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JSO. H. SEAL,!!, - Editor and Proprietor.
W. B SEALS. - Proprietor and Cor. Editor
MRS. MARY E. BRYAN, (*) Associate Editor.
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Not So Rad as They are Painted.
Some Features of Moslem Civiliza
tion.—Certainly, no oonntry of modern times
has had more contradictory statements made
concerning its people and its social cnstoms
than Turkey. There is a wide spread cariosity
to know something of the land of white slave
markets,harems,veiled women,bowstrings, ‘sack
ing’ and other anomalous institutions and prac
tices. The temptation of travelers to minister
to this curiosity is often greater than their op.
portunities for information, and they fill their
Foreign Letters’ and ‘Notes of Travel’ with ac
counts caught up second-hand in a rapid run
through the country, where they see Turkish
life only from hotel windows or learn it from
the broken English of a dragoman, often mali
ciously or mischievously misrepresenting. Thus
we have risen from the perusal of the frightful
evils of polygamy and of cruelty to wives and
slaves, burning with indignation and feeling as
though it would be best for civilizalion if the
whole nation were wiped out with blood, when,
perhaps, the next book about Turkey that falls
from the press, contains information entirely
contradicting that over which we have felt such
indignation. Mr. McCoan, in Fraser’s maga
zine, defines the extent and character of the two
Turkish horrors—polygamy and slavery,in what
seems a truthful and unprejudiced way. Hav
ing had the largest opportunity of studying
Turkish life in the different social grades; and
being of an analytic and logical turn of mind
his information and his deductions from it are
of value to one who really cares to know how
Turkey stands in relation to social progress.
The slaves, as a rule, are kindly treated, allow
ed to acquire property, learn trades and work
at them to their own interest, and are often libe
rated according to a transmitted contract or for
some good service done to their owners. The
condition carries with it no indelible degrada
tion and a master often liberates a slave and
gives him his daughter m marriage, without the
union being considered a mesalliance. Any cru
elty to wives or to slaves is frowned upon by
public feeling and reported to the Cadi, who
promptly redresses the wrong, sells the slave to
another master and divorces the wife, for wives
mpy obtain divorces from various grounds, it
seems, although the authoress of that interest
ing book, “The Peopleof Turkey,’oomplains that
they cannot. Slaves often refuse to be liberat
ed, while many of the freedmen are now minis-
ers of state and hold high official and social
c1es3 rank in both Constantinopleand the pro -
vinces, and of these there were net more than six
or eight transgressors of the monogamio or
one-wife rule. There is moreover a growing
prej udioe against polygamy which helps to coun
teract the legal temptation to have a plurality
of wives. Popular opinion and the economic
check will throw their weight on the side of
Christian civilization, which is now gaining
foot-hold in the Mussulman kingdom and the
result will be that the old effete customs will
gradually disappear —slowly, beoause they are
consecrated by time and religion—and forms
founded upon a healthier morality will take
their place.
Meantime, Turkish society, weighted as is its
progress by polygamy and slavery, has some
features that make it superior to our own civili
zation. Moslem legislation recognizes no illegi
timacy; ‘every child has in law a father,’ says
Mr. McCoan,’ and the social pariahs, with no
ligitimate name that disgrace our civilization,
are never met with in Turkey. The travelling
philanthropist will consequently look in vain
for foundling hospitals among the public chari
ties of Stainboul, Damascus and Bagdad.’ Nor
is this all. What is called the ‘necessary social
evil’ is unknown among Mussulman. Polyga
my, it may be, serves to eleminate it, but what
ever the oause that ‘scandal to civilization, that
flourishes with us under police license and al
most with social sanction, is everywhere in the
East sternly reprobated both by Moslem law and
public feeling.’
Mr. McCoan adds another and a very surpris*
ing statement, whioh he avows is strictly the
trutfc. He says:
‘I oould quote ample private authority to prove
that harem-life, instead of being a state ol un
limited license on the one side and of virtual
slavery on the other, is essentially home life in
many of its best and tenderest aspects. In fact,
in Turkish society the men see no women but
their wives, mothers and sisters, and as a rule,
therefore, think of no others; while the women
similarly know only their husbands, and are
wholly rccupied with them. Nowhere, too, is
the old-fashioned sentiment of reverence for pa
rents and love of children more actively para
mount. and—I do not scruple to affirm, with
whatever weight may attach to a long residence
in and extensive travel through the country—
nowhere is the general tone of family and social
morality higher.’
