selo, the skating scenes on the Neva, and many other episodes of daily life. The work is full of emotion, acute penetration and true sensibility ; it has been well conceived, well executed, and is, besides, perfectly moral. Dosia will be a relieving contrast to dramatic sensations, and complicated wonders and extrava gances of too many romances nowadays. The Louisville Industrial Exposi tion.—The Sixth Annual Exposition of Louis ville, Ky., will open on the 3rd of September and continue till the 10th of October. The attrac tions and pleasures promise to exceed in variety and excellence those of any former exhibition in that famous city. Many thanks to the efficient Secretary, E. A. Maginnis, for a ticket. A Former Toast of London Soci ety,—The extravagant admiration that London flings at the feet of its present feminine idol— Mrs. Langtry—the ‘peerless Jersey Lily,’ as she is called—reminds one of the admiration be stowed on another, who was the rage in a past generation, bewitching, gifted and unfortunate Caroline Lamb. She, like Mrs• Langtry, shortly after her marriage, came to London, had her beauty and eccentricities brought into notice by some quill-driver, or some masculine court ora cle, and at once became the fashion, and, as Hep- worth Dixon tells us, ‘the belle of her season, the toast of her set, the star of her firmament,’ with the Prince of Wales to stand sponsor to her baby and beg as a favor that it should be named after him. Caroline Lamb had far better claims to dis tinction than those possessed by the tall, rather inane woman whose dresses and poses are imita ted by women and chronicled by reporters. Lady Caroline was original, brilliant, full of va riety and with an electric charm of look and manner. She is described as slender and grace ful in figure, with small regular features, a pale complexion, dark expressive eyes in striking contrast with short thick golden hair, a grave look which emphasized her odd sparkling talk, and a voice whose low tones had such unusual sweetness that they captivated the indifferent and ‘disarmed even her enemies.’ ‘She was fond of saying startling things, to which a slight lisp gave additional piquancy. William Harness was dancing with her at a great ball, when she confounded him by demanding; ‘Gueth how many pairth of thilk stockingth I have on?’ His wit not being equal to the divi nation, she raised her skirts above a pretty an kle, and pointing to a little foot, said, ‘Thix.’ When old enough to disregard the doctor’s em bargo on study, Lady Caroline had learnt with avidity, though without system. She soon ac quired French and Italian, music and painting, could write an ode of Sappho, or dash off a spir ited caricature. She rode and wrote as fearless ly as she talked. No wonder William Lamb, once attracted by a girl so bewitching and orig inal, found all others commonplace. ‘The young lawyer had loved her for years. So soon as he had become heir to the Melbourne title and estates, he had hastened to lay his brighter fortunes at Lady Caroline’s feet. To his amazement she refused him, alleging that she feared her violent temper would wreck their happiness. But to his still greater amazement she added a wish to accompany him in boy’s clothes and act as his secretary. ‘He again proposed, and unhappily, he was not again refused—‘because,’ she says, ‘I adored him.’ The bridegroom soon had cause to ad mit how reasonable were the grounds on which his first offer had been rejected. Although mar riage was her absolutely free choice, the bride, according to her own account, was seized during the ceremony with one of her ungovernable fits of passion. ‘I stormed at the bishop,’ she says, ‘tore my valuable dress to pieces, and was car ried nearly insensible to the carriage which was to convey me forever from my home.’ This storm apparently cleared the atmosphefe. The honeymoon passed peacefully. The young couple rode and read together, and she used to refer to that quiet time, when ‘William taught me all I knew,’ as the happiest of her life. On their return to London, Lady Caroline at once became the ‘rage.’ The flattery she received was enough to turn a steadier brain, but love and admiration for her husband kept her safe. They sympathised in literary tastes—till Lady Caroline fell under the evil influence of the ‘Sa tanic School,’ whose manufactured melancholy her husband ridiculed—and in seeking the so ciety of literary people. ‘While she was still ‘the cynosure of neighbor ing eyes,’ Byron—called by Hepworth Dixon ‘beautiful and deadly as nightshade’—returned from Italy. Tbe manuscript of ‘Childe Harold’ wa3 lent to Lady Caroline by Rogers, and she became crazy to see the poet. ‘He has a club foot, and bites his nails,’ said Rogers. ‘If he is ugly as lEsop, I must know him,’ she answered. Lady Westmoreland offered to introduce them at a ball, but with an impulse of aversion Lady Caroline turned away, noting him in her diary as ‘mad, bad, and dangerous to know.’ She changed her opinion when, on Byron’s first call at Melbourne House, he held her sleeping child on his knee for more than an hour, lest by mov ing he should wake him. For nearly a year his visits were incessant. He had a real regard for Lady Melbourne, whom he called ‘ the best friend he ever had—a second mother’—yet played at being in love with her daughter-in- law. On Lady Caroline’s part it was not play, but lamentable earnest. There was much grat ified vanity at first on both sides. Rank and Ion had an irresistible charm for Byron. To win the unconcealed devotion of a woman brilliant and beloved, whose wildest follies had never compromised her before, was a triumph even for the fashionable Apollo whom ‘the women suffo cated.’ ‘But it was a triumph of which he speedily tired. ‘These violent delights have violent ends.’ Real thunder and lightning soon issued from the atmosphere of artificial gloom both rev elled in. ‘The misery brought by this extravagance on her husband and herself was only too genuine. Byron, with his mock-madness and callous heart, could pass unscathed through many such entanglements; at the root of Lady Caroline’s follies lay the germ of real insanity and the mis guided fervor of a loving nature. Byron, in af ter-years, with his customary cynicism, deliber ately misstated facts in order somewhat to ex onerate his own conduct.’ * The Fever.'-in Grenada, Paducah, Fort Eads and other up river towns seems to be of a far more malignant tvpe.than that prevail ing in New Orleans. A letter from Grenada says it resembles in every particular that deadly plague which scourged Shreveport five years ago. We are of the opinion that the greater or less malignance of the fever depends upon the sanitary condition of the location on which it fastens. In smaller towns there is apt to be gross neglect of s anitary measures, especially of draining and the removal of garbage, the latter being usually dumped down at some little dis tance from the town, often in a pond or wet place where it lies festering and generating disease. In Grenada the fever is said to have origanated from opening an old sewer and a traveler writes ‘All along the railroad are cess pools of stagnant water from which rise a hori- ble deadly stench and every out house we visit ed was filthy beyond description.' * • ^T 3 ,' Maf y A‘ Livermore is having a very joyable vacation in Europe. She has visi Itaiy, Switzerland, Germany, Belgium, Holla and France, and is, at last advices, in Engla where she has been lecturing.