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J^O II SEALS, - Editor »nd Proprietor. W R. SEALS, - Proprietor itnit Cor. Editor. MltS MARY K. BRYAN, (*) Associate Editor. Liberal Propositions. A Handsome Oil Fainting 24x30 for Two Subscriptions- Send and Secure One Immediately. or More Finding that everybody desires hand some pictures we have made arrange ments with the largest picture house in the United States to supply us with any quantity of the very prettiest at reduced rates, and can now make the most liber al propositions to all who desire them. 1. To any and every one who will send us two subscribers at $2,50 each, we will send a beautiful oil picture, 24x 30 inches in size. 2. Any one who is already a subscri ber can get one of the same size and beauty by renewing for one year and sending one more subscriber, only $2,50 each. 3. To any one who will send us 6 subscribers at $2,50 each, (all at one time) we will send a handsome oil chro- mo and a copy of the paper one year free. Special Attention is called to the liberal propositions made above and every one should avail himself or herself of securing one of our beautiful pictures without delay. Clnbbing With Other Papers. See the reduced rates at which we offer the Sunny South and any other publication. Two are offered at very little above the priee of one. The Bed Cross. See the Red Mark on your paper. It means that your subscription is out, and that we hope you will find it con venient to renew right away. Send along $2.50 without delay, and avoid missing a number of the paper. A Verdict.—Juries often (and who oan blame them?) take refuge from the interminable elo- qnence of opposing oonnsel in a good nap. A fanny instance ocenrred in New York the other day. The case was a tiresome one, and towards its dose the foreman of the jury snored com fortably, The coart ordered an acquittal The second juryman, waking np, punched the foreman in the rib3 and half aroused him. The clerk asked the usual question, and the fore man, rubbing his eyes, turned to the Court and gave this verdict: “We find yonr Honor not guilty.” • Old Age.—‘Fifty years of age and found gnilty of stealing fifty-two barrels of sugar, groaned Colonel McCann, a Government offi- °'al, in Nebraska, when he was found gnilty in a United States court of stealing sugar from Uncle Sam. He had been President of the First National Bank of Nebraska City, and had been defeated by only a few votes in the race for the United States Senate. By the way, de feated candidates seem to have been playing the mischief lately. One or two went crazy, one in Franklin parish shot at hit successful competi tor and tried to barn him np in bed, and others disputed the returns, after the fashion of the •head tots,’ and are having a row over them. Hr. Talmage and the Clergymen*— Mr. Talmage who has been unveiling the un clean gods at the ‘modern Sodom,’ as he styles New York, gets some hard hits from his broth er clergymen as well as from the secular press. Some of them call him the clerical mounte bank, and Rev. Mr. Nilson of the Brooklyn Presbyte rian Cbnrch said in his last Sunday's Sermon. ' In a recent neighboring chnrch at this very hoar a vast number of people are assembled, many of them members of other churches, more of them young men who have flocked over from a neighboring city, because cf the announce ment that a prominent minister under the pro tection of the polioe had been visiting the lowest and vilest slnms of New York—its gambling hells, its dance honsea, its resorts of thieves and prostitutes—for the purpose of presenting pic tures of these pollutions in a series of sermons on the abominations of city life. What has bean the result ? He had achieved a tremendous and fearful success. • * * And, last of all, he has made himself and his eaored work the occa sion of a thousand filthy jokes through the ool- m n s of leprous papers in resorts frequented by characters of whom “it is a shame to speak.” Oh, that the pitiful God may stay the awful, the ; dire results of such ministrations.' ” Princess Louise.—The United States, as first consin to Canada, owes thanks to England for sending to the New World the fairest and brightest of its royalty in the person of the lovely and accomplished Marchioness of Lome. She is said to have been the Queen’s favorite daughter, and to have received at her marriage heaitier demonstrations of pride and tenderness from her royal mother than any of those other daughters of her house who have passed from the maternal protection into stately homes and thrones of their own. Princess Louise afford a noble rebuke to the idle daughters of wealth, who, because they have money in plenty to pro vide for every want, think they have nothing to do with their time and talents but to waste them in the most frivolous pursuits, Princess Louise, though born to wealth and ease, has not laid down luxuriously in the “roses and lilies of life.” She has contributed to the world’s progress and culture by her in dustry. We are told that she is an earnest helper of her sisterhood, and takes intense in terest in all that relates to their advancement and welfare. It is said that “she is an acoom- plished linguist, a good sculptor, and some thing more than a