From which account it would appear that we
need send no missionaries to Turkey. Mr. Mc-
Coan’s statement in regard to domestic quietude
of the harem may be true, but it sounds like a
covert apology for polygamy—a practice which
is utterly at variance with a pure aud high civ
ilization, and the presence of which upon our
own shores, in the case of the Mormons, is a
blot upon our government. It is a fact signifi
cant of advancing good, that the women reform
ers of our country have turned their attention
earnestly to the doing away of this national
stigma, declaring that they will give the Legis
lative power no rest until it has removed this
relic of the dark days of woman’s subjection-
and inferiority, which is so incongruous in a
nation whose key-note of progress is the eleva
tion and intelligent oc-operation of women. *
The Week in Atlanta. - An unusually
lively week has just passed over Georgia’s cap
ital. Business has seemingly been brisk. So
cial recreations plentiful and theatrical enter
tainments every night* Monday evening John
T, Raymond gave his inimitable presentation
of Mulberry Sellers with a very fair support.
Tuesday evening, he was equally good in the
delicious little comely, of ‘liisks,’ while several
of the actors, male and female, who supported
him surpassed expectation. Wednesday Eve
ning,‘Evangeline’ drew a large crowd to Concor
dia, Hall while a moderately full house greeted,
Miss Pomeroy in her new play Adirondacks, in
which she and her capital support made the
most of a rather crude and illy-constructed
play, with no originality of plot and a lack o
delicate shading both of character and incident.
Miss Pomeroy’s spirited acting however gave it
interest and in the final scenes beauty and pa
thos. The next evening, she played the ev6r
fascinating Camille. Thursday evening there
was a grand hop at the Markham, at which the
‘grave and potent’ state fathers, now here in As
sembly, threw off tneir dignity and made them
selves agreeable to the fair belles of the city.
Friday night, a crowd came to admire the tab
leaux and clever pantomine and songs of Nick
Robert’s llumpty Du mpty: while on McDonough
street the residence of Mrs. Ball was the scene
positions.
As regards the sale of wives, it appears that
the sordid Circassians still sell their fair daugh
ters to the Turks; but the trade is contraband
and not nearly so common as formerly. They
are mostly bought from their parents by specu
lators (often Turkish ladies of rank) 'in the
rough’—that is as mere raw material to be work,
ed up into a saleable form by a year or two's
training in the accomplishments of upper-class
Moslem society. The best of these speedily at
tain freedom by marriage; others are bought a a
lady's maids and bath attendants, musicians and
dancing girls.
Concerning polygamy, we find from Mr. Mc
Coan that the popular conception very much over
rates the evil. The common belief is that poly
gamy and gross domestic immorality prevail to
an appalling extent throughout the Ottoman em
pire, that every Turk above the rank of the poor
est, is a ‘Bluebeard with his full Khoranio al
lowance of four wives supplemented by oonou.
bines a discretionNot so, Mr. McCoan informs
ns. According to him, only a minority of the
very richest avail themselves of the full legal
privelege, while of those below that rank not
one in a thousand have even two wives. Among
what with ns would be called the middle and
>wer classes, the rule, with but few exceptions,
i but one wife, with only rare cases in the addi-
ion of an adalisk er slave companion. ‘The first
nd almost sufficient explanation of this,’ says
Ir. McCoan, ‘is the cost of the indulgence. It
i not merely the dowry which m Turkey a hus-
and gives to instead of receiving with a wife,
bat makes marriage an expensive luxury; but
ach mate is entitled to a separate maintenance
n a scale according to her husband’s position,
cd without reference at all to the number of
le whole, whether they be one or fsnr. In the
tse of the rich, this means the support of a sep-
rate train of slaves, carriages and other inci-
ental outlays for each kadin; and even among
ie poorer classes, of considerably more than
is individual cost of number one.
