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BY ELZEY HAY.
Author of A Family Secret, etc.
Open the window mother, for my eyes are growing
dim.
And I fain would look abroad once more ere dark
ness closes in;
Darkness that knows no] dawning to relieve its
silent gloom,
For I feel fast closing round me the shadows of the
tomb.
Then open wide the window mother, that I may see
once more
The]sunlight on the hills before my life’s brief day
is o’er.
’Twas thus the lengthening shadows fell when first
he sought my side.
And talked to me of love—but now another is his
bride.
Oh mother! had you seen her, with her high ahd
stately mien.
Her proud majestic beauty, like some oriental
queen.
You scarcely would have blamed him that he turned
irom one like me
For a wife endowed with every charm that men
delight to see.
I had no beauty, rank, or wealth, no cultivated
mind,
But I had treasures that he said were harder far to
find.
He used to praise my merry laugh, my light elastic
tread—
I wonder will it grieve him when he hears that I
am dead, ?
He said my voice was sweet and low, my hand was
soft and lair,
And that my cheeks werejfresher than the roses in
my hair.
The roses—they are faded now; and I am fading
too;
My wasted ?hand, you almost see the sunlight
streaming through:
But hers are round and soft as aye, and hers will
stroke his brow:
Will smoothe out every trace of care—he’ll never
miss me now.
I met her once and marked the glance with which
she sought his face—
Is the sunlight fading on the hills, or is it death
bedims the place ?
Throw back the curtain mother; see, ’twas there in
yonder lane;
I saw the warm blood mount his cheek and kindle
every vein.
I knew it then—his trembling hand, his half avert
ed eye,
The answering flush upon her cheek, all told me I
must die.
For I could not live without his love; ’twere but a
death in life
To live, and living know he claimed another as his
wife.
So drop the curtain, mother; close the window
down again;
Let darkness shroud my death-pang as it did my
lifelong'pain.
Ah mother, do not weep; too late your tears begin
to flow;
This is but parting of the soul—I died long, long
ago.
There’s but one death to me, mother—to be forgot
by him.
And when his heart grew cold to me, mine died to
everything.
He made for me the only Joy that life could ever
give,
And when I felt he ceased to love, ’twas then I
ceased to live.
So dry your eyes dear mother, now, and raise your
drooping head,
Jtor a parting tour on one whose heart has
iong been dead.
But lay me near the church-gate, where his shadow
passing by
May sometimes fall upon my grave; ’twill soothe
me as I lie
Within my cold and narrow cell, to feel his very
tread
Upon the dust he little heeds, that lies above my
head.
But mother, where are you? I cannot sec your
face, or feel
The pressure of your gentle hand, and mine is cold
as steel.
I am sinking, sinking down, into some region dark
and dim—
Oh mother! I am banished now from light and life
and him!
THE COMING WORLD.
THE END OF THE WORLD IN
1881.
BY UttJBA G. PENUEL.
The world to an end shall come,
In eighteen hundred and eighty-one.’
Thus sang Mother Shipton four centuries ago,
even while the great heart of Columbus, stirred
by prophetic promptings, was reaching out for
the dimly discerned ‘New World’ before him.
We may waive the attraction that this combina
tion of figures may have presented te the sybil;
their relation to nine, the last of the digits and
its remarkable faculty of final reduction and
withdrawal into itself from any imaginable ex
pansion by multiplication. For example: the
four digits forming this mysterious date, itself
a multiple of nine, added, give eighteen; these
two digits again added give nine. It is proba
ble that the old lady was ourious in this kind of
speculation, which olaimed much attention in
^Le^us rather try it, Columbus-like, we can
discern before os a new world, ready to receive
us into youthful, glorious, perhaps immortal
arms, when our old nurse, grown more decrepit
and wandering in mind and gait, can carry us,
can ans wer us no longer, nay, is stiff and cold
under us. A dear, kind, old nurse she has been,
albeit, fussy and pretentious, and* sometimes
like Juliet, we have been inclined to shake her
for her inconsequence and conceit when we
would have had dear, rapid answers to our ea
ger questions, and swift drawings of curtains,
behind whioh we hear movements and catoh
gleams that make the heart beat and the breath
quicken for the new life so near, so alluring, yet
so mysteriously veiled. In one way or another,
the consciousness is growing in all men that the
ourtain is about rising on a new scene with the
actors in ohanged attitudes before a strange
background. Each man, according to bis wont,
anticipates the revelation in the light of bis own
need and would draw the mystery of the uni
verse into the small sphere of his own interest
Gocupants of thrones and of offioial ohairs feel
ominous shakings under them and watch with
strained eyes the tramp, the communist the so-
ialiat—terrible scum cast upon the surfaoe by
the slowly seething elements below.