good draughtsman and pain ter. She has several times contributed to pub lic art exhibitions in London, and in the pres ent exhibitedj in the Grosvenor gallery i pieoe of sonlptnre of marked excellenoe, illus trative of the doiDgs of Lavaint aud Enid, Their three gray suits'of armor. Each on each, And bound them on their horses, Each on each, And tied the bridal rein of all The three together, And said to her, “Drive them on Before you through the wood.” He foilowed ° * * * * The curious in snch matters may care to know that she is an expert in the art of designing lace and such small things of female conse quence, and those who would care to examine the points of her ability with the pencil may do so in the pages of her husband’s poem, Guido and Lita;a Taleofthe Riviera. In a word, the princess, Marchioness of Lome, is “facile prin- ceps of her sex, the reprosent&tive of the higher onltnro of woman in England. Lord Lome, the new Governor of Canada, is a worthy mate for so noble a woman. A Herald correspondent says: “Lord Lome had known the princess from childhood. It wonld hardly be en exaggeration to say that the two had grown np together. In age there was little difference between them, in temperament al most none. Both were highly accomplished and fond of following the higher purposes of life, devoted to literature and art, energetic in well doing and dtsirous of walking the world with a higher aim in view than is ordinarily to be found among these who have their dweling in kings’ palaces, and each, we may add, was endowed with that inalienable wealth of char acter which cannot be misused, squandered or thrown away.” * The Boy Tbat Follows the Hearse. We are all acquainted with the gamin who fol lows the fire engine, who trots tireless after the preluding drum and horn of the minstrel show, or the tinkling bell of the perambulating ad vertiser. The, name of this urohin is legion; bat for a boy to have a fancy for following hearses is not so common, and Dan Gallagher, of New York, is somewhat of a cariosity through his mania in that respect. From a peculiarity in his eyes, he has been given the nick-name of “Johnny Lookup," and is well known by that cognomen. A World reporter says of him: ‘Tt is immaterial to Johnny whether the funerals he attends are those of strangers or acqnaint- ances. He has long been a butt among ‘under takers’ assistants and hack-drivers, and many pranks have been played on him. Three or four winters ago an undertaker in lower Green wich street wagered fifty dollars that “Johnny Lookup" could not run barefooted and bare- beaded to Calvary Cemetery three times in one day. Being promised one half of the amount if he snoceeded, Daniel started with the first funeral he saw, and reached the cemetery in advance of it He rode back to the ferry and there met another funeral, which he followed back to the cemetery. Riding back to the ferry again he met the third faneral. Ha repeated the ran to the cemetery onoe more, and then re turned to New York, still without hat or shoes, to find himself cheated out of the money prom ised him. His mania has grown so upon Dan iel within the last three years that he reads regularly the death notices and oarriesamem- oranda-book for entries of fnnerals and all con cerning them. On the day of the announced faneral, the boy goes to the undertaker’s shop before the hearse is thriven sway and offers his assistance in any part of the work. He is sometimes paid a little money for his services, but the prospeot of pay does not influence him, and his happiness is not oomplete nntil he en ters the cemetery jn advance of the hearse. Af ter the interment he hastens back to the city if his book announces another faneral. At Mon tague’s faneral Dan ran in advance of the hearse like an old-time footman." * A Grave with a Bell Punch.— Apropos of the body-snatching mania, a Yan kee is about to patent an arrangement that he thinks will be a very “neat” oheok on those ghouls who have a propensity to do the deed onrsed by Shakspeare in his epitaph— “cursed be he who stirs my bones'” The patent will exhibit an eleotrio wire run ning from the final resting plaoe to the polioe station, where it would ring an alarm if touched by any one near the grave. The Fanny Man in one of onr exchanges says: “It wonld, no doubt, be interesting to sit at polioe headquar ters and hear the sleepy sergeant remark, as the alarm rings: “John, go see what’s the matter with No. W fourth row, back;’’ or, “There now, some one’s fooling with old Bones’ tomb again, Jim, step np and see about it” An Ohio man takes the present occasion to oall attention to the patent explosive dynamite grave; whioh is warranted to blow the deaeorator into the nex country. Old Dr. Le Moyne rises to state thatt cremation is the only remedy for this sort of thing. His farnaoe is open at lowest oash rates; discount to large families and schools.” * , The Modern Temperance Work ers.