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ATLANTA, GEORGIA, FEBRUARY 1st IK7H.
THE Dll inn Ml D1ITH.
CROSSING THERIYERSTYX.
The Lower Regions etc.
Don’t fail to read this deeply interes
ting story which begins in this issue on
the 2d page. It possesses thrilling in
terest and will absorb all your attention.
‘Forty Years Ago ’
Drifting Sands from the Moun
tains And Foot Hills of
Georgii.
This is the title of a grand Mss. now
in hand and soon to begin in the Sunny
South. It will be read all over the South
with great interest.
The Arkansas and
Red River Regions.
SCENES AND INCTDENTS FORTY
YEARS AGO.
Thrilling Adventures of a Young
Georgian.
BY COL. wm. H. SPARKS, AUTHOR OF
‘THE MEMORIES OF FIFTY YEARS.’
We shall begin the publication of a
thrilling narrative by this distinguished
Georgian, but now of Louisana, giving
his personal experiences when a boy in
the ealy history of the Arkansas and Red
River Regions.
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The Boys and .Girls
of the South.
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onlv one dollar a year and contains 32
columns of reading matter with hand
some illustrations. Every parent should
take it for his children as it is intended
to improve their minds and elevate their
thoughts.
Club R:ites ft>r 1879,
Special Inducements.
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Foster and. other Spiritnalistti—mi eire-
nirtir's Gossip.—'Did you go to see the spiritualist,
Mrs. Eidridge, who created such a stir in Atlanta
with her seances?'asked my friend, Mi's. F^ehner,
as we sat in her cosiest of rooms, warmlooking as
the heart of a poppy, with its gleaming, anthracite
tire, its crimson carpet and curtains, and the red and
golo of the northern pippins aud Florida oranges,
mixed with their own green leaves, that were heap
ed on asilver dish on the table be tween us.
‘I did not. I am told she was besieged by visitors
anxious for glimpses or the marvellous at three
dollars a piece; that they came away thunders'ruck
at her developments They said she answered ques
tions asked only in thought, and others writ ten and
sealed up, without opening the envelope. Marvel
lous, truly; but as Bret Harte would say, l soured
early on spiritualism. My husband's lather, a man
whose absorbing passion had been money-getting,
took. late in life, a crazeon this mysterious subject,
made the great ‘Ilarmonia’ bis Bible.took pilgrimag
es to New York and 3t. Louis to hunt out and inter
view not ed Spiritualists, while careless agents made
wild work with liis property; stores and gin houses
beingburned, steamboats were burnt or sunk, cattle
destroyed in overflows and negroes swept away by
cholera^a train of ill-luck that would iiave Over
whelmed him when his gold wasgod.but that hardly
rutiled his spiritualistic visions. When at home,
an hour or more was devoted to communion
with the spirits, in which he insisted that all
the household should join. All must gatherround
the table and give heed to messages written or
spelled out by spirits of all colors and nations. In
vain I tried to hide away with a book. A servant
was sent to hunt me up and bring me to listen to
what 1 lie spirits had were condescending enough to
rap or ‘tap.’ His ‘familiar,’ was the spirit of Moses.
He consulted Moses before entering upon any spec
ulation or taking any step in business, and judging
from his numerous mistakes, the great Hebrew law
giver must have had a very poor u derstanding
about matters oi finance. In the latter years of his
life lie became engaged iua work that seemed toab-
sorbe him to the exclusion ofall other interests' He
undertook to draw maps of the other world or
worlds lie worked with crayons and covered great
sheets of silk paper with circles, waves aud figures,
that he said represented tiie various epheresand
places of future habitation, located in stars and com
ets, all circling round the inner Mystery—the im
measurably distant yet far reaching, all-controlling
Creative Spirit, Understanding nothing about as
tronomy, lie, or as he said, Moses, through him, gave
strange names to these stairjf spheres. Each order
of mind had a star to itself, each order of criminals
a comet, which, after so many revolutions from
frightful cold to burning heat, became a star, and
the punishment of the inhabiting soul was ended
and il entered upon a higher and happier orbit of
life. The walls of the old gentleman’s room were
soon covered with theBo queer-looking maps, and
when the house took fire one nigh., he showed no
concern for the money and plate and trunks full of
fine goods that were being consumed in the flames,
but shouted to the negroes, swarming around the
burning building, that he would give any one of
them a thousand dollars and his freedom if lie would
save the maps. But there was gunpowder sto-ed in
the cellars and the maps were not saved. He had
been on the point of having them removed to the
‘Temple,’ for his craze had culminated In the erec
tion ofa building, there in the midst of the forests
of Red River, consecrated to the spirits and furnished
with musical instruments of various kinds—a grand
Steinway piano, guitar, violin, bass-viol and organ,
upon which the spirits played through a young girl
—the daughter Ofa neighbor, whom he had convert
ed to his spiritualistic belief.’
