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MBS. MABY K. liltVAX.i*; Assin iate Editor.
ATLANTA, GEORGIA, FEBRUARY 22, 1879.
Our Southern Writers—What lliey Have
Done, and What They May Do.—Previous t'
the war, the South had comparatively few writers
but those who were acquainted with the 'haraeter-
istics of her people could not fail to perceive rich e .
ements «fa future literature in the original turn ol
thought, the cxhuberant imagination, and the ar.
tistic feeling existing among them. That these
were rarely manifested in literature, was owi: g
partly to the natural reticence of the Southern
mind, partly to the absence of the stimulus of liter-
ary societies and coterie*, and partly to the noble
distrust of its own powers, always found in the in
tellects that form high standards of excellence-
ideals that have ever been cast in the utilitarian
moulded of dollars and cen,“. Much was due also
to constitutional languor and indolence which need
ed to be broken up by some stirring, revolutionizing
influence. In spite of these, however, there were a
few golden outcroppings that served to show the
wealth of the unworked mine. Such a book w s
the‘-Household of Bouverie,” a thoroughly trop‘ c
b >ok, of a wild imagination and warm sensibility
joined to high culture and power ol moral analysis.
The wild wing of war swooped down and troubled
the calm fountain of Southern thought • nd feeling-
broke up its sluggish stagnation, and set currents
in motion that had never stirred before. It was
ike the wo.king of a spell. As the “shadows of
•beauty, shadows of power” rose from the troubled
fountain in which the Genius had flung the blood of
the “Deformed Transformed,” so fair creations up
started from the stirred and agitated Southern
mind. Fervid lyrics like “My Maryland” and the
“Conquered Banner,” and countless other poems of
passionate power or thrilling tenderm ss, were scat
tered through the very ephemeral periodicals of tha*
time, printed, some of them, on wall-paper in the
gun-boat blockaded States of the West.
When at last the -‘cruel war was over,” the roused
ami electrified brain-force began to manifest itself
in books—Southern books—crude, some of them,
and betraying the “’prentice hand,” but others
showing both care and culture/and all indicating
an original vein and a certain freshness and free
dom of thought only to be found in minds that have
never been restricted by the narrow pale of literary-
cliques, but in those only which have wrought out
tin ir work by the’r own model, and have not been
shaped according to what might suit the ideas of a
certain set or what would bring the best price in
the literary market,
Northern periodicals, recognizing these qualities
ot freshness and vigor in the productions of South
ern pens, were quick to take advantage of them to
reanimate their own lagging pages. .
But the literature of our country at presentis
but a foreshadowing of what it shall be. If but a
generous and stable government be ensured to the
South, she possesses every other condition of cli
mate, scenery, and character favorable to the devel-
opement of the highest order of literary excellence.
Genius has always unfolded most richly and per
fectly in Southern latitudes. It [reached its most
glorious efflorescence under the sunny skies of
Greece and Italy. Itisirom these sources that the
literature off ucceeding ages have drawn their in
spiration, being considered peifect in proportion as
they approximated .heir antique model. Title high
est praise bestowed upon Milton is that his poem
possesses something of the granduer of the Bible—
the Bible, whose sublime utterances rose from the,
olive-crowned height* and palm-shadowed plains
of the snn-kissed orient. Goethe, whom his world
wide adiP irers delight to call “Master of the Beauti
ful ” w-vs so thoroughly imbued with the spirit of
clasoc antiquity uiai|his genius would seem to be
long to that era rather than to the’present.
Let our writers but shun imitation, and be true to
their own ideals; work out their conceptions in
their own manner, and draw their inspiration (as
Bret Harte has done), not at secoud hand, like min
eral waters bottled aid bought of the dinggist, but
from the living fountain-head— from the human
life around them and the scenes in their midst.
Tims will they be able to give individualily and vi
tal force to our literature—a literature which is ev
ery year becoming mere conspicuous aud putting
forth higher claims to recognition. It will continue
to expand as ou- country develops her rich resour,
ces, until in some futureage, it may reproduce the
old Greek type of literatnre with all its spiritual-
itv, its fervid imagination, its simplicity- and its
strength. *
measure to all; but if a woman puts on airs with
tier real equals, she has something about herself o r
her family she is ashamed of, or ought to be. Mid
dle, an.i more than middle-aged people. who know
family histories, generally see through it. An of
ficial of standing was rude to me once. “O, thati s
the maternal grandfather.”—said awise oid lriend of
mine to me,—he was a boor.—Better too few words,
from the woman we love, than too many: while she
is silent. Nature is working for her; while she is
talking, she is working for herseif.—Love is spar
ingly soluble in the words ot men; therefore they
speak much cf it; but one syllable ol women's speech
can dissolve more of it than a man's heart can hold.
