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VOL IV
J. H, &WB.SEALfcU^S
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ATLANTA, GA., SATURI/AI, JANUARY 2*, 1870.
TERMS
NO. 18(>.
Lizzie Petit Cctteh.
"Through much tribulation shall US
enter the kingdom of heaven
One Clirist mas day, <iii! day of woe,
They laid tliee 'neath the winter
snow,
Yiy bonny Kate.
A stricken lily, tliou didst bow
With crown of thorns, on thy
young brow.
X<> meet, thy fate.
Yes, Christmas day, oh ! day ot
woe.
They laid thee ’neath the winter
snow.
Just lilteen years ago.
w-*- —
Pen eat h the old ancestral oaks,
The pure and stainless snow they
broke,
And weeping laid thee low
War rent our fair Virginia land.
And grief on grief was close at
hand,
When came thine early doom.
’Twas bast thy bright days should
not fall
On gloom of roof tree, and of hall.
Lead in thy pure young bloom.
Oh'! darling sister of mv youth,
My life's first dream of love and
truth.
Part of my inmost soul.
The snows fail on thee, year by
yea ■,
And I have learned through many
a tear,
Grief brooks not times control.
But God knew best, and thou were
saved.
Fromstoims, the rest of us have
braved.
As best we might,
Guided by angels, thy young feet
Pound heavenward paths, luli
soon, my sweet.
Prom darkness into light.
LITTLE rEOPLE.
I stole so gently on their dance,
Their pigmy dance in reu sur-
Facli gallant gave his dear one’s
eye.
Weeladies,cladin tinebat's-wing.
With plumed lordlings stamped
the heel;
Behind them swords and fans they
fling , , ..
And foot it blithely down the
reel.
Tliev sighed and olged, whispered
t kissed .
l'u meetings of the swaying dance
Then thd not but were swiltly
mis-ed.
Like love from out a wed-Kuwon
glance,
I sprang: the flashing swords were
>1 ere blossom-stalks from tulips
tossed;
The lans i hat sparkled on 1 he stone
Were t urned to sprays of glitter
ing frost.
JEW,
Gentile & Christian ;
OR,
THE CURSE OF MONEY.
The Teach in it* ol The .Vazareiic.
(Concluded next week.)
The cab was slopped all at once; Baron Torri-
ano, who had been waiting for the upshot, came
to the door, looking anything but pleasant.
‘Israel, you are making a fool of yourself; I’ll
give these bois a shilling, let them go!'
■No, cousin, they wont hurt you; you go home
by yourself. P'l take them with me.’
•You are mad, Israel, you may catch some
disease and lring it to ns!’
‘Oh. that's it; -von are airaid to mix with the
poor, I am not. ’i wish I could live with them
always.’ „ T
‘And give up all your acquaintances, all, Is- |
rael?’ , ...
Israel colored deeply. ‘Yes, he said, with
desperation. ... .,
•In an hoar I shall fetch you to ride in the j
Row; you must he seen there. Pray dispose of !
them before then, yon may meet friends there.'
said the Baron significantly, as he moved off,
to enter another cab and go his own way.
‘Here Pedro, is a present for yon,’ said Israel
as they got Lome. ‘Two English boys from the
streets, whom no one sees to. Will you take
care* of them ? .
Oh but they are dirty, senor.give them some
rooIie y and let ’em go; they’ll know what to do
W1 ‘Pedro even you want to buy all and pay all
with money. Did I so deal by you ?’
• Vo s^nor, hut we can do them no good.
'i’ t ,n t know, I shall see; go and have them
washed,and then we’ll give tLem decent clothes.
•Oh I can’t touch them.’
A knock at the door, m came tne supertine
jxana^r of the hotair, as we va ] ne snc h
I 11 . Lfnm as yonis we really must beg such
creatures a U ot bring into the house.
nienVu take the whole house, and let the
otbeis go. von s ; r hut that would
rn'm o'urStom and the beggars would still re-
: will tjfcyou in on
^^““eVheVe then'outcasts 0 of society, in a
r Christian land ?’
