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JOHN H. SKA1.S, - Editor and Proprietor.
\V. B. SEALS, - Proprietor an l Cor. Editor.
MRS. MARY E. BRYA.A, (*) Associate Editor.
EDITORIAL C031MENT.
All Saints Day.—The First of November
is the day that in New Orleans and in most of
the towns of Louisiana, the living devote to the
dead. It has always been the memorial day.
No vioissitnde of fortune changes it. On that
day the tombs are dressed with wreaths and
flowers; candles barn upon many of them; the
rich bring costly decorations to the splendid
tombs of their departed dead; the poor, cheap
and simple ones, wreaths and crosses of paper
or tinsel, little vases and cups holding
plants or flowers—to the humble graves of their
loved ones. Last Friday was All Saints Day,
and the fair, mourning city kept its time-hal
lowed observance of the dead. Notwithstand
ing, the terrible scenes of the past summer and
the five thousand fresh graves in the different
cemeteries, the Times says there was no very
marked difference in this day and that of twelve
months ago. ‘Perhaps the number of visitors
had been multiplied, and the recent bereave
ment developed heavier veils and a carriage
much more sedate, but the same stands for the
sale of refreshments had assembled at the gates,
and there were to be observed the same obse
quious crowd of subservient colored men who
have assembled upon this occasion any time
these twenty years. Nevertheless the epidemic
through which the city has just passed has
made its impress, and every tomb of every cem
etery exhibits a degree of care which might be
pronounced almost unprecedented.’
‘The lavish display of former years was not ap
parent. Even upon the tombs of the very rich,
good taste npptars to have suggested modera
tion.
‘Family vaults, whereat expense was obviously
no object, were decorated with a simplicity
which indicated far deeper feeling than is or
dinarily manifest; but in the vast multitudes
who attended, and the many of the gentler sex
who seemed wholly to disregard the exactions
of fashion, there is no doubt of the deep im
pression created by the recent scourge.
One sad accident marked the day. In the
cemetery of St. Vincent de Paul, there were can
dles burning upon a recent grave. A little girl
was standing by it when her dres3 caught on
fire. The gauzy texture firmed up, and before
it could be stripped from her, she was severely
if not fatally burned. * j
Tlie IHHereiice of a Penny.—It is a
proposition admitting no question that indus
try, guided by good sense and economy, will in
sure wealth. They who plead that life is a mat
ter of luck would be puzzled if called on to
show many instances in which the above rule
does not bold good. But there are people who
are neither industrious nor economical, and
whose good sense, if they have it. is exercised
rather in sparing themselves from effort than in
uioking it, who yet seem to have a far better
time than those who work. They enjoy ease,
and at the same time have the comforts and lux
uries which others can only produce by sevrre
bodily or mental toil. This bas given rise to
the sa; i6g that the penny of difference between
the worker and the idler always goes into the
ioler’s pocket. Like many other Btock sayings,
it has in it no reality of troth. The man who
does no work with hand or brain, may by vari
ous expedients live for a time handsomely on
nothing a year. But all these will after a time
fail and he will be left penniless and nnpitied,
while the plodder whom whilome he despised
will be in a condition of affluence. The man
whose brow is reeking with the sweat of honest
toil, naturally fe6ls indignant when some dandy
who sceDts the morning passes him in acorn,
and be is apt in snch mood to think the gifts of
fortune blindly bestowed. In snob a frame of
mind he might stop to listen to Kearny or some
kindred spirit of the Commune. But this par
tial view of human life is surely not the last.
Let us turn over a leaf and read the next chap
ter. He who scorned labor and revelled in the
delight oi ease has passed away, while the dil-
gert son of toil, who shunned not the summer’s
heat nor fled from winter's blast, is in the en
joyment of a welt established fortune.
Who Discovered America? —Why
Columbus of course, says every school boy.