Holmes.
The Lover of the Period.
It was night in a handsome parlor. Out of doors
the wind moaned and the sleet rattled, but within,
all was war-ntli and cozy comfort. The crimson up.
holstery glowed tranquilly under the soft light of
jhe argand, and flickering rays fron the ruddy grate
shaped many an elfin shadow on the carpet.and in
the corners-
Two parties, male and female, were sitting on one
sofa.
This sofa was designed for that number, but to
night there were, accidentally, on one end of it,
nine volumes of Encyclopedia.
Consequently the volumes were somewhat pressed
f„r sitting room.
The occupants of the other end of the sofa we r e
Paul Flump and Miss More MeMinnywink.
Paul was saying, “Miss More, pardon my bold
ness, but I must speak. Long ago you must have
guessed the great feelings which—which I feel for.
you. Oh! canuot you return them—seme of them
at least? I—I love you, I do!”
“Paul,” she answered, softly, hut firmly, “Paul,
you must not talk so! Forget it, I pray you. We
NOT WAX ALTOGETHER.
The underlying motif of Goethe's Wilhelm Meis-
ler is to prove that character is something that can
not be shaped or even very materially modified by-
association and education. The y oung members of
a certain bright, widely-scattered family, work out
heir destinies in ways, wholly unexpected to their
different guardians, but quite consistent with their
inborn characters. That we are wax to be moulded
hv education and training, Goethe denies, and so
does Thackeray, who says,
“But fortune, good or ill, as I take it, does not
,.hange men and women. It but develops their
characters. As therearea thousaud though's lying
within a man that hedoes uotknow until he takes
up the pen to write, so the heart is a secret to him
(or her) who has it in his own breast. Ah! no man
knows his strength or his weakness till occasion
proves them.”
In this quotation from Esmond is set forth, the
modern idea of human character. Whstthe man is
at the peginning that he always remains. You can
not -hange character, you cannot very materially'
modify it; it is the one thing, unchangeable. In tlie
main, he is right, too, we must admit. We have
cea-ed to use the simile of the sheet of white paper*
so familiar to our ancestors, in speAkiug of the
mind’s capacities. We accept, in these later d ys,
the fact that we are not to expect, figs from thistles
or grapes from thorns, and content ourselves with
caring for the vine that itmay bring forth fruit after
its kind. Pruning and watering are needful, to be
sure,and their use in eharacter Thackery acknowl
edges. Do you remember that in Esmond he says
of Lady Castlewood: “Oat of the griefs aud cares, as
will happen, I think, when these trials fall upon a
kiudly- heart, and are not too unbearable, grew up a
number of thoughts and excellences which had nev-
ercome into existence had not her sorrow and mis
fortune engendered them. “It is misfortune,” he
says again, “thatawakens ingenuity, or fortitude
or endurance, in hearts where these qualities had
never come to fife but for the circumstances which
gave them being.”
Persian Cruelty.—A perfume hangs about the
name of Persia—that land of gems and genii, roses
and bulbuls, and moonlit waters But such cruel
facts as the following, are well calculated to chill
any fragrant breath of romance that may embalm
our thoughts of the land of sunny legends.
When the Shah of Persia visited Paris, he was
feted and made much of. Victor Hugo shrugged his
shoulders, and told to hisguests, at a diningthe sto
ry of how the Shall rid himself of a possible rival to
his throne, in the person of his young brother, a
Bay, handsome aud much beloved boy. .
The Shah, fearing plots on the part of some who
might wish to unseat him, and put his biotherin
his place, ordered the boy to be assas inated.
"There lived in tue palace near the y oung princes
an old tutor who had raised them. The oid man's
heart softened at the thought of the danger which
menaced his youngest pupil. He loved him tend, r-
ly, and resolved to save him. He sought his Shall
and said to h> in:
“ -Master, I will take it upon myself to rid thceof
thy' brother.’
“ ‘Do so then/ said the Shah.