Oh, dear no, but they must bs put into their
right places.’
‘Y ery well, sir, it is your house, yonr wishes
shall be obeyed; but please leave the room.'
This was f-aid authoritatively, fo ' Israo gcould
command when he liked.
The manager went; Israel called the boys.
'Como here lads; what shall I do with you?
Y'ou see you cannot stop here, your natural fath
er is no good, the country does nothing for yor,
and there seems no homo to ha found. Where
shall I send you?’
The poor boys looked wistfully at him.
•Don’t send us to father, for ho beats ns un
less we bring home tin from btgging. Please,
sir, can’t we stay with you, you do look kind
like,’ said the eldest hoy, his big blue eye swin -
ming with tears.
A great wave of divine emotion came over Is
rael, he looked at these lost children of our
modern civilization; and Israel Torriano, the
great eastern banker, wept over the neglected
ones of mankind.
•Pedro,’ said Israel, ‘I am ashamed of you—
you, risen from the people—you, to forget that
you have once been in rags yourself.’
Pedro stood sulkily at the door. Fine clothes,
qood living and civilized company, had begun
to convert Pedro's honest gipsy heart into a cal
lous compound of superficial gentility.
‘Come with mo,my children; we shall see what
moEt y can do.’
Israel went out with the ragged boys, who
looked up at him as if he were of divine origin.
Pedro shook his fist after them,
‘Diat the brats! How dare they come between
me and my master! Filthy English beggars,w 1 o
wants them here? I’ll get rid of them.’
Israel stalked up piccadilly, and asked the
next policeman for a bath,then for a boys' cioth-
iug sflop. Tne policeman smiled and looked
at the boys.
‘in clover, me lads, ain’t ye now ? That ger’”
man looks as if he wouldn’t mind a live pun-
note.’
But the boys did not seem to care; they look
ed up at Israel and smiled gratefally, before
<hey had even received his bounty.
Th« bath was reached, the boys were washed
and the tailor’s shop had supplied the necessa
ry clothing; who would have believed the boys
to Lave L—a the same? They looked like little
prince.-, and hung to Israel s skirts, that h’s
heart swelled with pleasure, while he began to
understand fully that something was wrong
somewhere with us. If water, soap, and a de
cent jacket, would so metamorphose beggar chil
dren into respectable beings, what might not
teaching do ? The next thing was a pastrycook’s.
But do what he would,Israel could not persusde
the boys to eat more than a penny bun each.
They seemed far more anxious to remain with
him and near him. and a kind of pride had tu-
Weddiiig and reception dresses.
| ken possession of them that they should behave
j worthy of their outward appearance.
•Look here, boys, now we’ll go borne again.’
j This time they walked back. When the wait-
! er opened the door he saic: ‘Will the young
I gentlemen dine with you. sir?’
Now the ‘young gentleman.’ ‘brood God!’
thought Israel, ‘is this the way Christian chil
dren are dealt by ?’
He ordered dinner, merely to please the boys,
and was about to sit down himself when Baron
Torriano rushed into the room.
‘This is too bad. I fiiave waited one hour for
yon, cousin. The horses are saddled, and the
best time in the Row will be over. Who are
these? pointing to the smart looking boys.
‘The beggar lads yon despised.’
Baron Torriano gave a long whistle.
‘Really, cousin Israel, Moses was right; yon
are the most eccentric being I ever met with.’
‘I don’t think so. I begin rather to imagine
that I am sensible, while others are eccentric.
The world does seem a little topsy-turvy here,
as elsewhere. But you shall not complain, I
will come with you. Look here, boys, you eat
your dinner; here is some money for you, go
home afterwards and come back to-morrow.’
Both the beys began to whimper. ‘Please
don’t send ns away, wa ll bo very good; any cor
ner will do for us to deep in. Father will take
our clothes away and sail ’em, and take the mon
ey too. and beat ns into the bargain. Please,sir,
doc,t send us away.’