‘And was your father-in-law always a believer in
that faith ?’
‘lo the end of his life. He died in Mobile, of
small-pox. contracted on a trip to Brunswick to pur.
chase the Scarlett property there—an island and a
hundred negroes, Before setting out he consulted
Moses, who assured him that his trip would be ‘for
the best.’ when he knew he would die lie said Moses
had been right, as he always was, that death was
‘best,’ Among the papers he left were letter - from
noted spiritualists—Davis and Judge Andrews, Fos
ter ’
is. It has been stolen and ttirown Into an a A bar
rel. Yon will never recover it..’
Then turning to me, he saidi:
‘You wish to know who stole the ring. Look ! the
name will appear.’
He rolled up the left sleeve of his velvet dressing-
gown. His arm was well shaped and' white-as mar
ble. With his right hand he-made a nunaber of
rapid passes and flourishes along his bared arm and
above it. I didnotseeanytltingin his baud to write
with, nor did he seem to write-at all, but presently
lines—letters—began to appear upon the naked arm.
At first they were a faint pink, but the color became
brighter, till, at last, the name'Millie DavidLson’ flam
ed out from tlie marble skin In vivid carmine. Mrs.
Davenport and I looked in each other's faces. Her
look said: ‘I felt sure of it,’, mine, I know, was full of
amazementand pain. A jniracle(it seemed) had pro
claimed my little pet guilty—my girl with the frank
eyes and t lie fine sensitive-feelings. I could not be
lieve it—yet there it was—the testimony ofher guilt,
traced in letters of 1 blood by,as we were told, spirit
ual agency. If not, how did the letterscome there?
How did this man know aay thing of Millie David
son or of the loss of the ring? we had spoken of
neither; he had no knowledge of us. had never seen
either of us before, I paizled my brain with this
question as we went along in silence-back to our
boarding-house. Mrs. Ibavidson met ns and asked
the result of the visit- Mrs, Davenport told her; I
could not have doihF so. She listened without a
word, then called Millie and repeated it to the girl.
When she heard, such alook of amazementand hor
ror came into her face asl had never seen on a human
countenance. She stood speechless, looking at tier
mother, then she struck her hands together and
cried out, as ifa hand was crush'ng her heart:
‘But I did not take- the ring 11 did not! Oh, God
is my witness '
‘Hush," her stern rosfhersaitl. Millie was her only
child and her care-worn face would softeu at sight
of the girl’s beauty, but her sense of right was in
flexible and her belief in spiritualism and in Foster
was as firm. She eltfried the child off to her room i
which joined mine,and for hours I listened to the
cruel blows and piteous sobs and protestations. They
were repeated next morning; it was in vain that I
knocked upon the-door, and pleaded and threatened
through the key-hole. Though the girl continued
to protest lierinnoceuee, she was taken from school,
banished from the parlor and dining-room, isolated
and disgraced. It was rarely I saw her; when I did
my heart ached for her; she was such a !pale, thin
shadow of her former self; her health was giving
way under the burden of disgrace and grief.
This went on for two months, whenfsuddenly the
ring was found—found in a crack in the drawer of
‘lie washstand in Mrs. Davenport’s room. The
drawer was the repository forall kinds of odds and
ends; a brass ta- k was needed and the drawer was
pulled entirely outand carried to the window, where
in irridescent gleam led to the discovery of the los t
solitaire, wedged in the crack at the back of the
drawer. How it got there was clear enough. The
drawer had been partly open while Miss Davenport
bathed, the ring was lying on the washstand and
h*d dropped into it, and in the harried search after
wards had got pushed back with the other things
and jammed in that crack between the bottom and
back part of the drawer. So the bur ien of guilt was
lifted from poor littfeMillie, but she never seemed
the same afterwards, the shadow of suffering never
wholly passed from her face.