Europe, the champion of order and stable law,
who from her stately and established palaces,
has fixed limits and principles for Asia and
America, sees now the writing of fire on her
walls and waits to hear the step of the destroyer
in her halls The yet scarcely audible vox pop-
uli is to her the voice of a god, not throned in
light, but grinding into shapelessness all things
in bis wooden advance, even his own devotees.
She prepares for herself a refuge in Asia; East
ward thl star of empire takes its way. The new
world promises to be a negation of the old.
When the extremes of European civilization,
the cosmopolitan Briton and the conservative
Russian meet in ancient Arya, the circle of
change will have been rounded. This invading
tide, advancing simultaneously from north and
south, sweeps around the stupefied Turk to
meet in Central Asia, enclosing a Moslem island
in a Christian sea. The Czir’s ‘Sick man’ has'
been long dying, oan the British cirdial keep
him still ? The Crescent has faded in the grow
ing daWn till it is difficult to discern if it be
really a orescent or only a bit of vaporous cloud.
When we look again, over telegraph wires and
church spires, will it be there, or gone, like the
red man of the Atlantic shore, we know not
whither, we know not how ? And the Chinaman,
that animated human fossil, whe her vill he re
treat from the civilization ne despises so cor
dially? America knows. Into her many-hued
unresisting bosom pour the yellow myriads, to
displace the black man. who returns, cleansed
of oannibalism and fetishism, a statesman, a
soholar and a Christian, to scatter whitewashed
schcolhouses and churohes through haunts of
boa and tiger; and to link the mountains of the
Moon to the Mediterranean by lineB of railway
stretching across the blooming gardens of Saha
ra. For that waste place, says Lesseps, shall
blossom like the rose. The oldest civilization
flies to the newest land and vice versa* while
Japhet dwells in the tents of Shem. But Israel
shall dwell in his own tents. For years,
through Neander, Spinoza and Renan, the Jews
have controlled thought: through the Roths
childs’ finance. To-day, in Gambetta, Cis.elar
and Beaoonsfield they sway the destinies of
States A movement, long projected by their
leaders, is about to take shape in action —the
restoration of a national centre to their race and
possibly a capital in the ancient city of David;
a movement of sufficient importance to arrest
the attention and claim the pen of George Eliot
in her greatest work, Daniel Deronda.
In another sense, extremes meet; in another
way time takes on the symbol of eternity, and
the last century strikes hands with the first.'
The evening and the morning are one day, We
walk familiarly through the buried cities of
Ttaly ; descend with Sohlieman into Homer’s
Troy, and survey critically the brazen doors and
royal chambers of Priam; we penetrate the
house of Ulj sses on rooky Ithaca, and handle
the distaff of Penelope and the toys of the child
Telemaohus. Nay, we go deeper, and bid earth
deliver her primeval secrets ; and coming down
from ‘The Beginning,* feel ourselves grown
aged in sensation before we join Adam and Eve
in exile, and speculate with them on the remains
of mammoth and megatherium. Is there any
past to us? Will any traces of the present world
without us lie on the surfaoe for the next gener
ation, or must the c uicus among them descend
to find us and Priam on one level ?
But the world within us, that Proteus found
so difficult to grasp and so impossible to hold
in one form, that soaring dweller on the heights,
so often a vulture seeking carrion, so seldom an
ea$;l 3 seeking light—is its faneral pile also ereo
ted? Will a true pboeuix spring from its
ashes to dwell in the temple of the Sun ?
