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MRS. MARY E. BRYAfl, (*) Associate Ed it r.
No Paper Christmas Week.
No Sunny South will bo issued next
week. We propose to give all hands a
week’s rest during the holiday-..
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Present?
Won’t every subscriber send us one
additional name, with the money, as a
New Year’s gilt? Now don’t fail to
do so. We will appreciate it so MUCH.
Communism and Socialism.—These
are the two lions on the path of peace and progress
whose growls, so the “wise men of Gotham” tell
us, presage a coming baptism of blood. They are
similar in principle, only communism is the more
radical and rabid of the two, and seeks to sink the
individual wholly in the community, giving him
no more separate rights, possessions or liberty of
action than belong to an ant or bee. Socialism
seeks to smooth the inequalities of society ; to put
all men more on an equal footing in regard to
property and social rights. It holds out spe
cious promises and fascinating theories that are
not without a stratum of truth and justice, but are
impracticable and vague.
A late meeting of socialists in New lork was
largely attended by women as well as men. Mr.
Leopold Fineil, the chief spokesman, said at the
set conclusion of his address :
“The day of relief is dawning. Only a litle
while ago the defenders of the old system declared
that the small band of socialists were making a
great deal of noise in the world ; to-day, at least,
these people are obliged to listen to that noise. In
Germany, for instance, they are compelled to take
ferocious measures to oppose the onslaught of so
cialists. Despots now pass their days in terror.
So much at least has been gained. All socialists
should march on to the day of deliverance with
confidence. The day is not far off, and men,
women and children, one and all, should press
forward to become martyrs if necessary, in the
great cause.”
Dr. Hitchcock, of New York, found it necessary,
lately to preach upon socialism, at it was a matter
that was agitating the minds of his wealthy con
gregation in no small degree. He admitted that
he Baw great trouble ahead, but no ruin; for any
organized attack upon property was sure to be
quenched with blood. Hesaida so that the heads
of the socialists declared that the avalanche of
ruin which would speedily descend upon the na
tions at the hands of the socialists would spare
three countries—France, Great Britain and Amer
ica. “France, because she settled forever the
question of communism on the streets ot Paris
seven years ago ; Great Britain, because her trades
unions and labor organiiations remove the neces
sity of resorting to extreme measures in the strug
gle between capital and labor; and the United
States, on account of the entire freedom accorded
to every one.” But Germany, Austria and Prus
sia were to receive the bloody baptism.
Mr. Hitchcock said that his chief apprehension
from socialism was that it would penetrate our
political life, and its heresies find expression in
our national and State legislation.
Dr. Stores regards socia'ism as a French and
German imported moral yellow fever that ought to
"be stamped out. That it is wholly evil is not so
certain. We believe it may be looked upon as one
of those social throes out of which progress is
bom—better laws and juster views. It is in this
convulsive way, that moral as well as physical
nature works. The wave breaks with foam and
shock, far beyond the actual tide-gain, but there
t* a gain for all that. Socialism may effect good
as a counterpoise to that grasping selfishness
and arrogant indifference of the rich, which
is a crying evil of the land, and may in the
end compel a more equitable and humane adjust
ment of the social scale. Meantime it may soon
force political economists to put on their studying
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caps.
Louis A. <io«ley-—The veteran publisher
Louis A. Godey, whose Lsdy’s Book has been a
household word to two generations, died on the
•29th of November, at the age of seventy-three.
He and the venerable McMichael, editor of the
Xorth American, established in Philadelphia the
publishing house that issued the first American
edition of Marryatt’s novels. Godey’s Lady’s
Book was established in 1830, by himself and
the admirable, practical printer, Charles Alex
ander. Seven years later, Godey associated with
him in the literary management of the magazine,
Mrs. Sarah J. Hale, who has written the Cook
Book and so many other volumes on various
subjects, and who now, ninety years old, sur
vives her editorial associates and declares she
is hale. She no longer, however, has anything to
do with the Lady s Book. This was sold in 1877
to the Godey publishing house and the vener
able ex-proprietor of the monthly retired to pri
vate life.
Mr. Godey was highly esteemed for his good
ness of heart, his genial and benevolent disposi
tion that showed itself in frequent acts of charity.
