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JOH\ H. HEAIA Editor and P r ®P p J* t ®' , 1I Wm. B. NEALS. Proprietor and t or. Editor. MRS. MARY E. BRYAX, (*) Associate Editor ATLANTA, GEORGIA, APRIL. 5, 1879. SPICIIL imilltEIIITI Iti Dress “ “Seney Soulti." NEW MAKE VP, NEW TYPE, NEW PAPER. AND SEIGHTEY_ENEAROED. HUNDREDS OF NEW SUBSCRIBERS COM- INO IN, AND GRAND IMPROVE- rents; to be made in the PAPER WITH THE BE GINNING OF The FIFTH Volume. We are eow receiving new material from New York, Cincinnati and Philadelphia, in which we shall very soon array ‘our Sunny South,' and S9nd it forth with new life and new beanty. Nearly five years ago it made its first appear ance without money or friends to back it in the midst of the increasing financial troubles of the South and in a little while had taken such hold tip on the popular sympathies of the great Southern heart that notwithstanding the finan cial embarrassments of the people, the patronage which it received was far beyond anything ever known in the history of Southern journalism. Since then the financial distress has not only continued, but has increased with each succeeding year, but the people have never for gotten The Sunny South. Thousands have been unable to continue their support for lack of means, but other thousands have supplied their places and it still lives and will soon put on new robes and ENLARGE ITS MARGINS. And when that is done we shall lay siege to ev ery household in this broad land until The Sunny South is admitted and recognized as a regular member of the family oirole. NEW SUBSCRIBERS. From Maine to Florida and from California to Louisiana we have most cheating words and no •aper has ever had a more- xpmising Ve have recently added to- lt> regular listsl of ubstantial and intelligent patrons thirty-two tames from Augusta, Ark. ; forty-one from iatesville, Ark.; thirty-eight from Hot Springs, irk.; sixteen from Fort Smith, Ark.; fifty-eight rom Little Rook, Ark.; twenty-three from New- >ort, Ark.; forty-four from Searoy, Ark.; twen- y-eight from Gadsden, Ala.; twenty-nine from Birmingham, Ala.; eleven from Eutaw, Ala.; dneteen from Meridian, Miss.; fifty from Jack- on, Miss.; fourteen from West Point, Miss.; ighteen from Aberdeen, Miss. ; twenty—three rom Columbus, Miss.; thirteen from Okolona, lies. ; sixteen from Macon, Miss. ; seventeen rom Iuka, Miss.: one hundred and two from lobile, Ala.; twelve from Tuscaloosa, Ala.; and undreds of smaller lie's from other sections of be South. We are securing good men to rep- esent the paper in every community and very oon it will be recognized everywhere as the reat national family paper of the South. 100,000 CIRCULATION. When we have run the circulation up to one undred thousand regular subscribers we si:all sei like our work is then fairly begun. But re must have the assistance of every one who alnes Southern literature, pluok and enter- rise. jr-e-Lo ok out for the new paper. future. Stupid Beaux.—A young lady writing to the Home Journal complains of the poverty of the av erage young man as regards conversation. She says when one comes calmly to con over the conversa tion that has taken place between you and most of the men you have happened to meet for the last few months (and, worst of all; are likely to go on meet ing for the next lew months, and perhaps—who know*?—for years,) why the conclusiou one comes to is that men are stupid, that they either won’t exert themselves to talk intelligibly when they meet an intelligent girl, or that they have come some time ago to the happy conclusion that all girls are next door to idiotic. Society must surely be a shocking bore to these poor men; and If we may Judge from the worn and weary expression generally to be seen on the countenance of a man who goes out much; it is a bore to him. I grant that some girls are stupid and very uninteresting; but my complaint is, that when girls are nice, intelli gent, and full of cleverness, men are so lazy, or so blind, or so stupid, that they will not behave to them like beings endowed with the ordinary amount of brains. We girls are always being asked why we don’t do as our ancestors did before—viz*: marry the first man that asks us; we say the world has ad vanced, and we have advanced, and we could not live with a husband with whom we have no com panionship, and then we go on to think of the men we have met, and that we may be said to know, and the reflection only makes us more determined to wait till we are old and gray, rather than link ourselves to a man who is no sort of companion to us, and will never appreciate any of the qualities that make us dear to a large circle of friends who have taken the trouble to talk to us, and to know us. I am not a clever girl nor a blue-stocking, nor anything approaching it, but only a girl who has a heart aud a mind, and who is very anxious that the other sex, if they do possess such qualities, would not endeavor to conceal them, and would try to find out the conversational powers of the girls they meet in society. Lester Wallack, has renewed his lease of Wal- lack’s Theatre, for five years from the close of the “Bongs of Italy.”