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JOHX II. SEALS. Editor aim Proprietor.
Win. B. SEALS. Proprietor and Cor. Editor,
MRS. MARY E. HK VAX, (*) Associate Editor
ATLANTA, GEORGIA, MARCH 29, 1879.
A Chinese Statesman. The American Pol
itician.—When the Chinese bill was agitating the
National Assembly, the. chief argument brou ,ht
against it was that Chinese influence would taint
our American good morals; and the civilization of
Confucius would finally overpower the civilization
of Christ. It is doubtful whether the very ohadowy-
danger to the civilization of Christ exercised thes
disinterested patriots so much as the fact that the
Chinamen, who bring no vote in their hands, may
crowd out representatives of a ‘higher civilization’—
the African for instance—who are granted the
boon of the ballot and the pi ivilege of becoming the
tools of office-seekers. While there is no question
that the teachings of Christ are superior to those
of Confucius, there is question as to how greatly
our manner of following those teachings sets us
above the believers in Confucius. Especially is this
so in themat'.er of government. We have never
yet had a statesman whose practical demonstra
tion of his ideal of government was as noble as
that of the Chinese ruler Clioo Tsze, who liv'd
seven centuries ago. Our politicians may have ex
pressed ideas of government quite as lofty by word
Of mouth, but words are leaves, deeds are fruits;
ami the patriotic, unselfish deeds of this heathen
Chinee "show him worthy to have had our Christ
for his guide.
The following outline of his life and work gives
room for instituting a comparison .between the
heathen Chinese statesman of seven hundred years
back, and the American politician of to-day, rich in
the wisdom of a long era of Christian civilization.
As an official we see him indefatigable in reform
ing abuses. The duties of every ya-meu, official,
from the first secretary to the lowest underling,
were written up on the office doors. He visited the
schools and promoted the cleverest pupils without
bribe or partiality. He built colleges and founded
libraries. Such zeal for the public good could not
be hidden, and his opportunity soon came. The
Emperor Hia-tsung on his accession Issued an
invitation to both officers and people to send in
faithful representations of the state of the realm.
Clioo Tsze forwarded three celebrated memorials,
directed against the prominent abuses of the time
aud suggesting remedies. In the first he explained
that the need of the empire was a return to an
intelligent study of the classics. The works of the
great sages should not be learned by rote, but con
sulted as practical guides. The second denounced
the conduct of the prime minister, who had mude a
shameful "treaty" of peace with the Mongols. And
the third pointed to the mischief wrought by the
two eunuchs 'Tsaugand Lung, who stood between
the sovereign and the people. These bold words
gave the philosopher the character of an honest
man, but produced no eiFect. We uext (iml him on
two occasions helping the sufferers in time of
famine. A like visitation to that one which, while
we are. writing, is devastating the northern prov
inces of the empire, lighted on the southern regions
in Choo Tsze's day; and, as now, so then, the re
sources of the country were utterly unequal to
meet the stress of the calamity. "A long agony,”
like that now prevailing in Southern India, was
the result. ChooTizeproourodi.r 5 » a '
rice from the public stores by a loan, and had it
distributed among the poor. Then when the peo
ple brought in grain to replace the same; the offi
cers in charge having had private orders from
Choo Tsze, who himself had been engaged to be
security, allowed them to retain it for their own
use. These are the acts which endear a magistrate
to orientals, and which establish a reputation in
the hearts of generations. The scholar and the
bookman revere the sage for his commentary on
the “Four Books,” aud his dissertations on the
older classics; but tlie people, after seven centuries,
still think of him as tlie upright aud compassion
ate ruler who pitied the poor and dealt his bread
to tlie hungry. Even in tlie most degenerate days
of China devotion to literature is sure to lead to
promotion, and Choo Tsze was made governor oi
Nanch'ang. Here he spent the happiest years oi
his life. About seven miles distant from Xancli-
angfoo is a secluded valley known as “the Vale of
the White Deer.” Here, embosomed iu venerable
trees on the banks of a babbling rivulet, stands the
college founded by the sage. A tree, planted by bis
hand” is shown to the learned, who make pilgrim
ages from east, west, north, and south to do honor
to the memory of the august teacher; and though
the squalid buildings, the plastered walls, and the
dilapidated roof, may excite the sneer of a student
fresh from the splendors of Oxford, it is impossible
to view, without interest aud emotion, the oldest
collegiate foundation in the world, or to think
meanly of a people who thus reverence, from gen
eration to generation, the memory of learning aud
virtue.