The Baltimorean, which pnblishes a portrait of
the serene-faced old man, says, that Godey died
peacefully while sitting in an easy chair, jnst
after he had drank a enp of tea from the hands
of his daughter, the only attendant present in
his room. She thought he was sleeping sweetly
but it was the slumber that knows no earthly
awaking.
£ paper Christmas week.
No paper Chrietmas week. ^3
The Duer-Hearn Tragedy. - Wo
man’s love for woman has been, though rarely,
the theme of the novelist, but woman's jealous
passion for woman is an anomaly that, as far
as we know, has never entered into the compli
cations of even the ">"> r d French novel. It is
of the rarest occ ^ ce j n rea l life and we can
only rec*'l 'csTance. thatof a tall, fleree mu
latto woman, who having been utterly devote
to a delicate, young quadroon girl> tr>ed to
strangle her on tbe night before her marriage,
because, as, she cried out under the lash next
day, she loved Elsie so well ste didn t want to
give her up to anyone else. A case in high life
comes now to the front, so strange and so tragic
as to attract not only the greedy absorber of sen
sation, but the curious student of the problem
of humanity. Lily Duer, a well-educated girl
of the highest social rank, living in Pocomoke
City, Maryland, recently killed her ‘ bosom
friend,’ Ella Hearn, through jealousy of another
girl. For some time, the slender, black-eyed,
nervous Lily had lavished on Ella a fervid, pas
sionate devotion that frightened the gentle
blonde, aid made her withdraw in a measure
from the intimacy that had at first phased and
flattered her. Passionate reproaches followed,
and when Miss Hearn turned from them terri
fied, three bullets whizzed by her head in quick
succession from the hand of Lily. It is true
that Miss Duer clasped the trembling girl in her
arms the next instant and declared that she had
fired the shots from her toy pistol only to fright
en her, bat Ella Hearn was too thoroughly
alarmed to renew the intimacy. She broke it
ofi’ at once and to show that her action was fioal,
she formed a friendship with another girl and
constantly appeared in the society of her
new favorite. The impassioned brunette be
came miserable and restless; she slept and ate
little. At last, one day she presented herself at
the Hearn mansion in a state of violent excite
ment. In the most frenzied manner, she be
sought Ella to renounce her girl associate, and,
when she saw her entreaties were in vain, she
cried distractedly, ‘Let me kiss you then for the
last time.’ As she caught Lily’s wild look, the
girl involuntarily threw out her hand to ward
off the caress—a movement that threw the other
off her balacce, so that she slipped and fell.
She lose, made one more appeal lor reconcilia
tion and love, and then, as Ella turned away,
she drew her pistol and fired, the shot taking ef-
eot and terminat iDg-fatilly a few weeks ago.
What will be done with Liiy Duer is not yet
decided.
l>OCin Wanted-—The New Orleans Times
offers one hundred dcllavs or a gold medal for
the best poem expressing the gratitude ot the
South to her generous Northern helpers during
the late yellow fever calamity. The length of
t he poem is restricted to four hundred lines, the
form of construction—rhymth and metre- ^
left to the option of the writer. The poem is to
be published in the New Year’s number of the
Times. AU manuscript is to be forwarded to
Dr. J. D. Bruns No. 142 Canal St., and Mr. J. J.
Gidiere of Clapp Bros. & Co. These gentlemen
whose excellent scholarship and fine critical
taste are well known in New Orleans, will decide
upon the merits of the poems sent them, and
recommended the one to whom the prize shnold
be awarded.
The idea of a poetical tribute of this nature is
a felicitous and appiopriate one. The magni
tude of the recent Sourge, the prompt, gener
ous respose of the North to the Sonthern cry for
help, the gratitude that sweeps down the bar
iers of prejudice and estrangement more effectu
ally than all the wordy debates, state councils
and press admonitions could do—these together
from a theme epic in grandeur and giving scope
to imagination, pathos and eloquence.
INlellti. tlie Morsel.—Think of a hu
man being eight months old and weighing only
one pound ! Such a mite oould be seen any day
—until lately—in Chatham Square New York,
where Mr. and Mrs. Pincus exhibited their in
finitesimal offspring to visitors at so much per
capita. The morsel wore a red satin dress and
lay under a white satin canopy, but in spite of
all this georgeousness, the Society for the Pre
vention of Cruelty to Children pounced upon
Mr. and Mrs. Pincus and forced them to with
draw Miss Estella Pineus from exhibition, on
the ground that her toes, (not much bigger than
mustard seed) were blue with cold and her
broom straw arms in danger of bruising from
being constantly handled by curious visitors.