—Concerning Joaquin Miller’s new book, ‘’Songs of Italy.” Appleton’s Journal says: ‘ Less than almost any poet we can recall who possessed the genuine gift of song. Mr. Joaquin Miller has exhibited what is called growth or devel opment. Jv his first-published book, ‘Songs of the Sierras:’ will still be found his best, most original, and most characteristic work; but, in spite of much inferior verse produced since then, his ‘gongs of Italy’ show that there has been no material declen sion of faculty. Nor, it must be admitted, has he lost or abandoned that ‘native wood-note wild’ which first won him admirers. It was feared and predicted that the culture, the civilization, and the rigid conventions of the Old World would oppress and Warp even if they did not paralyze his genius, and that the would lose that unique and original flavor which gave piquancy to his first outburst of song. But the apprehension was groundless. Mr. Miller has remained as insensible to European ‘cul ture’ as when amid the woods of Oregon he caught the first gleams of the sacred fire; and to this day he has infinitely greater faith in his own spontane ous impulses, and insights than in all the “creeds outworn’ and habits and standards alien to his sympathies. The chief difference we observe between these later lyrics and the first wild songs is that the mal ady of thought has coma upon the poet—love and the delights of the senses are no longer sufficient unto the passing day, and the time old problems of the whence and the why begin to trouble and arrest the headtong ardor of the passions. We take it that it is a great misfortune for Mr. Miller that he was born in an age when a poet is expected to be a thinker and a moralist as well as a singer. What he enjoys and what he Is adapted lor is the free, unfettered, fervid, and rapturous expression of the primitive natural feelings and instincts; but he, no more than the rest of us, can escape the travail of the time, and we perceive more trequently in these •Songs of Italy’ than in any previous work that note of doubt, of inquiry, ol the questioning of fate, Which is said to distinguish and characterize mod ern poetry. Even here, however, it is not very ob trusive. II not with the old, unconscious abandon yet with the deliberateness of a fixed preference^ Mr. Miller turns to the sensuous side of things, and he contemplates Italy as objectively, with as little complexity of emotion, as if it were a virgin land and he its first discoverer. That meditative, retro spective vision which caused Byron to see in Rome, not a decaying and beggar-infested city, but ’a Ni- obe of na;ions,’ ‘lone mother of dead empires,’ sit ting ‘childless and crownless in her voiceless woe,’ Mr. Miller is utterly oblivious to. There is scarcely a word to show that he is even conscious that Italy has a past—that there are any associations connect ed with her, or anything to which it is worth while to direct attention, except her blaud climate, her clear skies, her wooing zephyrs, and the passionate picturesque life of her present-day people. For this reason ‘Songs of Italy’ Is unique among books of its kind. It is a complete departure iro.n the beaten track, and might more appropriately, one would think, have been written by the first poet who ever descended upon Italy rathtr than the last. To judge from his poems, the only place in Italy that profoundly touched Mr. Miller's sympathies and kindled his imagination was Venice. Rome seems to have oppressed and rep' lied him, chiefly perhaps because he found himself unable to respond to the kind of demand usually made upon the knowledge and feelings of the visitor. Venice alone threw a spell over him; and he returns again and again to her lagoons and canals, her sea-surrounded palaces, her soothing, seductive life, and the lion of St. Mark perched aloft upon its column. The latter is the subject of no less than six different poems, and in the prose prelude to one of them the author declares it to be ‘the most simple and sublime thing in the world.’ Most of the other poems are but the ex pression of some personal mood, with nothing tq localize them except the date. Decidedly ihe finest poein in the collection is the one entitled “Vale.” In it the author gives passion ate expression to his discontent with what life has brought him, with the lack of appreciation he has met, with the barrenness of the world and the cold ness of men. He even intimates a resolution to sing no more: “My hand it is weary, and my harp unstrung; And where is the good that I pipe or sing, Fashion new notes, or shape anything? The songs of my rivers remain unsung Henceforward for me.” This will no doubt prove like many others a tran sient mood. Mr. Miller sang in the beginning, as he says, because he could not help it; and the same imperious necessity will compel him in the future as in the past to seek solace in “this doubtful, sad gift of verse.” Jefferson as a Fiddler.