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«TOH\ H. SEALS, - Editor il(l Proprietor,
w. II. SEALS, - Pr^ji'icLtr nirK'or. R.lttor.
MRS MARY E. BRYAAi, (*» Associate Editor.
A GRAUL STORY.
JEW,
"WILL BEGIN NEXT WEEK.
Tlie Prize Puzzle —The successful con
testant for the Chromo will be announced in
next issue and another prize puzzle will be sub
mitted. Such a flood of answers came in to the
last that we could scarce find room for them
Oar book-keeper avers that ‘ a million ’ of an
swers have been received.
A Special Request —Now is the time
for all the friends of ‘Oar Sunny South’ to give
it a little help. Cannot each subscriber send us
one more name with the money ? We should
appreciate it so much.
Antipathy to ilie\egro -TheXegro
in Politics.—Mr. James Parton in the Nov.
number of the North American Review under
takes to analyze the deep rooted social antipa
thy, which the American whit e race entertain
towards the negro. He thinks it safe at present
to handle this subject, formerly so dangerous as
to be moral nitro glycerine, sure to explode
in passion and prejudice when stirred. Now,
thinks Mr. Parton, we may discnss it as if we
were Cuviers or Darwins discussing a point of
natural history. ‘It is a point of natural history’
he affirms, but he comes to the conclusion that
the antipathy is not a natural quality, but
acquired by education and teaching. His chief
proof of this seems to be the interesting inci-
cident he thus relates:
‘When Mrs. Kemble, going the ronnd of the
infirmary of her Georgia plantation, saw a be
witching colored baby lying asleep on its moth
er’s lap, all the mother stirring in her own good
heart, she stooped and kissed the child. The
black mother, so far from showing displeasure,
was thrilled with delight, and all the circle cf
dusky countenances beamed. A cat does not
feel so when a dog pats its cold nose near one
of its kittens.’
Ergo, our color repugnance is merely a prej
udice induced by artificial teachings and will
disappear under philosophical and progressive
culture—is Mr. Parton’s conclusion.
But he rather inconsistently admits that the
negro is inherently and irradicably inferior, that
he cannot name one negro of pure blood who
has taken the first, second, third, or even the
tenth rank in business, politics, art, literature,
scholarship, science or philosophy. To the
present hour,the negro has contributed nothing
to the intellectual resources of man. If he tarns
negro minstrel, he still merely imitates the white
characters of that black art, and he has not com
posed one of the airs that have had popular suc-
snccess as ‘negro melodies. ’
Mr. Parton, however, holds that the negro
has shown himself capable of receiving a civili
zation based npon industry. In this he is su
perior to the Indian, whom Mr. Parton calls an
'irreclaimable aristocrat,' in war a soldier, in
peace a sportsman, with eloquence, dignity,
pride, courage and a sense of honor, bnt no
faculty for working. ‘If you make ( him work,’
says Mr. Parton, ‘he dies; and he cannot receive
onr knowledge, for he is so credulous that a
school is broken np if a medicine man points a
finger at the schoolmaster. In his heart he de
spises and abhors ns and would kill ns all to
morrow if he conld.’
This is a pretty truthful characterization of
our red fellow-citizen, and there is also justice
in Mr. Parton’s contrasting picture of the negro.
‘The negro, on the contrary, has not an aristo
cratic fibre in his frame; neither the virtues nor
the vices of the aristocrat are his. But he can
work, he can love, and he can learn. He takes
readily to the hoe and spelling-b6ok. He clings
to the soil that bore him. He improved under
slavery from generation to generation, and
nowhere so rapidly as in the Sontbern States,
for nowhere else was he treated so well as there.
We6t Indian slavery was hell; Southern slavery
was the purgatory that prepared him for the
paradise of freedom. The negro did not come
into civilization by the cabin-windows, bnt was
tossed np on the forecastle, and has learned
whatever he knows of the ropes by the rope’s
end. He bes learned a good deal about the
ropes, little as he yet knows of the quadrant and
the chronometer.
• The South is most happy in possessing him;
for it is through his assistance that there will
be the grand agricultural in the Southern States
which cannot flourish unless there is a class to
labor and individuals to contrive. Tbe North
ern farmer is surrounded by conditions not
favorable to his improvement, for his task is ex
cessively hard, natnre is not gracious to him,
and efficient aid is beyond bis means. The
Southern farmer, by the black man’s help, can
be a ‘scholar and a gentleman,’ and at the same
time 6ecnre and elevate the black man's life.’