‘Torriano! Heaven help me, if over I come
across such a father, it will go hard with him
and me,’ said Israel, white with aog*r.
•Plenty to be found in the slums of London;
I cannot conceive why you make such a fuss
about it.’
‘Pedro shall make up a bed for you when he
comes home. 1
‘Please sir, he don’t like ns; he shook his fist
at us. May we wait in the park till you reach
home; we are used to be out all nights.’
‘Poor lads; well wait as long as you may in
the Park and be back at eleven.’
‘Thank yon, sir, thank you; we’ll go now,
we’ve eaten enough.’
Israel grasped his cousin’s arm. ‘Torriano,
something tel.s me that I shall one dav come
iulo eoniliot with society; 1 wish I had never left
Olivtt. I am not fit fur this.’
‘Nonsense, comeaiong; the Row will make
you forget it.’
The Bow ! We go into ecstacies about many
things, but often miss that sublime poetry
created by the unison of refined humanity and
natural beauty; the Row in Hyde Park presents
one of those unisoos! thousands of charming
tales out of such elements. Sitting on a sum
mers eve close to the bright green s .ard under
the shade of the trees, near pretty gamboling
children, looking at graceful women and hand
some men, who wonld not forget beggars and
miserv, trouble, death, whose head would it
trouble in the Row that much of that refined
humanity owed its existence to the rags on the
other side?’ Once more equalized, the rags
will disappear and also the intra-natural refine
rnent, but out of such aa equalization will arise
the bright spirit of real humanity as designed
by the Creator and proclaimed by Him of
Nazareth !
The charm of the scene told on I a rnel; the
Bois of Paris bad left him cold —had rather
palled on him; but the Row pleased him,
charmed tim, enticed him out of himseif.
Israel Torriano rode well, as he did everything
manly, well; people knew the Baron and nodd
ed at him. and people stared at Israel.
•Who can that be?’ asked one and another.
‘Look, the Earle of Harrow’s daughter is riding
up with her father; who in the world is he, that
the old beau deigns to notice im ?’
At that moment a beautiful girl cantered «ith
an old man, towards the Baron and Isiael; it
was she, the earl's daughter ! The old beau
was the elderly gentleman whom Israel had
| seen at the Frankfort Station. Israe', Israel.
I that tell-tale blood rushed to your face! a small
j strip was still round the hand, out that morn-
| iog to catch a glimpse at that form in the car-
i riage; Israel, where were all V e resolutions to
remain a contemplative being? G me, gore,
I instead of them one supreme longing filb d
Israels soul, to bo near teat exquisite shape and
that speaking face.
I ‘Well, Baron, how do you do?’ exclaimed the
| Earle: ‘not seen you for a loag tmn. Lucky
follow, gained that last Darby again; to be sure
where money is, money comes,’
Then P am afraid papa, it will come to ub;'
gently joined his daughter.
‘Tut, miss, don’t expose weakness before
strength.’
It reminded the Baron of his duty.
‘My Lord, my cousin, Israel Torriano, from
the Eisf, he arrived yesterday in London.’
My Lord raised his eyebrows, and said signif
icantly:
‘Well sounding, glorious name, glorious palace
the E ast; happy to see you, Mr. Torriano. My
! ‘ daughter.’
But Israel was already by the lady’s side.
•Oh, we have met before, at the station in
! Frankfort; we joined hands in Samar.tan work,
j retorted the young dame.
Israel seemed dumb; his eyes rested on the
Earl’s daughter and appeared powerless to be
removed.
‘Oh, now I do remember, Gertrude, I did see
you speak to a gentleman; does Torriano speaa
English ?’ this was addressed to the Baron, for
i Israei had not yet said a word.
‘Pardon me, my Lord,
the pleasure to meet
your daughter a g a i d,
made me forget to thank
my cousin for the intro
duction !'
The Earl iik o d the
replv ; he glanced at Isra
ei, and at his daughter.
‘Come on Baron we’ll
have a canter together,
the new friends can fol
low ns.’