‘All c used by the fslse testimony of so-called
spirits. But.how do you account for Foster's know
ing anything about Millie Davidson or the loss of
‘he ring?’
‘That was through his gift of mind-reading. I be
lieve there are people who possess this gift and
that it can be cultivated. He knew through this
faculty what queoHroi was absorbing the mind of
each of us, and he ventured Millie’s name at that of
the probable rogue.’
‘But the theatrical way he let it appear; how do
you account for that ?’
‘Ilie crimson writing on the arm? That must
have been due to sleislit of hand and to chemistry,
while he was bewildering us with his apparent
flourishes, he was really writing Millie Davidson’s
name with a pen filled with some chemical fluid that
could not be seen
‘All, that map Foster!’ cried mjc rt*-a«vk, ‘I callHOt- j- Hs paleness 5'TTti
ear his name without indiguatiou.’ { set
hear
‘You knew him, then?’
‘I have seen him only once, but that interview is
indelibly impressed upon my mind. I and afriend,
on warmth of the arm changed
fyc.'eoior. i have seen hand-
screens painted with suchapreparatlon. Tlie figures
upon them could not be seen till the warmth of the
lire brought them out. And speaking of fire, our
own has gone nearly out while weare discussing the
in t.he grate, while I pondered over tlie mysteries
of tlie mind of man, and wondered if mind-readin
and mesmerism and clairvoyance were much less
Mrs. Davenport, had gone to see him under peculiar I spirit question,’ and she emptied a fresh scuttleful
circumstances. Mrs. Davenport bad lost a ring of
great value. Phe was a Southen lady who had ouce
been fabulously wealthy, now widowed and board
ing with her only daughter at tlie pleasant home of j mysterious than spiritualism itself.
Mrs, Davidson, upon Street, where I also had I M. E. B.
apartments. Miss Davenport was young and pretty
and went often into company. On tlie evening tlie j
ring was lost she was dressing for a ball, and before
washing her hands, had slipped off this particular
ring with several others, and laid it upon tlie wash-
stand. The landlady's daughter, a girl of thirteen-
was seen to take up tlie ring and flash its diamonds
in tlie light. Twenty minutes afterwards,Miss Dav
enport, duly bathed and powdered, proceeded to re
place her rings, when she found the diamond soli
taire was not among them. It wag looked lor but
could not be found. Then a more thorough search
was instituted; the basin, the washstand, tlie carpet,
the whole room was gone over by mother aud dau
ghter and the white companion- a middle-aged dis
tant relation of Mrs. Davenport, who had been with
that lady from a girl. But no ring was forthcoming.
Mrs. Davenport at once suspected Millie Davidson
of having concealed it, and the companion said to tlie
girl, ‘I saw you with it in your hand.’
‘But I put it back on the washstand,’protested the
child, the color burning in her cheeks, aud she turn
ed her pockets inside out, shook her sleeves and
begged, with tears in her eyes, to he searched.
The matter was adjourned until next morning,
then the room underwent another and yet more
careful ransacking, carpets being taken up and ev
ery piece of furniture overhauled. All without re
sult; the solitaire was not found .
‘Go to see Foster; he can tell you where it is,’ said
tlie 1 indlady, who was a spiritualist and a firm dis
ciple of this plausible aud magnetic man.
Mrs Davenport went, and I accompanied her. I
was deeply interested in the matter for the sake of
the accused girl. Millie had eyes clear and candid
as any baby’s, and I could not feel that] she was
guilty; moreover, I had a curiosity to see tlie man
Foster, in whom so many of my sex blindly believ
ed.