“The tutor left the presence’ sought the child,
Who was playing jin the garden, called him, covered
him with caresses, even cried over him. Then, with
a rapid motion, he thrust his thumbs in his eyes so
deeply as ho start them from their sockets.
“This horrible execution accomplished, .here-
turned to the Shah and said;
“ ‘Master, thou art delivered. The child can nev
er reign, for the law says that a mau must see in or
der tc lead Olliers. He is blind.’
‘That is the way in which ihe Shall inaugurated
his reign.”
A|French painter of great talent, M. Jean Lau
rens, who has lived over ten years in Persia, has
seeu ay'oung woman buried alive for adultery. The
unhappy creature, corded, was thrown in a hole
dug near the surface and covered with earth. For
a'few moments the ground trembled with horrible
convulsions, then the whole crowd trampled over
the grave.” *
Live Within Tour Means.—Economy has been
called the parent of integrity, and it most certainly
leads a man up to a consciousness of independence.
There is a vast difference between stinginess aud
frugality: we don't urge such economy as comes
down to rags and starvation. It’s no man's duly to
deny himself and his'family every- luxury, every
comfort, every pleasure of life. Proportion and pro.
priety are the two points to be considered, such
economy as is consistent with reason, health and
quiet happiness The man who lives within his
means is Independent, and a very little care will
euat'le hi a to lay by' someth ins every' year towards
such exigences as all are liable to. If y-ou know
how to spend less than you receive, you have the
true philosophers's stone, afar more valuable secret
than the old alchemists sought. Without economy
none can be rich, aud with it none need bepoor: if
a question comes up as to whether this or that can
be afforded, submit to privation rather than run any'
! risk. Live within y'our means always. Economy'
i is the doctrine of proportion reduced to every-day
practice.
A writer in Baldwin's Monthly.takes the owners of
libraries and other similar luxuries to task in these
words:
“there are libraries, picture-galleries, there
are collections of curiosities, there are conservato
ries, hoises and carriages, that might enrich
are both poor, and should have uo fine house nor j m »ny nyes, without making the individual owners
“ F . | one whit poorer. And yet how exclusive—some-
-ovely dresses and—and all that, forgive me, j time from churlishness, and of en, no doubt, from
Paul, but I must have all these when I marry, and I mere thoughtlessness—these owners are apt to be!
I whose luxuriesare limited, orto put one's carriage
j now anil then at the disposal of a friend who has
none of his own. The cost of a few additional tick-
! efs .0 some attractive entertainment, or of some
j new pub ication, or well-ehosen gilt what is ittoa
: rich man ? He ean do such tilings without effort or
self-denial- It is in the remembering to do them
| that virtue lies. The lecoilection of individual
} tastes, and individual limitations, the tlmug'.itful-
| ness. Die appreciative sympathy, of which such
| trifles maybe the medium,are beyond valuation.
“All worldly joys are less
To the one joy of doing kindnesses.”
says George Herbert. And we are inclined to think
that ihe opportunities of the rich for doing little
kindnesses appropriately, are opportunities for mor
al expansion as eft'ecive as the founding of hospit
als or the endowment of colleges.” *
The Modern Sensational Sermon is thus de
scribed by a writer who declares he is not irrever
ent, but only lias an honor of sensational piety and
a desire lor a country meeting-house, where there
is some pure and ieal respect for true religion.
“Leaves from the diary of the modern preacher of
the Tannage order:
January 1.—Last comic burlesque sermon trotted
out with brilliant success. Choir sang new selec
tion of opera bouffe Sacred jubilante chorus. [Ap
plause.] Requested Deity to put down sell-pride
and schism, wherever it maybe found. Hinted at
the insiduous wiles aud devicesu-ed by-the adver
sary. and more than once alluded to youih and in-
exqerience in a vgry pointed manner. We had a
good time, and everybody was kept ou a broad grin
during the entire service. Several of my ministeri
al brethren assisted.
January 10.—The comic sermonsand collection < f
sacred humorous hymns have steadily drawn the
unregenerate to my church. But I don't allow one
novelty to get cold before treating another. Six
months ago webundled the old-fashioned pulpit in
to the lumber-room, aud substituted in its place, a
large plain platform. Signor Fortissimo, the great
cornet player, has been employed, and as a novelty
will draw.