Concerning the negro in politics, this is what
Mr. Parton says:
The craelest stroke ever dealt the negro, since
the time he was torn from his native land, was
barling him all unprepared into politics. If this
was designed as revenge npon the master, it was
a masterpiece of maglign policy. This it is that
keeps antipathy alive, and postpones the day
when white man and black man, equals before
the law, shall loyally co-operate in extracting
wealth and welfare from the Southern soil.
Happily* we have not the choice whether gross
ignorance shall put him ont of politios, bnt only
whether it shall be done by artifice, by violence,
or by law; onr fellow-citizens of the Month be
ing unanimously resolved not to submit to
Tweedian government, which is knavery upheld
by ignorance. Perhaps, through their resolute
opposition, we, two maj iise to tbe bight of
suppressing the scallawag, and placing at ibe
brad of our cities a7^d states their nature’ chiefs.
Woeu, in some fair and rational manner, unde
veloped races and immature individuals have
been withdrawn from the reach of tbe politician,
with the glad consent of the industrious poor
imui, whose life has been made wellnigh insup
portable by tbeir cor junction, we shall sood
cease to hear of a color-line; and, it' any kind of
antioathy remains, it will only be that which
tends to the purity and dignity of both the
races. ’
This declaration of the negro’s unfitness foT
politics, while it meets the concurrence of every
thoughtful Southerner, may wt®l seem a sur
prising admission for Mr. Parton to make. Be
fore we bail him as a conscientious convert to
truth however, there icitl ccroe a little malicious
suggestion that the reason he is so suddenly
anxious this ‘undeveloped race’ should be with
drawn from the reach of the politician lies in
the fact that the Northern politician can no
longer control it utterly as in times past. That
the negro is growing more and more amenable
to tbe political influence of the Southern men
to the ‘manor bom’ is sufficient to make wily
northern wire-workers fear that tbe balance of
power may soon be in the bands of the South.
Thence may come this benevolent suggestion
that tbe negro be withdrawn from the hands of
the politician. ,
Ingersoll anil Ills Gods. -Col. Bob In-
gersoll is evidently tired of being known as the
•Godless man.’ Though be strongly denies the
existence of a Supreme being, he is earnestly en
gaged in supplying himself with gods by baying
all the heathen divinities in brass, wood, clay
and stone that he can lay his hands npon. ‘What
is he going to do with them ? ' ask the people
who stare at him in the auction cariosity
shops of New York, where he oaps bid with bid
in rapid succession whenever the auctioneer
holds up a god for sale, be it a hideous Hindoo
idol of baked red clay or a handsome Japanese
Joss resplendent in paint and gold leaf. Tbe
manner in which the sale was condncted and
the bids offered and taken in were fanny enough.
Here is a reported specimen.
‘Here, now, said the auctioneer on Thursday
afternoon as his assistant held np to tbe light a
hideous, chocolate-colored Buddha from Tnibet,
about two feet high and apparently two hundred
years old. ‘Now here’s something worth having.
How much am I offered for the god !'
‘Forty cents,’ ventured a bashful gentleman
in the rear cf tbe room.
‘Forty cents! ’ repeated the auctioneer with
withering scorn. ‘Forty cents fora fine Oriental
deity like that! That god has been worshipped
by hundreds of thousands of ingennons and de
vout heathens. Forty cents ! Why, he’s worth
more than that to pat in yoar hallway to frighten
off burglars.’
‘Forty-five cents,’ said the abashed gentleman,
bidding against himself.
•Well, I'll take it for a starter,’ said the auc
tioneer, though it's ashame to mention forty-five
cents in connection with snch a god. See how
he blnsbes himself! Forty-five, tee-five, tee-five,
seven-half, seven-naf, seven-naf ’
‘Fifty cents,’ said the original bidder.
The auctioneer's face wore an injured and al
most disgusted look. ‘It's very plain,’ said he,
in a confidential bnt perfectly audible aside to
Col. Ingersoll, ‘that these gentlemen don't under
stand the value of a really autuentic god.’
‘I’ll giv9 seventy-five cents for the god,’ said
Colonel Ingersoll firmly.
‘Colonel Ingersoll bids seventy-five,’said the
auctioneer. ‘Now be knows what a god is.