—The Temperance workers of the country are not idle. Earnestly and constantly, good men are trying to stem the current of Vicious Appetite that else might sweep away prosperity aud morality from the land. They are not con tent now with denouncing or ridiculing the evil. That was the old short-sighted way. Mod ern philanthropy is wiser and deeper seeing, and as a consequence tenderer and more for bearing. Science has strengthened its vision and taught it deeper sympathies and truer help fulness. The Temperance Reformers of our day are mostly large-minded and large-hearted men, who understand more of the physical causes of Morbid Appetite and better appreciate the diffi culties in the way of reform. They have found that heredity is one ohiof cause of the craving for stimulants, and that another is a morbid physical condition, caused in most instances by irregular habits insuffloient food, unwholsome diet, or lack of some special kind of food needed to satisfy a want of the constitution, and without which thera is that dull craving, that feeling of “goneness," whioh drinkers urge as a plea for taking Btimulants. Our modern Temperance reformers, guided by the toroh of science, are searching down into the source of the great over shadowing evil of drunkenness, and striking gradual blows at its roots that run down deep into the physical as well as moral being. The forethought amll compassion arising from a larger nnderstaedingjof the nature of the mania for drink, crops out in intelligent help to those who desire or have begun to reform. Plain, nntech. nical physiological rules are disseminated among them.and those of the poorer class are helped to situations; work i3 given them, clothes, suitable food, books, and the hand of brotherhood ex tended with encouraging words that help to raise their fallen self-respect. Many ministerr, appreciating the fact that half the crime and sin of the world may be traced to liquor are making temperance the subject of sermons and lectures and are bestowing careful thought on the sub ject, while the progressive Journals of the coup. try are analyzing the evil in the grave and sci entific manner it deserves, and sending out through essays, stories and incidents, valuable hints towards reform through such means as regularity of habits, attention to diet, by eating wholesome, nutritions food, frequent bathing, exercise and general regard to the obvious but too little regarded laws of health. * Death of Excelsior.—Who did not know Excelsior? Dan Rice’s wonderful performing horse, white as snow, blind as Homer, and, in his equine way, as grand; and as dear to old Dan as one ol his own blood. We have all seen Ex celsior, if not since we have grown up and are too proper to go to circuses, then in our youthful days when the canvas tent was an enchanted dome, and the caparisoned horses,the lithe tum blers—the tulle and tinsel ‘fair equ9striens,’ and even the motly clown seemed a part of fairy land—altogether too grand and wonderful to be common mortals and animals. Old Excelsior himself was grand and wonderful and no mis take. A notice of his death says: ‘Excelsior was the most remarkable horse that ever lived. Ex celsior was blind %)«n Dan came into posses sion of him, but, horse frequently replied when his owj.sr oft-repeated question to him in the rin^, he was glad that he was blind, and it was probably because he was so well cared for and so affectionately treated. When his master fared well no prince could have treated his noblest hunter more generously,and when his master was a little short in his own al lowance the horse never knew it, for there was always some means found of keeping his stall well provided and his manger bountifully fill ed. They traveled together for over a quarter of a centurj, and wherever Dan Rice was known the wonderful white horse was a welcome and general acquaintance. He knew every intona tion of his owner’s voice, and answered every question and complied with every command as a faithful human servant wonld. He was no com mon trick animal whose antics are gnardod by the lash. His trioks, if so they might be called, were the ontoome of an understanding intellect, and had been instilled into him as a child's first lessons are taught him, kindly and with en couraging voice. Excelsior was frequently in the hands of the sheriff and constable, but as he was the property of Mrs. Rice, or so claimed to be, he generally succeeded in escaping writs, and his detention in the hands of the law’s min ions was every time but short-lived.’ * The Fate of the Hebrew. A Tragic Story. BTP ROF. J. K. HOSMER. In one of the old towns on the Rhine, I went to see a synagogue which tradition says was built before the Christian era. In Roman leg ions served certain Jews, who, stationed hereon the frontier of Gaul, which had just been sub dued, founded a temple of their faith. I felt that the low, blackened walls of time-defying masonry bad at any rate, an immense antiquity. The blocks of stone were beaten by the weather; the thresholds nearly worn through by the pass ing of feet; a deep hollow lay in a Ftone at the portal, where the multitude of generations bad touched it with the finger in sacred observance. Within the low interior my Jewish guide told me a sorrowful legend, which was no doubt, in part true, relating to a lamp burning with donble flame before the shrine. Once, in the old cruel days, that hatred might be excited against the Jews of the city, a dead child was secretly thrown by the Christians into the cellar of one of their faith. Straightway