Not so. He found the West India Islands in
1492, but he sailed beck to Europe withoutever
touching the Western Continent or knowing
anything of its existence. He thought the is
lands he had landed up-on belonged to fhe east
ern coast of Asia. To John Cabot belongs the
honor of discovering this continent. He was a
native of Genoa, like Colnmbu3, but was called
to England in the reign of Henry VII., to un
dertake voyages of discovery. In the month of
May, 1497, he sailed from Bristol, England, in
the ship ‘Matthew,’ accompanied by his son Se
bastian, discovering the continent somewhere
in the latitude of Nova Scotia, on the second
day of June, 1497. •
Is a Man a Dandy Because He
Dresses Well? -Don Pratt, wiios* foini-
ness for saying things sharp and startling often
lead him to saying tilings false, has never said
anything more absurd than pronouncing Wash
ington a dandy. All his biographers represent
him as a man who dressed well, hut none de
scribe him as having a fondness lor vain dis
play. His clothes were doubtless of good ma
terial and were made t» fit elegantly, according
to the prevailing styles. Wnetber he were born
an F. F. V., or as Don Piatt asseris entered
that select circle only by virtue of Lis marriage
with Mrs. Castis he had to dress like a gentle
man to maintain that rank. But he was at the
farthest possible remove from a dandy. There
is no evidence on record to show that he con
sidered dressing the great business of his life,
or that he was in the least vain of his fine ap
pearance. It is no mark of dandyism to wear
good or even elegant apparel. The true test of
good sense, without which one cannot well be
a gentleman, is the becomingness of one’s dress.
The Senator would be thought beside himself
who would enter the halls of Congress in a suit
of Corduroy, and the ploughman would be ad
judged quite as silly who would go the field in
a suit of broadcloth. The dandy may always be
known by his fondness for display. He delights
in gay colors and flashing jewelry. You can
see an aim at effect all over him from his hair
smoothly parted in front to his glistening pat
tern leather boots. He never wears fine clothes
with an air of unconsciousness as if they be
longed to him as a matter of course, but seems
constantly apprehensive that they are not ex
citing all the admiration that he desires. Your
genuine dandy will always have somewhat the
seeming of a parvenu though he were reared in
elegant affluence. There are men—perhaps not
a great many—wb© can dress with scrupulous
neatness without apparent effort, and without a
thought in regard to the effect they are to pro
duce. Whenever yon see such an one, he is, so
far as apparel makes the man, the highest type
of gentleman.
W ax IVec5»S. - Actresses have many ways
to rejuvenize themselves. Besides the face en
amel, the rouge, false tresses, eyebrows, eto.,
they actually wear false necks and arms made
of wax, and so skillfully joined that they can
sport low dresses and short sleeves with a pair
of bracelets or a necklace to cover the ‘joint.’
Nor are actresses the only wearers of wax necks.
The Empress of Austria looks wonderfully
joung, and the uninitiated marvel at the beauti
ful neck and arms displayed by her very decnl-
loiee corseges on fail dress occasions, but Em
press Augusta is not so juvenile as sbe appears.
Paint and enamel and hair dyes assist her
charms and the beautiful n6ck and arms are
wax, and when not called in use for State occa
sions, they repose in a satin-lined box. In or
der to hide the ‘joint.,’ she wears a band of ve!-
j vet studded with diamonds. Needless to say,
sbe is obliged to keep away from hot fires and
lamps lest her cerical charms should melt, like
the wings of Icarus. *
Veneration tor lleir-looms.—We may
laugh at the old Boston Lady who devoted all
her energies to rescuing from the flames a table
that had been brought over in the Mayflower,
wbi-e neglecting many things a hundred fold
more valuable. But we are inclined to think
the sentiment which controlled her one which
deserves more culture in the American heart.