Hr, McCoan adds that he has personally known
ott of the Turkish ministers of the past nine-
jears and many functionaries of second-
of a select and enjoyable German. Saturday
there was a Humpty Dumpty matinee much to
the delight of mothers and children, who will
have to replenish their saving's box in readi
ness for the coming circus, whoBe wonderful
picture-posters announce that the magic tent
will soon rise like a gigantic bubble in the sub
urbs, and underneath, it the bears will growl, the
hyena pace his cage, the,French horns discourse
blood-stirring strains, the acrobats leap, the
clown rehearse his witticisms and the scantily-
robed queen of the Ring break the paper
screens as of jore - *
A Sigh for (he Woods.—Joaquin Mill
er’s wild instincts are not yet stifled by the ‘fatal
charm of civilization,’ or else his poetical long
ings are merely affected, whioh is likely. Here is
a rather musical sigh for the old wild life in
western woods and prairies: *
Could I but return to my woods once more,
And dwell in their depths as I have dwelt,
Kneel in their mosses as I have knelt,
Sit where the cool white rivers run.
Away from the world and half hid lrom the sun,
Hear wind in the woods of my storm-torn shore,
Glad to the heart with listening—
It seems to me that 1 then could sing,
And sing as I never have sung before.
O God! once more in my life to hear
The voice of a wood that is loud and alive.
That stirs with its being like a vast bee-hive!
And oh, once more in my life to see
The great bright eyes of the antlered deer;
To sing with the birds that sing for me,
To tread where only the red man trod,
To say no word, but listen to Ood!
A Good Then.—Bachaumont says that one of
the most magnificent fetes ever witnessed at St.
Cloud was given by Napoleon L in honor of the
christening of the King of Rome. In the midst
of the festivities a terrible storm came on; and
the Emperor, who was at that moment standing
it the door of the palace, talking to the mayor
of Lyons, said to that functionory, ‘I am going
to do your manufactories a good turn.’ His
Majesty remained ar the doorway, and, in Bpite
of the pelting rain, no one one presumedto ou
ter. It was with great difficulty that Prince Al-
dobrand ni managed to prooure an umbrella for
the r j-ress Marie-Lonise. The value of the
si) »*d satin dresses thus spoiled amounted to
mu iioas of francs.—Historical Scraps.
How to Make Children Mind.
‘How is it your children mind so well ?’ asked
one lady of another. ‘1 suppose you don’t spare
the rod, but neither do I. Seems to me I’m for
ever scolding and flogging my boys and girls, and
they are still as disobedient and headstrong as
ever. Now, you don’t seem to have any bother
with yours. It must be all iu the child s disposi
tion. Some children have more spirit than others,
and are harder to break in.’
‘I don’t think mine have any lack of spirit,’ the
lady answered with a quiet smile, ‘they inherit a
restless, active temperament, but I have always
been firm with them—firm, not harsh. I aim to
impress on my children that disobedience is sure
to get them into trouble. I say,' Don t do such a
thing,’ and when they do it the punishment (not
necessarily a heavy one) follows promptly and
inevitably. The two things, disobedience and
punishment, are so absolutely connected together
that the child inevitably thinks of the one every
time it meditates the other. Why don’t a child
put its fingers into the fire? Because it knoist
that if it does it will get burned. And in the same
experimental manner my children know that if
they disobey they will get punished ; and they
avoid disobedience accordingly.’
‘Ah ! this is all very fine. Your children may
mind while they’re under your eye. But how does
your system work in your absence ? Do your
children mind when you're not looking at them ?
‘My dear madam, all beings that are guided by
experience, rather than by precept, are essentially
creatures of habit, and children especially so.
Habits are, indeed, nothing more or less than ac
cumulated experiences. Drive sheep into a certain
pen every night for a month, and thereafter they
will go there without any driving. Have yourself
called every morning at five for a few weeks, and
you'll find you will wake without calling. And in
just the s ime way, by teaching your children to
obey implicitely when you are present, you will
get them in such a habit of obedience that they
will seldom think of di-obeying in your absence.
Experience will form the habit, and the habit wili
remain long after the experience has been for
gotten or is, at best, remembered in a dim and
misty fashion.
‘At least, such has been my experience with my
own children ; and if your method of discipline
has resulted in children that won’t mind, suppose
you try my system for a while. Put yourself in
your child's place, and try so to shape its exper
iences that from each one of them it may learn
only a lesson of the advantages of obedience and
good behavior.
Learning Under Difficulties.
A True Sketch of Life in the North Geor
gia Mountains.
‘It was an-ex-ci-ting-scene.’
He read aloud slowly (spelling the long words)
from a soiled and crumpled newspaper, as he sat
in the chimney corner, a piece of corn bread in one
hand from which he occasionally bit a mouthful,
while he and his circle of auditors cast now and
then quick glances toward the one door of the
abode.