an accusa tion was brought by the contrivers of the trick the child was found, and the innocent Hebrews accused of the murder. The authorities of the city threatened at once to throw the chief men of the congregation into a caldron of boiling oil if the murderers were not produced. Time passed; the rabbi and elders were bound, and heard already, close at hand, the simmering of the preparing torture. Then appeared two strangesr, who gave themselves into the hands of the magistrates, voluntarily accusing them selves of the crime. Into the caldrons they were at once thrown, from which, as they died, ascended two milk-white doves. Innocent, with a pious lie upon their lips, they sacrificed them selves to save others. To commemorate their deed, the lamp with the donble flame had been kept forever burning within the low arch. I walked one day through the Juden-grass at Frankfort. The modern world is ashamed of the cruelty and prejudice of the past, and would like to hide from sight the things that bear witness to it. The low, strong wall, however, was still standing, within whose narrow confines the Jews were crowded, never safe from violence, or even death, if they were found outside at timies not permitted. Many of the ancient houses still remained, the fronts discolored, channeled, towering up in mutilation and decay that were pathetic, as if they had partaken in the long suffering of their inmates, and were stained and furrowed by tears. From one of the battered houses came the family of Roth schild, to stand as the right-hand men of kings, and hold nations in their hands, exchanging the squalor of the Juden-grass for palaces; but the cld mother of the family would never leave the straitened home. She came to believe that the fortunes of her sons depended npon her remaining within the wall. She would go for a day’s visit to her sons in their splendid abodes, but at night-fall always returned, and in the Juden-grass, at last, she died. The Jews of to-day seem to take pleasure in contrast ing their present condition with their past misery. They have chosen to erect their stately synagogue among the old roofs, upon the founda tions even; of the wall with which the past tried to fence them off from all Christian contact. In a certain sense, the most ratienalistic thinker will admit that the Jews are ‘ the chosen people of the Lord.’ For intense passionate force, there is no people among the races of the earth so remarkable. In whatever direction the Jew sends his feeling, is it not right to say that he surpasses in earnestness all other men ? If the passion be mean or wicked to what depths will he not descend? Fagin and Shylock are our types of the extremity of unscrupulous malice. But if his hate is bitter, a force just as great, on tne other hand, appears in his love. Be it child or parent, be it mistress, friend, or wealth, the How they ‘Make up’ on the Modern Stage. .Ano‘her of the lost arts of the stage—lost be cause sunk in the whelming overflow of stupid ‘realistic’ notions—is the art of ‘make-up. The ‘gentleman’ of the mimic scene knows ot no make-np art but that which makes him beauti ful. The whole proofs? coDsisis merely in tue gumming of a mustache, a grassing and powder ing of face and hands, a blackening of eye brows and eyelashes and a painting of the ears. The vanities of this stage gentleman are ridic ulous. If you get close enough to the stage any night, you may see a red spot on the chin of the actor who is made up to be a pretty ‘perfect gentleman.’ That red spot represents a dimp.e. All his make-up Dowers are effeminate and point merely to the beautification of his vain self. Booth’s make-up in ‘The Fool’s Revenge was a genuine work of art, however. The wig, the scrap of pointed beard and the impish arch to the painted eyebrows, with a careful use ot white, red and black in bringing out the lining of the features and setting their tragic phases wss quite as admirable in its way es was the acting of the tragedian. No actor can be said to know his business until he has acquired this art of ‘make-up,* which seems likely to prove another of the lost arts of the stage. As for the ladies—the aotresses—they have lest the art of artistic make-np altogether. They had some ideas on the subject before the opera bouffe people and the French comedians came over here, and before Clara Morris went to Paris to see Sara Bernhardt. Since the period of those two events our actresses have taken to the French methods of make-up. They put the black cosmetic on their eyelids very thioklyfrom a heated hair-pin, plaster their faces with a chalky paste, paint their lips with rouge, thus destroying all expression, redden their cheek bones high np on the side of the face, and paint the eyelids all around with shaded Vermillion. A black mark around the nostrils, pink dabs on the ears, and a plentiful use of ‘white wash’ for the arms and neck, constitute all the art. The make-up is the same for an old woman as a young one, and the result is that our actresses look like French ballerinas in loDg clothes, and their features plastered with pigments inartisti- cally laid on, are capable of no expression at all, or at most, of only the ballerina’s grin. •loliil T. Raymond —The last month of the new year opens for us, theatrically, with the name of John T. Raymond. The great Ameri can Comedian is too well known to need more than an anonneement of his playing, and espe cially of his playing ‘Col. Mulberry Sellers,’to draw a crowded house. Every man and woman worth the name enjoys genuine humor and fee,? the better for having laughed over suoh an in imitably funny conception as ‘Mulberry Sellers personated by John Raymond. This delightful comedy is given Monday evening, December the 2d. Tuesday evening the same companys said to be a very good one, play ‘Risks or In sure Your Life. Louise Pomeroy—The John Ed wards Company.