But the college -in the Valley of the White Deer”
did not absorb all his care. He was again called
upon to exert himself for the people in a time oi
great drought. Here again his activity seems to
h we equalled his wisdom. He gave orders that in
etery market-town and village stores of grain
shoeid be provided, and that these should be so
supplivl with rice that the wants of the people
could be teiieved by sales therefrom at reduced and
-loderate K-ices To oversee and manage these
Rl, -es, lie se-t, those officers who had been ap-
l"'Li«d by the ..ourt to superintend the taxes on
wines,, liquors,», u t w ho were without employ
ment, anft no t neec.d f or that service. Further, he
memoriaUy.ea the t. roDC . begging Ills majesty to
ee"V< Cerlala other f^-es and grunt that the pre-
t 0l 1Sll, ue, more*ban forty thousand stone
v ,)c distribute aniong the poor, that
sX*? 6 UVeS ° f the lJea P* might fie pre-
services the emperor was
Political affairs iu China at the time Choo Tsze
began his cleansing labors must have been nearly
ascorruptas our own. "The p.esent condition of
the empire” wrote the sage, "is like that of a man
laboring, under severe sickness, so that from the
heart and vitals within to the extremes of the body
withont, not one hair, not even the smallest parti
cle of his whole system Is left unaffected.”
Any glib tongued politician of the period may
utter tlie same sentiments about our own govern
ment. but do they feel the mors obligation ; rest
ing upon them to lessen this corruption by tlie
4 perfect rectitude of their own purposes and acts”
as the Chinsman did, or do they go on seeking to
turn it to their own personal advantage and to
make the ‘'rottenness in Denmark” a stepping
8 one for their own greed of money and office?
The Chinese scum, that the too thickly populated
East sets floating to our own shores may be degen
erate specimens of humanity, but one can not
despise a nation which has given utterance to such
lofty conceptions of true government, and has put
them in practice through their three great philoso-
p iers and rulers, Confucius, Mencius and Choo
Tsze, of whom it has been said, to their eternal
honor, that they never lost their grasp of the true
objects of state or their sympathy with the public
virtue. •
Bayard Taylor.—The remains of Bayard Tay
lor were received in Ne77 York last week with
every mark cf public distinction. The obsequies at
the City Hall were very imposing and impressive
and witnessed by an immense concourse, including
the elite of the city, and many distinguished indi
viduals, representatives of the guilds of art and
literature. A touching feature was the singing of
an original ode by all the musical societies of the
metropolis—some fifteen hundred vi.ices. The re
mains have been buried near the Poet's home,
Cedar Croft, in Pennsylvania.
No American author is better known than Bayard
Taylor, whose versatile genius, pure aud pictur
esque style and immense capacity for literary work,
have added brilliancy to our native literature. He
was very popular with the people, a genial, whole-
souled gentleman. He was esteemed North and
South; the national lines of politics do not divide
the republic of letters; congenial spirits of this
enchanted realm mingle with perfect freedom, and
the spirit of sympathy and iraternal regard is a
characteristic of the‘‘Guild of the pen.” As illus
trating this feeling we hike pleasure in quoting
fro a a Utter written by George William Curtis,
editor ol Harpers magazines, to Mr. Charles W.
Hubner of this city, acknowledging as an intimate
friend of Bayard Taylor, Mr. Hubner's verses to his
memory, recently published in the Scxxy South:
‘I am very much obliged by your kindness and for
your verses upon Bayard Taylor. They are full of
generous feeling, and they show how true and
noble a soul it was that could com aand so warm a
tribute from a stranger. I have always thought
that the consciousness of a host of unknown
friends, attached by gratitude and sympathy alone,
must be one of the most precious rewards of literary
succ'sf." * * * * * From a letter of similar
import to Mr. Hubner, written by Oliver Wendell
Holmes: * * * “Such tokens, passing between
the pwo sections of the country, make us feel that
t is,and we trust is always to be, one in heart as in
ame." *
jhs
ana he had an interview
With a
firen pr o re- r hL 8 d^ WUh V** "uergy of an old He-
and M,fcv c . (J JL „?, ouuced the * eh «ral corruption,
tlie lano Wtt Z. U J7 £ f ca,amlti ““ that befell
The receut f «a" sed W the vices of individuals,
meet the wmu?!, °, f bt rcgt,ar machinery to
a fault ill the «yst^ ® hu " srj ’P rov ''.’ that there w
.. . . .'*-'1, and taking t,,fc fli i
immediate text., le .. * A 1 " 1 " ; IS .
was
,, . s his
. . .. , Pessed the necessity n ,
istrative reform. ,, . , . 'JJ auinm-
in lu» next post wiuehs
the governorship v Si ., A be na-
in looking into abiM-,„ in tlie v ...