We care too little for heirlooms. How many
houseuloids are there intohieh there is not one
thing which has been handed down from gen
eration to generation and cherished with pious
reverence. We respect that feeling which
prompts one to preserve something whioh has
belonged to his ancestors. It is one of the no
blest sentiments of our nature. One who cher
ishes this will wish to emulate the brave and
generous deeds of those whose blood flows in
his veins, and would shrink from any course
that would bring disgrace upon their name. A
watch, a ring, some well thumbed volume or
some worn-eaten piece of furniture thus be
comes eloquent with a voice of warning, or with
words that enthuse to acts of high and noble
daring. That old table, marked as it was with
the stains of near three centuries, had more
power to move the heart than ail the costly fur
niture which the finest ware-rooms display. It
carried the mind back to the little band of
heroes, amid ice and snow, landed on the bleak
shore of Plymouth, and laid the foundations of
a future empire. Who can tell how many of the
hardy pioneers who have stretched that empire
tc the other ocean have caught the inspiration
to do and dare from such relics of the past as
this? A people will never become truly great
until they have learned to have pride in their
race; —and monuments and mementoes of every
kind are the best means of stimulating that
pride.
The Juliette Potion.—Fiction may some,
times get ahead of Fact, but fact always catobts
up with her, or comes along in her footsteps. All
the plots and crimes and ‘fixes’ that we used t >
read about in novels, that notably scorned the
possibilities,have had their counterpart since in
the police reports. One portion of the machi
nery of the high-pressure novels whioh we have
always thought hopelessly clap-trap, is now prov
en to be true—the existence of a plant, whose
essence has the mysterious power of producing
coma to any desired intensity or duration, so
that a person taking it can simulate death per
fectly,even to the rigidity of the muscles and the
apparent suppression of action in the heart, and
yet can be resurrected in a given time, just as
our novelists and dramatist?, from Shakespeare
down, have resurrected their heroines, whom
hard-hearted parents, or jealous guardians, or
persecuting Ruitors have driven into attempting
suicide, which some friendly hand turns into
mere temporary death by substituting for the
cup of cold poison, a mysterious potion that
produoes the appearance without the reality of
dissolution. No longer is this potion a myth
though still somewhat a mystery. M*j. Stewart
in his report upon Hayti, partially describes the
plant whose juice possesses such wonderful
properties. It is the most powerful vegetable
narcotic known; and it is the one whose effects
most closely resembia^death. M»j. Stuart
found that it was knowu*io only a few fami
lies, who handed down their knowledge of its
properties as a kind of heir loom from genera
tion to generation. It is regarded as a dange
rous possession. All persons within a house
may be put to sleep by it, and a burglary com
mitted with impunity. •
The Average Mother Her Child s
its effect was unspeakable. Its warm wave of
feeling, ingeniously interfused with plausible
logic, blotted out, swept away all memory of tri
vial inconsistencies, and his triumph was assur.
ed. Still he had a lurking doubt that troubled
him as he rushed back to Washington on the
wings of steam, leaving his fate in the hands of
the Legislative body. Who can ever forget the
night when, after some preliminary beating
abont the bush and a short, sharp fight, the is
sue was closed and Hon. Ben Hill was chosen
Georgia's Senator ? The town went wild with
enthusiasm, and the telegraph wires throbbed
incessantly with such rapturous messages as ‘Glo
ry! you are elected.’ The extract we have allu
ded to tells how the Georgia Statesman received
this announcement in Congress Hall.
‘Representative Hill had just concluded an
appeal of three minute’s length, so eloquent
that it brought tears of enthusiastic joy to the
eyes of every true countryman of his present at
the time. He recommended calmness and pa
cification. Northern and Southern members
alike harried to seizi his band and congratulate
him. A page ont of breatb rushed through the
crowd around Mr. Hill. A telegram was torn
open. The whole audience showed emotion.
They had surmised aright. It seemed a reward
from above. Mr. Hill read in the dispatch that,
while he was speaking in the Capital at, Wash
ington, far away in the legislative halls of Geor
gia, his friends had signified their wish that he
shonld represent them in the Senate of the Uni
ted S ates.
Popular as the Georgia Senator is, and de
serves to be, every one of his true friends must
regret his present controversy with Governor
Colquitt—our noble and high-souled Executive.
Enoch Arden and Henry Morton.