—‘Strictly first class,’ is the endorsement of the press wherever the Ed wards Company have given a performance. They are playing the Adirondacks, the new play written for Louise Pomeroy, and of course that graceful and imaginative actress is the Star of the Company, and is said to carry off the honors by a ‘finished rendition of the disap pointed, scornful young widow, rising to some thing superb in her abandonment to over-mas tering emotion in the second act.’ She is veil Jew’s love is the most intense of loves. If the ^supported. Miss Mortimer makes a pleasing Sarah Bernhardt's Latest Freak.—Sarah Bernhardt, the Paris woman wonder, who is at once painter, sculptor, actor and author, has a feverish passion for sensations, which couples with her vanity, has caused her to have herself painted and photographed in all the poses, situa tions and costumes that her ingenious and restled fancy can devise. One painting of her is stars ling in its unearthliness. It represents her lying on a crimson oouch, stretched her full length —and she is taller than most women—dressed in a dead-white, shroud-like robe that envelopes her from head to foot, as if it were a corpse who lies before you. But there is no death in that thin, dark, intense face, those eyes that burn with deep smouldering fires. The subtle mouth, the over refinement, the delicate passionateness of the face and figure are something to be remembered, even by one who had only seen, as in our oase, a copy of the portrait. The Bernhardt’s latest caprice has been to have herself photographed in her coffin. She has long possessed this coffin—a beautiful inlaid and satie lined casket—a present from a friend—a strong present for a friend to make—but Sarah Bern- ardt's strangeness is contagious. It has been quite a pet with her, this curious piece of boudoir furniture, and she takes a morbid pleasure in dec orating it with flowers and the bits of costly lace left over from her dress trimmings, and trying on it every idea of ornamentation that enters into her never-resting brain. At last, she sent for an artist, arranged herself in the coffin, and had hero self photographed in the robe she had made for her burial garments. ’There she lies,’ says a Paris letter, ‘as Mrs, Gamp would say, ‘ the sweetest corpse.’ ’ Only four oopies of this piotnre wore made- —for strictly private keeping—but if the pub- lio oould Bee one of them, whioh it never will, it would insist on there being a thousand. The ooffin is half smothered in flowers and branches of palm, most artistioally arranged, and it is placed on an incline, so as to permit yon to have a good view of the ooonpant She lies on a pillow of white satin; she is robed in white oashmere, and her bare arms are oroseed meekly over her breast—Ophelia going to her grave The eyes are oloaed and all the feetnr es beauti fully composed. Everything is done to oarry the idea oat that death is bat»long, dreamless sleep.’ . yearning takes an upward tendency, it becomes the purest and most earnest of religions, voicing itself in psalm and prophecy, becoming concrete at length in Christ, the outshining of God Him self. The spiritual energy of the Jew manifests itself very strikingly in the tenacity witn which he clings to his nationality. Eighteen hundred years have passed since the race,in its old home, was conquered and driven forth to the four winds. Since then, what have they not suffered? Take the history of any of the eivilized nations, and no page will be found quite so tragic as the story of its treatment of the Jews. Robbery and exile, torture and death—not a woe that man can inflict upon his fellow-man has been spared them, and the agents of the cruelty have often felt that in exercising it they were only perform ing service to God. Men chivalrous and saintly have perseonted the Jews almost in proportion to their ohivalry and sanctity. Riohard Cce nr de Leon taxes and massacres them without mercy; in the mediaeval cities the hands that shaping the great cathedrals heap np faggots by wholesale for the Jew-bnrning; Ferdinand and Isabella drive them forth by thousands; Luther turns from them with abhorrence. In the op pression to whioh the race has been subjected, nearly all forms of activity have been forbidden to it exoept money-getting—a narrow, sordid channel, but through that Jewish energy has rushed, nntil. despised though the people were, they have had the world almost at their mercy. Bat beaten though their hands have been, their grip has hardly relaxed a particle npon the tra ditions and customs they value. Even in oat- ward traits there has been little