”e held,
Theory ol Gossip.—We are often asked: “What
gossip?" we answer in a general way, that it is
talking of persons rather than things.
Nothing shows tlie paucity of ideas more than
thi s talking about the affairs of your neighbor. It
is not only malicious people who originate scandal,
it is narrow-minded people, ignorant, stupid peo
ple. Persons of culture and intelligence are not so
hard run for topics of conversation. They can
...n.i n.i.i «,.mst.hiTiur to sav about art. mereiuic,
fashion or society.
The moment people begin to talk of their neigh
bors—of persons rather than things—they are apt to
degenerate into scandal; for where one speaks of
the virtues of an acquaintance, a dozen expatiate
on his or her shortcomings.
And this brings us to speak of real culture, or
what we consider to be such, at least. A cultivated
person in the highest sense of the term, is not
merely one who can talk of books, pictures, and
other elevated subjects of human interest.
To be thoroughly cultivated, the heart, as well as
the intellect; should be refined and enlarged. Some
times we see women who, without, education, yet
having been born amiable are never guilty of
gossip.
Again, we see women, not naturally amiable,
whom education has taught to talk of things, not
of persons. The perfect woman in this respect, is
one who is both amiable and educated. But edu
cation does not always elevate people above the re
gions of gossip.
A really bad heart is always malicious. The best
advice we can give is the homely old adage: ‘‘Mind
your own business.”
When a person entertains you with spicy ridicule
of his or her friends, “showing up” their various
imperfections and weaknesses, take your hat
and go.
If you need any comfort, there will be sufficient
in tlie fact that you will undoubtedly furnish your
share of amusement to the next arrival. Seal
your ears to all such “confidences.”
Very few of us ever knew the whole truth about
anything concerning a neighbor; and to speak of
his or her conduct is usuailv to run the risk of be
ing unjust. Much less should we talk of the mo
tives of others. Very few of us know our own mo
tives, and to venture on discussing a neighbor’s
motives is always impertinent, and often a real
crime.
Getting; Married.—Every young girl,now-a days
expects to get a rich husband; and therefore rich
men ought to be abundant. In the country, we ad
mit that girls are sometimes brought up with an
idea ofwoik, and with a suspicion that each may
chance to wed a sober, steady, industrious, good-
looking young man, who will be compelled to earn
by severe labor the subsistence of himself and fam
ily. There are not so many brought up with such
ideas now even in the country, as there used to be;
but there are some, aud they consequently le.irn
how to become worthy helpmates to s-ch worthy
partners. But iu town it is differ* 01 - From the
highest to the lowest class iu life. ,he prevailing idea
with all is, that marriage to lift them at once,
above all necessity for ex* r t* on ; an< * even the ser
vant girl dresses and reasons as H she entertained a
•■oniantic confidence in her Cinderilla-like destiny
of marrying « nr i n ce, oi at least, of being fallen in
love with and married by some wealthy gentleman
if not by some nobleman iu disguise.
This is why so many young ruYn fear to marry.
The young women they meet With are imbued with
notions ot marriage so utterly incompatible with
indefati Klble the ordinary relations of life in their station; they
„ *|.„n ! ls -’ he ma-te ] are so wholly inexperienced in the economy of the
a tour through all theq ;ices wlthju hi£ jurisdiction i household; they have been taught, or taught them-
there was not a dist. t ’ -elves, such a “noble disdain” for all kinds of fani-
even among the mo,, ny industry; they have aquired such expectations
of lady-like ease and elegance in the matrimonial
Sun' D i that any one of them is to secure
. .mu? of domestic unhappiness, and pur-
th a1f *i,i l L e t ChedDess ’ Poverty, and despair.