The one the hero of ihe most ton oiling of poems
and the other the central figure in an exciting
romance. Truly there is little resemblance in i Worst Enemy.’-So savs the Capital and
the parts whioh those personages have to play, . add9 that the aV81 .* ftge mot heris one who comes
except at one critical moment. The former re- 1 to that grave duty ignorant as an idiot. Brought
turns to his home after a long absence to find op on novels and taught to regard life as ended
his wife happily married to bis rival and his
with the marriage ceremony, her emotional na
ture is cultivated until it over-rides all judgment
children receiving from their foster father every —supposing any to exist-and she is without
kindness. With a self-denial that cost him in- i the sligaest knowledge of the laws of health,and
tense suffering he forebore to make himself I cares less,
known and thereby destroy the happiness of
her whom he bad loved so long and so well.
Morton, too, returns after years of absence and
finds his loved one not married bnt just about
to be, to one who has long striven and waited
for her love, and who is entitled to his gratitude
for many acts of generosity. Here it must be
confessed that the Wizard of the North yields to
the Poet Laureate in the working out of this
delicate situation. Morton allows himself to
be seen—Edith retracts her vow of marriage, and
Now, we put it to a sensible man: Would he
trust such a specimen of humanity with the care
of a favorite horse, or any animal ? And yet,
the poor, helpless bit of humanity, with all its
delicate organization, is given in implicit confi
dence to the keeping of suoh.
Result—over half the deaths are am mg chil
dren of tender age, and two-thirds of three-
fourths of the diseases afflicting civilized hums-
uity may be traced to the same cause. These
blessed mothers of ours poison our tender stom
achs with tea, ccffee and wine, and take us from
one fit into fiity over meat that is swallowed be
fore we have teeth to masticate it. We are born
A Woman Without Eove.—Madame
Recamier, one of the most brilliant of those
French women who made the salon more a fo
cus of power than the Palais royal, is said to
have lived a life of friendships without ever
having experienced the pleasing tortures of the
tender passion. We can not believe it. She
certainly did not love the man whom she mar
ried. That was an arrangement of convenience
with which the hearts of the parties had noth
ing to do. Yet this assertion that she lived a
life of friendships must have been put forward
as an apology for that want of loyalty to he
husband. A woman gifted with so many charms
of mind and person must have awakened the
tender passion in some of the cultivated men who
came within the sphere of her influence, and
she were less than woman did she never yield
anything more than a calm sentiment of friend
ship to this homage of the heart Women feel
far more than men a craving for human affec
tion, and are much the readier to give this great
est boon of life. It is indeed rare to find a man
whose heart has never been tonohed by the
charms of the other sex. A lately written biog
raphy reveals the fact that a statesman whom all
the world has supposed too mnch engrossed
with schemes of policy and the pursuits of am
bition to yield to the fascinations of woman,
has been twice canght in the meshes of the
blind god. Surely then a woman endowed in
a high degree with beauty, wit and tact would
hardly pass nnwounded by hia weapons, when
mingling daily with the most cultivated and el
oquent men of the French nation.
Pope wore oat bis pen, paper and the pa
tience of his printer, by the great number of al
terations whioh he made in proofs.
there is no way left to get out of the awkward sit- i of waist « fro “ which a11 health y life bad been
uation but to ki the galla t, generous, high- ^ better world, or into the misery of this, on all
souled Evandale. The assurance of Morton’s
future felicity does little to remove the sadness
produced by the melancholy fact of his rival,
and we close the book with the impression that
the author has managed to give the first place
in the reader’s regard to the one he designed to
be second. When the hero's rival is a villain
as is always the case in third and fourth rate
novels, there is no shook experienced at his ta
king off, be the manner of it as it may. Bnt
when, aB in Old Mortality, the lovers vie with
each other in exhibiting the noblest qualities of
character, it requires the highest efforts of ge-
nins so to adjust the balances that neither
will suffer. This Tennyson has done and Scott
failed to do. Henry Morton who had claimed
the reader’s unmixed admiration np to the very
last scene, then loses the first place of sympa
thy; while Enoch by his conquest of selfishness
stands before ns the greatest moral hero on the
pages of romance.