Seventy-five, tee-five, tee-five.’ Eighty by half a
dozen gentlemen in the back of the room—tee-
eight, tee-eight, tee-eight—’
The chocolate-colored Bnddha ran npto $1 35
and stopped there.
‘Gone! ’ said the auctioneer, after a brief
pause; ‘gone to Ingersoll for one thirty-five.’
The Colonel remained daring the three days
of the sale, gravely ont bidding all competitors
in the one item of gods. When the auction
ended, he coolly crammed all his little gods into
the pockets of bis great coat and left the big
ones to be sent by express. He had invested to
the amount of fifty gods, and may now set np a
Hindoo or a Joss temple of his own. *
Actresses anil Tlieir Dresses.—The
days are gone by when stage costumes are of the
‘cheap but showy' character. The finest mate
rials are now used and the most expensive ‘artists
employed to ‘build’ the costumes. Advertise
ments bring forward the dress, with full descrip
tions of its cost, its maker, material, trimming,
train, slashes, sashes, laces and technical com
plications, as a prominent inducement far all
to come and see. ‘Ga to the theatre tonight
and see Maud Granger’s 1200 dress ‘is the pur
port of advice in the local column, while in tbe
case of Miss Genevieve Ward the abilities of the
actress were quite overshadowed and hidden
away under the mass of information as to her
dresses. They had been designed by a special
artist-a titled one at that,—they were of ‘many
colors,’ textures and adornments, their trains
rolled behind in gorgeous convolutions that
would have put the Sea Serpent to shame. After
all this overwhelming testimony as to the
richness of her wardrobe, the announcement
that Miss Ward was a ‘fine artiste'—was a needle
in a haystack. It is the same way with Miss Da
venport. Her claims are chiefly bnilt—upon
clothes. It is Worth the man-mantuamaker,
not worth the quality, which makes the aotress
in this instance.
It is so in many other instances. It is becom
ing a crying evil of the stage, and one may alter
the poet in this wise
Worth makes the star,
The want of it the souhrette.
Why not let the artiste stay at home and
let the manager carry her dresses around,
labeled as to price and ‘builder’? In some
cases, it would be quite as interesting.
In the interests of art the public Bhonld enter
a protest against this extravagant dressing of
lady actors, and this absurd fashion of asking
ns to come and see an actress because she drags
after her over the stage Worth costumes—thus
measuring her attractions by the length of her
train and her dress-maker bills. It is lowering
to dramatic art and adverse to morals. Young
and gifted actresses, who have their way to
make, are discouraged and pat to disadvantage
by the fact that they cannot aftord the costly
costumes that tbe public taste seems to demand
on the stage, and even those actresses who have
made money are constantly tempted to run in
debt, or to spend the whole of their salaries on
dresses that are soon spoiled instead of laying
by something for that 'rainy day’ that seems to
come to the stage queen even more surely than
to her sisters in other walks of life. g i^ r
lVorkiiis People and Crime.—‘I saw
what is called the highest classes of society' io
those hells,’ sail Mr. Talmage in hissermor^
laying bare tLe dens of secret wickedness ii.
Nrw York. ‘I saw bankers, brokers and mer
chants there, but there was one class I missed;
l refer to tbe bard working class; you tell me
they cannot afford it, I tell you th°y can. En
trance for women, nothing; entrance for men,
twenty-five cents. No; these places are not sup
ported by the working classes. The men of
ease and idleness are found in crowds in those
prohibited de.ns. Toe workingmen are not found
there. They have been occupied al; day, ex
ercised in hand, or brain, or both. When night
comes,they want rest in the bosom of their fam
ilies. When the hour of slumber comes they
want repos3. The idle men—the men who ‘toil
not’—neither want repose nor rest. They want
to kill time, and with it kill something that
ought to be of immortal value to them.'
In his biennial report of the Georgia Peniten
tiary, Mr. Nelms, the principal keeper, says,
that ‘a very large proportion of the inmates are
persons who have never formed habits of indus
try; they know not what systematic labor is,
eit-ier from a want of early training, or from a
constitutional dislike foi it. They look in every
other direction for the means of subsistence
rather than earn it by bard labor. Such per
sons are but a step removed from the commis
sion of crime, and of Bnch are the catalogues of
prisons largely mad .’
Ridicule ol Earnestness —
“No knight
of Arthur's noblest ever dealt in scorn.”
