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VOL IV J. H, &WB.SEALfcU^S i \M f >\ 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.)