An Elegant Home Saved from Tobaeco
Smoke.—If a person Who is given to any habit Of
dissipation couict have calculated beforehand all its
cost, from the time that it was begun, he would,
doubt less, never have suffered himself to become Its
servant- Many a man by merely' laying up what a
vice costs him in money, would find it a better in
vestment than a iife insurance. An exchange men
tions the successiul result of an experiment in this
ine by' a Vr. Hubbard, o Connec icut. He was
about eighteen years old when he determined to lay
aside, day by day', the money he would have spent
inr cigars had he been a .-maker At the end of each
month Ie deposited ihe sum thus accumulated in
ihe. savings bank. As the price of good cigars ad
vanced, he correspondingly Increased the money
laid by each day. At times, when his savings in the
bank had reached a few hundred dollars, lie drew
them out 10 make a more profitable investment. By
careful management the fund at length amounted to
upward of eighteen thousand dollars. A few years
since, Mr Hubbard look ibis money and with it
purchased a charming site on Greenwich Hi‘1, and
built a comlorlableand commodious home for him
self and his family. The place overlooks Long Is
land Sound and commands one of the finest and
widest views that can be found on the Connecticut
coast.—Phrenological Journal.
dubiousness as to the poem's originality implied in
his introductory paragraph, and doing the same
laudable service for those who still question the
child's right of authorship to this poem.
Of course the grounds for questioning the chi d s
claim to the an hor-hipofMy Love and I.” in the
absence of di eet pro: >f. are suggested, first ' though
not necessari.y 1 by the intrinsic excellence of me
poem, in conception, treatment and p >ii-li : second
ly’, the remoteness of its locale, and the general and
positively English coloring of the word-picture-. It
is indeed singular that a little school-girl should
select as the locality for a love-poem “the silver-
winding Wye/’a mode t streamlet in tile dominion
of good Queen Victoria, of which.perhaps even a
Yorkshire school-girl knows but little, outside of
direct reference to her geography. Fourthly, it t- a
remarkable conception in a school-girl in a rural
district ot Georgia to conceive her heroine's lover
to be a sailor, or “ one who had sailed across the sea/
Such allusions are frequently found in English
ballads and love-songs wneriu maidens are sup
posed to mourn for faithless lovers who have “sailed
across the sea/’; this use cf a stereotyped English
phrase, in connection with the features of doubt
already mentioned compel us to request the editor
of the Chronicle and (' mst tut ionalisi to furuish the
public, if possible, with the evidence which was
satisfactory to him in endorsing the author hipo 1
the poem. If ha has none, and simply based his en
dorsement upon indiv dual opinion, the parents
and friends of the child may be able to furnish the
necessary proof. A child gnted with such poetic
genius has, doubtless, anumber of other equally re
markable poems iu manuscript. Would it not be
well to publish some of these, as corollary proof?
iNQCIEEit.
Doing Good Without Money. Opportuni
ties of the Rich.—We are always pre idling aboui
charily and doing good to others, and longing, or
pretending to long for >ppott unities to perform some
great heroic deed for the go-«d of our race, and all
the wh'le we continually neglect the means of do
ing good that are daily within our reach; Every
day brings us some opportunity to do a benevolent
act that costs nothing. We can encourage some one
yvtth stimulating words, cheer them with kind
words, defend them against slander or insidious in
sinuations, confirm them in the better way when
they are hesitating between the paths of evil and
good. Words and smiles cost nothing and there are
means almost, as simple by which we m.iy assist in j
the culture of those around us and at the same t ime I
College Temple at Xewnaii.— From a recent vis.
itor to this long-established institution of learning,
we are glad to hear how bravely and cheerily it i s
di lying the hard times, extending its educational
advantages and growing more energetic in its ef
forts at culture, in spile of its reduction in terms to
meet the depressed financial condition of the coun
try: In proof of his capacity as an educator, Prof.
Kellogg has scores of graduates from his College
scattered ove’ every State in the South, many o f
them teachers, others writers, ail of them imbued
with the love ot literature, the refined taste, the
zeal for self-improvement, which are characteristics
of the strongly individual President of College
Temple.