—Thomas Jefferson used to solace himself, amid the arduous labors of the legal profession and the cares of State, with the violin, on which he was an excellent performer At one period of his life, when he was a member of the Continental Congress, and at the same time the foremost lawyer and statesman of his own State, he used to practice three hours a day on his favorite in strument, under the tutelage oi the famous Italian violinist. Alberti. This, with the laying out of bis grounds at Monticello, in which he took such fond pride, constituted his only relaxation from the weighty duties and responsibilities which hie ad miring and trusting countrymen so persevered in bestowing upon him. Far into the night the mel low tones of his beloved violin floated from the heights of Monticello, or from the old “Apollo” tavern, where he and Patrick Henry and a few choice companions used to meet for social cheer and affectionate fellowship; and the spirits of each and all were enlightened, soothed, and elevated by the sweet, pure charms of music. There is something rather amusing,, yet at the same time inexpressibly pleasing, in the thought of the author of the sublime “Declaration of Inde pendence" wooing rest and refreshment from so common an instrument as the fiddle; but if the slatesmen of our day could fiddle themselves into any such lofty civic virtues, as characterized Jeffer son and many of his compeers, the people of these United States might hold their heads higher with pride r f country In these days than we tear they are able now to do. Charity in Words.—Charity is not confined to deeds. If you speak a kind word to the poor soul that has been crushed by cruelty and coldness, you perform a charitable act, and will receive your re ward. As you sit in your cozy office, or in your comfortable home, conscious of the many blessings heaven has permitted you to enjoy, how can you utter a cold or cross word to those who are less for tunate than yourself? yet you will do it. A man in seedy garments, or perhaps in rags, will step in and beg you to give him employment, by which to keep himself and family from starvation. You look up at him with an imperious lrown—you say “No!” in your sharpest tone, and refuse to exchange another word with him. This is cruelty. You make the poor fellow feel like a dog. with everybody fora master. Why could you not speak kindly to him ? —even courteously, as you would to a prince? You would only have been doing your duty, for is he not your equal in everything except the accumula tion of dollars? He is none the less a gentleman because he wears ragged clothes; and even though it were impossible to give him employment, a kind word would have done much to alleviate the sting 01 his disappointment. Squandering; at Washington.—Members of Congress can afford to be liberal when it costs them nothing, and they are unquestionably very liberal in voting Uncle Sam's money to whomsoever it may please them. In the closing hours of the for ty-fifth Congress the following resolution was adopt ed by both houses: “Resolved, That the Secretary of the Senate and the Clerk of the House of Representatives are here by authorized and directed to pay the committee clerks, pages, messengers and other employees of the House, who do not receive annual salaries, tlielr present rate of compensation, respectively, for thir ty days from the date ol the adjournment of this Congress, and the money required to pay the same is hereby appropriated out of any moneys in the Treasury not otherwise appropriated, and shall be immediately available. Further, the provisions in this resolution shall apply to persons holding their respective positions the day of its approval.” It will be observed that these favored employees of Congress are not expected to render any service whatever for the money thus voted them. This act of liberality is not put upon the ground that these employees had been hard worked and poorly paid. The clerks of committees in the Senate receive six dollars a day, the pages two dollars and a half a day, and the other employees equally good wages. We presume that the same charac er of service is paid equally as liberal by the House of Representatives- Here are employees who are well paid for compara tively light service, aud yet they are to be given a month’s extra pay because the money does not come out ofthe pockets of those voting it. Is it any wonder that the expenses of the government are enormous, and growing year by year when such recklessness characterizes those who are placed in power that they may hold a check upon the purse strings of the nation? Members of Congress can afford to be liberal, bnt the tax-payers have to foot the bills. _ - A contemporary' who has been looking into the expenses