-if ** fr* 1 j’ 8 wrong, and should be amended. Such
mi uotbeoome a sensible age nor a sensi-
k* e ,Pf?P!?‘ The present age is much too fast a one
!.i., every young woman be taught
!'X'fr°,!,! 1,5,, a ', d da tion s of marriage suitable
w,u not be 80 frequently
disappouitedj JShould she be fortunate and wed
, . . . ven among the most
dreary mountains, or in be most KC(Juestered val _
ley. which he did not visi. charioteers and sedan-
bearers were alike dispense. uh Whate
gage was needlul for bis wda , dual USe f
himself; for by going in tk manDei UQ
throughout his wide juriedietion. otl!d know
he would visit them, and both the^ lhordiuat
their clerks were kept In awe and f\ r as if an
perlal commissioner were hard upon,’i ie j r borders
Those, who were upon examination K
been unfaithful in carrying out the
adopted for the relief of the people who \ ere sul i er .
ing firom famine, he reported to the emp, ror J
begged they might be dismissed from office.' ’
near ooraers. >b()Ve that condition, she may readily learn the
^ind to have Vw duties becoming it, and wi i^ not hive been in-
r egulations be^ bj having possessed those fitting a station
Let her anticipate always a marriage with
1 he humbler walks of life-a Ild then, should
V e , n , to better her good fortune will -e
k delightful.
The Prize Poem—The Cop Awarded.—It
will be remembered that the prize of a handsome
silver cup was offered by the Mobi e News for tlie
best poem, expressive of Southern gratitude for
Northern aid during the pestilence. The prize has
been awarded to Miss Maria l,ou Eve of Augusta
Georgia, neice of the distinguished Dr. Paul Eve,
The committee of award (Father Ryan, Major
Croom and Mrs. Chaudron) report, that they
had great difficulty in deciding upon the merits of
the many poems it was their task to inspect. “A»iss
Eve’s poem, (says their published report,) though
rough in construction, was selected because of its
brevity, its directness, its spirit and force. There
wereothers of diction more suavejand polished, oth
ers ol nobler conception and richer versification,
but some’of the most able were too long for publica
tion in a newspaper, some were unequal in merit;
others rife with beautiful thoughts and imagery
but n£rred by false quantity, or introduction of
irrelevant matter. One poem presented a master
ly survey in blank verse of the political relations
of the sections, but it was the longest among them ”
Below we give tlie prize poem, “Conqnered at Last,’
which, while it is not an elaborate effort and bays no
claim to Imaginative power, has the energy o
of diction and the simple, forceful directness that
mark Miss Eve’s poems.
Conquered at East.
You came to us once, O brothers, in wrath
And rude desolation followed your path.
You conquered us then, bnt only’in part, ’
For a stubborn thing is tjie human heart.
So the mad wind blows in his might and main,
And the forests bend to his breath, like grain;
Their heads in the dust, and their branches
broke:
But how 6liall he soften their heart* of oak?
You swept o’er land like the whirlwind’s wing,
But the human heart is a stubborn tiling.
We laid down our arms, we yielded our will;
But our heart of hearts was nnconquered still.
“We are vanquished,” We said, "but our wounds
must heal;’’
We gave you our, swords, but our hearts were
steel.
“We are conquered,” we said, but our hearts
were sere,
And “woe to the conquered” on every door.
But the spoiler came, and he would not spare
The angel that walketh in darkness was there:—
He walked through the valley, walked thro’ the
street,
And he left the print of his fiery feet
In tlie dead,dead, dead, that were everywhere
And buried away with never a prayer.
From the desolate iand, from its very heart.
There went forth aery to the uttermost part:—
You heard it, O brothers!—With never a measure
You opened your hearts, and poured out your
treasure-
O! Sisters of Mercy, you gave above these!
For you helped, we know, on your bended knees.
Your pity was human, but oh! it was more,
When you shared our cross and our burden bore.
Your lives iu your hands, you stood by our side;
Your lives for our lives you laid down and died.
Ami no greater love hath a man to give,
Tliati to lay dowu his life that his friends may
live.
You poured iu our wounds the oil and the wine,
That you bioiight to us from a Hand PiviDe.
You conquered us brothers; oar swords we gave;
We yield now our hearts—iliey are all we have.
Our last ditch was there, aud it held out long;
It is yours. O friends! ami you'll find it strong.
Your love had a magic, diviner than art,
And “Conquered by Kindness” we'll write on
our heart.
