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“FOR SWEET CHARITY*” A Varied and Charming Entertain ment—a Humorous Lecture. On the evening of Sep. 10, there was a delight- 1 * a “ d successful entertainment given at Col iege Chapel, Gainesville for the benefit of yellow eV * r ^ ^ufferers. This pleasant afiair was sug gested by one given about two weeks since at " ew Holland Springs, which was a complete success, both artistically and financially and was arranged by Mr. H. H. Colquitt, ably assisted w 7V J ,° r and Mrs - Jno. D. Munnerlyn, Mr. W. . an ^ others. The entertainment at uainesville was a much more public and am- ltious affair, and realized a handsome sum for roe reltef of the fever stricken which will be e t forward without delay. It was under the t g ! n ? en A of Mre - p * H - L. Cohen of Augusta, assisted by the guests of the Piedmont Hotel, and the hotel at New Holland Springs and several jaaies and gentlemen from Gainesville. The hall, priuting, etc., were freely donated so . a r_ -here was absolutely no expense connected with the affair and the relief it extends will drop as treely ‘as the gentle dew of Heaven.’ lo give an idea of the literary, musical and dramatic talent employed it is necessary only to give the programme with a word of comment here and- there. The evening opened with an overture by the Piedmont Hotel band which was very acceptably rendered. Second an in- strumental duet (two pianos) MisBes Lake and omith of Macon. Their selection was a medley introducing many sweet airs and played with much skill. Third, recitation of ‘The Haven’ by Miss Hattie Trammell of Gainesville, a young lady whose elegant figure and intel lectual expression of her lovely face adds much to the fine manner and dramatic earnestness of her delivery. Fourth, song ‘Waiting,’ by Miss Hutt of Gainesville, whose bird-like trills will haunt the memory. Fifth, recitation of Tenny son’s powerful poem, ‘Two Sisters,’ by Mr. H. H. Colquitt - Mr. Colquitt has a rich penetrat ing voice and a fine conception of the tragic -orce of Tennyson’s grand poem and his thor ough naturalness and freedom from rant render ed his recitation particularly pleasing. Sixth, vocal duet Major and Mrs. Munnerlyn accompa nied on the piano by Miss Wellborn Colquitt, herself a distinguished musician. Major and Mrs. M. had the good taste to sing one of the sweet old bailards ‘Meet me by Moonlight Alone’ and I am sure it was never more beautifully sung even on the concert stage. Mrs. M’s voice is tender and fiute-like, with which the rich, sonorous tones of the Major’s fine baritone charmingly accords. Following this came a recitation of Adelaide Proctor's, ‘A Legend of Bergeny’ — considered by the critical audience, the gem of the performance. This was render ed by Miss Georgia Ball of your city, and I need scarcely tell Atlanta readers that it was ex- quisitly recited. Miss B. has a very cultivated and winning voice, enhanced by her lovely pres ence. Her recitation received much applause and a boquet of vivid, beautiful flowers from some Hall County admirer. Music by the orches tra— afterwards an original lecture by Mr. W. W. Colquitt, who has made quite a reputation dur ing his stay here by his brightness, originality and wit. As the lecture is short and two good to be lost to a larger public I crave space for it here. ‘And Cain went into the land of Nod and took unto himself a wife.’ ‘Why in the good old days of Adam and Eve mutton should have been a more acceptable offer ing than a cocoa-nut or a squash sacred histo ry does not record, yet it is nevertheless true that Cain’s little vegetable dinner was chucked aside and the little lamb that followed Able to school was a sacrifice that was meet; nor was it at all extraordinary that Cain’s dander should have risen, for didn’t he during the spring have to plough and distribute Baugh’s super-phosphate, while in the summer he had to use his old dry goods to make a scare-crow and his little needle- gun to frighten away the larv.