They came in crowds, many of them mothers
with their little girls, who peered admiringly
under the white satin canopy at the morsel
cuddled up in cotton batting and red satin-
much the worse for handling—and begged their
mammas to let them buy Estella for a Christmas
doll.
Tlie Princess Alice ot Hesse.—The
late death of the Princess Alice, third daughter
of Queen Victoria, who died at Darmstadt in
Germany, has caused sincere regret and much
genuine sympathy for the queen-mother through
out England. Princess Alice, in her girlhood,
was the loveliest and best beloved of all Victo
ria’s daughters. She was early married to Prince
Lndwig of Hesse and was the mother of seven
children, one of whom was killed while a baby,
by a fall from a window, and another, a little girl,
died with diptheria just before the death of her
mother. Indeed, it was while nursing little
Marie, that Princess Alice contracted the disease
that ended her life, bhe was eminently domestic
and tender in her nature, and made society and
fashion subservient to the claims of home. She
was the best loved sister of the Prince of V ales
and during that terrible illness when his life
hung upon a straw, she and his wife, the Pro
cess Alexandra watched night and day at his bed
side scarcely leaving him tor half an hour.
Persoual —Our young friend Theo Shut
tles of Shuttles and Sons formerly of this city
has firmly located himself in the city of St.
Louis in tue wholesale Jewelry and Novelty
business and is building up a permanent trade
throughout the south and west. We wish him
the success his energy and integrity merit.
Those of onr readers desiring pleasant and highly
profitable business in which they can engage
without capital should correspond with him at
onoe. See his card in our advertising columns.
Literature, Art, and Song-
A Splendid Holiday Gift.
This choice combination of engravings, criti
cal essays, poems and songs with music, oomes
from the press most fitly jnst at the holiday sea
son. Few handsomer gifts could be laid upon
a drawing-room table than this volume, not only
for its ri ih dress of morocco and gold and pro
fuse illustrations, but because the subject mat.
ter within is worthy the excellent exterior. A
critical Review cf Lyric Poets from the scholarly
pen of Shelton McKenzie, a concise Life of
Moore, a sketch of his visit to America, his im
pressions of the youthful nation and an expla
nation of the interesting oiroumstanoes under
which they were written, together with the po
ems themselves and the Lyrics of Moore. Any
true lover of metrical harmony and chivalrous
and patriotic sentiments will be glad to possess
these Lyrics embalmed in such an artistio man
ner.
Moore hes been called a mere trifler, but we
look in vain among the modern poets for such
earnestness of feeling, such tenderness, pathos
and burning indignation as he embodies in the
songs of the land be loved. And even when he
trifles, what charming trifling it is !’ How gaily
the melodies ripple from his chords ! Hazlett
the subtle critic—sketched his muss correctly
when he said it was like ‘dainty Ariel, ‘ as light,
as tricksy, as indefatigable and as humane a spir
it. Everything lives, moves and sparkles in his
poetry, and over all Love waves his purple wing.
Lord Byron declared that Moore’s songs weie
worth all the epics ever .written. „We have a
hundred and twenty odd of these charming
Lyrics in the',volume before us, illustrated by
engravings from the quaint, spirited pen il of
Maclise; Then follow sixteen of those dear old
! ongs of our youth—so much sweeter than any
modern ones and which arc never out of fashion
These are arranged to musicjby Sir John Steven
son. Moore’s American poems then follow with an
elaborate sketch of his visit to this country and
are illustrated by a succession of careful engrav"
ings by the American artist—William Riches.
Literature, Art and Song is sold only by sub-
scrijtion, the publishers, L H. Chambers & Co ,
St. Louis, have branch offices in Philadelphia
and Atlanta and agents through the country.
It is sold at the low prices of four, five and six
dollars, according to the style of binding and
each pmchaser is entitled to the elegant, Dew
steel plate Engraving, ‘The Massacre of Wyo
ming .’