Among other new things taught at the Temple of
pr ctic-al value to the girls of our countr y|are.Tel-
egraphy- and Printing. A bright and interesting a-
per, the “New Departure,” is issued every week
from an office within the College walls, 1he type be
ing all set by girls. The chief contributors to the
paper are the more giited among the wide circle o 1
College Temple Alumna; with stories and poems
from such writers as Mrs. French, Mrs. C. W. Ear-
ber Towles, Mrs. E. E- Broyles, Clara Le Clerc, Miss
Mary Crawford, Miss Mattie Collins, and others.
TI«e California Minstrel Troupe—Billy Em
erson.—file very announcement that the Emer
son Minstrel Troupe is to appear on the 21st is suf
ficient to insure a “rousing house.” They are pro.
vided with fresh songs, new sketches, new jokes
and comicalities, and have been immensely suc
cessful in their late tour. Everybody knows that
Emerson i-the greatest comic combination in the
wor d, being yet intensely dull in his humorous
conceptions, a Hist class acrobat, a fine singer and a
capital dancer. The other members ot the big
Four are liardly behind him. The quartet of fine
singejs, with comic aud sentimental songs, signor
Abecco with his harp, Leo Brimmer, tue kingol'the
banjoists and Don Ferreyra the Man Kime, are alj
attractions of the highest order of comic art. *
The Mendelssohn Quintette Club.—On next
Tue:-day evening ilk h; the famous MeudJessolm
Club of Boston, will delight all the lovers ot line
music In Atlanta, with one of their brilliant con
certs, comorisiug a number ot the choices musical
compositions for tile flute, violin,vioiiucello, ciar-
ioneMeand other instruments. A grand feature of
the programme is the singing of uo less an artist
affo d them exquisite pleasure. Often we meet with i than Mrs. li. F. Knowies, thesuperb suprano singer
persons wno are hungry for mind-food, cravi nr mr j of Boston. The Mendelssohn Club has met Willi an
a taste cf the beaut ilul which their poverty denie s 1 enthusiastic reception during its Soutneru tour. I11
them. Flow happy those should be «-ho possess ttie Norfolk. Va , it Irew a very large audience, “proba-
means of slaking this intellectual thirst-who have | b y,” say= the Virginian, ‘‘the most fashionableand
books, pictures, music, flowers, etc., to which they J critical assemblage of the season. Yet the most
can afford their less fortunate sisters and brothers | tastideous taste was gratified, and expectation^
access. , wrought to its highesi pitch by ihe exhaited r
taiion of the club, was fully met. :
“MY LOVE AM) I.”
rcj.u-
Sometime ago the Augusta (Ga.) Chronicle and TE UJCAX^ON-—Last year, our city
Constitutionalist published a poem with the above I w *° i- couom b.o uic.use uliiis announcement,
caption. It is as follows:
Beside the silver winding Wye
We strayed one eve, m- love and I;
We rested on one sunny spot,
He culled the blue forget-me not;
“My love.” said he, “this flower shall be
A p’edge betwixt thyself and me.
Of faith and love and constancy.”
Beside the silver winding .Vye
I strayed alone, and with a sigh
I rested • n the same sweet spot.
And kissed my poor forget-me-not,
For he had sai ed across the ser,
My love who gave lhis.flower to me
As pledge of mutual constancy.
Beside the silver winding Wye
We’ll walk no more, my love and I';
This sprig of dry forget-me-not
Reminds me still of that sweet spot,
For ah 1 he'll ne’er return to me ;
Yet evermore this flower shall be
A pledge of love and constancy. .
The editor introduced the poem with the follow
ing paragraph:
*• l'his exquisite little poem was found in the pos
session of Miss Lizzie McKenzie, aged 18 years—a
little schoolgir. of Richmond county. It is believed
to be an original production of this talented youn;
tuat K,ue UmXioii hua canceled her Southern
tngagemeii.s. ihe fair Ftre Queen compensates
tor tu.s no*,D> coining to us with an admirable
support and the popular, and exciting play of
the Denude Marriage. Kale Ciaitjn is a iavurite
actress lu tne South, and aside from her dra
matic ability, she is a woman who has proved
ner nerve and energy and courage, not only in
her well-known encounters with the Fire Fiend
but in her undertaking, aud for a time succeed
ing, in ihe most d ffiouit of ail things under the
suu tne managemetiL of a la ga Theatre. Kate
wiii be eordiaiiy welcomed ia the Opera House,
on ihe tVenmg ot the nineteenth and twentieth
inst.