The delight of writers to-day is to search out
flaws in a great man's character, and the more
successful the ignoble quest, the surer are they
of readers and applause. In age3 when heroes
were still reverenced among ns, the qualities
that raised a noble spirt above its contempora
ries were those taken note of and imitated and
admired. Now, when a hero presents’ himself,
we have eyes only for bis imperfections, and
feel as thongb whatever seems to drag him
nearer to the ordinary level wore calculatded to
ex dt ourselves. Some of our most flourishing
journals present to their readers little more
than scandal enlivened l^y cynicism; and the
lower their view of humafi nature, the greater
their success. As for enthusiasm, it is of all
human attributes the most despised. The
quality that shone out so star-like in the days
when oar greatness was being achieved, that
has brightened the history of Britain with all
its most splendid pages now serves only as a
butt lor much poor ridicule. There never was
a genuine humorist that laughed at earnestness.
It is only the paltry spirits thit dredge up cyni
cism from the depth of an inkstand and think
it wit—the would-be-satirists who, as an ape
might steal a few cast-cff clothes and fancy it
self a man, steal some imitation of the style of
Thackery and deem themselves his equals—it is
these alone who speak of strong emotion as a
folly of the past. Unfortunately, the name of
snch poor mockers is at present legion, and the
tone of the age is taken from them. Will thare
ever c’a vn a milleninia twhen the carrion-flies,
who fed on the sins that heroes have committed
and sorrowed for, shall be driven from litera
ture with the contempt they merit; and Sbak-
speare, the author of Othello, be to all his coun
trymen of greater interest than Shakspeare,
the stealer qf.„
marrying a Wild Young man,—' He’s
a darling, jast as handsome and nice as can be,
said a pretty girl in onr hearing. ‘ Oh yes,’ she
went on in answer to a shake of the head from
a lady friend, ‘ I know he is a little wild ; but
that makes him all the nicer. I never could
bear yonr starchy, goody-good boys. I like to
have the pleasure of reforming one after I have
married him. I know Charlie would tame down
as soon as he was married. He says so. All he
wants is a wife's influence.’
A wife's influence! How often it fails, espec
ially when the wife lacks earnestness of charac
ter as so many do. The novelty of having a
sweet, loving wife, the charm of her society and
the delight of pleasing her, may reform the
wild hnsband for a little while, until the honey
moon begins to wane and the new gloss mbs
off the silken matrimonial chain. Then see how
old habits assert their power, and the crop of
wild oats, that were to have been all sown before
marriage,are still being planted to the sorrow of
the thoughtless young creature who fancied
good young men were monotonons and a wild
lover decidedly more spicy. Says a lady, whose
observations on life are shrewd and true: ‘Mar
rying a man to reform him is like being meas
ured for an umbrella. It may or may not be
satisfactory; but you might as well try to
make a politician honest as to talk to a woman
who loves a man. No matter how worthless he
may be, she will brave everything for him; and
I wouldn’t give a snap for her if she didn’t. Not
long since, on an avenue, I saw a man, respect
able looking, in a helpless state of intoxication,
and a policeman on each side of him taking him
to the station house; behind him was his wife,
a young, nice-looking, and well-dressed woman.
She paid no attention to the rabble following,
or the wondering looks of the passers-by, but
stuck by him, trying to pacify and quiet him.
I could not help thinking how little a man
would stand by a woman. Man is of the ‘no
bler’sex and a superior being; but he will get
a woman into trouble, and then leave her to get
ont the best she can. *
Crops in Texas.—A letter from Brazos
Texas from Col. T. B, Howard—a wealthy planter
of that section, says that the crops in the Lone
Star state this year are ‘immense. Corn, oats,
wheat and other cereals have been made in
abundance. The crop of cotton for the entire
State will be 95,000 bales. The Bngar crop on
the Brazos, is a large one, yielding 2 to 2.} hhds.
per acre. Mr. T. W. Hayes will make 900 hogs
heads of sugar. His entire crop of sugar, cotton
and corn, for market will this year net him an
inoomi of $80,000. One planter on the Brazos
will make 1,800 bales of cotton. ‘Pretty good
for free» abor isn’t it!'
Truly it is. It sounds quite enormous to
farmers on the 'Red, old hills of Georgia.’ But
if onr lands are lesB productive, we have fewer
doctor's bills to pay, have learned, or are fast
fast learning the art of living comfortably npon
a littl , and are beginning to reap the benefits of
diversified industry—of fruit culture, wool grow
ing, ra'sing of grains and grasses, and the pro
duction of meats, batter and milk for market as
well as for home consumption. *
Women Farmers.