-e of the caterpillar from his cotton and the crows from his corn- patch ? On the othor hand Able had simply no business to transact. Wool had not then been utilized for making green striped grenadines and a fig leaf uniform (summer style) was the only costume then in vogue. Cain seeing that truck-farming was not remunerative and also not | acceptable, desired a more lucrative vocation; | having figured awhile on sheep farming, it pan- i ned out pretty well (on paper) he therefore slew his brother because he was Able. He not being adapted to the pursuit of sheep-raising, packed his little calico valise and traveled into a far country. The sheep business has since lan- { guished until recently recusitated in Worth and adjoining counties. Whether Cain went by J Gilbert's elevated railway or, on account of the recent fratricide, was afraid of the Western Un ion telegraph and traveled by private convey ance is not known, nor is the accurate date ot his arrival, the register having been destroyed. If he went by private conveyance, how then did he cross the river Euphrates? Pontoons were comparatively unknown and Waters had not applied for the patent upon his papier mache single sculls. Plantation work was not then Cain’s forte for God had decreed that the earth should not yield him its strength. My theory is that he went into the lumber business, manufacturing sleep ers— for did he not obtain his wife in the land of Nod? Cain’s lineage was pure, for he could trace it to the first inhabitants of the country, and he should therefore have been excessively exclusive as to who he should admit into his cir cle of society. As it does not appear that he had letters of introduction from any one, nor is it certain that he was acquainted with any other person, who introduced him ? Adam and Eve were the only couple on this sublunary sphere, where then did Cain obtain his wile? God has created of all living animals both male and female— some species of these had migrated into this country which Cain subsequently discovered— Cain found them there, was aware that they could trace their antecedents to a time prior to his own (about three days.) He wanted noth ing for a wife but one of the original blue mud aristocracy and therefore took unto himself a genuine Brazilian ourang-outang and from these —Cain and the baboon—have descended the Af rican race. Who more systematically or geneol- ogically should come from the land of Nod ? Thus both in the abstract and in the concrete is the Darwinian theory corroborated.’ This humorous and unique conception of the text elicited so much commendation from the audience that Mr. Colquitt consented to deliver his equally original discourse entitled: ‘And Eve she did tackle the Celestial fruit.’ Music by the orchestra closed the first part. The second part of the programme opened with a bango solo and song by Mr. McLain oi Gaines ville— in negro character. The jokes were so good and fresh, the singing so pleasing and the entire ‘get up’ so complete and perfect that Mr. Mc Lain was encored twice. I am told that he makes a pastime of his talent in this line and that he is only an amateur, but he would put many a member of the San Francisco minstrels or Happy Cal's band to the blush. Then came Mrs. Jarley’s wax works—Consisting of twelve different figures or sets of figures—Mrs Jarley (Mr. Robinson of South Carolina,) delivered his lecture of explanation well and was well rein forced by Slum and Little Nell. Some of the best were ‘Sally Brass and the Marchioness,’ ‘Corne lia and her jewels,’ Mrs, Gargery and Pip,’ ‘Maid of Athens and Lord Byron. The cos tumes were admirable and the death-like still-: ness of the figures remarkable. I To add to the wonderful success of this performance one only need be told that the whole thing was designed and carried out within the brief space of three days, and to Mrs Cohen’s wonderful mental and physical energy and sweet-humored unselfishness is due the greater part of the success of the entertainment. Mrs. C. leaves many friends behind her in our little Mountain city and our gates will be thrown wide on the hinges when she {(gain hon ors us with the brightness of her presence. This closes our watering-place festivities for the season and we feel grateful to the many charming people of the low country who have come among us to enliven and entertain uf, Hall County. Fair Woman. The ex-Empress Eugenie, who has been of late in Vienna, proposes buying a large estate in Austria and making that oountry her resi dence. The waters of Ems lately cured her of a cough. In the Commune de L’Heraidt, France, a priest has eloped with a young girl who was on the point of being married to another man. She took with her in cash $8,000 dowry giyen by her father. Mrs. Mackay, wife of Bonanza King, has a sapphire which was once the property of a Rus sian prince, and it cost her $150,000. It is an inch in diameter. Her pearl necklace cost $100- 000, and her coral set cost $18,000. Mrs. Fanny Washington Finoh, the great grand niece of Washington and supposed to be his nearest living relative, is keeping a board ing house in Washington and has recently had her furniture attached by a landlord for rent Miss Harriet Hosmer is an inventor as well as a sculptor. She is said to have discovered a new motive power, which she will shortly pre sent to the world. She is now exhibiting in London her fine statue of the ‘Pompeian Senti nel.’ A somnambulist in Herkimer county rose from his bed and walked a mile in undress with a lamp in his hand to call upon his sweetheart. She and her mother were about retiring for the night when they answered his knock. In aston ishment they conducted him to a chamber, re ceiving his explanations in the morning, and procuring more suitable clothing for him. Three tramps imposed upon a respectable Dal las (Texas) widow named Orten, one of them courting her seventeen-year-old daughter, who agreed to marry him, another forging the mar riage certificate, while the third, pretending to be a minister, went through a bogus ceremony. After partaking of a wedding breakfast in the morning, prepared by the mother, the trio left for parts unknown. A few days ago a girl of sixteen was brought before a Police Justice for petty theft, when she stated to the Court that she was a partly adopted daughter of her employer, who used her services as a domestic, but paid her no wages. She was almost destitute of clothing, and took the money to get clothes. This plan of adoption is worthy of consideration by economical housekeepers. It might effect very valuable reduction in the cost of servants’ maintenance. Thoughts from La Vie Parisienne: It is sim ply incredible the point to which women carry ignorance of the value of words and knowledge of their price! To touch their hearts it is bet ter to show a closed fist tnan to stretch out an open hand; they are always ready to bestow alms upon a bandit. Heaven gave women tongues to ask questions with and eyes to give answers with. Confess, ye who know the sex thoroughly, that it is often a more meritorious act for a woman to allow something good to -be said of another woman than it would be for her to say it herself. A School of Beauty.—In England it is pro posed to open a school where young ladies shall be taught beauty on natural principles. A sol emn pledge is exacted from the pupils not to use any of the artifices with which mantua-ma- kers, milliners, hairdressers and perfumers manufacture amateur angels. The hair is to be arranged naturally, somewhat in the style of the huntress Diana, and the dress is to conform to the shape, without the abomination of corsets. The entire uselessness of many article of female attire is only equalled by their entire ugliness. From the head, deformed with artificial hair and hats with birds and feathers, flowers and butterflies, down to the feet and ankles, drag gled about with skirts that sweep up the mud or dust, the feminine fashion of dress is one mass of absurdities. A Servant Girl’s Paradise.—Australia is the servant girl’s paradise. A lady in Melbourne, who had advertised for domestic aid, received a call from a pretty maid, with unexceptionable references, a pleasing manner, and a willing disposition. The lady was charmed, and en gaged her on the spot. ‘But I have always had a whole day’s leave of absence every fortnight,’ the young girl remarked, pausing on the thresh old, ‘and an evening a week besides.' ‘You shall not be deprived ot them,’ was the encour aging reply. ‘And this is a very lonely place, ma'am,' the girl rejoined, ‘and I could not come home by myself. Would the master mind com ing for me ?’ The lady hesitated a moment, but as a good girl is not to be picked up every day, she finally consented; and when her husband returned she informed him that he would have to refuse all invitations for two nights in one week and one in the other in order to go after the new help. A Woman who Needed Praying for.—‘La dies,’ said Mrs. Woodward, of Roselle, to the managers of the Newark Orphan Asylum, ‘ pray for me that I may have strength to bring this boy up right.’ The boy was an orphan whom she was taking to her rural home. She prom ised to bring him up like a gentleman. He should be free from contact with depraved city boys who pitch pennies and go to the circus. He should in due time be educated to be a cler gyman or a physician, with the distinct under standing that whether he should eventually preach or practice he should pursue the chosen avocation of his life in a gentlemanly way. Forthwith this prayerful and pious woman led away the little man by the hand, and he, rejoic ing in freedom from the restraint of the walls of an asylum, gladly trotted along with her. It seems that the prayers of the ladies for strength to be vouchsafed to Mrs. Woodward were an swered in a way which proved exceedingly dis agreeable to the orphan. Having started him out as early as three in the morning to milk the cows, she brought down on him the force of her strong right hand because he did not milk to her entire satisfaction. Beaten, pounded, thrashed, spanked and cuffed, this orphan soon found life a burden to him, and went out on the roadside to die. But life is sweet, even un der disadvantageous circumstances, and the vic tim of Mrs. Woodward’s cruelty resolved to flee to his unole in Newark and live. His body was found to be a mass of braises, and the ladies of the asylum have now ceased their prayers for Mrs. Woodward and have had her arrested for her maltreatment of the poor orhhan. There are said to be more orphans on her farm who are having as rough a time of it as the poor fellow had who ran away. These boys should imme diately run away, and should take measures to recover damages from their fair tormentor. A woman who will thus impose upon orphans ought to be made an example of in the most summary manner. The Stage. ‘Diplomacy,’ at the Boston Museum, has ex actly hit the "public fancy. Two Californians have made plays out of Bret Harte’s ‘M’liss,’ and each is suing the other for exclusive right to the borrowed material. Miss Kate Putnam has a new comedy, Three Pairs of Shoes. As walking may be bad next season, they are ‘handy to have in the house.’ Miss Kate Claxton has offered Miss Maggie Mitchell a premium of $1000 over and above the price she paid for Mr. Louis Vider’s Birds of Passage. Wills, the English dramatist, is engaged in writing a play for heroic (?) Rignold. He has been at work for four years—and yet George is not pleased. Mr. Clifton Tayleure has gone into bankrupt cy; but he says, ‘For every debt honestly due by me, I hope to be ultimately able to pay dol lar for dollar.’ Miss Jeffreys-Lewis, the actress of the Monta gue company, who married a San Francisco stockbroker, tells a reporter that Montague was engaged to marry Maud Granger. Liza Weber stripped to a state of nudity to do Mazappa in London, but failed to draw. The Prince of Wales was away with a hunting party during the run; hence the withdrawal. An author claims peculiar creative power for Shakspeare in his Two Gentlemen of Verona. He add : ‘I have been half my life in Verona, and could never find a gentleman in it.’ Miss Rose Eytinge announces her farewell tour of America, She begins it at the Walnut Street Theater,Philadelphia,next Monday night, supported by Cyril Searle. Miss Rose Eytinge has offered her services for th6 benefit of the yel low fever sufferers. The Danbury News says that Clara Morris is considerably embarrassed in regard to the man uscript of a play sent her by Charles Reade. It adds that if she does not accept it Reade will call her a mendacious ignoramus, an unmitigat ed lout and a fractured idiot. Miss Adelaide Lennox wants to know ‘where is the manager who will give me an opportunity to show my abilities, leaving the public to make the decision ?’ We thought the public had ren dered their decision in Miss Lennox’s case some few years ago, when she played at the Grand Opera House. At the recent performance in New York for the benefit of the yellow fever sufferers, the gross receipts were 1522 —expenses nothing, as thea tre, orchestra, gas, carpenter’s work, etc., were all donated. The services of the actors were also given. Booth, Jefferson, McCullough and Mary Anderson, were among those who contributed their services. Philadelphia, Sep. 7.—Rose Eytinge, who has generously offered her services fer a benefit in this city, for the relief of the yellow fever suf ferers in the South,has also written a strong let ter complaining of the action of a member of the Philadelphia yellow fever fund committee yes terday, who objected to the raising of fands by play people. She says: ‘In a long experience as an actress, this is the first instance I ever met with, when a committee formed to do a work oi charity, turned its attention from its legitimate work to insult an honorable profession. ’ Miss Mary Anderson reappeared in New York at the Seventh Avenue Theatre, on Thursday night of last week, playing Parthenia in ‘Ingo- mar.’ She has been absent sqiiie months in Eu rope, and it has been remarked in several quar ters that her experience abroad had perfected or improved her acting. It has done nothing of the kind. Parthenia is one of her best parts, but her faults in it are j usFV'T' 'Arihg as they were last winter. She is simply what she was before, a person with untrained natural gifts, which would enable her to become a great act ress if they were properly developed and culti vated. Miss Genevieve Ward, the American actress who has been studying her profession in Dub lin, recently made her appearance in New York, at Booth’s Theater, in Will’s new drama of Jane Shore, which is based upon Rowe’s play of that name. An immense audience was assembled to do her honor and she was literally pelted with boquets. She has a good stage presence and fills her part with a correctness that showed pa tient study and care. Her acting, however, was too mechanical, and too evident attention was paid to the mere ‘business’ of the stage. Like Anna Dickenson, she impreses the spectator with her intellect and firmness of will, but not with her imagination or depth of feeling. Philadelphia, Pa., September 7.—Several of the members of the Philadelphia yellow fever fund cemmittee asserted to-day that their action in declining to allow theatrical performances to take place under the auspices of the committee has been misinterpreted. They say that the position the committee took was that it did not wish to take the care or responsibility of tickets for entertainments. If anybody is disposed to unite in the good work by giving theatrioal en tertainments the committee will be thankful, but it was not deemed prudent to interfere in the matter of entertainments. On the other hand Miss Rose Eytinge received, this afternoon the following telegram from the New York yel low fever committee: ‘New York, September 7th. ‘Your letter in this day’s papers meets with the approbation of the entire committee of New York. As the Philadelphia committee are un willing to accept the contributions for the bene fit of the yellow fever sufferers from ‘play peo ple,’ send them to us and we will most cheer fully disburse them for such charity, in accor dance with your instructions. ‘Ernest F. Fallos, ‘Secretary of the Committee.’ Genevieve Ward as Jane Shore.—Genevieve Ward, who has been heralded from over the wa ters as a performer of uncommon merit, has ap peared as Jane Shore, and has impressed her calm and impartial critics with the conviction that some actresses are made by the nowspapers —not born. There is nothing whatever in Miss Ward’s acting to denote inspiration and it is ut terly devoid of those sympathetic touches that enchain an audience's feelings; she is totally destitute, in short, of charm; she is plainly a hard worker, and it is to energy, experience and tact that she owes her position; she has studied, too, in the best schools of foreign art, and cop ies Ristori with a fidelity which does credit alike to her intelligence and to her imitative faculties. In no respect was her deficiency mors conclusively shown than in the second act, where Mr. Wills has devised a powerful, if occasion- nally prolix, scene to show the return of Jane Shore to her home, whence, as she claims, she has been torn to serve as the mistress of the king. In this episode the actress should have strongly moved the house; her cries, her tears, her petitions in the presence of her j ustly in flexible husband ;her swoon, when led to believe that her child is dead, might have so wo rked upon the feelings of her spectators that they would have almost been tempted to grow impa tient at the honorable man’s obduracy,and won der that repentanoe so sincere should not be allowed to atone for sin. But Miss Ward was in this act as in the first, governed by regula tions and never by impulse. Jane Shore, ac cording to her lights, was a rather business-like person, who, having been deposed by the king’s death, and not oaring to enter into any other arrangement of the same character, had conclu ded to return to her husband’s bed and board. A Little Fun. Any father who would go out and put tar on top of his front gate after dark, must be lost to all sense of humanity and ordinary respectabil ity. ‘If I should marry Eliza Jane,’ said the pros pective son-in-law, ‘I should frankly confess one thing in advance—I am of a rather hasty temper and apt to get mad without cause.’ ‘Oh, that'll be all right,’ blandly replied the dear old lady; ‘I shall go and live with you, and I’ll see that you always have cause.’ A mother was trying to break her five-year- old boy of the habit of lying by telling him that all liars went to hell. She gave him a moving account of the terrors of the place, whereupon he exclaimed, ‘Why mother, I couldn’t stan’ it!’ ‘But you would be made to stand it,’said she.’ ‘Oh, well,’ said the youngster, ‘if I could stan' it, I don’t care.’ At a Harrison County, Ky., wedding the bride danced several charming reels within a circle of three feet in diameter. She changed shoes once on account of her new ones not sounding right against the floor. The prompter gave the very unique commands during the dance, ‘Rock to the right, rock to the left,grind the coffee, wring the dish-rag, rock the cradle,’ Ac. At the wind up of the dance the bride showed her agility by kicking the groom’s hat off his head. The following note was actually received a few days ago by a lady from a neighbor. The ‘Jacob incidentally referred to was the husband of the writer: Mrs. B : Will you pleas to lend me a black bonnet and a black hat and 2 black veils and a shall or sack and a pair of gloves and oblige me. Hannah Y . P. S.—Jacob is dead. The wife’s victory.—For half an hour before the circus opened yesterday an anxious looking middle-aged man was observed walking around nervously, as if he had a free ticket and was afraid the show was on the point of bursting up. When the ticket wagon opened he made a rush for it and bought a pasteboard, but a woman dodged into the procession, seized his collar, and for half a minute the air seemed full of heels. ‘Going to the circus, eh ? said the woman as she slammed him around. ‘Sneaked out of the back way and made a bee-line for here, did you?’ ‘Let up on me—stop—for heaven's sake ! stop this disgraceful conduct!'he ejaculated as he tried to keep her at arm’s length. ‘Gentlemen,’ she said to the crowd, as she held up one foot and then the other, ‘see them shoes? I’ve worn ‘em better nor a year, and there ain’t nothin’left but heels and shoe-strings. All the children are just as bad off, and we don’t have half enough to eat. That explains why I’m bouncing him—why I’ll make his good-for- nothing heels break his’good-for-nothing neck!’ They fell over a rope as she grasped him, and in the confusion he broke away, leaving the ticket on the ground. A boy handed it to her, and wiping the mud off her nose with her apron, she said: ‘I hain’t seen no giraffes, nor clowns, nor snakes, nor hyenas for twenty-five years, and being as this ’ere ticket is bought I’ll walk in and view the gokgeousness, and the children shall come to-night, if I have to pawn the wash- tub to raise the money !’—Detroit Free Press. Domestic Affairs. Houston, Texas, September 5th, 1878. Mrs. B—Appreciating the call on the lady readers of the ‘Sunny South,’ for recipes and con tributions they deem valuable, I respond, (as I have been a subscriber to your paper tor many months,) with the following: Recipe for Brandy Peaches.—Take a quar ter of a pound of cooking soda to a large pre serving kettle of warm water, put in the peaches and let boil until the skins will rub off with a course towel. Then to a pound of nice, white plum peaches, put a half pound of crush sugar, moisten the sugar with a very little water, put in the peaches and cook until tender, then put in jars and pour good apple or peach brandy over them and let stand over night, Next morn ing pour off, mix with the syrup, first having boiled the syrup, add to the peaches and seal while warm. This is an infallible recipe and makes the most delightful brandied fruit I ever tasted. I tested a recipe taken from your paper, for sponge cake; but think I can give one more ex cellent. To 9 eggs beaten seperately, take lj cups of sugar and 1J cups of flour, add a teaspoonful of yeast powder mixed in with a little of the flour, have a moderate fire until the cake is risen, then cook quickly. This makes a most delight ful and economical sponge cake. In course of time I will favor you with other valuable contributions and recipes if desired. Very respectfully: Adrienne Dowell. Atlanta, Sept. 10. In response to your request for communica tions to the Household Department, I send these receipts, which I have tested and know to be good. Baked Pudding, (cheap and nice.)—One pint milk, four eggs,four tablespoonfals flour. Take a little of the milk and stir into it a small quan tity of the flour at a time, to prevent lumping, stir well. Beat the eggs seperately; when light add to the batter. Pour the batter into your fry ing pan and bake at once. Although it requires only a short while, it is necessary to bake from the bottom so that it will be thoroughly done. Eat with wine sauce, made quite sweet. Many persons prefer adding sugar to the batter instead of making the sauce sweet. Raisin Cream Pudding.