The Macon Fair—Atlanta in the Lead.—
There were estimated to be 20,000 people on
the Grounds during the best days of the Macon
Fair. The Exhibit was excellent and varied,
the machinery department was most interesting
and the contest between the nine cotton gins
was exciting as a race. On the race ground, the
Atlanta horse, Ben Hill, took the lead. On the
parade gronnd, the Atlanta Guards took the
premium for best drill exhibit; the Atlanta Jer
seys were the finest stock shown ; the Atlanta
ladies were said to be the handsomest on the
Gronnd ; and Col. Hardeman, the President of
the Fair, said to an approving crowd of listen
ers—'* The citizens of Atlanta are a grand olasB
sorts of snperstitions.
And would the fathers do better? Not mnch.
But one can find the paternal author of a help
less child willing to listen to the ordinary sani
tary laws of healthy life. But never ha3 suoh
a mother been found. To suggest to the last
named that she is irjuring or destroying her
child through bad diet and injurious dress, is to
commit an insult of the gravest sort, and such
interference is resented with a vim that would
be amusing were its resalts not so melancholy.
Ben Hill - A Reminiscence.
A Capital's correspondent incorporates into
a sketch of Ben Butler,a picture en passant of the
most triumphant era in Ben Hill’s life—the mo
ment in which he received the announcement
that he was elected Senator. It will be remem
bered that there had been very grave doubts
as to this result, for a portion of the Georgia
press had been spotting him as slippery and
time-serving, and had raked up some old incon
sistencies (as if a growing sonl could be always
consistent and never pnt off views it had out
grown.) The Legislature then in session, was
influenced to no small extent by the press-utter*
ances. Things needed explanation, and no
body was so ingenious at explanation as the Geo-
gia Congressman, with the short, strong Dame.
Bat more than word of pen was needed-the
ma.netism of a personal presence—the word of
mouth of the born orator. And so Mr. Hill wise
ly gave the slip to Washington committees and
ran down for a breathless interval to stir np his
lake-warm friends and scare his enemies by a
speech. What a success that speech wasl It was
not so wonderful when you read it in print
and held it np to the cool light of criticism, bnt
ossaUd’K tsa^nssp 1 •is. ■««*« -4 >«*-. «><>
Madison: the Sabbath School Cele
bration.— During the batch of bright, Indian-
summer days that dropped down upon us this
week like a cluster of tropio blossoms, we were
more than glad to give the go-by to desk and
city and run down the Georgia Road to the
beautiful town of Madison, famed for lovely
women, handsome residences and elegant, hos
pitable society. There was an anniversary
celebration of the Methodist Church, the even
ing of our arrival. The pastor of tbatchurch —
the excellent, zealous, and universally beloved
minister,Reverend Ta imas Sml.s— had given
conscientious thoaght to the r abject of
Sabbath School Celebrations and had decided
that it would be wiser and more profitable to
devote the money, expended in the customary
picnic and excursion, to purchasing prizes ot
books and other useful articles, to be given by the
teachers to their several classes. This distribu-
iiuiof prizes formed a chief feature of thoeuter-
tainment on last Thursday evening. The night
smiled auspiciously on the occasion with mel
low moonlight and clear skies; the church was
handsomely decorated with wreaths and flowers,
the singing of tbe choir, with the fine organ
accompaniment was beautiful and inspiring.
Rev. Mr. Seals initiated the exercises by one of
his earnest practical talks, brightened with
flashes of pleasant humor and apt illustration.
The distribution of prizes was very interesting,
the gifts having been well chosen, with an eye
to beauty and instruction; and the pride and
delight beaming from the rosy faces of the chil
dren who came forward to receive them was a
pleasant sight to see. After the prizes were
distributed with pertinent and encouraging
words to each class from the minister, there
came more music and singing and some recita
tions suited to the occasion.
The ensuing evening the ladies of the Meth
odist church, assisted by some friends of other
denominations, gave for the benefit of the Sab
bath School, suoh an elegant and tastefully set
supper as has seldom been seen since the days
of tLe old regime. Two large stores vv-r gen
erously offered them in whioh to set out the
superbly decorated table and to have the social
reunion, which followed upon the supoer and
was heartily enjoyed by young and old.*
We were delighted with Madison, particularly
with its warm-hearted and cultivated ladies.