Below, we publish the poem of Mrs. Bryan, the
length of which put it out of the question in the
WiftU&UyCtfiJLUlize.. It was reportedly the com-
the many that were sent.” Wl en sue
Mrs, Bryan did not know that length was an objec
tion and that brevity was so absolutely insisted on
by the Committee of award.
That part or the poem desdriptive of the horrors of
the plague, Is taken from the poem written and re
cited by Mrs. Bryan last Summer for the benefit ol
the Yellow Fever Sufferers and called, as she enti
tles this, Azrael and Evangel.
Azrncl and Evangel.
BY MARY E. BRYAN.
Progress, tlie Star-eyed Spirit that moves the world,
Standing on heights that overlooked a Laud,
Girt by tlie wide arms ofjtwo mighty 6eas,
Lamenting cried,
'‘Land of my latest hope,
To whe se young baud is given a torch to lead
I’he earth’s gray nations, aud whose rallying cry
Of freedom shakes the w orld, who hears afar
The prophecies of the years; and whose bold brow
Catches tlie glory of a Dawn, shall Doom
Stay your proud feet that seek the heights? The
Doom
That lurked in wait for elder lands and laid
A death-grasp on them, till they perished slow,
Aud desert sands drifted about their bones
Of deathless marble. Waits such doom for you,
The young and glorious?
Discords poison works
Within you now, shall slow paralysis, born
Of its baleful taint, sap even your giant strength
And make it weakness?
Wide your boundaries sweep
To the red sunset's rim: 11 - ok, aud lo!
Rises the smoke of mighty Industries,
The incens" of the many-templed creeds,
The breath ol Song, the fragrance of young Art,
Opening beneath-the sun of liberty',
And yet above all these I see a cloud
Hovering and threatening—swelling with the
breatli
Of vain discussion that but fans the fire
Of smouldering wrong and sows the seeds of hate.
A cloud that may enwomb a fateful bolt
Destined to rend in twain the uuity
That is your strength, your life.
Oh, for a force
Like the primeval Titans’ when they closed
The jaws of Earthquake, yawning to destroy
Thefeinfant world, that I may weld the Powers
That jar apart, and make this people great
In making it united, that one heart
Throb through its million veins.
It may not be
The'breach but widens With the years. Alas!”
So spoke the Vital Spirit that leads the world,
•Standing upon still heights, close to the sun,
G.:ziug on the young Land of opening hope—
Thelovliest lily of the sunset seas—
Seeing the worm at its root, moauing, “alas!”
Uutil a cloud, misty but yet a-glow,
As though it wrapped, electric fire, stooped
Aud touched the heights whereon the Spirit stood.
And thrilled her as with lightning’s subtle sword
Flashing into her deepest souse the words.
‘-Be still: the hand that holds the Universe
In golden balance, can adjust tiie thing
’ r hat troubles you. Lament not; wait and see.”
The Spirit stood rebuked and waiting. Lo!
While Sirius lit the heavens with baleful torch,
A pale mist floated from a tropic isle
Across a Southern sea—a mist that hid
A deadly embryo with its shroud—
Floated aud touched a shore where Summer reigned
A riotous queen; there, crouched in fostering shade
By sluggish waters, gloated on the laugh
Of happy life and hum of busy trade; .
Crouched till the time was ripe, then stealthy
crept
I*eueath the shadow of the hot, languid night.
And, veiled in the subile mist of flower-breath,
Went forth in hand with Death.
Dumbly it. walks,
This spectre of the night, this prisoner of
The Summer’s royal cup—this Death that comes,
All hid in bloom, as came the deadly asp
To the Egyptian queen. Stealthy her steps.
And men, wrapped in their dreums of love or gold.
Behold her not, although she glides within
Their doors, and sheds from her weird, jellow hand
The charm that shall work woe. Soon, soon it
works,
A whisper, like a serpent’s warning hiss,
Startles the city, a vague shadow falls
Upon the brightness of the Summer day.—
A. spell of fear broods on the Summer night—
Fear, that trade scoffs and pleasure laughs at, till
The mask drops utterly from the spectre's face.
The Horror stands revealed; men read their doom,
And shud lering, groan; “The Plague. Oh! God, the
Plague.”
While women fall upon their knees and clasp
Their darlings to their frenzied breasts a.,d cry
To tlie dread Presence—“ Spare them, tear them not
From these fond arms that hold them!”