ol the Senate, gives some insight into the lordly way the money of the people is expended- “The purchases,” he says, “have a style of niagni. tude: tape by the thousand spools, bottles of muci* lage by the gross, cologne water by the gallon* though, to be sure, the quantity used might have justified purchase by the barrel; while on a single day fourteen dozen glass inkstands were s. pplied, thus giving color to the idea that each session is wound up by a playful smashing of all inkstands not already destroyed. The purchase of a half a gallon of castor oil was requH’S! for the Senate on the day before Hayes was counted in ; yet a little more had to be got soon after. On one day we find purchases of 2 tables, at $225 each; 24 chairs, at JIM each; 2 desks, at $175 each ; 2revolving bookcases, $196’; 2 liat stands $96; 2 pedestals, $S0; 2 lounges, $136; while linen cov ers for the said tables and desks cost 836. These items went to two committees alone. On the same day anothertable was supplied at $225; still another at$200; and yet another at $175. Cleaning and pol ishing the desks and chairs in the Senate chamber, and covering two tables with cloth, cost $570. But this, of course, did not include cleaning and oiling the casters, which cost $25; nor adding six new cas ters to chairs, which cost $18 ; while varnishing up the committee room, chairs and desks was of course, extra-$t27. But there aie other chairs, and there are railings in corridors; and polishing these costs 3199. There is also a clock casein the corridor, a washstand in W. Almon Wheeler's room, and some other furniture on which varnish can be rubbed, and these made another polishing bill of $159. The general readeris quite prepared to believe that American Senators while away their leisure in scraping the varnish off their chairs with their knives, aud off their desks with their boot lieels.as represented by early English tourists. But the pol ishing item is a trifle; a more strikiug one is the repairing of the Senate’s furniture. The items for this purpose occupy dozens of pages, and the skil; with which every individual new knob is put in a liue lo be paid for, and thedri ving of each separate nail consldiites-.a with its separate price. Is extraordidary. jlusion is Irresistible that Senators find their chief relaxation in smashing or defaciug furniture. One is struck also by the dex terity of Senators in breaking locks and their facility in losing keys. There seem to have been upward o* 200 locks that needed picking, repairing or replacing in a singteyear, while upward of 500 keys had to be supplied.” It would seem from these revelations that almost every one who doesany kind of work or service for the government charges just as high a price as his conscience will let him, “and then shuts his eyes and doubts it.” Meu are guilty of this who would regard it as a swindle in others if they had to foot the bills. A Poet’s Compliment.—Mrs. Browning calls the poets “God’s best truth-tellers.” Truth-telling •s commonly thought to be incompatible with the paying of compliments, in which delicate art the poets excel, but the explanation is that the poet's vision, heightened by imagination, perceives subtle beauties that escape the common eye. So the poet's compliments need not beliattery because they seem so. Hogg’s (tiie Ettrick Shepherd's) naive compli ment to the poetess, Miss London, is well known- Hogg had criticised her poems in Blackwood rather severely. Afterwards, he met her in London for the first time—a delicate, sylplilike creature with a sensitive face and wonderful eyes. With his criti cism fresh in mind, the little lady looked coldly on tiie author of KilmeunyandtiueenHynde;but,IIogg taking her hand looked in her face with bis blue, child-like eyes and murmured in his Scotch patois, “I did na’ think you had been sae bonny.” That made his peace better than any a long-cogi tated and elaborate apology. L. E. L. smiled for givingly, and they were good friends afterwards. It is a difficult and delicate thing to compliment a lady of uncertain age—an “old maid” as she is called. But the poets have compassed it success fully. The prettiest compliment to the “ungath ered rose” on the family tree was paid by an Italian poet, who, comparing the lady to an apple still blushing on the topmost bough while the rest of the fruit has been gathered, says: “Abbandonata? No—manon riggiuDta,” which translated signifies “that the one remains on the tree and the other in single blessedness, not because they were neglected, but because.they could not be reached.” * Photographic artists are proverbially susceptible. One, named Hyerly, was arrested at Oak Grove Missouri, the other day, when about to marry a la dy of that place. He had already four living wives, from none ol whom had he any legal separation. An Actress’ View of the Chinese Puzzle.