Frili! anil Vegelnble Farms lor
Womeii-
Suppose now that you— I mean you weary,
disheartened farm-wife, doing five times as
much as any woman ought, and worrying twice
as touch more over th“ problem of ‘making both
ends meet'—suppose th it you, notwi'hstanding
jour little cbildren and household burdens, take
fntire control of from two to five acres of the
idle or ha ! f tilled land of your farm. Suppose
von inform yourself agriculturally, enrich and
improve your field, planting a large portion in
tb" small fruits best adapted to your locality,
and most profitable in your market. Suppose,
in addition to raising a plentiful supply of all
kinds of ‘ garden sass ’ for your own table, you
establish cold frames, ar.d hot beds, and force
early vegetables for the market. Suppose you
increase your stock of poultry, providing good
accommodations ar.d introducing superior
breads, thus insuring plen‘y of winter eggs*
and spring chickens. Suppose yon establish
bees in your garden and set them to making
honey for your table, and money for your pock
et. All this might be accomplished in four or
five years by good management, and determined
eff>rt. Suppose yon take your cbildren into
partnership, enlist their interest, sympathy and
wilting labor so far as is consistent with their
health and strength. Suppose yon hire one,
two or more woman to assitt in properly carry,
ing on the work, indoors and ont, thereby help
ing your sex as well as j’onrself.
Now is it not possible that in a few years,
yonr early vegetables, your poultry yard, your
apiary, and your fruit girdm in good bearing
condition, wisely managed, would yield you an
income equal to that derived from forty, or even
twice firty acres of ordinary field crops? Is it
not probable that you would have better health,
lighter spirits less work and more leisure, that
your borne would be more pleasant and attract
ive, and yonr children better fed, clothed, and
edneated than yon can ever hope for under yonr
present suicidal, laie-to.bed. early-to-rise, trot-
all-day-long course? Think of it, won’t you?
Don’t cast it aside as merely a grand scheme
on paper, but consider what you might do, be
fore you hopelessly settle down to pork and pov
erty the rest of jour life.
Editorial Notes.
lBiitler After Hi* Detent—A New York
writer says that the General does not look a bit
cast down at having come out so far behind in
the Massachusetts race. He looks fresh and
hopeful as ever. A prominent Republican who
had bitterly opposed him, said: ‘I admire the
man’s pluck. He never says die and is quite
likely to m vke things lively far us again next
year.’ General B itler talks freolv about the re
sult. He saysthat if the people of toe S:ate had
a fair chance he would have been elected. He
said he knew of one case in Lowell where 200
employees in a mill were prevented from voting
as they wished. He claims to have lost at least
500 votes in the city of Lowell by the bulldozing
of Republican employers. He said the enemies
of tbe people bad made it a fight of bate, wick
edness and lies, but he and hi-> friends had re
solved to make the result a triumph of love,
righteousness and peace. The people had risen
in their might and were now in working order,
and were ready to take the Government into
their own hands. It is conceded on all sides,
that Kearney contributed to Butler’s defeat, and
be is in very bad odor at the Gmoral's head
quarters. McDavitt, Butler’s ancient, said to
Kearney last night: ‘I hope you are satisfied
now that you have done so much to defeat ns.’
Kearney, however, takes a different view the
subject, and says that Butler owes his deffat to
the fact that he resorted to political wire-pull
ing, and trusted the managemeit of the cam
paign to political ‘bummers.’ Kearney says he
is prepared to organize tbe difl rent wards of
the city in the interest of the working men, and
will nominate and elect a son of toil as Mayor.