Too Bad—That wretched Watterson ! See
how rt.siuU.nSiy he preludes one of his slams
upon the s x. He purr3 deceitfully as a tom
cat that priScmly (levengetuliy mindful of
having once had his tall mashed) ends by giv
ing you a scratch. He says:
“That little cameo-poem whose burden is
‘for women must wait,’ owes its popularity to
the tact that it is the crystal! zHion iu lew aud
rhythmic *ords <f woman’s crowning charac
ters ics—her tender devotion, her patient con
stancy. On, woman, thy name is constancy !
Witaout thee enduring iove were but a name.
It is only thy pure, clingtag nature which is
capable of laitnfulness through ail thiDgs—
person, who claims to be its author. 'J he simple i turough good and through evii, through calum-
you cannot furnish them.”
“Yes, I forgive you, I do! Fact was, I—I was|un-
dera false impression; I—I—I thought you could
suppiy us themer’things! I forgive you.
A Trap Woman.—I would have a woman as
true as Death. At the first real lie which works
A guest in a private library once asked the loan
a book: some inexpensive publication that could
easily have been replaced in the (not at all probable)
event ot loss or injury. The book was lent, but with
an air of reserve and hesitation that made the vis
itor heartily regret having asked for it. and insured
the speediest possible return. This library lay in
empty silence and sombre gloom five days out of the
tenderness of feeling and grace of expression are in
deed remarkable in so young a child ”
A few day's ago the Macon Telegraph and Messen
ger alludes to little Miss McKenzie as a “poetical
prodigy,” and in regard to this charming effusion
qnotes a more recent utterance of the Chronicle and
Constitutionalist upon it, in which it is characterized
as a tender, delicate, artistic lyric. The Chronicle
and Constitutionalist continues:
“ In its pure simplicity there was remarkable fit
ness of sentiment and expression, so much so that
from the heart outward, she should be tenderly chio-. wer?^* 1 'intellemuahy'smper-
roformed into a better world, where she can have 1 -
it would imply the mark OI culture as well as iuspir- th tue wlIe of manllood . For six long,
The theme itseif and the de t treatment ar-I 7 _ r.., , . • . e ’
ny, uis oyaity, disgrace, des rtion and death.
Since time began it has been the noblest, sweet
est theme it song and story, and, when time
shall end, it shali be the last and least trite.
Six long years ago a scoundrel insulted Charles
O Brien’s wife. Tue indignant husband shot
him dead. For this he was tried, couvieted and
senienced to be hung. His punishment was
eventually commuted to imprisonment for life.
The other day the President pardoned him,
and he left his cell a free citizen once more.
He sought and found the sweetheart of his
an angel for a governess, and feed on strange fruits
which will make her all over again, even to her
bones and marrow.—Whether gifted with the ac
cident of beauty or not. she should have been
moulded iu the rose-red clay of Love, before the
breath of life made a moving mortal of her: Love-
capacity is a congenital endowment;and |I hink,
after a while, one gets to know the warm-hued na
tures it belongs to from the pretty pipe-clay coun
terfeits of them.—Proud she may be. in the sense re
specting herself; but pride in the sense of coutemn-
ingothers less gifted than herself, deserves the two
lowes 1 circles of a vulgar woman's Inferno,
he punishments are Small-pox and Bank-rupt y.
ior, to whom free access to its treasures would have
been exceeding pleasure and profit. Not ha ving
money to spare for the purchase of boobs, or lime
and opportunity to freq. ent public libraries, they
might have had every want supplied in this, at to
cost or loss to the proprietor. He preferred instead
to see the unbroken line upon his shelves, and will
never kin.w the kindly opportunities he has missed,
or the loss hi - own soul has sustained iu missing'
Very unlike the narrow spi-it is that which ani
mates the genial proprietor of another library 'hat
we have in mind. His delight is to circulate his
books among the greatest possible number o appre
ciative,readers, and, generally to diffuse, instead of
selfishly concentrating. the multiplied enjoyments
that his wealth commands. Few opportunities of
giving pleasure, or doing good are neglected by him;
where j or ‘ I should say, by them—for there is a gracious,
woman y influence perceptible in both hislar.eand
small liberalities. To give even a hint "f them
ation.
gued, at first blush, a maturer intellect and exper
ience. But it is also true that they who have the
genuine gift of song cannot be measured, so far as
their genius is concerned, by the precise and math
ematical rules which may suffice for those to whom
the exceptional talent has been denied.”