— Don Piatt, who expressed himself strongly in favor of the “Chinese Bill” discouraging the emigration of Chinamen into California, publishes a long letter from Clara Morris, the actress, who is now in San Francisco, thanking him for his course, and saying that it has produced a revolution in the feelings of Californians for him—the Don. Whereas, they bated him cordially before, they now love and rev erence him—according to Miss Morris. Mr. Piatt puts forward Miss Morris’ opinion on the Chinese question as one entitled to profound consideration, as she is, so he says, “the cleverest woman of her age.” Miss Morris, unlike Joaquin Miller, takes the side against the mild-eyed celes tials, insisting that the pathetic aspect in which they have been shown by Bret Harte has created for them an interest and pity as undue and as harmful as that produced for the negro by Mrs. Stowe. Great wrong, so she believes, has been done to the inter ests of California by this false picture of the China man as a simple, inoffensive, deft, industrious, fru gal and cleanly little fellow, cruelly persecuted and brow-beaten by native hoodlums and lazy working men, who are enraged because the Chinaman, with his economical habits, can work for less wages than he, with his liquor and bacon and tobacco, can afford to do. No one at a distance can fully com prehend the situation in California, contends Miss Morris. To appreciate it one must live there and see how the influx of Chinese is ruining the pros' perity and destroying the morality of the country’ j and fast inaugurating a bloody uprisal among the lesser classes. Miss Morris is moved into depicting California as an Andromeda, chained and helpless before the Chinese dragon, waiting for the deliver ing Perseus, who “cometh net, she said,” when news of Mr. Hayes’ veto was wafted to her. The Chinamen have monopolized the small trades sajs Miss Morris. There lies the trouble. “They do tin-work; they run sewing-ma chines; they make shoes; they are rag-pickers, gar deners, pc rters, barbers, bakers, photographers as sistants—oh, well, they do everything. A tin smith had a store in one of the smaller streets. His bus iness was thriving. He thought he would indulge in cheap labor. He took in a couple of Chinamqn; they learned the trade; and then secretly taught it to some of their friends, who clubbed together and started a small tin shop in the same block, where they undersold him clean out of the business. When they get possession of a trade they employ only their own people. Day before yesterday I bought an article of underwear,and I expressed some surprise of the small cost. “O, yes,” answered the saleswoman, “last winter that would have cost sev enty-five cents more, but we employ Chinamen now.” “And what has become of the girls yon for merly employed?” “Well, a few of them found their way into the ballet of some .of the small thea ters, I have been told, and some, I am very sorry to say, did worse—g^ne wrong, in fact. And so it goes.’ Perhaps if the American workmen wou'd drop all expenbive indulgences and live frugally like the Chinaman, he might contend with him more suc cessfully for employment on the plane of lower wages. The high prices paid in earlier days for work in California was something that could not continue. But its traditional effect upon the labor ing men has been bad. They will have to conform to the changed order of things; give up Kearney and commune, lotteries, gaming and whisky, and instead of herding in the streets to mob and abuse the Chinaman, learn not to copy his vices, but to engraft his industry, economy and perseverance upon their sturdier moral and physical fibre. In this way the danger to California may be averted with out legislation. That there is danger is admitted by all who are familiar with the situation in Cali - fornia, but the danger is greatly exaggerated by in terested office-seekers and inflamed by ignorant and short-sighted leaders. * Mrs. J. R. Gregory, whose portraits are attracting so much attention, has removed her studio to pleas ant and convenient rooms upon Broad Street—cor ner of Alabama, where she is busy with brush and pencil, filling orders for pictures in water colors, crayons and oils. She has j jst completed, in differ ent styles, life-like portraits of Mrs. Rhodes Hill, of this city, and of Mrs. Kendrick—the latter taken from a small photograph, but giving perfect satis faction to the friends and relatives of the deceased lady. Mrs. Gregory’s work in German and Coute crayon shows great care and study, and her painting in water-colors upon canvass, (a new and durable style) is beautifully delicate and true. As an art teacher she is conscientious and painstaking, as shown by the specimens of her pupils’ work in free hand drawing that may be seen in her rooms; nota bly those drawings by Eugene Crichton—son of Dr. Crichton of this city, which give evidence of Mrs. Gregory's careful instruction in anatomy and shad- PRESS UTTERANCES. What the types of the Country are saying. The Minneapolis Tribune says “the Grant move ment is red hot.” So are the General's coppers, The German p-.pwrs speak of a societyDeomposed of France, Germany and England for the ji evention of cruelty to Greece. The Boston Post makes these entries for the great American sweepstake pedestrian match: Henry* Ward Beecher, De Witt Talmage, Bill Chandler, Eli Perkins, R. B. Hayes, and Secor Robeson—the six greatest frauds in the country—the start from Sandy Hook, and the course straightaway to Nobody cares- amilldamwliere. Grant has stood where Moses stood to view the promised land, but it is as uncertain as the forty- acres of promised land to the darky; and like it is a promise of tiie Republicans. “There is not any patent out yet for that promised land Grant,” says the N. Y. Sunday Times. The Fremont Journal says the Democrats keep ing the Republicans in Washington without any appropriations will be like the man standing all night on the corner, trying to freeze his dog to death; the man got colder than the dog. The New Orleans Times says tiie constitutional convention of California has ended in failure, as such conventions always do. It was in session 157 days, cost the State $150,000 more than was appro priated, and completed a constitution which the people of the State never will adopt. The delegates generally were ineompeleut. “We hate to tell it," says the Carroll County (Ga.) Times, but it’s an actual fact that hay is brought from Indiana and sold in this market. And yet our farmers spend all tiie summer in trying to destroy the grass, so vigorous is it in this soil and climate. Brown, the editor of the Round Rock Headlight, one of the lumiuous journals of Texas, is on the rampage. He says that the knock-kneed, pigeon- toed, box-aukled, cross-eyed: near-sighted, tow- lieaded, double-and-twisted son-of-a-gun who said that Taylorsville caught fire “from his red hair,” is a liar—ana we can “lick” him or any other man! The Bay City, Mich., News says that two young Germans and their wives live in a dense forest thirty-two miles front Olsego Lake and twenty miles lrom any other habitation. They appear to be rich and refined, have pianos, marble-topped tables, etc., in their houses, and they live like re tired princes. They get their money by express from Germany. Why they live thus no one ap pears to know—nor is it anybody’s business, for that matter, so long as they behave themselves. The Columbus Times mentions having received a visit from a colored man, a resident of Talbot coun ty, who reports himself to be seventy-eight years old. He has had four wives and thirty-two chil dren. Of this number thirty are now living, the youngest of which is now just able to sit alone. His present wife is a young woman, and the man himself appears sufficiently saucy to be looking about to see who shall be his next wife. Says the Jacksonville Union: Mr. Geise, formerly of G.orgla, now living in St. John’s county, near Picotala. began J une 1,1878, to plantan orange grove. He purchased some thirty-six trees from twenty- five to thirty-five years old, paying fifteen dollars per tree. He carted them from four to eight miles and replanted tbem losing only two. In Novem ber last he sold six thousand oranges. Tbe Inter Ocean, the most rabid of Radical sheets, takes this view ofthe present situation at the Capi tol: “The slouch hats predominate in Washington now, and the manners of the plantation prevail on the avenue. All that is needed Is a slave-pen under the shadow of the Capitol, and a gang of chained chattels draging Its weary way along Pennsylvania avenue, to complete the picture of good old Demo cratic times.” There is much street gossip In New York concern ing the assault that is supposed will be made npon “Tammany.” The city coroners and police commissioners are to be ejected and the heeds of other departments generally to be removed. So runs the suppositious programme. It is said to be mapped out by Tilden as a prelude to the campaign of 1880 Kelly, the Tammany chief, thinks it is labor lost and that Tilden, though he is sure to be in the field for the Presidential nomination, will stand no chance at all. He says the feeling is constantly growing that Uncle Sammy is not the man for tha hour There has been a decided reaction against him in the South and West within the past year or two and his stock is now quite low in cons quence. Thurman or Bayard, Kelly thinks, will be the Dem ocratic standard bearer in the contest of 1880. * Personals. What People are Doing and Saying all over the World. Out Wests judge ordered a bet to be paid for the benefit of’the school fund. A Californian got a splendid noiseless sewing machine by marrying a dumb girl. Madame Bouaparte of Baltimore is reported very ill. She is in her ninety-sixth year. The lawyers who defended the Louisiana re turning-board are now suing Wells and Ander son for their fees. Perhaps there will be more developements. Tbe vouDgest horss-thief in Texas is said to be