Jfnrsing a Sore.—Itiis no uncommon thing to
see people with an ailment which has-beccomequite
their pet and almost their pride. They spend much
of their time in medicating it, and accounts of its
progress and symptoms form tlie greater part of
their conversation. Should they by any chance be
come healed of their malady. they would feel that
their occupation was vdiolly gone. Just such apet-
ted sore has the South long been to the people, we
mean the politicians, of she North. We form tlie
diseased part about which.they profess to worry,but
in which they really delight. Their politicians all
from the fledgling to .the gray-haired veteran rely
upon the misdeeds and loyal tv of the Southern peo
ple as their only stockin trade. With imaginations
as fertile as they are capricious, they always have
aggrievance to complain of, and no humility could
appease nor course of conduct satisfy those who are
not to be pleased. No medicament could heal that
disease which a diseased imagination, gloats upon
Assume what, form it may, it is a sore still; and lest
it might get well, care is taken to supply tlie most
severe caustics. I tee as much a matter of certainty
as anything of tlie future can be that the politicians
of the North are never going to speak well of the
South, Remove the African to his native land, or
let Mr. Windon transplant him to. the far west, and
still their rancor against the land which they have
so bitterly wronged would survive, and continue to
manifest itself in fierce speeches and attempts at
hostile legislation. That they, or at least, their pre
decessors have brought, about the very state of
tilings of which they complain, serves only to make
their hostility the more rabid. With all t eir can 1
and hypocrisy, they would not have this sore healed
forall the world. * *
Will it be Auetlier Failure?—'.Ye are not sure
that those wliesre now agitating tlie subject of fe
male suffrage will not continue to agitate it until it
shall become ar> accomplish-d fact. Indeed we are
not iii a frame of mind to be surprised at anything
that the mischief-making fanatics of New England
may do. The folly of giving the ballot to ignorant
negroes,andof making the-faintest streak of African
blood a sure passport to the highest political prefer
ments, is certaiiuly as great as it would be to give
the ballot to.women. Nor are those who advocate
this measure, likely to be deterred by the fact
that the best and. most intelligent women do not
desiderate this distinction. These claimants for
suffrage asa birthright profess to know better what
is good for woman than she knows herself. But we
may ask when she shall be enfranchised, will it not
be found practically a failure? They who gave tlie
negro the ballot are now loud in llieir bowlings be
cause hue often sells his vote and sometimes vote to
please his white employer or benefactor. Uui versa,
suffrage, they say. is a failure, because the colored
man yields to somebody elses influence and doe 1
not blindly follow their lead. Y'es sir, universa
suUYage is a failure if you consider it in t hat way.
You will fiud no country this side of Utopia where
poor men will not sell their votes for lipuor, and
Spechil Mention.
The Drama -F. C. Hangs.—To a’ 1 lovers of tlie
legitimate drama it is always gratifying to hear of
the coming of one who has had the genius to con
ceive and the mental and physical power to portray
the thoughts and sentiments of a master-mind. In
all the range of human thought since the creation
nothing from uninspired intellects has ever ap
proached the sublime heights of the Bard of Avon,
and to comprehend and properly represent him re
quires a genius born of the gods, a physique of Her
culean mould anda voice ala Jupiter Tonans. In
these two latter qualifications EuWin Booth who
has probably made more reputation in Shaksperian
Tragedy than any other living American actor, is
totally deficient,. He has no voice nor physical de
velopment to aid him and henca fails utterly to
present Sliakspeare in his gigantic proportions to
an intelligent audience, but Bangs combines all
these elements. With a voice like Jove, a form
which Apollo might envy. and. a genius which
grasps the thunderbolt aud,the subtlest scintillations
ofa magnificent intellect, he brings before you in
living embodiment the conceptions of the muster-
mind. The assassination of Julius C«snr on tlie
Ides of March iaJamiliar to every boy uow in school
or who has ever been to school,,and that very famil
iarity makes it the more difficult to invest the old
-cones with the grandeurto.wliiekthey are entitled*
out Bangs and Keene bring them before us with so
much power and native grandeur that we feel as
though we stood in the old Home of 2000 years ago
and beheld with the naHtral eye the scenes that
were then aud there enacted'.. When Mr. Bangs pro
claims from the rostrum, to the excited multitude
hat ‘I come to bury Caesar and not to praise him*
a climax is attained which, arouses all tlie emotion
al nature and makes one wish he had been a coun-
tryman of the great Caesar and a citizen of that old
mistress ofthe world in those stirring times.
In this address he brings-to bear all tlie shrewd:
power of the artful politician and we have before us.
in the person of Mr Bangs-the veritable Marc Ant
ony of Rome swaying the populace. lie is certain
ly a grand success in this- role.
As Cassius, the lean and hungry Cassius, Mr. T.