Aii Old Favorite; a Young Ilebu
tailte. — Of Joe Jefferson s reappearance and the
debut of May Croly—Jennie June’s daughter—
the World tells us that ‘Rip Van Winkle as a
play and Jefferson as an actor, are like good
wine bettered by age. ‘ The production of the
play with Jeffeison in the title role, at the Fifth
Avenue Theatre, this week, was as perfect aver
sion as three masters—author, adapter and ac
tor—could make it. • Once more did the immor
tal Joe hold np the mirror of Na.ure to that af
fectionate, weak, unfortunate freak of nature,
Rip, and natnre seemed more than ever to have
grown into the frame of the mirror. It was a
night of ‘first appearances,’ Henry Thomas as
Seth, and two clever juveniles, Maggie Gonzales
and Ed Barnett, made their first venture before
the metropolitan foot-lights, and lastly May
Croly, Jennie Jane’s daughter, made her de
but as Meeirie.with her many fashionable friends
watching her with anxiety, and raining floral
gifts upon her when her girlish, s modest render
ing of the part^ fulfilled all expectations. The
World says:
•Under all circumstances tbe part of Meenie
was not an easy one, and it is a good deal to say
that its performance was accomplished with bnt
one flaw—the too sudden recognition of the
altered form and features of her father. A sec
ond of growing recollection would have render
ed the burst of full remembrance a perfect
stroke.’
Miss Croly showed her good sense in choosing
such a part for her first appearence. Influen
tial friends had given her an opportunity to ap
pear in a showy French play, with splendid
Worth dresses, butMiy decided on the modest
part so suited to her years and character. *
Mr. MoodY in Baltimore -An immense
congregation listened to the famous revivalist
In Baltimore. A reporter, jostled and jammed
by tbe orowd, ‘booked’ these fragments of talk
from those who stood on his toes and stuck
their elbows into his ribs: ‘I heard him preach
in Chiaceo to seven thousand people, remarKea
a man of middle age, with a fierce looking
m< *If 9 there were a building here which could
accommodate the crowd, yon would hear him
nreaeh to-night before fourteen thousand, re
sponded a stoutlj-built man, whose dumpy legs
seemed to be supporting nearly or quite two
hundred pounds of flesh and blood.
•Lucretia, how does my back hair look t en
quired a brilliant young brunette of a compan
ion who stood by her side.
‘Just splendid,’ was .he smiling response.
‘Don’t yon think, Cornelia, that Siphronia
Brown ought to have left that gorgeous seal skin
sacque at home to-night ?
•Indeed I do, for I am fairly melting.
‘My dear sir, will you please stand from off
my coat tails?’ said a yonng man with mutton
chop side-whiskers several inches long as he sat
upon the floi r step leading down to the gillery
seats beneath. . ,
‘Then put your ooat tails in your pocket sir,
was the gruff reply of the the burly gentleman
over head. ‘How can I oontrol my feet when
the crowd behind is jostling me every second,
and begging that I move forward, and not an
other inch oould I progress if my life were at
st&^6
•I would give a quarter to get into that choir
gallery,' remarked a frisky but attenuated spin
ster, with corkscrew carls dangling btside a
very prominent nose.
During all this time the stairways leading to
the galleries were thronged, and each one push
ing with all their strength to gain a few more
inches of progress.
Across the gallery door stood a broad shoul
dered and broad breasted son of Adam much
resembling the ludiorous pioture that Shakes
peare drew of Falstaff, and earnestly importun
ing the ladies not to insist upon pressing for
ward, as every possible inch of spaoe airiady
had its occnpant.
Thus had matters progressed for possibly
half an hour, when Mr. Moody made his ap
pearance, and a suppressed ‘hush, there he is,
ran throughout the vast assemblage.
He enters hurriedly, and before the congrega
tion are aware that he has thoroughly composed
himself, the services begiu. Mr. Moody is a
very stoutly built man* weighing probably 225
pounds, and talks rapidly.
A prayer from some minister, of whom there
are many always around him, a hymn, and then
without manuscripts or notes of any kind, the
preacher annonne s his text, and prooeeds with
his sermon.
Tlie Georgia Legislature.
A Viait to it Daring its Last Moments,
Thoughts Suggested Thereby.