Gome hither, you in student robes, : who bear
in your hand the magic key of chemistry, which
opens to you the treasure vaults of science,
what have you seen ?
‘Theday about to break. The vaunted achieve
ments of centuries are but shadows in the night.
I have seen the old dream of the alchemist real
iz9d—the transmutation of metals, that, pervad
iDg all things, producing all things, is one ma
terial whose varied forms and conditions make
the universe. Call it hydrogen, or what you
will—it’s nature is unity. In 1881 will be a con
junction unrecorded in the life of man. We
will travel awhile with sister planets, whose
combined influences on our world and atmos
phere must produce results never before set for
the snrutifiy of scienoe. They will have mes
sages for ns. Wait.'
Natural Philosopher, you went forth to reap
in another field, what sheaves do you bring to
the storehouse, now nearly filled ?
‘Nothing. The sheaves already garnered are
mostly chaff. I have seen that the various
forces of nature resolve into one. Gall it elec
trioity, or what you may, it’s nature is unity.
It is the beginning and the end df all action and
sensation. It moves the one element to action
and receives it The waves break upon the ear
and there is music, on the eye and there is light
and color, on the nerves of touch and there is
heat The waves rise and fall more rapidly, and
color deepens, more slowly, and light fades.
Sound dies. Electricity, the universal shore,
takes all to the brain, where the spirit sits to re
ceive it 1881 must bring revolutions. The
storm will rage as never before. The fountains
of the great deep will be broken up. Wait.’
Physioian, gleaner in many fields, to whom
the herb yields juices, the mineral force, life
its secrets, you command the gathered lore of
centuries, you must near the goal of achieve
ment
‘I stand near the beginning. The centuries
have all been blind. They moved among invisi
ble foes, and struck wildly in the dark at forces
they felt but knew not The long night goes, light
begins to flow into the Valley of the Shadow of
Death. I have seen that all life, vegetable, an
imal, human, is one—one in matter, faculty and
purpose. Gall it protoplasm, or what you will,
it’s nature is unity. I have traced it from the
stinging hair ef the nettle to the mounting heart
of a Cm jar, everywhere one—a mass of nucleated
protoplasm. But deadly war has always raged
between the tribes of life. Man preys on the
higher organisms, their lower forms prey on
him. Disease is the invasion of the Lilliputian
armies, death their victory and possession. His
world teems with them. They storm his cita
dels through his breath, food and drink. For
those.be has recognized, he has forged weapons
and prepared poisons—quinine, mercury and
iodine. And the struggle grows more deadly.
The final oampaign is at hand. Plague, famine
and fever have arrayed their foroes in horrible
alliance. The horizon darkens with the gather
ing powers marshalled by atmospherio convul
sions and planetary disturbances that will cul
minate in 1881. He that lives through it may
walk peerless and invulnerable, armed with
knowledge, among his late foes in a new world
of safety.’
Aye, a new world! The old is surely dying,
and, on the horizon, a messenger from the Holy
Plaoe, stand'Slready.the white feet of h6r succes
sor, Progress, Achievement, Millennium—o ill it
what you will—no longer the doting nurSe of our
ohildhood, but the guide and teacher of a larger
race and cultured age. And when we have
looked with cleared vision into nature’s seorets,
and reoognized the marvelous unity of oreation,
shall we not be prepared to recognize the mys
terious unity of the One in Three ? Shall we
not pass out of this narrow and smoky sohool-
room of centuries, with hard won degrees of
science and art, into broad and sunny life, to
find Him again, as of old, walking on the earth,
and to hear His voioe in the garden, and be not
afraid ?
OLD BACHELORS.
They are wanderers and ramblers—never at home
Making sure of a welcome wherever they roam, *
And every one knows that the bachelor's den.
Is a room set apart for these singular men;
A nook in the clouds, of some five feet by four.
Though sometimes by chance it may be rather
more.
With skylight, or no light, ghosts, goblins, and
gloom.
And everywhere termed “theold bachelor’s room,’’
These creatures, they say, are not valued at all,
Except when the herd give a bachelor’s ball.