—First sprinkle two tablespoonfuls of rice over the bottom of the pans. Then add one teacup of raisins, one tea cup of sugar, one quart of sweet milk—or one pint’of water and one pint of milk,—then put in about one teaspoon of batter. Bake two hours. H. Cozart. Sugar Cake.—Take half a pound of dried flour, the same quantity ot fresh butter washed in rose-water, and a quarter of a pound of sifted loaf sugar,then mix together the flour and sugar, rub in the butter, and add the yelk of an egg beaten with a tablespoonful of cream; make it into a paste, roll, and cut into small round cakes, which bake upon a floured tin. French Paste.—To half a pound of flour add two spoonsful of pounded sugar, rub into it four ounces of butter, and mix the whole up with the yelks of two eggs; roll the paste to a moderate thickness. When the pie is finished, dip a feather in the white of an egg, and brush it over with it. L9t it be put in the oven as soon as possible; a short time will bake it. Gingerbread.—Rub one pound of butter well into three pounds of flour, then add one pound of powdered sugar, one pound of molasses, and two ounces of ginger, pounded very fine and sifted; then warm a quarter of a pound of cream, and mix altogether; you may add caraways and sweetmeats if you choose; make it into a stiff paste and bake in a slow oven. Sponge Gingerbread,—Melt a piece of butter the size of an egg, mix it with a pint of nice mo lasses, a tablespoonful of ginger, and a quart of flour. Dissolve a heaping tablespoonful of sal- eratus in half a pint of milk, and mix it with the rest of the ingredients; add sufficient flour to enable yon to roll it out easily; roll it out about an inch thiokand bake it on flat tins in a quiok oven. Mrs. Jones’ Chickens: How they Upset the Equanimity of a Board ing house. The average female dotes on a bargain, and just say damaged goods for sale at a bargain, and she will put on her seven-by-nine shoes, tie her hat on and walk a half dozen squares to pur chase a lot of stuff that, when you look at it, you wonder what you are born for. A friend of mine, Mrs. Jones, keeps a boarding house, only for fun, you know, like the rest of them. The only dissipation the female Jones knows is go ing to market—that haven of rest, Bcandel and an interchange of ideas. If any one wants to know what enjoyment is, pure and simple, let them see two elderly females in market carefully, but so faithfully, going over the misdoings of their bosom friends, while the darkey with the basket stands first on one foot and then on the other, rolling his eyes, scaring stray dogs, howl ing at his acquaintances and otherwise passing his time. After a ‘dish of talk’ the females sep arate, only to go through the same thing with some one else. I may be prejudiced against the market, because I have a constitutional dislike of being punched in the back with baskets, and that is what I generally get if I go to market. I object if I stop to ask the price of anything, to have a dozen people to stand on my private corn and a female whose fancy runs to fish set her basket on my trail. My friend Mrs. Jones, after settling the family affairs of numerous acquaint ances, caught sight of a heathen Chinee of a countryman, who was loudly crying a bargain in chickens. Jones halted and listened, and the woman who halts and listens in the market is lost. Another woman was after the chickens, and that settled the business. Jones bought them, not having a dim idea where she was to keep them. In her house was a cellar running the length of the parlors; so she put them down there. Hobbs had the parlors, and as all of us have our hobby, he had his, which was fresh and a free circulation of air. The cellar door opened from the back part of the main hall, and it was one of Hoobs’ firm beliefs that the door must be kept open. My friend Jones dumped her chickens into the cellar and fastened the door, and then proceeded to attend to her duties in the back part of the house. Hobbs came home, discovered the shut door and opened it. The chickens, being of an aspiring, ambitious turn of mind, came up to look around. Not liking the pattern of the hall oilcloth, and their chicken mind being impressed with the motto of ‘Excelsior,’ they went on up. A dozen well- regulated chickens roaming around a house can produce some excitement. Word was carried to the front—that is to the female Jones—and a rush was made. Any one who has witnessed a coon hunt in the South can imagine something of it. Jones scolded and, I am afraid, swore; the servants giggled and tore around, and the ohick- ens cackled