BY SILVIA.
*L,et A'ot Love be Lost.’—We extract
from the Memorial Address delivered at the
Temple of the Hebrew Reformed Congregation
in Memphis, by Rabbi M. Samfield, the closing
reflection:
‘Seneca, the Roman philosopher, said to his
friends in the agonies of death: ‘Since I cannot
leave yon any other acknowledgment of the ob
ligations I have to you, I leave you the best
thing I have, namely, the image of my life and
manners, which I entreat you to keep in mem
ory of me; that so doing you may acquire glory.’
Even so, friends and brethren, let us not lcse
a particle of human virtue, of human goodness,
of moral excellency, and, above all, let not so
much love be lost in the grave. From the sep
ulchre—from the tombs of the departed—I hear
to-night a Bath-Kol speaking unto us. ‘Give, ye
mortals, to the living what you cannot any more
gtve to the dead.' But, more than all, I recom
mend to yon to take care among yourselves not
10 offend each other; suffer no haish sounds to
disturb your domestic felicity. It is an idle
thing to honor the dead if we have not honored
them alive; it is superstition to speak nobly of
the departed whilst we slandered them for years
previous to their death; it is folly to give to the
dead what we can only give to the living. Life
is but short, and we ought to make it as cheer
ful to others as to ourselves. If you are a hus
band and father, deal gently with thy wife and
wisely with thy children. Enter not thy home
with a clouded countenance and ill humor;
bear with her faults, and these of thy children,
kindly and with patience, for behold, to-night
they are near yon in perfect health. Dost thou
know that it will be so to-morrow ? Hence, my
brother, give to the living what thon wouldst
not be able to give to the dead. And you, my
sister, who has not tasted the cup of bereave
ment, when thy children annoy you with their
manifold wants, when cares multiply, when thou
art tempted to forget affection and love in the
ill-temper of momentary passion, then think
how wretched, how unhappy the loss of husband
or child would make you, and I am sure thou
wilt have patience and give to the living to-day
what thou canst not give to the dead to-morrow,
so that thon needst not to exclaim as David did:
•Would to God I had died instead of thee.’
jBS?*No paper Christmas week.
Before the Sunny South shall visit the homes
and firesides of its many readers, the Georgia
Legislative Session of 1878 will be remembered
among the State archives as a record of past
events. The Speaker’s mallet will descend no
longer to call the garrulous to order or the weari
some member, whose words of wisdom bore no
resemblance to Solomon’s, to give them a rest.
The curtain will have dropped, the actors re
tired to the more balmy breezes of their seaside
homes, or the hardy mountaineer to the wild
nes3 of his humble abode, where tbe cool air can
invigorate his frame and fan his brow, in the ab
sence of artificial stimulants, combined with tbe
foe-id atmosphere of furnaces and gas-burners.
The lobbyist, who with anxious eye and quick
ear has watched and waited with his hopes at
hilf mast, now retires goadtd by the memory of
money spent in giving suppers and fine wines
that were consumed with no second thought of
the donor’s generosity, being prompted by a
sinister motive and not entirely complimentary
to the members in attendance. These lobbyists
had ‘axes to grind,’ but when the wheel turned
the speed with which they were thrust aside
was quite bewildering.
Many of these members came with the impres
sion that they had bills to introduce, which, if
not given immediate attention and passed, tbe
interest of Georgia would be wrecked. But alas ’
for the fragilty of a hope which rests upon the
quicksands of political catering, that puts bills
on and under the table, where they are transfer
red to the waste paper basket with a rapidity
that places all other business movements at a
discount.
We visited the legislature under dispiriting
circumstances, when the members were tired of
Atlanta, the music of the pipe and harp, the bal
let dancers whirling in air, the stale jokes of the
minstrel troupes or the mysteries of faro dealing
had ceased to charm, while the humdrum of be
ing moved about in their seats like the digni
taries of a chess board, has palled on them.
The color of one-third of the members has
faded very mneb in the last seven years, from
sooty black and tan to white. Like ‘The last
rose of summer, left sighing alone,’ in a corner
sat one black member from Brunswick, occupy
ing the contested seat of a white man and look
ing as contented as a clam on the springtide of
a fall moon.