And he was riding by
her side; so near some
thing, whicn he could
not define, which he had
ignored in his life, some*
tning that made all his
nerves ting.’e all his
blood boil, ell h;3 heart
strings qui' er. s o m e-
thiog that w mid have
made him rather r o-
nounce life than give up
that piece t o another?
The women he had
looked coldly upon were
avenged, for Israel's pas
sion would be innueas-
uarable when once
arroused; with him love
had ft no t been finttered
away in a hundred minor
or guilty and frivolous
conneciions !
The ride w a s over.
Iirael hurried borne to
dress, dined with his
cor. sin's family; was radi
antly happy, kind and
pleasant to all, and con
sented to accompany the
Baron and Bmoness to
the opera.
They entered t h ose
gor.i-ina precincts, and
beheld in the box oppo
site, the Earl and his
daughter, Gertude in a
p lain white evening
dr‘-Ms. The while dr^ss
had not touched Israel’s
heart, the dress of the
>oung English girl d ■!,
it seemed to float a; cun t
her like white seiaph
wings and enhance her
beauty a thousand fold.
‘There is the Ear! and
his daughter,’ said I s-
rael. anxiously'.
‘We'll go across pres
ently,’ chimed in the
Baron, knowing well
where was Israel's desire.
Gertrude looked a little
confused, just b lushed
a little as they entered.
Lmie! became again
dumb. The Italian music
sounded through the
house; the Italian artists
did their best to person
ate lore and hate in the s«elliugchords ofmnsi-
cil harmonies,—it was ail the same to Israel
Torriano* He stood behind Gertrude’s chair,
and his soul swam in elyaium. To hear her
voice, to feel her breath, to contemplate her
beauty was more heavenly than the finest
mrsie.
•Papa, dear, the Duke is bowiDg to us.’
‘B itlier him. I'm getting tired of his fussy
wavs.’
■You did not say so yesterday, papa.’
‘Oh, bah; after all he’s poor; no match for you,
Gertrude.’
Gertrude felt ashamed, though sho might
have been used to it; for the Earl had sold three
daughters to the highest bidder, and was trying
to s-dl the fourth. Gertrude had never felt the
degradation o F it so much as now.
‘Do you love the Duxe?’ asked Israel,
hoarselv.
‘Wiiat do you mean, Mr. Torriano?'
‘Because if you do, say so, and III leave the
opera at once.’ Israei stared at her.
The Ea i and B iron were deep in horse racing,
at the back of the box*
‘Pardon me, you are insulting me!*
‘Lady Gertrude, I am in earnest; tell me, and
tell me at once, tell me this moment?*
Here was love-making with a vengeance.
‘Mous. Torriano—*
‘S ly, Israel!"
T cannot, it wonld not be proper.*
•Say it, I‘m only an Eastern Jew; we are all
eccentric. ‘
‘Israel Torriano, pardon me, you aro very
rnd* !* and Gertrude laughed a silvery laugh.
■Lidv Gertrude, say Israel.*
*1 sraell*
•Giod night; I‘in going, I cannot stay any
long-r, or I shall tel! you I don't snow whac.
‘Ohdosiy Gruel again? 1
‘Israel—‘
‘Lady Gertrude, Gertrude, good night; don't
’et them follow me. Listen, to-morrow I'll come
o see you at your house, when wilt y^u rtcoiva
m-?‘
•Any hour.*
‘Beall ? Th' n wait for mo; good night. Ger
trude.’ Israel bowed to the Eurt and Baron, and
abruptly left the box.
‘What an eccentric fellow, this cousin of
yours. Is that the famous eastern Torriano?*
‘Yes, my Lord; worth, worth—I could not
tell. 1
Eccentric, very eccentric; still one might put
up with a gr. at deal. Evidently smitten with
Gertrude. Bah, Jew or no Jew. wont dots it
mattei? I might then b a t ad ii>jinitinn;‘ this the
E irl said inwardly—outwardly he smiled.
•Should like t> see yon h. th at my house,
come and dine to-morrow, aeier mind the short
invitation. •
(Continued on eighth page.)