Then dressed in their best,
In their gold-broidered vest,
It is known as a tact
That they act with much tact,
And they lisp, “how d’ye do?”
And they coo, and they woo,
And they smile, for a while,
Their fair guests to beguile;
Condescending and bending,
For fear of offending.
Though inert, And they spy
They exert, With their eye,
To be pert, And they sigh.
And to flirt; As they fly.
And they whisk and they whiz,
Ahd are brisk when they quiz.
For they meet Advancing
To be sweet, And glancing.
And are fleet, And dancing.
On their feet, And prauciug.
Sliding and gliding with minuet pace,
Pirouetting and setting with infinite grace.
And jumping. And racing,
And bumping, And chasing,
And stumpiug, And pacing,
And thumping, And lacing,
They are flittering and glittering, gallant and gay,
Yawning all morning, and lounging all day.
But when he grows old
And his sunshine is past.
Threescore years being told,
Brings repentance at last.
He then becomes an old man,
His Warmest friend’s tbq winning pan;
He's fidgetty, fretful and weary; in fine
Loves nothing but self, and his dinner and wine.
He rates and he prates.
And reads the debates;
A negro, Jeff David* has just been released
from the South Carolina State prison. He was
sentenced to be hung sometime ago, but was
respited several times bj Govomer Hampton.
It turns out that he is innooent of the murder
charged to him. The real murderer has been
caught.
Kimpton, ex-financial agent of South Caroli
na, proposes to make Hartford, Ct., his future
home, if Gov. Andrews will promise not to give
him up in case of a requisition from South Car
olina. The Govenor refuses to make any such
promise.
Despised by the men, aud the women he hates.
Then prosing, And poring,
And dozing, And snoring
And cozing, And boring,
And nosing, And roaring.
Whene’er he falls in with a rabble,
His delight to vapor and gabble.
He’s gruffy, And musty,
And puffy, And testy,
He sits in his slippers, with back to the door.
Near freezing, And grumbling.
And teasing, And mumbling,
And wheezing. And stumbling,
And sneezing, And tumbling,
He curses the carpet, or nails in the floor.
Oft falling, Oft waking,
Oft bawling, Oft aching,
And sprawling, Aud quaking.
And crawling, And shaking.
His hand is unsteady, his stomach is soie.
He’s railing, Uncheery,
And failing, And dreary,
And ailing, And weary.
And groaning and moaning;
His selfishness own jug.
Grieving and bkavWP^'f i
Though nought is bffeavidig,
But pelf and ill health.
Himself and his wealth.
He sends for a doctor to cure or to kill;
Who gives him advice, and offense, and a pill,
Who drops him a hint about making his will,
as fretful antiquity cannot be mended,
The miserable life of a bachelor’s ended.
Nobody misses him, nobody sighs,
Nobody grieves when the bachelor dies.
PLAY PEOPLE.
Mr. Joseph Jefferson is amusing himself at
his orange grove plantation by throwing np sod'
fences, upon the top of which he plants cuttings
of the Maoartney rose. He will soon have in
closed in this way twenty-six hundred acres of
his estate.
Miss Anna Dickinson has accepted an engage
ment to produoe her new play, ‘Aurelian,’ in
San Franoisco next October, not in J une, as has
been stated. The New York public will regret,
meantime, not to have had the opportunity to
hear Miss Dickinson's latest dramatic effort, all
the more by reason of the ungenerous attempt
of a newspaper attache to forestall the popular
judgment
Farther proceedings are to be commerced in
the Frenoh Courts, with a view to enable the
Marquise de Gaux to annul her marriage. In
Frenoh law divorce is not reoognized under any
circumstances: but a marriage may be declared
null and void, if any irregularity can be proved
in the manner in whioh the marriage was cele
brated. Several such irregularities will be sought
to be proved in the case of Madame Patti.
Mayor Bodlow, of Newport, while in Washing
ton took the leading parts in two dramatic per
formances given for the benefit of the Church
of the Epiphany. The names of the plays were
‘Delicate Ground’ and ‘Betsey Baker,’ with a
musical interlude. All the members of the cab
inet and the members of the diplomatic corps
were present
Sullivan and Gilbert have another burlesque,
in which six jburglars break into a house and
fall in love with six girls, while six policemen
are trying in vain to get in the house to arrest
them.
