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JSO. H. SEAL,!!, - Editor and Proprietor. W. B SEALS. - Proprietor and Cor. Editor MRS. MARY E. BRYAN, (*) Associate Editor. Special Request. In our last issue we sent a special proposition, for renewals, to all subscri bers whose times will expire at any time during the next six months, and we now earnestly request as speedy an answer as possible from each. We will soon begin to make out new books, which is a very heavy job, and we do not care to enter names in them which will be scratched off in a few months.— We are also preparing to give the Sun ny South a new outfit, and improve it in various ways, and would appreciate any assistance from our friends. 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.’