‘It—was—an—ex-ci-ting—scene— she — wrung
her—hands—in—ag-o-ny.'
‘Just read a little faster, John, I’ap’ll soon be
here;’ and the home-spun clad mother of the tow
headed youth sits with her wool cards idle in her
lap, while she listens to the story read by her son
—the only one out of twelve who has acquired the
accomplishmeut of reading.
lie reads on, patiently spelling the hard words;
his sunburnt face lights up with interest, glows
with enthusiasmas the ideas dawn upon his mind
‘Alarm^ miiTSTdaJ s a cornin',’ cries a barefoot
girl. ‘Bud, hide that paper; you know dad’s done
said you musn't read it, case it’s sinful.’
Sallie leaves the spinning wheel, peers through
a crack of the log cabin; the mother jumps up,
while John hurriedly folds a part of a much worn
paper with a certain air of pride. Old copies of
this paper, borrowed surreptiously from a neighbor
lrom time to time,have taught him the first ele
ments of reading, wakened his intellect, and rous
ed his ambition.
While the reading of the story was going on and
the perils and distresses of the lovely heroine were
absorbing the attention of the usually watchful
mother, several smaller children had crept, under
the rough piue bed-stead and slyly obtained pos-
esssion of a jug, drew out the corn-cob stopper and
began licking the molasses from it and from around
the mouth of the jug. One of the little unkempt
urchins monopolized the jug, to the indignation of
another, who, forgetting prudence, screamed out:
‘Give it to me, I got it fust,’ and jerks the jug
away spilling the precious contents over a not
too clean floor.
‘Twantme, spilled it;' shrieks the offender,
while the mother turns about, beholds the mis
chief done and flies to them, strap in hand.
‘How loDg will this yiar honse keep clean,
just look at that, and I scoured it last spring;
taint six monts yet;* ‘‘reflectively counting her
fingers. ‘Sides all these merlasses wasted; un
I'd been savin em to put in the ooffee, when the
preacher oomed round.’
All this time unmindful of the racket John
stands in profound study, his eyes upon the
folded paper in his hand.
‘I've got it marm ! marm I’ve done it! I oan
jist spell them big letters on the front page in
spite of the twis'.s and vines and things S—U— N
N—Y S-O-U—T-H!
The mother stands and looks at him admir
ingly, for the letters arrayed in their delicate
lights and shades and ornamented with vines
and tendrils were nnoertain and obsenre to them
all.
Neither noticed that the father, who had stopped
just ontside the door to give a ear of corn to a
pet pig that had followed him, had now entered
the low door and was looking at the boy intent
upon the newspaper.
‘Thar, I ketched ye again !’ he exclaimed.
‘Next time I'll give ye a thrashing. It s agin
scripter to read them novels, yer’vs got yer
Bible here to read, since you've tuck to hanker
ing so arter readin. And thers the hime book
and the catechism for yer. Give me that mess
o’ stories and sinfnl picters,’ and she snatches
the fragment of newspaper from the boys’ hand,
adding:
‘Ef yon want something to do, that yeer turkey
trap down in the hollar needs greasin an’ yer'd
better be tendin’ to it then readin them high-
flung stories.’
John goes out sullenly, and the old man tak
ing a cob pipe from the mantle pieoe, stops and
dips up*a coal into its bowl from the fire place,
and puffing until it is well lighted, goes over
to the corner where a big old worn family bible
lies on a small, rickety table, Holding the
stnbby-stemmed pipe between his teeth and the
book under bis arm, he goes oat. His wife
watohes him, and as he disappears, says:
‘I wonder what’s the matter with yonr pap
here lately. He's all the time a goin’ out and
readin’ the good book to hisself,’ and then mat
tering to herself, ‘I'll go and see what he’s doiD;’
she rose, pat up the oards and stepped out of
doors.
Everywhere befor her stretohes the antamn
landscape of brown fields, brown woods and dull
leaden sky. Immediately around the rnde log
cabin is bnilt a low fenoe, somewhat dilapidat
ed in its efforts to hold up Sunday loungers
that roost npon it. Within the bnilding—ah !
within is dirt and oobwebs and soot, three pine
bed steads, a loom, a table whose legs are afflict
ed with the St. Vitas Danoe, and a few dirty,
and orippled chairs the seldom idle, wheel, and
twelve children; the whole brightened by the
light stealing between the chinks of the log walls.