He says he recognizes the mistake he made in
stooping to any affiliation with the old political
parties—that, by working independently of all,
the working men are sure to win. *
A Louisville letter tells the secret of the con
flicting paragraphs that are going the rounds
of tbe press, severally announcing and contra
dicting the probability of Hon. Samuel Tilden's
marriage to Miss Hazeltine—the belle of the
‘West Countree.’ According to the correspon
dent, it was merely a clever advertising dodge
of a lady’s charms, the puff emanating from her
self. ‘Those who know her,’ says the letter,
‘express little astonishment at her cool daring
in publishing the hoax and attracting sensation
al comment. She has certainly succeeded ad
mirably. She is quite pretty, with rich auburn
hair and dark eyes, but nothing at all of a reign
ing beauty. She confesses to being twenty-one
and declares she would never marry a man so
old as Tilden, but there are those who believe
that it would be dangerous for Samuel Tilden to
offer himself at the shrine ot the St. Louis belle,
if he cherishes any hope of being rejected.’ *
‘Rayinoilde—the bright correspondent
of the Cincinnatti Post is thus characterized
‘She is witty without deteriorating into slang*
and no one who reads her bright, sparkling let
ters wonld imagine that she was the mother of
five boisterous, howling children. She lives
quietly and handsomely in a house next to that
of Donn Piatt, whose wife is her warm, intimate
friend, in what is known as the Michler Row,
on F. street. Her husband is one of the Mohun-
Brothers, who for years have done the leading
stationary and book business of the city. She is
not what is termed a ‘society writer,’ who gets
np a column of matter, half of which is a list of
names and discriptions of dresses, which does
not take as much brain as it would to make an
oyster pate; but, being in society herself, and
an old Washingtonian, knowing every one, she
has material on hand, not accessible to all, for
writing a good letter. Unlike Dickens Mrs.
Jellaby, whose literary attainments interfered
with her home duties, so that every thing went
to rack and rain, ‘Raymonde’s’ pen never inter
feres with her duties as a wife and mother. *
A witty South Carolinian, in town Thursday,
in passing in front of Platt’s store, remarked
thus when one sees a drag store next to an un
dertaker's Bhop one cannot help thinking of the
missing link—the doctor.—Augusta Dispatch.
‘Fellow-citizens,’ said a North Carolina candi
date, ‘there are three topics that now agitate the
State—greenbacks, taxes, and the Penitentiary.
I shall pass over the first two very briefly, as
my sentiments are well known, and come to the
Penitentiary, where I Bhall dwell for (some
time.’
A Good Candidate.—We notice with plea
sure that our genial and worthy friend, J. K.
Thrower, the former foreman of this office, is a
candidate for oonnoilman from the 31 ward at
the approaching city election, and feeling spe
cial interest in him as a former attache of thi9
office, we cannot resist the inclination to com
mend him in this public manner to the voters
of the city. No better selection conld have been
made in Atlanta, and a great mistake will be
committed if he is not elected, L9t every one
vote for him.
(i'liarlolle Thompson.—This fine emo
tional actress will give her personations of Jane
Eyre and Miss Moulton at De-Give’s Opera House
! in Atlanta on next Wednesday and Thursday
J evenings. As she is a comparative stranger to
our theatre-going citizens, it is hnt justice to
| say that she deserves a full house both evenings
j of her performance. Notices from discriminat
ing and intelligent journals abundantly testify
her popularity in the cities where she has been
performing. In St. Paul, where she lately
played a star engagement, the Press says of her
acting: ‘In Miss Thompson as Jane Eyre, there
is absolutely nothing to carp at. It is a grand
picture that none can tire of looking at. New
beauties reveal themselves every moment, and
collared and simple alike become enamoured of
the play and the artist, for they are oeo—as
body and soul. Miss Thompson's embodiment
of Miss Bronte’s ideal is so complete that hav
ing seen her in this great role, one cannot read
the absorbing novel without endowing the hero
ine with Miss Thompson's form and face.’ The
Dispatch says of her performance ‘it maintained
her reputation as an aotress of the highest class. ’
Her support is good, ‘Mr. Bryton as Rochester
is more than acceptable, Miss Ida Lewis makes
a pretty and effective Georgina, Mr. Gregory’s
Jocob is very amusing and Adele by little Effie
is remarkably bright conception. *
All Evening at tlic Governor’s.
First Presbyterian Church—Mrs.
Bryan’s Poem, etc.
Tbe entertainment for the benefit of the First
Presbyterian Church, which was given at the
Gubernatorial Mansion last Tuesday evening, was
certainly the most recherche affair of the season.
The beautiful reception rooms were thronged
with representatives of Atlanta’s cultured, tal
ented and distinguished citizens, among whom
at central figures, were our beloved and honored
Governor, and the Chevalier Bayard of Georgia,
tbe ever brave and gallant Gordon.
The rendition of tbe opening recitation by Mr.