Nicoolini and Patti out out some of the most
important airs of ‘Rigoletto’ while in Naples,
and the audience not only left, but made the
management refund their money.
Miss Lizzie Webster, the beautiful burlesque
actress of the ‘Evangeline’ Combination, is
about to retire from the stage. A young gentle
man of Milwaukee has persuaded Miss Lizzie to
agree to slip her head in the noose matrimonial,
but it is made a oondition precedent, that she
shall leave the stage at once and forever.
Miss O'Neil, who was formerly an actress, has
been exercising her musole recently in Provi
dence, Rhode Island. A wool merchant named
Kenny, she alleges, obtained from her, under
false representation, negotiable notes, the faoe
value of whioh was about $25,000. Miss O’Neil
determined that the merohant should not pull
the wool over her eyes with impunity, and
henoe the flagellation. Mr. Kenny is said to
have received his punishment with muoh equa
nimity, although assured at the time by the ad
ministrator that the first dose was only a slight
installment of what she denominated his just
deserts, and whioh she proposes to infliot when
ever an opportunity may offer.
Levy, the oornetist, recently testified that all
he owned in the world was his horn, and that
although he made v $4,000 at Brighton Beaoh last
summer, it required the whole amount to keep
the family of wife and one child.
SOCIETY NEWS.
Fashions, Amusements and Gossip.
A peculiar lace pin is in Egyptian design,
with a snake coiled round the bar, and a swing
ing scarabee out from burnt topaz.
A Mother Goose exhibition in Columbus,
Georgia, netted one thousand dollars for the La
dies’ Monumental Association of that city.
Ready made—the young girl waiting for an
offer.
Should marriages oome under the head of
Court Noose ?
Will the lady sitting in front of us please keep
her bead still for just one moment, so that we
can have it to say in after life that we got a good
glimpse of the aotresB on the Btage? Thanks.
They have had a ‘Spelling Bee’ in Ellicott
City, Maryland, at the Union M. P. Chnroh,
with the Rev. Mr. Nichols as proponnder. The
first prize, a beautiful Bible, was secured by
Johnny Hamilton; the second, a Bible, by Miss
Ida Mills.
Mr. F. C.Norment, a popular young citizen of
Suffolk, Va., and Miss Lizzie A. Smith, an ac
complished young lady of Weldon, N. C., were
united in marriage on Wednesday afternoon
last. The rites were solemnized at the Metho
dist EpiBoopol Church in Suffolk, by the Rev.
J. C. Norment
A Harrisburg journal thus deservedly oompli-
ments a wtll-known yonng lady of Baltimore:
Miss Mamie Taylor, a young lady from Balti
more, assumed the character of ‘Hebe.’ She
possesses an excellent contralto voioe, and
by her piquant acting and coy manners, evinc
ed a decided talent for burlesque opera.
At tbe residence of Mr. J. W. Rankin, on
McDonough street, Atlanta, Ga., last Wednes
day, Mr. Charles B Wallace was married to Miss
Ida T. Jones, by Rev. C. R. Vaughn, D. D.
There were no cards and only the members of
the immediate families witnessed the ceremony.
Mr. Wallace is well known to our people. He
is the son of Muj >r Campbell Wallace, president
of the Merchants’ bank, and has filled several
important railroad positions. Miss Jones is a
near relative of Mr. J. W. Rankin, of the firm of
Hunt, Rinkin & Lamar. The ceremony was
beautifully performed by Dr. Vaughn. Beth of
the parties have many friends who send warm
congratulations on their marriage, with wishes
that their best hopes may merge into reality.
With these goodly messages we gladly join our
own hearty best wishes.
Miss Annie and Miss Emmie Murray, two
charming and accomplished young ladies from
near Thomson, Ga., are visiting their aunt,
Miss Fannie Barnett at her residence on Baker
street Miss Annie is a fine musician, but finds
time from her praotice and social enjoyments
to devote some hours of each day to literary pur
suits. She is now translating a serial from the
French of Henri Greville for the Sunny South.