None of the3e deficiencies trouble the mind
of the mountain mother. She is accustomed to
them. She sees the same in the homes of most
of her neighbors. She is distressed however
by the fear that her ‘old man’ is going to die; he
has taken to reading the Bible so much aud to
seeking solitude that he may read it prayerful
ly no doubt. She sees him siting on a rook by
the spring as she softly descends the hill. His
back is to her; he is so much engaged be does
not hear her as she steals up behind him, and
he starts np, and stares at her in deep confusion
as she exclaims;
‘Gracious sakes ! why its the tother half of
John’s story paper you’re a readin’ so, an’
I a thinkin’ twer the good book all the time, an
that yon was a gwine to die.'
An exciting argument follows, which ended in
a compromise, the old man agreeing to let John
eojov the paper in peace, admitting that readin’
it did make him feel sorter sneakin’ hisself.’
He even agreed to take the paper when they
oould raise the money and the saorifioing matron
declared her willingness to help by giving np
‘chawing tobacco and smokin.’
Time rolls on and finds the family gathered
often aroand a brisk light-wood fire, in long
evenings attentively listening to John, who
through persistent study and practice is soon
enabled to read with clearness and considerable
ease. Stories first, afterwards news, anecdotes,
sketches and thoughts that stir his ambition »n 1
stimulate his energies, show him what is going
on in the busy out-side world, and wake np the
instincts of taste and beauty that lie dormant
in his soul and those of his family.
Fonr yean later, look in upon the mountain
home. What a change ! Cleanliness, and even
tokens of taste and refinement adorn the house
aud yard. Flowers and vines beautify the place.
Whitewashed walls inside, books, a few engrav
ings and a general air of neatness and comfort
pervade the dwelling; no longer a one-roomed
cabin. John has worked his way to a good, prac
tical education, and the other children are follow
ing in his footsteps, assisted by him, He is now
teaching the neighborhood school. The glimpses
into a higher existence and the rudiments of cul
ture and knowledge have greatly polished these
rough sons and daughters of the mountain. It has
made their daily task something better than drud
gery; it has lifted them from a merely animal life,
and stirred nobler impulses and ambitions, and all
this came from a stray newspaper. Liko the wing-
ged seed of a plant, wind-borno it came to this
humble mountain home,and there it found root,
and its flowers continue to diffuse a living and
purifying fragrance.
Soldier* Trust.—George Boniface is
well established favorite in the south. His act
ing is full of the spirit and freedom that South
erners like. Especially is he good in martial
parts. The Soldier fits him well and therefore his
appearance in; the Soldier‘s Trust will be looked
> for with interest. He travels with the Graves Sol
dier's Trust combination, a first class dramatic
| organization which occupy the boards of the
Opera House on the thirteenth and fourteenth
inst. The combination is a large one, the play
requiring a number of characters; and ths
names of Jordon, Graves, Harrison and Miss
Maria Hastings argue well for the support of
Mr. Boniface. *
Tlie Brown House.—Everybody who
has ever traveled South of Atlanta—delighted
to know that the famous house, so familiarly
known as “The Brown House,” of Mason, Ga.,
is again in full blast, in spite of the fire, and
still under the management of that gloiious old
gentleman, Col. E. E. Brown, and his younger
sons. Misfortunes often follow sach other in
quick and crushing succession, and this noble
hearted man has realized the truth of the
old adage, but like an invincible ‘Ajax, he has
bravely confronted all difficulties and “Richard
is himself again.” Everything about the new
establishment is elegant. The furniture, car
pets, crockery, are all beautifal ; the seiyants
are the veiy best in the land, and the fare is all
that auy one could aBk. No place in the South
is more pleasant than Macon and no houso is
more delightful than this far-famed Brown
Honse.
Col. Brown stands like a landmark between
the earlier and latter times, and now, in his
ripe old age, has accomplished a most wonder
ful feat for one of his years. Bereft, with little
warning, of one of the noblest sons of which a
father ever boasted, and who was carrying the
load from off his aged shonlders, and then in
swift succession called to look upon the ruins
of his once magnificent home it would seem
that snch blows were enough to paralyze old
age and bring grey hairs down to the grave, bat
they seemed to infnse new energy into the
bones and sinews of the grand old man, and
adopting the submissive sentiment of the good
old patriarch, in regard to his son, “ the L >rd
gave and the Lord hath taken away, blessed be
the name of the Lord,” he went to work tearing
away the debris and soon began the fonndation
for another structure upon the rains of his
former one, and in an astonishing short time
the public was notified that (the Brown House
was again open as nsnal. Grand triumph, we
say, for one of his years. Thrioe three oheers
for this splendid house, and many long years
of prosperity to its noble and genial proprietor
and all his most excellent and cultivated family.
