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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 Come to the Grand Entertainment of the Season. Through the kindness of Mrs ni quit, the ladies of the First Presbvteri np* Marietta street, propose givingan 2£Z° annh \ at the Gubernatorial MaSf £££ xT?*' commencing at 8 p. m. sda y,Nov. 12, Mrs. Mary E. Bryan has kindly consents this occasion to recite one of her beautifni „ ems entitled‘Human Progress ’ 1 lnI po- Other Atlanta talent of a high order will nn pear, also a sea nymph in costnme, win describe her home and exuibit some of her treasures? * The whole will be interspersed with Ahni “ a T°™V he Qa * rtette Cin *> <and other' artiS® The Ladies of the Pbesbxtebian Chubch. The latest conundrum, and we dnn i i,„ who is responsible for it, is, * whtoh I n i u 7 est, to kiss a girl leaning f 10 m yo^ or climhfn ' a fence leaning to you?’ Tnere is r’?' cllmbln g only one side of the problem has SW6 f’ a8 ed .-Oshkosh Christain JdZcaTe ^ ^ t6Bt * " e «hmen are trying to . wives wear the national oostumeof k °. their .Ipomlrt bat placed .bo,. ."Srt “° 61 ' Wi,h Some more thousands onubt vP" ,. Talmage’s salary by the proprietors®? t0 morne and similar resorts, for adVerti«f„ th6 .!? re * omo» g people .cold X