If the child is reallv the author of the poem she
deserves these eulogies, to the fullest extent. It
will be noticed that the editor of the Chronicle and,
ConstUullo.iallst wrote his first commendatory para
graph guardedly, “was found in the possession of,”
weary, woful weeks hai she remained constant
to her imprisoned lord. Then somebody told
her that his sentence of itself worked a divorce
between them; whereupon she hied herself
straightway to another man and married him.
And no* Charles 0 Brien and she are fighting
m a Washington court for the possession of
their child.’ *
Staiiiey’s Yen E\i>etlUioil.—So Stan
ley Cii^e more turns mo race lowa.ds the Dark
Continent. He has been spending inon'hs in
She who nips off the end of a brittle courtesy, as j would tske pages; for, mingled with the noble ben-
one breaks the Up of an icicle, to bestow upon those , efactions that are ex pected as a matter of course, are
. , . .. , . | numberless little kindnesses, that have infiniuly
whom she ou B ht cordially and kindly to recognize, , m , , re significance when considered as exponents of
proclaims the fact that she comes not merely of low j character.
blood, but of bad blood. Consciousness of acqnes- I It,is a sn.— — , — ~ , _ . .. ^
tioned position makes people gracious in proper basket of frult or flowers to some acquaintance | this proof in detail, thus effectually removing the
is believed to be an original production/' “claims i getting fully tquipped, and when he starts oat
to be its author,” etc. In the second, and more re- | he wilt be as thoroughly prepared to encounter
cent paragraph, he uses no terms implying hesitan- j >he dangers and hardships of such an expedi-
cyordoubt. Has the editor, during this interval,} lion as it is posi-ibie to be. But in spite of this
received indubitable proof that the poem is really j ttle undertaking is one to make any ordinary
the original production ot this thirteen year old ) “ au 8brlnk f r°oi it in dismay,
child? If so. he will confer an especial favor upon „ „
all lovers of true poetry, and increase our already I _ Mra - Frat ces Hodgson Barnett has completed
It is a small matter—in the mere act—to send a high admiration for Southern literature, by giving glrjhnt rkMonthlv’ WbiCil b0
iclrpt nf fruit nr flntrorc In cniriA opniiflintonpo i ♦ V.;Txwnnf In riotoil thni pffpi’t.llftllv rfiffiOViDC th6 I * t* U OCilDutir S jxLOUtUijr*
' Tiif Orsiiurft Journal.—utters this strong
Ud.I just animadversion upon the publishers
and venders of impure literature;
If there is one crime against human society
more loathsome than any other, it is the manu-
actnre of obscene books and pictures designed
to corrupt the youth of the land through the
debasement of the sexual instinct. The men
engaged in this infamous traffic are as little de-
serv ng of mercy as any class of criminals, and
there ought to be a union of 3ll pure minded
people to bring them to justice. *
«, IICI/S OF THIRTEEN AND
FOURTEEN.—The principal of a Cincin-
nvti school, wuiie on the witness stand last week,
made this singular assertion:
•1 regard a girl ot thirteen or fourteen, as one
of the most dangerous pieces of mischief a man
cm come in contact with: her mind is so ful
of bad thoughts and evil purposes-’ That
school teacher's experience of girls must have
Been *uniortnnate. AVeare daily aud intimately
,-soeiated with girls of the age so sweepingly
condemned, and we find them full of noble im
pulses and good purposes, often conscientious
and unselfish; and when guilty of error, quic k
to repent, offending from a wane of thought not
of feeling. The girl of thirteen or fourteen is
in a transition state. The elements of her char
acter are unsettled and ‘mixed’ as Lotta says,
and she rather contradictory and enigmatical,
bat she responds readily to the appeal of ‘kve;
and love aud confidence should guide the con
trolling hand at that turning point of the girl’s
life. If you are her friend, her guardian or her
parent, inbue her with perfect trust in you; lqt
her love cast on( fear, let her come to you with
all h“r mistakes and shortcomings, her impru-
denciesandg i>‘s. Let th tbad bubble out of her
ia confidential talk, and then ‘do your spirit
ing gently.’ no dreadful warnings and long-faced
upbraidiDgs, but sensible loving ‘setting right’
encouraging words, glimpses of nobler idea s of
tbought and conduct suggested rather than
thrust upon h^r in that peremptory way that
the youthtul heart rebels against, ‘because it
savors too much of the catechism and the stere
otyped idea of duty to take hold of the young
imagination and through the imagination to
reach the heart. *
Personals,
\» lint People lire Doing and Saying
all over the World.