Vain the prayer;
The desolation comes: the sunset’s pomp
Flames out unheeded: fruits and flowers drop
in the neglected gardens, stars shine out
Only to light the Pestilence to its work;
The laugh rings hollow, the voluptuous leer
Exph-es in terror on the paling lip.
with the danoe!” cries Pleasure; “let the waltz
Wind out its gayest measure.” And the sound
Of midnight hammers on the coffin lid.
Rings hollow answer, and the dancers start,
And, turning, see a guest they had not bid.
“Sleep, baby, sleep,
Watch by your couch I keep.”
■Sings the young mother to her cradled babe
While twilight brims the Jasmine’s cup with dew.
But while she sings, one watches her unseen
And smiles In ghastly triumph as she lays
A blighting fiuger on the dimpled cheek.
Hushed are the sounds of traffic; In the street
Death's trade alone is busy; the swift hearse—
The rumbling death-cart fill tlie day with gloom.
How fast the dead do ride!” the idiot cries,
The starving parrot, forgotten in his cage—
His owner dead—takes up the ghastly cry
‘The Dead—how fast they ride!" he screams—aud
laughs.
Ah! in the hovels of the helpless poor
What untold horrors reign! Tlie uucoffined dead,
The moaning dying; tlie starving babe
fearing the vesture from it's dead mother's breast
To seek the fount of mother's nourishment,
Long dried by death.
It is Death's Festival,
The plague is queen, tlie Pestilence reigns supreme.
She stre ches out her livid, fleshless arm
And cries: *‘I am supreme! Lo! iu my train.
Come my attendants: writhing Pain, Despair.
G-iunt Famine, trembling Fear, to pity deaf,
Aud lastly Death, the grim, tlie terrible;
These are my miujons. We have driven back
All Spirits that aid and minister to man.
Commerce has furled her sails before my breath,
Pleasure lias dropped her wreath and cymbal down
Aud fled affrighted; with her Hope and Love.
All, ail have fled, aud man is given to me
To rack aud torture.
Ha! who ventures here?”
>ioom, comes one—as fair as
For, through the
giand
As seraphs, that trail their spotless robes across
The bridge of asphodels, that spaus the gulf
‘Twixt heaven and earth, to welcome much-tried
souls
- K, ~— '—to bliss—so lair, so kind comes 6hc—
Counts nothing common or unclean, asks not
if those she aids be friend or stranger, lord
Or beggar, pours her chrism upon the low,
Dark lintel of the poor as on the court
That eilken raiment sweeps. She comes
On her grand mission, shrinking not, though graves
Uncounted, gape in ghastly warning, though
The shuddering flesh reeoils: still, still she brings
Her blessed message from tlie ou ter world,
Sweet even lo the dying. “Ye are not
Abandoned: Man lias not forgotten to l'eel
For man his brother. Death has girt yon round
With dread as with a wall of fire, but Love.
Divinest Charity breaks through aud brings
Succor and soothing, help and sympathy,
Food, care and pity, the kind hand, the tear.
The voice whose thrill tells that the electric chord !
Of brotherhood still throbsirom man to man.
Oh! noble message, Oil! heroic souls,
Bravers of danger, horror and fatigue
That would appal tlie stoutest warrior's heart
While ye stood firm, and tlirougli long days an
nights
Filled up with horroryaged your silent war
With the grim fiend, w, 0 se yellow flag flared out
And mocked tliesunshin,. This is heroism
This shames the laurels vnnon bloody fields
No laurels here, no blare (^trumpets, n..
Wild beat of drum, no leaoVs thrilling cry;
“On; giory waits lor you! ’, -b hope of fame
To cheer these silent heroes, Vse brav„ . ou >s
Who fought to save, while wa\ors fitht to slay.
And yet the hand that held the\joUii cup
To the parched lip is braver thaathe*m
That weilds the deadliest sword iu bttl e . Aye,
The tear that falls from pitying eyes* more
Than flaming shot hurled from thelfinon’sthroat
To plow destruction through the ctSiug ranks.
Oh! heroes of the Plague's dark bat £ found,
Grapplers with the unseen foe; of e who bade
Your steam-winged messengers 8ek our deadly I
shores J ‘
Freighted with help; not all wff OUr e.'inie.