change. Abra ham and Mordecai confront ns in the streets to-day with the very features of their progenitors of the same names as they stand fixed on the monuments of Nineveh. Whatever softening they may undergo through the inflnenoe of modern ideas, Jernsalem, to multitudes of them, still their holy city; the babe must undergo cir cumcision; for themselves and the stranger within their gates, the unleavened bread must be prepared at the feast of the Passover. Te nacity—how marvelons! The world, with blow after blow of outrage and oontnmely, has not been able to hnnt the life oat of its grizzly Ju dean prey. It is only yesterday, as it were, that a begin ning was made of lifting the weight off the shoulders of the Jews. When Lessing seleoted a Jew to be the hero of his grandest play, the innovation was so unheard of aa to mark his in trepidity more^strongly, perhaps, than any act he ever performed. Even as late as the eighteenth centnry Jews were massored in Europe. Up to the time of the Napoleonic wars, in most oonn- tries they were a race of pariahs. Tney had scaroely any rights in the oonrts; on church holidays it was part of the regular celebration to hnnt them through the streets and sack their houses; in some oities only twenty-five Jews were allowed to marry during a year, that the accursed race might not inorease too fast So late as 1830, the Jews in Hamburg were hunted with the old bitterness; even Solomon Heine, the richest banker in Germany, the man upon whose shoulders the prosperity of the city to a large extent depended, who had given whole fortanes in the most oatholio spirit for innum erable charities and pnblio ends, with diffionlty saved himself from outrage. Not Accountable.—A young “blood” in New York who drove a flue livery stable horse to death, set up in oourt a plea that he was an “infant" in law, as he wan two months of being twenty-one. The court didn’t see it * and pretty Kitty. Mr. Brown suoceeds well with his very difficult part of Gus Gudgen, and Mr. Leake as Ralph Challis commands the highest commendation.’ So says our Savannah ex changes, and on next Wednesday evening, At lanta will have an opportunity of seeing the new play and on Thursday evening following, Miss Pomeroy will appear as Camille in the ever fascinating play of that name. * Consumption—IIovv it Hay bp Told from Astbmn or Bronchitis.—A cer tain set of symptoms may exist without the physician being able to say positively, ‘You have the consumption.’ If snch an one has a healthy ‘vital capacity,’ it is certain that it can not be consumption. Another man may n e have as many of these bad symptoms, or non of them may be so aggravated, by reason of tem perament, constitution, duration, etc., yet, if the spirometer shows that he is deficient in ‘ vi tal capacity,’ then the existence of consnmptive disease becomes a demonstration. When I have ascertained that a man j a minished ‘vital capacity;’ that his pulse much too fast at any aud all hours; that he has been losing in flesh and strength and breadth, expressed by the complaint of ‘great shortness of breath;’ that, on placing the ear on the chest under the collar-bone, it gives no more sound than if it were laid on a dead wall; or that it gives snch a sonnd as is made by blowing into a large-mouthed vial; or tbat there is the sound of blowing through a tube iuto a vessel of thick soap-suds, I know that consumption is present in the form of the presence of tnberoles fatal in their numbers; or in the form of a dry cavity in the lungs, showing that they have been eaten away; ora partially filled oavity, indicating that the lungs are in an actual state of deoay; of oon- snming, or consumption; and when snch is the oase no honest physioian can hesitate to declare that death will most likely be the resalt; for when the langs onoe begin to decay, giving wasting of flesh, strength and health, the issue is fatal in almost every one of a thousand cases. Bat suppose all the above symptoms exist, ex cept that the sonnd given out is like the twit- tering of many littls birds, then it is not only not consumption, but it is next to impossible, in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred, that the person will ever have consumption. And why ? Simply because the bird-like twittering, when the ear is laid flat on the ohest, was never known to be given ont by a consumptive pa tient, bat is always given ont by an asthmatic, and asthmatics seldom die of consumption, or of anything else exoept old age. In a sense, they die daily, suffer a thousand deaths, bat wheeze on nntil they dry up to skin and bone, or become dropsical. Bnt suppose all the symptoms enumerated awhile sgo were present, exoept the twittering sound and a quick pulse, with a ‘tremendous oough’ added, liable to come on any hour of the night or day, then it is clear that it is neither consumption nor asthma, bat common chronio bronchitis, and the man has a good ohanoe of living to the age of sixty or seventy years.—Dr HalL ftNiok Roberts, with the amusing, sparkling and infinitely various 'Hnmpty Dumpty’ Com bination will be in Atlanta on the sixth and sev enth of December. Extraordinary new attract tions are promised. New danoee, songs, and spectacular effects. Go and see. mF-'