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A £& Aii ai^s XM-- JOIIX H. SEALS. Editor an<1 Proprietor. W in. B. SEAES. Proprietor ami tor. Kill tot. 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 INSTINCT PRINT