Across our pluins had gone th Jllruri1 ' word,
“ We gi ve all we can spare;” b the groan
“Alas! alas,’tis not eno igh; ci*
Aud famine feed upon us: gi f e 11
Like Ishmael in the desert, faint aud worn,
While Isaac sat within the teutand ate,
And drank, aud mocked. No Isaac now ye seem
The angel rather, that to Ishmael, prone
in the sad desert of doom, brought bread and oil;
The bread that fed the people's failing strength,
Wasted by want, the oil of sympathy
That overflowed the cup in which twas poured
And healed a Nation’s wound. Blessed bread and
oil
That Mercy brought, nor dreamed the double
She wrought in bringing, for the troubled waves
Sink to sweet peace; peace chimes in every breast
And Love has knit a grateful people’s hearts
More elosely than would bands of iron laws.
From her still heights, close to the bending heavens,
The Spirit saw, and hergrandjfeatures caught
The glory of the peace that spanned her realm.
“Oh! Hand,” she cried, “that holds in equipoise
The many-sphered LTnlverse, Thou hast ways
Past all predicting. What the storm of words.
The whirlwind of debate had failed to do.
The still, small voice hath done. From out the
wild,
Wet deluge sprung the Irredescentbow;
From night spring stars; from Ihe decaying mould
Blooms the red wonder of the rose: from death
And woe spring Peace, whose shining eyes
Renew my strengh. Oh! Love, oh! Charity.”
Well said He, thou wert greatest!
Sleep ye Dead,
Sleep calm by western waters; not in vain
Ye died, your Land is one at last; One heart
Pulses throughout its million veins.’'
One heart!
The dead Year, ere he passed into the shades,
Had thrilled the soul of History with the words;
The New Year takes them warm from the lips of
Fame
And from them casts the mould of nobler deeds
And acts of broader good and high emprize.
The New Year conies to us, Dot drunk with mirth
Nor stolid with forgetfulness, but calm.
With eyes that hold tlie shadow of memories,
Y'et catch the light of hope, that broadens now;
Hope, born of such a Deed as this, that springs—
An angel from the sepulchre of death —
To stand upon the holiest heights of faith,
And call down to Ua that the Dawn will come—
Dawn of that brighter day, when Love shall be
Theone law oftlie nations; Leve shall bind
All men in one grand brotherhood, to help,
To cheer, to bear each other's burdens, till
The wide world blossoms with united toil,
And Want and.Sin skulk to the narrow lair
Of vanquished Ignorance.
Oil! that day will dawn
I see it glimmer in tlie silver ray
Of Charity, that pierced Grenada's gloom.
And Memphis’ horror and thefearful pall
That darkened fair Orleans; l see and hop*.
The Silver-Throated Christine as a Wife.
A Paris letter gives a glimpse at the domestic life ol
Mile Nilsson, and shows tlie wife blessed, but the
artist restless and unhappy.
Mile. Nilsson, the great singer (songstress if you
like, - is passing tlie winter iu Paris. She is iu per
fect bodily health, and she is dying—of ennui. Her
husband, M. Rouzeaud, willjaot let her sing. She
looks terribly careworn, not to say old, and tlie light
is going out of those peculiarly luminous eyes. M.
Rouzeaud is a quite different man from the Marquis
deCaux. He is only a stock broker in a large way
of business and so lie can afford without any loss of
dignity to earn his own living and not to make a
show of his wife. It is laudable as far as it goes, but
it condemns the poor girl to a life of what for her
must be almost conventual seclusion after the glo
ries of a supremely successful public career. She is
oneof the best of women in every way, butlifeseema
tasteless to her without the triumphs of the scene*
ciety with the public, to say nothing of her broth^
and sister singers-tbe brothers espe^eial.y His
for want of trying. He has again and again fo Und
it impossible to sit quietly in his box and enjoy the
spectacle of another maffat her feet, though kLw for
him to be there only in a “fair-seeming show” of
passion. The Caux creature also used sometimes to
Lave his box and court toe money in his till Rou
zeaud, I may add, Is s. afraid of the i mm,, . U
interested affection bat he has given up e^ry^pT
cues of mild gambling and betting i es t it shoi.m P |
supposed that he w^s playing with his wife’s money!