•V. Keene could not have been surpassed by any
living actor. In all his movements and speeches-
he carries with him that peculiar magnetic power
which so. few actors possess, and without which no
lasti.ogimpression upon an audience is ever mode
But Mr. Bangs makes a serious mistake in not
presenting Vtryinius as his introductory play in
every city. This is beyond all doubt liis master
piece-and the presentation of it last evening was
the grandest performance we have ever had upon
our Atlanta stage. It was grand beyond descrip
tion. The audience was frequently wrougnt into
an almost frenzied passion and tlie applause was
spontaneous and tumultuous. We cannot now un
dertake to describe liis acting and Unit of his mag
nificent assistants in this thrilling play of Sheridan
Knowles. All did nobly but we must make special
mention ofthe beauliful acting of little ‘Virginia/
rich men barter theirs for places aud pensions. You She was so pretty andsweet in person andso natur
al in manner that every one fell completely in love
with her. We feel grate ill to Mr. Jno. T. Ford for
sending us so splendid a company and trust this
will not be their last visit to this city.
need not expect the mass of mankind, nor lu leed
the majority, to vote rationally, with a clear sense
of their own best interests, without yielding to out
side influences. Give woman the right of suffrage
and you will find if sue votes at all that she will
obey tlie wishes ofher father, husband or lover, and
you will have to complain, should these not be oi
your way of thinking, that female suffrage is a fail
ure. It may be that people ought to think for them
selves aud express their individual preferences at
the polls regardless of the wishes of others. But tills
cannot be. Brains aud money must rule iu this
mperfect world, and when they cease to do so&’an
archy and ruin ensue.
* *
His private reception room, into which we were
ushered, was the perfection of quiet elegance. He
was standing at a window contemplating some
flowering box plants. As we entered, he turned and
came forward to receive us—a man whose striking
peculiarity was an eye that seemed to look all over
you and through yon in an instant. He placed seats
for us at a rounl table in the middle of the room,
and in response to our intimation that we each
wished to ask a question, pointed to pencils anj
some narrow slips of paper. He walked back to the
window aud again stood by his plants and seemed
to be absorbed in contemplating their crimson
bloom. With our backs to him as he stood at least
ten feet from us, we each wrote one question on a
narrow slip of paper and having written it, rolled
tlie paper strips into close, tiny rolls scarce larger
than broom-straws and threw them down upon the
table. As soon as we had done so he turned round,
walked up to where we sat and stood on the oppo
site side of the table looking at us for a moment. He
did not touch or look towards the rolls of paper
At the Top of tlie T.uililer.—"I have just
been,” said a friend of ours, ‘’tocall upon L. who.
you know, has lately married and has just gone to
housekeeping. She is fitted up very snugly. She
eas a nice carpet on the floor, an elegant suite of
furniture, and I observed in her closet a beauliful
set of China. Everything looked charmingly new
and nice.*’
Now, L, of whose new made home we heard this
description is not rice herself, nor the wife ofa
rich man. On the contrary, she was a piorgirl
whose friends were able to make her comfortable,’
who has married a clerk on a small salary. All of
his slender sav'ngs have doubtless been Invested
in this outfit ol a rented room. Far wiser would it
have been, we think, had they bought plainer fur
niture and have laid up something towards pur-
•hasing a home of their own. But in doing as they
did, they followed a very common, though very
pernicious example. They have begun at the top
of the ladder They have now, with no property
and no assured source of income, finer things than
tlielr grandparents when their estates cou'd be es
timate! by thousands. With this habit of extrav
agant expenditure, tlie foundation ofa fortune will
never be laid, and the probability is that they are
beginning higher than tliev will be again. Too of
ten is it tlie case that persons who start at the top
of the ladder descend only by a tumble. When the
necessity for retrenchment is forced upon their at
tention, that which they expend in show is just
what they are least willing to forego, and they con
sequently keep up tlie effort for display until the
struggle can be no longer maintained.