They remind ns of our ladies of New Orleans,
and one especially has the dark eyes, the superb
figure aDd the splendid musical talent of a cer
tain well-known belle of the Crescent City.
The social geDius of Madison is a lady whose
excellent heart direots the grace of her cultured
manners, and in whose hands wealth is an agent
of happiness to others as well as tc herself. The
dignified, geutle and intelligent wife of the
Methodist minister is also an addition to the so
ciety of the town. ‘She is a model minister’s
wife,’ said a lady to ns. We had a brief but very
pleasant meeting with one of the editorial trio
who preside over the excellent newspaper organ
of the little city. Having heard much in praise
of the lady—Miss Blacsbnrn, who assists her
father and brother in the management of the
Madison Home Journal wo were disappointed
in notmeeting her. •
Second. Natural Selection, which means, of
course organized matter, such as plants and
animals, „ , . . ,
Third. The Survival of the Fittest, by which
they mean, the stronger or more fortnnate sur
vive the weaker and unfortunate ones, as two
blades of grass spring up, and one absorbs the
other.
Upon these terms or definitions, they found
their whole theory as to the origin and succtss-
ion of vegetable aud animal life, aDd >A course,
if this be all, the origin of mind itself. These
theorists are not so wild in their -s
to undertake to account for the origin of matter.
They do not claim, as some of their aocient pro
totypes did, that the world itself was nothing
but a protuberance on the back of a turtle or
some other huge animal. But as all matter is
endowed with more or less action and motion,
they claim that by Evolution, Natural Selection,
all organisms are produced, and that the activity
and intelligence of these organisms are derived
from this ‘gospel of dirt.’ Well, they do have,
as we must admit, two facts in their system,
that is matter and motion, the same as Democ-
ritns bad, in his gospel of atoms, more than two
thousand years ago. But these are common
property in the mind of Ihe bird that flies,
the animal that walks or swims, and must be
recognized by every creature that has the faculty
of thought.
But to the trst of this theory as to the origin
Of all organisms, activities and intelligence,
without the agency of Divine intelligence and
power.
Take as the first example, a boy standing still
with a stone in his hand. All at once, the stone
flies into the air as if it had wings. Was that the
result of the evolution ot matter,or thought and
intelligence in the mind of the boy ? Taite for
the next, a locomotive standing upon a railway.
Here we have a most remarkable specimen of in
genuity in the combination of matter. Yet, it
stands still. All at ouce it starts and moves off.
Was that the result of the evolution of matter?
Or was it the result of the man s mind, who stands
at the lever ?
Take another. There stands a target; here,
a mile away, lies a cannon. .Suddenly there
flies a heavy ball from its mouth aud penetrates
tne distant target with the accuracy of maihe-
malical precision. Was that the result of the ev-
olution or the natural selection of matter,or was
it the result of the mind which pointed the »nn
and touched the match to the fuse ?
Take another. There stands a field oi corn,
with no thistles or weeds to choke it. Was that
the result ot Evolution or Natural Selection or
the Survival of the Fittest ? Or was it the result
of the mind that directed the plows and the ‘.oe
which caused the Survival of the Fittest, in the
shape of the corn, without regard to Evolution
or Natural selection?
Here stands a man whose same is Franklin
amia clouds and darkness, tracking the sub le
fluid that seems to move and control the physi
cal spheres.aud at last he catches it in his hand
end feels it through every muscle and nerve.
Was that the result of the Evolution of Matter ?
