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4 «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.