There can be no doubt that a haste to be rich is
one of the greatest evils of our age. But it is not
worse than the ambition'to seem so. The one
leads men in thousands of Instances Into crime,
and tlie other, while the first result is folly, leads
almost as surely to crime. A consideration which
ought to be most potent is ‘hat living bepoud one's
means, even when it results iu nothing criminal,
is sure to produce unhappiness. We would by no
means encourage a miserly disposition. But we
would urge upon every young man to strive to lay
up some part of his income and when lie marries
not tc start at the top of the ladder. You can better
afford to live plainly and humbly now than when
you shall be old-
Unpleasant Disclosures.—We have all heard
and iaughed at the old negro who felt it a duty of
charity to break to his master by piecemeal tlie ca
tastrophe of the broken cart aud dead oxen. The
individual, however, has been fortunate who lias
not had to make disclosures which lie approached
as reluctantly as a truant boy goes to tlie school
room. We all had such experiences as children.
In tlie stock story of Washington and tlie cherry-
tree, we are not by any mean? to suppose tiny the^
.Hue fellow had Lot long debated in liis niiiifi how
he should make his confession, and it was doubt
less a great relief when lie was forced to belch it out
unexpectedly. In fact these confessions which
i hey are longing to make,and yet know not how to
do so, constitute a large portion of the unhappiness
>fchildhood. As we grow older the matters that
weigh on our mind become more serious, and the
■iwkwardnesa of disclosure greater. The boy et Col
lege has to reveal to a stern parent that he bus out
run his allowance and has contracted heavy hills.
The maiden has to confess to her mother that she
has listened with a too credulous ear to Lothair’s
whispers of love and that she has dropped him bil
lets filled with protestations of undying love from
her chamber window. Later still, when the gay
bachelor has consummated his vows at the altar he
has to own up that the display of wealth with which
he charmed her too credulous fancy was all ficti
tious, and that she has a "different life before her
than that of dressing in silks and maintaining the
lilly-like purity of her hands. The girl too, lias to
confess that the neatness of her home which so
charmed her admirer was tlie result ofher mother's
care rather than of her own industry. Ali such dis
closures are exceedingly awkward to make, yet they
have to be made. There is but one way to avoid the
painful experience, and that is to be open, candid
and unpretending from the beginning. When once
we haveentcred upon a course of de -option there is
no telling to what tissue of falsehood it may lead.
Nothing is more common than to avoid an awkward
confession by an awkward lie; and when tlie truth
must come,as it almost certainly will have to do in
the end the confusion and shame will b nil the
more overwhelming. * *
Col. Robert Ron nor. —This energetic benefac
tor liasjust returned from a successful tour iu which
he sold hundreds of his life-giving pads, and lie
finds orders coming iu every day by mail. He is
receiving fresh supplies all tlie while from the man
ufacturers and all who are aillicted should corres
pond with him at once.
The city council of Pittsburg has resolved to
fax all railroad property within the limits of
hat city. It aggreates 310,000,000 in value,
md will yield 3160,000 revenues.
The richest man now in N iw Y irk is Wm. H.
V nderbdt. A T. St j wart’s fortune was 380,-
• '00. 000, and- the Astor estate in 1873 was esti-
uated at $90 000,000. Mackey, the bonanza
aing, is said to be worth 3130,000.000.
Clubbing With Other Papers.
The Sunny Smith anil any other
Paper or Jlutfaziue tor about
tlie Price of One.
Another Hundred Dollar Prize for a Poem.
—.Tlie Mobile Daily News offers a magnificent silver
cup, valued at a hundred dollars, as a prize for the
best poem expressive of Southern gratitude for
Northern aid during the epidemic. The names
Judges appointed argue that tiie award will be
made with justice and discrimination. They are
the famous poet, Father A. J. Ryan and Major Ste
phens Croom, of Mobile a distinguished scholar
and critic. Tlie name, third umpire, we have not
seen announced. Only Southern writers can coin-
— „ . , pete for the prize and all manscript must be sent
but presently, with eyes fixed upon Mrs. Davenpor, j > n b > T February lOth.sincethe prize poem wfilbepub-
hesaid- ! lished in the Mardteras number ofthe Times, which
... ' {edition will be a large illustrated one and will be
Aou have lost a ring; you wish to know where it j widely disseminated through the country. *
The Mutual Friend of Foes.—Nothing cOli
tributes more to the pleasure of friendship than to
have tlie same circle of frieuds that our friend lias
sometimes, however, men, and more frequently wo
raeu occupy the very awkward position of being the
mutual friend of two foes. A situation of more del
icacy—one requiring tlie exercise of more tact aud
good-feeling—cannot well be conceived. It is quite
bad enough if tlie two hostile parties have the good-
breeding to refrain from all strictures up >n eacli
other's short-comings in the presence of the neutral
friend. But it is much more frequently tlie case
that this one is chosen to be tlie recipient of their
complaints and backbitings. Then he or she can
avoid being drawn into the quarrel only by exer
cising tiie greatest caution. The least expression im
plying a partisanship, with one side or tnc other is
eagerly taken up and may become the ground of a
new enmity, fi’iiere is, in fact, nothing to be done
but to listen and keep silence. But while this state
of tilings is eminently unpleasant, it is by no means
uninstructive. It affords one of the finest opportu
nities for the study of human nature, aud it also en
ables us to see liow very differently even honest-
minded people may look at the same things. One
who has been frequently placed in this situation,
will, if lie has sought to profit by the lessons which
have been almost forced upon him, entertain a large
charity for the errors of the human head and tlie
weakness of the human heart. * *
Married, on Wednesday 15th, C. T. Atmore, Esq.