It was not onr privilege to hear any of them
speak on whom we suspected even a fragment
of the mantle of Daniel Webster had fallen, the
words being too much in excess of ideas, con
cealing important points toward which they tried
to drift, or sinking them in a flood of sound.
One conquest has been achieved during this
session that should be blazoned on the annals of
our Slate history—that of our honored Govern
or over those who sought to tarnish his spotless
honor. When the committee commenced in
vestigating a supposed fraudulent 8Ct on the
part of Governor Colquitt, he had no fear of the
result, his brow wa3 not branded with the mark
of traitor or his hands stained with plunder.
He had taken truth and parity for his standard,
and he marched through the snares of designing
politicians with the same firmness that had sus
tained him on the field of battle and victory,
bis Christian virtues shiDing brightly as ‘a
golden exhalation of the dawn.’
Each train now tears away the last aotors in
the late drama of Georgia's lawmaking, to return
when the heat of July will be upon ns and the
dog star swings its lurid lamp over our heads.
Many of the members pcssessed fine social
qualities, and will be missed at soirees and hops
and in parlors where their talk and laughter
sounded cheerfully,after business hows were
over. Most of all will they be missed by the
anxious and ent* rprising boarding-house keep
er. The clerks, messengers and pages,—what a
windfall to their depleted funds is the Legis
lature ! How buoyantly they move, with what
alacrity they work, and how amiously will they
await the coming session. The disappointed
and dying politicians struggle more, die harder,
and remain longer in Atlanta than any other of
the Legislative escort. ‘Adversity makes strange
bedfellows,’ and they svop to console each other
in regard to what they might have been ‘had
fate not frowned so dark between.’ The dead
politician excites onr spmpathies most. ‘He
was wounded in the house of his friends,’ then
left to perish among his enemies, and when his
gaping wounds b eed afresh while recounting
the memory cf his wrongs, an echo comes to us,
borne on the breeze of an Indian summer morn
ing, ‘Etu Brute!’
‘Wheu all is done, upon the tomb is seen,
Xot what he was but what he should have been
Society Gossip.
Acoording to a salesman of experience in on#
of the largest houses ot that city, the average
New York woman wears a five-and-a-balf shoe.
She was a noodle and he was a noodle. aDd when
their marriage was announced, Simmons who
knew and appreciated them both, exclaimed,
with tears standing in his eyes: ‘Two souls with
out a single though*.’
The Elmira Uozetle says: ‘We always admired
masquerade balls. It's so nice to squeeze a little
lump of condensed sweetness for one straight
hoar, and then find out you’ve only been hugg
ing your young sister.’
Brocades of all kinds are in high favor. Any-
thing in that line possessed by your grand
mother fifty years ago will be found to be ‘jnst
the thing.’ This may be an important fact to
bear in mind. In times like these whatever
you have in the camphor ch«st is fashionable.
Miss. Willie Howard, the charming and tal
ented daughter of Col. Thos. Howard, was mar
ried last week at her father s residence in Kirk
wood to Mr. Elick Daly, a popular and rising
young lawyer of Wrightsville, Ga. A circle of
intimate friends and relatives witnessed the
marriag ceremony and partook of the elegant
little collation that followed. The bride wore a
traveling dress and left the same evening on
the Southern train for her new home, accompa
nied by the good wishes of her many friends.
Some of the bridal customs of California are
unique. At a late great wedding in San Fran
cisco. the main particulars of which were
thought worth telegraphing to the Atlantic States
for the newspapers, a fashionable audience
fairly packed the auditorium-’ The happy pair
were welcom-d into the church to the music of
Mendelssohn’s ‘Wedding March,’ played on a
piano; and somewhere during the services!
which required the united energies of two
bishops and two priests, a violin solo, Schubert’s
•Reverie,’ was interjected. The fiddle and piano
often come into wedding festivities, but San
Francisco can claim for itself the invention of
solos on thrse instrument? as part of a marriage
ceremony in a ‘swell’ ohnrch.