J. H. Crundridge, aged ten years, who re cently stole a horse at Pilo'. Point and rode him to Sherman. At the dinner given in honor of Victor Hugo’s seventy-eighth birthday the great author said: •You honor me more than I deserve to be hon ored; but you do not love me more than I de serve to be loved. ‘ A young D Audiffret-Pasquier, nephew of the Duke and ex-President of the Senate, is studying the working of the American Consti tution at Washington. A son of the Prince De Sagan, and conse quently a representative of the Ducal House of Talleyrand-Perigord, is improving his English in a private boarding-house in Park Avenue. Misj Emma G. Jones, for seventeen years a faithful missionary os the Board of Foreign and Domestic Missions, of the Protestant Episcopal Church ofthe United States, laboring in China, died last week in Baltimore. Ou Grigsby Island, Caddo parishfL?., last Sat urday, a white man named John Broxton, was shot and probably fatally wounded by an ola negro by the name of Z ich White. The weapon used was a rifle, and it was loaded with three bullets. W. S. Thomas, who lives near Elizebethton, Carter county, Tenneesee, has a son who is seven years old in this month, and his weight is 210 pounds. He is four aud a half feet high. The same boy has a brother who at the age of thirteen, weighed 295 pounds. Prof Selmi of Bologna has discovered that the alkalies in a dead man’s stomach often turn to just such|poisons as murderers use, and he says that these poison tests have often convicted men who were innocent. This is a good text for some articles on medical jurisprudence. The death is announced of Mrs Cohen, moth er of Baroness Meyer de Rothschild, and conse quently the grandmother of the Conntess of Rosebery. By this event a further sum of a million pounds falls to the share of the Count ess of Rosebery. Mrs. Clara S. Foltz has been ^successful in her application in the Fourth District Court of San Francisco, for a writ; of mandate to compel the Regents of the Hastings Law School to admit her as a student. Mrs. de Nettel, of New York, is employing her influence to a good purpose in farthering the establishment of a National Conservatory of Music. The plan is ripening, and farther de velopments will soon be given to the public. A great Parisian artist’s wife got rheumatism, and the doctor told the husband to paint her back with iodine; which he proceeded to do, but his genius got the better of the prescription, and | he made a beautiful landscape; the wife got im- 1 patient, and asked him if he had not finished. •Not quite,* said the painter, lost in his inspi ration, ‘just let me finish in this lake with a boat and fisherman, and then I will send for the fiame at once. * [ And now Wichita is afflicted by one of the cheekiest of his class. He boldly asserts that he can perform greater miracles than Christ did when upon earth and proposes for the moderate sum of twenty-five dollars, to permit the sheriff to hang him by the neck until he is ‘dead! dead! dead! say for thirty minutes, and to be buried six feet underground, hermetically sealed in a metalic coffin for the space of two days and then rise again. The hanging would afford him his deserts, and we think it would be advisable to risk that much on the chance of some aicident j ridding the community of such a charactor. | The citizens of Glennville, Alabama are in- | dignant because the legislature refused to re- j move the restriction on the sale of whiskey in I that place. They claim that the law was passed , before the war when they had flourishing schools in their town. Now that the cause ofthe re striction is removed, they want the benefit of the whiskey trade that is enjoyed by other pla ces. r A tourist who combines business with pleas ure speaks thus of his late travels in Mexico and the curiosities he found there and brought away: ‘A good sized god, with long ears and pug nose, can be had cheap, although some of our party paid high tor deities only six months old that had been burnt and buried to give them the aspeot of great antiquity.' n Mrs. Belva Lockwood was employed to defend a man who had committed an outrage on a wo man, and had been sentenced at one trial to a term in the penitentiary. She obtained a new trial for her client and another sentenoe to the penitentiary, with two years added to the first one; and this teaches ns that Mrs. L. is either a bad lawyer, or that she values the honor of wo men more than that of her client In Daadwood, a woman waltzed into a school with pistol in one hand and and a cowhide in the other, for the purpose of punishing the teacher who had expelled her boy" Luok.ly for the teacher, the woman knew as much about flr l f~ 1 arn ? B M a oat . knows about Sunday, and while she was trying to pull the trigger if the oowhide, she was disarmed and elected , b g! now taking shooting lesson* J ’ “* d “ saafi«a«ii diM. Episcopalian, ggSTJUSSiz ss s-5 days, the Democratic party will be ruined The