of Louisville, Ky., Genl. Passenger Agt., Louisville
aud great Southern R. R., and Miss Estelle Williams
of Montgomery, Ala. The ceremony was perform
ed in the Methodist church in tlie presence ofa
crowded house, by Dr. Andrews. The church was
beautifully and appropriately decorated. Tlie bride
is said to be a lady of unusual accomplishments.
Let every one avail himself of the
following remarkable propositions and
secure his reading matter for the next
twelvemonths. Such inducements have
never before been offered to the public.
Any paper or magazine may be seemed
in connection with the Sunny South at
very nearly the price of one, and spe
cial attention is invited to the unparal
leled otter. Other publications will be
added to this list. The amounts oppo-
posite the papers mentioned will secure
both for one year, postage prepaid.
Sunny South and Lippencott's Magazine, 5 9 25.
“ “ and Cricket on the Hearth, 3 Go.
“ “ and Hall's Journal of Health, 3 0C.
“ “ and Fireside Companion,
“ “ and New York World,
“ “ and “ “ Home Jlurnal,
•• “ and S iturday Journal,
«< “ and The Nation,
“ “ and Spirit of the times,
“ “ and New York Independent,
“ “ ard Christian Union,
“ “ and Scribner’s monthly,
“ “ and Philadelphia times,
“ « and Phrenological Journal,
“ “ and Appleton’s Journal,
a a and Popular Science Monthly.
“ “ and North American Review,
“ “ and Scientific Farmer,
« “ and New York Herald,
“ “ and Household Companion,
“ “ and American Cultivator,
“ “ and National Police Gazette,
“ “ and New York Graphic,
“ “ and “ Daily Graphic, 11 25.
“ “ and N. Y. Sunday Times, 3 25,
“ “ aud N. Y. Sun, 3 25'
“ “ and N. Y. Times, 3 25
“ “ and N. Y. 111. Christian Weekly 4 25^
“ “ and Boston Traveler, 3 25
“ “ and Waverly Magazine, 6 95.
and Leslie’s 111. Newspaper 5 25.
Chimney Corner,
Ladies Journal
Illus. Times,
Boys & Girls W’kly 4 00.
Lady’s Magazine, 5 00.
Sunday <•
Popular Monthly,
Pleasant Hours,
Budget of Fun,
_ , Demurest Mag.
and Wide Awake,
and Saturday Night,
and Atlantic Monthly,
and American Agriculturist,
and LitteU’s Living Age
and 1 outh’s Companion
and Watchman (Boston!
and Eclectic, ’’
and Scientific American,
4 25.
3 2-5.
3 75.
4 25.
9 90..
G 75.
4 75.
4 75.
5 45.
3 5 0 .
3 7G.
4 50.
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6 00.
2 95.
3 15.
2 25.
3 7G.
5 25.
4 00.
and
and
and
and
and
and
and
and
and
and
5 25.
5 25.
5 25.
a c .. . _ 8 1’ankee Blade,
Sunny South and Boys and Girls of the
South, one year for
and Wesleyan ChristianAvo.,
H Hazels Imtu-
4 50.
4 50.
3 25.
3 25.
4 75.
3 25.
4 75.
6 45.
3 25.
9 00.
3 50.
4 20.
6.25.
4 75.
4 75.
3 75.