liOtta Doming.—And we are really to have
Lotta in Atlanta. The report that she had oan-
oeled her Sonthern engagements oansed disap
pointment to many, bat she has reconsidered
the matter, and on the ICth and 17th the merry
and mercurial ‘pet of the people’ will delight
ns in her new play of ‘La Cigale,' adapted for
her by Olive Logan, who, aooording to the crit
ics, has taken Lotta’s measure to a nioety and
fitted her with a play, transgressing unities and
probabilities, but brimful of delicious burlesque,
fantastic fan, mischief and variety. As the plot
is sketched for ns, La Cigale is a lost heiress,
‘pretty poor and an adept in the arts of the cir-
oas. Restored to rank and fortnne, she intro
duces the accomplishments and manners of the
sawdnst arena into the drawing rooms of the
nobility and refuses the hand of a rioh and ti
tled noodle for the sake of a young artist for
whom she has a romantic attachment A New
York reporter of her performance of La Cigale,
at Park Theatre, says ‘Merriment reigned from
the rise to the fall of the curtain. Lotta sang,
danced, played the banjo, broke plates over the
Beads of her admirerB, jumped out of a window,
exeouted highland and low-and flings, reels and
jigs, with a mischevious glee that was entirely
innocent and ohildish.’ Vive la Lotta, queen
of gaiety, agility and ohild-like abandon. *
—The Hon. George S. Houston was on Wed -
nesday last declared eleoted U. S. for six years
from the fourth of March next, by the Alabama
Legislature, Out of 93 votes in the House he
received 91, while in the Senate, the vote was
unanimous.
A Comedy of Errors "‘The best way to ad
vertise a paper or magazine is to make in it occas
ionally such an absurd blunder that everybody will
point it out to his neighbor, and the paper will
get shown and talked about, for a paper, unlike a
woman, must get talked about or it will drop out
of notice.” So—or to this effect—declared Mr.
Carey Eggleston once when a glaring mistake in
his magazine brought down upon him an avalanche
of letters, kindly pointing out the blunder. Our
foreman last week acted evidently on Mr. Eggle,
ston's idea. While with thoughts attuned to Sat
urday night peace, we were borne to our country
fireside, he plolted against all peace and “ made
up the form” to suit Mr. Eggleston’s suggestion.
Ah! if mistakes are an advertisemet, what a
well-advertised sheet the S. S. was last week !
What a bright idea of that foreman was the
‘pieing’ of the head of an Editorial paragraph on
‘ Defeated Candidates,’ and the substitution of Old
Age’as a title instead! and of putting ‘Society Gos
sip’over a lot of doleful items; to say nothing of
dropping out innumerable letters from their
places and sticking them in anywhere with
reckless disregard of orthography; and tns
decapitation of a young lady’s sentimental poem
so as to leave it a puzzle.
Such a Comedy of Errors did our foreman perpe
trate last Saturday; enough to make one want to
hunt up a hollow to die in. But let our readers
be forbearing- After this week the foreman of the,
Sunny South will be a first-class typographical
artist, a man who understands his business and is
competent to direct the printers under him, many
of whom are inexperienced girl-compositors.
ODD ITEMS.
—Edmund Burke said, bsautifully, that taxes
for education are like vapors, which rise only to
descend again to beautify and fertilize the earth.
—The first daily paper in England was start
ed seventy-seven years ago. It was called the
Daily Courant, and was edited by a lady.
Compensation.—Though a cottage will not
hold the bulky furniture and sumptuous appoint
ments of a spacious mansion, it may yet contain
as much real happiness as the most pretentious
palace. A universal compensation pervades
every walk of life.
—A Gorman writer defines woman as being
something between a flower and au angel,
— A large nnmber of women are employed
bank clerks in the city of London.
Stimulants,—Stimu'ants are dangerous things.
Whiskey will not add one atom to vitality; its
only office in the system is to irritate the nerves
to action, like the dash of cold water in the face
of a fainting person. But it mnst be remem
bered that while the stimulant like the water,
starts the nervous system, yet unlike the water
the stimulant leaves a sting behind !