Ccarles Maddox, and which I believe was the
courtship of a heathen Chinee aud a Choctaw
squaw, revealed some nova, and laughable phas
es of the tender passion, and struck me with the
fact that love is its own interpreter in every
clime and among every race. Mrs. Bryan has
already won so many bay leaves in tbe role of
poetical recitations.it seems superfluous to speak
of tbe inspiring earnestness and graceful, elo
quent delivery of her poem ‘Human Progress’
which must have thrilled every heart present
with its conception, beauty and power. Who
could have listened and not felt his spirit ex
panding end lifting toward higher things ? And
it seemed that one could indeed see, as through
the pearly mist of a beautifal vision,
‘Angels lean from Heaven's far parapet
To watch the progress of the rising soul.’
It was a noble theme and most nobly sung.
The original essay entitled ‘Northern and
Southern Crackers,’ was read by Miss Addie M,
Brooks, with a spirited abandon most refreshing.
Her voice, modulation aud expression in elocu
tionary and mimetic art, were inimitable; aud as
she has been an eye-witness of the subject of her
essay, her hearers were no doubt agreeably edi
fied to learn that all the ‘crackers’ are not in
Georgia and the other cotton states. Miss Brooks
deserves due praise for relieving one phase of
society in the far South from the obloquy of the
approbious epithet.
Last, though I do not say ‘least,’ when Mr.
Hugh Colquitt came forward and recited Ten
nyson’s poem of ‘The Sisters,’ his success in the
pathetic and tragic rendition of the subject was
such as to incite a iittle strife in my heart be
tween sympathy and indignation for the titled
profligate. At any rate, when there flashed be
fore my mental vision tbe vivid picture of the
deadly knife in the hand of the avenging sister,
lifted over the ‘comely head’ she ‘combed and
curled,’ I didn’t think I would like to be
‘The Earl, fair to see.’
The ladies of the managing committee, who
had so admirably arranged the entertainment,
regretted much that unavoidable circumstances
at a late hoar, prevented them from having the
music they expected; bat some fine instrumen
tal performances on the piano by Miss Roach,
and a lovely duette by Maj. Morgan and Mrs.
Carter, varied the features of the entertainment
and gave pleasure to all. The whole was a high-
toned and most enjoyable occasion, and we trust
the ladies realized a handsome sum for their
church. I am sure they deserved it.
M. Louise Crdsslet.
Quiet Girls —Whether they are really qui
et or only shy is equally beyond the superfi
cial observer. That they are not found to im
pede the pleasant flow of the soul in ordinary
society is often because they are eminently good
listeners, and do not yawn at the utmost com
monplaces. That another should commit him
self to speech, with or without any thing to say,
is enough to interest them. They are thought
sympathetic and often draw forth the tale of woe
long hidden. Men begin by telling of other
loves, and often end by loving them for them
selves. In this they have a great advantage over
the more gashing sister. They take no notice
of a foolish speech, and a man imagines he is
safe in their hands. He cau say things to them,
which, said to any one else, might have serious
consequences. A quiet cousin is thns often a
great blessing to a man. He can talk a matter ont
as if with himself, and imagine afterward that
he has had council upon it. The quiet girl
hears him with outward sympathy, agrees with
all his views, and when asked to help him to a
decision, gives her casting vote in favor of the
course he already prefers. He finds, after a time,
that her qniet reoeptiveness is grateful to him*
and when she has seen him safely through an
engagement or two, and half a doz:n flirtations
more or less serious, he suddenly finds out, or
at least tells her, that he has really been in love
with her only all this time,
Girls, Take Notice.
The Comtesse de BassauviUe gives the follow
ing advice to women who wonld make them
selves lovely:
‘When you are past twenty-five,’ she says,
‘never let more than five or six hours pass with
out closing your eyes for a short time —say ten
minutes; not necessarily to sleep, but to repose
the muscles of the eye.’ Every movement and
play of the face necessarily tends to fatigue
these muscles—whether it be a smile or the ex
pression of surprise or of fixed action. The
closing of the eyelids at intervals is therefore
recommended as .a ‘beauty rest.’ The mnsoles
reposed, lose their tendenoy to that nervous
contraction which translates itself into wrinkles.
‘Satan died here,’ reads a Pittsburg sign; bat
it was not till an astute Alleghany Dutchman
inquired when he died there that the people un
derstood that they conld get satin dyed.
A patent-medicine man posted handbills in
every available spot in the village the other
morning, and before night fifteen goats had
enough medical information in them to ran an
eoleotie college.