and flew. Miss Slimmens, the old maid, yelled fire; the alarm was struck, and Hobbs, who opened his window to explain, got more watering from the hose than he had had for some time. The female Jones had to exert all her powers to prevent a z9alousbut mistaken crowd from tearing up her carpets. The chick ens in the meantime were being ‘shooed’ down stairs by excited darkies, and some of them alighted on Robinson, who had emerged from his room in white vest, etc., preparatory to going to a croquet party. The rumpus was closed after awhile, and every one went out in the back yard to commune with nature a spell. One solitary chicken was found late that night by Miss Slimmins roosting ‘above her chamber door.’ Nobody says chickens in that house, and wont for awhile. A Tiger’s Hatred, Sometimes, for no very apparent reasons, ani mals will evince special antipathy toward one out of a crowd of persons. These animal-aver sions, as we will call them, are not at all times easily accounted for, seeing that the object of antipathy may be a child, or, as in the following case, a lady, who we are assured had never given the animals the slightest cause for jealousy or ill-feeling. Our correspondent writes as fol lows: ‘Some time ago, in company with some rel atives and friends, I paid a visit to the Zoologi cal Gardens at Clifton. One lady of the party, Mrs. M , had traveled with her husband in foreign countries, and expressed herself very fearless about wild beasts. Before entering the monkey-house, she informed us there was one monkey which had taken a great dislike to her, and however long a period elapsed between her visits,its recognition of her was always instanta neous. The house in which the monkeys were confined had cages round the wall, and a huge one in the centre in which were a large number of all sizes and shades. We entered or the tip toe of expectation to see if this time it would recognize her. We were not long in determin ing which was the enemy. One of the tribe jumped from its perch and clung to the bars nearest to us,chattering and grinning in a fright ful manner. Whichever side of the cage we stood the monkey followed, all the time intent ly watching Mrs, M , who had with her nuts and ginger-snaps, with which she proceeded to feed the other monkeys. Seeing this, Mrs. M ’s enemy sprang upon them, seized the food and threw it back angrily in her face, chattering and screaming in great fury; and I am not sure if it was not the same monkey that succeeded in tearing off some deep lace Mrs. M wore round her mantle, and climbing on to the topmost perch, commenced tearing it in pieces. I was not sorry when we left his ugly grinning face and screeching voice behind us, and paid a visit to the lion and tiger house. Here, Mrs. M informed us, was a tiger which would show its dislike as much as the monkey had done. Oa seeing her it begun to growl fiercely, and turning, walked slowly to the other end of the cage, then facing us again, he threw himself with great force against the strong bars, which, had they yielded to the shook, would have in volved certain death to Mrs. M , who, fixing her eyes on the enormous beast, and shaking her umbrella at it, exclaimed, ‘I should like to tame you, ’ A gentleman standing near watching the proceedings said, ‘It is your eye it does not like.’ And here I should mention that Mrs. M has very dark and prominent eyes. After visiting other parts of the gardens, we returned to take a last farewell of the tiger. It was agreed Mrs. M should remain outside, while some ot our party entered, myself among tbe number. We stood before its cage and commenced to make remarks about it; but, beyond looking at us very quietly, no farther notice was taken. On the entrance of Mrs. M nearly the same scene ensued as at the first visit; at length the huge animal gave a loud roar, in which all the other lions and tigers joined. Nearly all rushed from the place but Mrs. M , who stood her ground before the cage while the roaring continued, while the keepers ran in haste to learn the cause of the disturbance. We then left the gardens, commenting on the strange conduct and knowl edge of the monkey and tiger, which after so long a time had recognized and so unmistakably expressed their great dislike to Mrs. M Chamber's Journal. ANOTHER FAT MAN REDUCED. H. A. Kufus, dealer In dry goods, Woodhill, 111., writes Botanic Medicine Co., Buffalo, N. Y„ June Sid, 1S7S : “Gentlemen—Please And enclosed $5 00, for which send me, by express, Anti-Fat. I have taken one bottle, and _ I lost five and one-quarter pounds.