Fortress Monroe, Va., December 13 —In the
Church of the Centurion, on Wednesday even
ing, Miss Fannie Ds Rnssey, daughter of the
late General De Rnssey. United States Engineer
Corps, was married to Lieutenat E. D. Hovie,
Second United States Artillery. The chapel wa3
handsomely dressed with flowers and ever
greens, and a beautiful floral bell was suspended
over the chancel rail. The bride was dressed
in white satin a la princess, over which was a
long silk tulle veil fastened with a crown ot
orange blossoms. Her two sisters, Misses Nellie
and Sallie, and Miss Hazzard, of Norfolk, acted
as bridesmaids. Lieutenants Niles, Clark and
Murrey were groomsmen, and Lieutenants Pad-
dock and Bush ushers. The ceremony was per
formed by Rev. O. E. Herrick, the post chap
lain, assisted by Rev. J. A. M. La Tourette, U. S.
A., aed Dr. Gravill, of Hampton, General Geo.
W. Getty, the commandant, giving away the
bride.
A Beautiful Christmas Gift.
Mr. Gnerry, the gifted and well-known artist
ot this city has presented his beautiful ptir-
ting, The Village Dreamer, to Mrs. Mary E.
Bryan, onr associate editor. It isindeed a priv
ilege to have for a Christmas gift a work from
the band of an artist like Mr. Guerry. Tfie Vil
lage Dreamer was among the large display of his
paintings which formed the most attractive fea
ture of the late Fair.
Comity Flections anil Candidates.
—The scramble for office in Georgia is just now
at fever heat and the candidates swarm like
bumble bees. It would be next to impossible to
throw a brick in any direction without killing
one or more. The whole atmosphere is in com
motion from their continuous buzzing and there
is ‘no spot,’ nor ‘quiet dell,’ nor ‘hollow in the
ground’ where an innooent voter might escape.
And in this great army of candidates there are a
great many good, true and capable men and it
is so unfortunate that so many good men should
be in opposition to each other for the same of
fices. Take Fnlton county for instanceand there
are countless first class men in the field for each
office and the contest is probably the livest ever
known in the State. For the position of Sher
iff there are four, five or six tickets with four
men on each and all of them good men, but our
special attention has keen called to one of ihese
tickets and while this paper takes no part in
State, National or county politios, we take the
liberty of calling public attention to it. If there
is anyone who has the exact external appear
ance ot a Sheriff it is Ben Williford. He looks
as if he might have been the executioner to the
king when heads were chopped off and fell into
baskets. But Bin has a good heart and a big
heart and he is one of Atlanta’s oldest citizens.
He will make a splendid officer. And then his
deputies, C. W. Mangum, J. D. Patterson, and
Thos. F. Black are all excellent fellows. Man-
gum can manage a whole yard full of steam en
gines with the wave of his lantern and it will be
no use for a criminal to attempt to escape when
he becomes deputy Sheriff, for his lantern will
light np all the hiding places. Yes, Mangum
will manage’um and mangle’um too, if neces
sary. He is a noble fellow. Black and Patter
son will do their whole duty and will make ex
cellent officers.
Dr. R. V. Pierce, of Buffalo, N. Y., the pro-
pritor of Dr. Pierce’s Family Medicines, and also
of the Invalids’ and Tourists' Hotel, of that city,
has recently been elected to Congress by the very
flattering majority of nearly 3,000. He has al
ready served his constituency as State Senator,
and this renewed endorsement signifies that his
services have been highly satisfactory. His ex
tensive practice in the treatment of Chronic Dis
eases will not, we are informed, be neglected or
suffer in the least when the time arrives for him
to take his seat in Congress, it being intrusted
to his brother and other experienced medical
gentlemen who have long been associated with
the Doctor in the Medical Department of his cel
ebrated World’s Dispensary and Invalid’s Hotel.
Humor.
Eve’s last words on leaving Paradise were, ‘I
don t care, A-lam.’
Elder sister—‘Well, dear, did yon have a
pleasant time at the theatre to-night ? ’ Younger
ditto — Oh, it was just lovely ! I cried all the
time.’ Elder sister—Did you?’ Oh, how I
wish I had been there !
Tne Sunday-school scholar may still unceas
ingly toil on with the problems in his catechism,
and yet limp on the answer to the first qmslioD;
bnt give him a fair chance at one session of a
circus, and if he can’t sing the choruses of all
the clown’s songs and whistle the air to the first
part he is not American.
^^S“No paper Christmas week.
^®*No paper Chrstmas week.