A Good Shot.—Among the most active and
daring of Marion's men were Robert Simons
and Wiliam Withers. They had been sent to
gether on some confidential expedition, and
while resting at noon for refreshment, Withers,
a practised shot, was examining his pistols to
see if they were in good order, while Simons sat
near him, either reading or in a reverie, ‘Bob,’
said Withers,‘if you had not that bump on the
bridge of vour nose, you would bo a likely
young fellow.’ ‘ Do you think so?’ said Simons
listlessly. ‘Yes,’ said Withers, ‘I think I can
shoot off that ugly bump on your nose. Shall I
shoot?' ‘Shoot!’ said Simons; and crack went
the pistol. The ball could not have bean better
aimed; it struck the projecting bridge, demol
ished it forever, and henceforth Simons was the
ugliest man in the army.—Mobile Herald.
— Raphael, the great painter, was born on
Good Friday and died on Good Friday. He
was only thirty-seven when he died, and was
never married.
Miss Mollie Thomas, of West River. Md., was
married last week to Mr. Virgil Franklin. The
marriage took place at the fine baronial mansion of
Capt. Thomas. The spacious drawing rooms being
splendidly decorated with flowers with a large mar
riage bell of white camellias and rosebuds swing
ing from the ceiling of the room in which the cere
mony was performed. The bride wore rich wh te
tulle over white silk; orange blossoms and white
rosebuds. The table was beautiful with flowers
and richly ornamented cakes; the guests were nu
merous.
Miss Lizzie Williams, only daughter of G. II.
Williams, member of Legislature from Baltimore
county, was married in Baltimore at St. Paul’s
Church, last week to Dr. N. H. Morrison, Provost
of the Peabody Institute. After the marriage cer
emony (performed by Dr. Hodges, assisted by the
rectors of several other churches) there followed
an elegant reception at the bride's home, attended
by a nuuiber of friends and distinguished guests.
The bride wore white satin with full court train,
the bridesmaids pink grenadine, made low necked
and with short sleeves.
A Bbilliant Wedding.—On the evening of the
21st November, many of the elite of Bartlesville
assmbled at the residence of Mr. and Mrs. M. F-
Cochran, to witness the bridal ceremony of their
beautiful and accomplished daughter Miss Fan
nie. Mr. J‘ Q. Nolan of Me. Donough was the
fortnnate winner of this sweet song-bird whose
rippling notes so often cheer the hearts of all
who love her.
The bride was most becomingly attired in a
handsome combination of vintage brown silK
and fawn colored satin, which in the radiant
lamplight glistened like the amber redaction of
the sun’s last ray on the sea. A snowy veil fas
tened by a delicate spray of orange blooms fell
from her brow, lending a sweet grace to beauty
and freshness that charmed each beholder with
its roseate glow.
The marriage oeremony was performed by
Rev. W. P. Rivers, who officiated with his usu
al dignity and solemnity on snch oooasions.
At 10 o clock the doors of the dining hall were
thrown open, where a magnificent banquet
awaited the enjoyment of delighted gnesis.—
The chief d'euvre was a handsome pyramid of
tropical fruits and flowers, onasisting of Mal-
agar and Madeira grapes, Bananas, Oranges,
Apples and California Pears, artistioallv ar
ranged. Pyramids of silver also, encircled by
flowers and onstards, glittered here and there,
interpersed with salads, ambrosia, and every
thing that coaid tempt the most fastidious
epicure. Besides meats of every variety, there
were beautifal cakes marbled with bright coleur
du rose, cream, ooooanut, almond and fruit
cakes, elaborately trimmed, all of whioh were
the handiwork of Mrs. Cochran, whose taste
and skill, in this department, is unsurpassed.
Ample justice was given to the tempting viands
so bountifully offered, and the good cheer that
sparkled in glowing eyes, reminded us of the
olden time weddings, when friends, not by the
soore but by the hundreds assembled to honor
the bride and enjoy the feast of good things as
well as “of reason and flow of soul.” "
A host of friends showed their appreciation
of Barnesville’s fairest flower, by the handsome
presents that glittered everywhere.
. : ’ .—.—o—. 7 uoou as otaie
laence against a ‘paL’ ‘He was no gentl e
I ve known him, when he was robbing a hi
to drink a gentleman’s ohampagne, and
with his silver, wishont leaving a card of th
on the dining-table. He brought diaored
the profession.’