You..*: !*.»» You're W„ n fe«, I-Uuder
above heading y iadv writes as follows:
A woman wsntsyon. Don’t forget her
ter if you arrpoor. Don’t wait to be richer” 1 * 1 '
do, ten to on* if you are fit to be married Ma^ry
* —lln t nor.G L
mark, youi
the
No mat-
while youae yoxng, aud struggle up together?
lig man. the woman don’t want „
she is to divide her auctions with a ci*„ r SDi f.° U U
or whisky jug. Neither d „e s want v’mf r ° n
don’t tuke care of her, and the “mtil ~° U
thoughts,” which aref>retty sure to follow x Uf ’ er
does she want you imply because you „r eJther
the definition of whlh is too apt to he ^ 'V &n ’
that wears bifurcajp garments on his l a '! ilnal
a quarter section oist«vepip e on bis i, 0 "^ ,i,nb3 ’
like a pirate, andl^iven to filthy p ra eti ’ S "’ ears
ally. She waut^T ufora companion a ill? frener_
she wants you |P ave learned to ree-uh.t lpniHte —
petite and par ,l,s >' * n short, the Im,,,, 6 ^° Ur ap ~
not in tlie likb ss of a b east. If yon r ,f 6 ,° f God >
a good purpe’ firm ln resistance to evil Stron ® iu
thought aiT ctlon . a « you require her LT™
without y 1111 ward purity neither b<? ’ and
for husb * and wj fe; if you fove virtue &re fit
vice; if. /U ar e gentlemanly, forbearing dabllor
loud-t ‘ Ing and brutal young man n T** “ 0t a
want • >ou: tilat modest, fair cbeeVr ^ W ° man
Joo .‘g. fresh spoken woman, 'J?? ’
yo idea of maiden and wife r t{ . au > who fills
.—marry her when you like whe the "u° " ants
poor! we'll trust you both 0^1 [ lsri ch
<tion, Without any further security^ ab ° Ve Coudl -
Co-operallonof <h*. Wife v
Z? u,s ««• «■-»>i
Oh! helpers, brothers, N<
Your brows more coldly
And help came swift and ^ , „
*'t of oar cliw?
suns had *'«e<l
! t cold ye hearts.
—. rang t -deet
Oh! warm and generou^ e Ja , 6 Where e’er
Our cry for succor. TlJf e y. aJ appeal.
The trembling wires aswei, Northern
The Northern lieart^^ '
hand ^^raiusof ht"e U]
Flashed out with a'Jl o’eriiowingti:
urse.
till: 0
A
small.
aioney-pvin^r '
they {
From scanty sl<
From the pale
hoard
A:: from tlie Cot!
A re these t.heJ
cramped;their native T
Hard us the gJTby the key of* e
Only to be ul vv ;tli sts ° iU '
Warped toisiony o
No more toJndmk stamps
This geneijfj s kies all
Of pity w i-tT
, la bors withan;ndrS l iSi eaVO f S ‘-uras
" nee will no resort to his morc’tmnn " h ' U con '
l °' er laDd - sail overseas, meet dim S6 ’ ° r faMl >
counter danger, if he knows that i,„? CUty ’ and en-
Ws strength in vain, but that hi s \ai 1S UOt speuti mg
f warded by the sweets of home- £ w, » re!
appointment enter the history of ,!? Ude an d dis-
b it an assooi.bJ^^ J ' ( ' > ''’ / deU for his Vov ?^ man ’“ Ufe,
months'f darkness anTd■ WhUo f 0fluds
part-* i» Prepared ^ <hstres « bis
.S*'- ««n„er — ‘^1^
/ f<>r his w,.,wi„_,. a iarge ba mi. „" e,at 'gabl B „
, his Wonde r l fnn, ! r rge batch'of orA Cigab, « Worfc st
said w— “«> / Icon^^Padsian^^emal/
tJles e tears
gTulers—they we, and speak
The nat^ in t r icate>hrtor th e Lixyf
And tu^ w ide-soundi»eir VoJce
Throur eople . we haP, We said
To %dtous. “TheS’heir theJr
To th jid to US. “Ther-’h,
. fc," »*-"<
Tu| ,
F ,*ted
at time* Ik
ay years
0 seenied
Iu regions where ~—
he shipment of when* r
ted States for the ten m aU p °rts of the LT(1 ,
(amounted to ^ding October *
I « *mp7e t t U e r wnTnf° h v l m ber Jj/ a ' Ueda t Sm,^^
i^ssss sa aggsg ass?
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