Or was it the result and discovery ©1 the divine
and Btill more subtle spark we oaU mind in the
brain and fibres cf man ? Here sits a pale and
feeble man contemplating the subtle fluid until
be discovers more hidden powers and uses of its
existence, and yonder, as a consequence, sits a
man on the shores of Europe, and another cn
the shore of America, holding sweet converse
with each other, like two lovers upon a divan in
a carpeted parlor. Was all this ihe result of Ev
olution and Natural Selection of insensate mat
ter? Or was it the result of the divine spark,
planted by the divine and unsearchable Hind
of the universe in the brain and soul of the crea
ture called man ? And here, may we not ask
while all the elements and attributes ot Nature
and of God,are indestructible ana unchangeable
is it not likely that this spark in the soul of man
is also eternal and indestructible? Truly, when
the bright intellects cf men are employed and
exerted, as each has power to do, to deprecate
and banish the hand of God from these wonder
ful works, does it not remind us that such was
a part of the economy of the Divine Architect
from the beginning, as it was a part of the econ
omy of the same Divine Creator, that a Jnd&s
should betray the Son of the Most High, in or
der that His granduer and goodness might shine
forth the more brilliantly in this mundane sphere
and crown all honest enquiries aud labors of
man with eternal glory ?
But lastly,for we need not multiply examples
these authors contend that in the lapse of ages —
the lapse of millions of years—aud evolution
upon evolution of matter—natural selection up
on natural selection, and the survival of the fit-
test upon the survival of the fittest, through
millions of years, man was at last prodneed. Ad
mit, if you please, for the sake of the argument
the possibility of suoh a result from senseless
matter, the possibility of a single man coming
from such a cause. How then, are you to get
the sexes —male and female?
“Evolution, Natural Selection and
tlie Survival of the Fittest.”
Or Darwinism
ET J. NORCBOS8.
for Atlanta I’
’Bah) , . .
• eleotno brain and lips and eyes of the orator,
The world is loaded down with theories and
trea,ie& on almost all subjects. Such as appear
to be pernicious should be combated. I must
confess to not having carefully read those works
of Darwin, Tyndal, and Huxley in whioh the
foregoing terms have been skillfully used, and
upon which they appear to have based their
theory of the origin of vegetable and animal
life, without the agency of Divine intelligence
and power. Nor do I for one count it worth the
time and labor to read their long essays thereon,
when the gist and substance can be easily
gathered from the terms they invent as their
corner stones. Most people who have learned
to read and write are aware that theories can be
devised, and long and fasoinating treatises can
be written, based on suoh mere hypotheses, and
all of which have been found in the end to fall
before the light of facts, and reason, founded
upon fact? and revelation. The libraries of the
world are full A ^uch treatises. But what is to
begaiDed by reading them, except to find ont
the pegs upon which they are hung, and the
sandiness of their foundation. Better by far that
we read such well written romances and tales of
fiction as are found in The Sunni South. In
these, there are many grains ot truth and
moral instruction, while in the former, though
claiming to stand upon truth, they land the
reader in doubt, darkness, and mud. Well does
Carlyle oall the Darwinian Theory ‘a gospel of
dirt.” r
The intention of this article is barely to test
the leading features of thiB ‘gospel’ by a few
lads, and a tew common sense observations
The whole theory stands upon these three
terms.
Fitet. Evolution, whioh means in short the
action and reaction of matter.
, f Of course, in the
lapse of millions upon millionsofyeais.allowicg
such a result to be possible from suet, u cause
not only a man, but a woman must be prod uced’
as it were at the same moment of time, or else
the species would cease to exist, and there would
be no succession or perpetuation, unless the
man could live forever. The moment,therefore,
that the man was produced, the woman must
have been produced, or the whole theory falls
to the ground. And so, too, with every L DUa
every species, every variety of animal on the face
ot the earth. Each one, each male at the time
of bis production must have had a female nro
duced as its mate, or that species must at once
have ceased to exist. And so, too,with the plants
which are claimed by naturalists to be mafe and
female, and through that provision, keep uj a
succession. What a wonderful concurrence then
the E Fkt««i° D ^ Nft f ? raI Se t clion and Survival of
the Fittest, must have taken place to have Dro -
duced male and the female at the same time and
i^n Ve « nd0Wed them with the power of pr’opa^
ow V pecies ad infinitum Verily
maHer i»auTre? 8UCh Ie8UltB itoux senseless
matter, r.quire tar more and far stronger faith
DivtoVln 6 /'n-° DS ° f Nature than to believe in *a
Divine Intelligence, as the creator ot all things
and especially the mind ana soul of man. 8
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