G orge Eliot is not likely to write another
novel for years. She is to finish Mr. Lewes’
‘P. sitivH Philosophy.’
The French president’s salary is $100 000 a
year.
A man went to the French masquerade as a
clown and got too drunk to go home, so he got
a friend, who was dressed iu the same costume,
to go home for him, and as both are matried
men tlnra are two divoiee suits.
Colville, the bead center ot leg opera, calls his
terpsichorean prancers 'ar ists, j .1st as MaxSrra-
kosefc and Map eson do their ljnc singers. What
the C.unique girls are called is doubtful.
A Kentuckian has been sentenced to ninety-
nine years in the penitentiary for his part in the
recent Breadtbitt county war, and he says he w:ll
not stay in the penitentiary for-so long a time-
which is true in fact, wi atever :t be in’ law. ’
Pastor Talmage is in danger of being bounced
bv the presbytery for hi? s nsadonal preaching
his visits to the slums, his pokes at other preach!
• is, his debt raising, as shown in the Gelston
•iid, and hss general contempt for the pi-esbv-
tery r J
Princess Louise, of Canada, follows her moth
er's example and eccourages the birth of trip
ets in her dominions to the extent of a five do 1
Ur p emium on each three fold addition to a
household.
‘The f ct is my papa did not know what tc-do
wi i, 1 lie men and so he had them poisoned ’
the son ot a Moorish efficial told an English
consul who wished to know what had become of
two visitors of whom the official was rath-r jeal
ous and who had disappeared mysteriously .
With Ashburton AVebster, who died a f w days
since, peiisues the li st male member who bore
the name ot the great orator aad statesman.
And now Christine Niilson asks for a divorce
from her husband, M. Koozeand.
Disraeli has been three timts in bankruptcy
out was helped through by a rich wife, ^
Dean S anley said the Boston Flower Mission
sup, lamented as it is by a fruit mission, was
one of the most beautiful and Christian charities
he bad ever heard of.
Mrs. Belva A. Lockwood, the female lawyer
wlose admission to the bar of the Supreme
Omm of the Untied Stales was authoriz'd by
the bill which has lately passed the StDate
p.aced on the desk of each Senator who voted
ior the bill a small boqu-t of flowets, and on
the desks of Messrs. McDonald, Sargent and
Hear, who advocated its passage, large baskets
ol flowers were placed.
S-cretary Sherman has taken the pains t 0 de
ny that he is a rich man, as will B8 to asse- t
that the very little he does own is not invested
tn government bonds nor nations 1 bank stock
If the matter is of the slightest importance it is
ot interest to have it decided rightly. How much
then, does Mr Sherman acknowledge himself
to be worth ? Itis the opinion of good judges
that he is worth a million. 8 J a ° ea
Miss Annie Carter who, it was supposed, died
very suddenly on Friday night last, presumably
ot heart disease, ana-hose burial had been de!
layed bee use the body showed what were be
lieved to be signs of life, has been buried to
day. Last night mortification set in and this
morning an unpleasant smell was plainly notice-
able m the room, although the redness noticed
m the cheek was perceptible until the coffin was
closed The funeral was conducted by the nas
tor of the Baptist Church, of which £L Carter
was a prominent member. The house was
cro wded with the friends of the dead young girl
and with curios,tv-aeekers from the country
round about.—Y. World. J
A gentleman of Chicago thought of having a
of those dreadful things in hie/ Dll never close
n/a???ntn°et ^ U may break out and sweep I
us ad into eternity and us not a bit the wiser ‘ i
He tried to persuade her that it was an innocu- :
ous instrument, but she said: ‘No, no; look at
fciflAd and “ llllona of Poor Hindoos it
a lu ,‘ Wb y>‘ replied he, ‘that wasn't
one, that was a typhoon.* But the old
H r e - 6d i er gla3Hes - and looking at him
hlr that ^ the l re ° t ’ sald that he could not fool
hnt’.ha t it nj,gb e t not know mnch perhaps,
ient h f'V d kDOW J bat the typhoon was the pros
it a hopeless^ gentlem - n 8^n * tip
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