Mrs. Willet, wife of Prof. J. Willet of Meroer
University, Macon, is visiting her sister, Mrs.
J. H. Seals on Baker street. She is accompa
nied by her daughter, Miss Emily, the young lady
who graduated with such eclat at the Wesleyan
College laBt summer. Miss Willet is as lovely
in person as she is amiable and intelligent.
Mrs. Nora Sneed has returned to Atlanta. She
has been paying quite a visit to her relative -
Mr. B. F. Moise in Charleston. She was de
lighted with her visit to the old historic oity,
and also with her shorter stay in Augusta, with
the family of Mr. J. Cohen—also relatives. At
lanta society oould not be better represented
than in the person of this cultured, brilliant and
winning lady.
I Mr. Edward King, who haB been writing some
interesting letters from the South to the Boston
Journal, makes the broad assertion that the
prettiest women in the world live in New Or
leans. He says: ‘At the grand ball given by the
“Mystick Crewe of Comas" in the Varieties The
atre, several years ago, I saw twenty-five hun
dred ladies gathered together. It would not
have been an exaggeration of the truth to say of
any one of them that she was beautiful.
The sudden marriage of Professor Carl Rich
ter has caused considerable interest and exoite-
ment, and is by no means creditable to the Pro
fessor. After having lived fifteen years with
one whom he called, regarded and introduced
as his wife, by whom he was the father of several
children, with and through whom he entered
the best circles of Washington’s social life, it
strikes the general publio very oddly that he
should have deserted her and married again,
declaring that he had never been married to
her. Under such circumstances we believe that
the New York law should be enforced, whereby
when a man declares a woman his wife, and
lives with her as such, she shall be legally so
regarded.
A lady with more money than erudition called
at Tiflany’s recently and asked to see their sol
itaire diamond rings. A tray of single-stone
rings was shown her. She looked them over
carefully, and at last selected one worth about
$500. ‘That is a very pretty stone,’ said she,
and if you will assure me that it is a solitaire,
I will take it.’ It is unnecessary to say that the
salesman felt that he was running no risk in giv
ing her that assurance.
The Macon Amateur Minstrels are shortly to
have a brilliant entertainment
The Ladies of the Fifth Baptist Church, At
lanta, are holding a Fair, and voting silver tea
services to popular policemen and handsome
jewelry to popular belles.
The Ladies* Fair, at the \farkham House for
the benefit of the First Presbyterian Church, last
Thursday, was attended by five hundred per
sons. The rooms were handsomely decorated,
and lemonade and fortunes were dispensed un
der rose oovered bowers.
BOOK NOTICES.
Appleton’s Journal begins the ‘Romance of a
Painter’—a translated story of Fabre-^the popu
lar Frenoh novelist The ‘Eighteenth Century’
follows; then a paper from Mr. Hardipge, call
ed ‘Chrysanthema Gathered from the Greek An
thology’—a collection of poetical bits that show
the root and stem of many of our modern flow
ers of song. _ ‘An Art Budget,* ‘Elephant Catch
ing,’ 'Dietetio use of Wines;’ 'Petraroh;' ‘A Man
may not marry his Grandmother,’ with 'Editor’s
Table’ aud review of Books of the Day complete
the table of contents.
Fresh and charming ‘Si Nicholas’ is out for
April. . A mere list of the varied contests and
clever illustrations sounds delightful and stirs
a hunger for its good things among other than
tbe small fry. Here is a part of them,
nearly all plentifully illustrated. ‘Puritans;* ‘The
F lame of a Street Lamp;’ ‘An Eister Song;’ ‘The
Dew in the Rose;’ ‘Spoiling a Bomb Shell;’ ‘The
Reward of Virtue;’ ‘The Boy Astronomer;’ ‘The
little Big Woman and the little big girl; ‘Eye-
bright;’ 'Beating the Bounds;’ ‘The Boarding
School for B rds;’ ‘Shower and Flower:’ ‘King
Wichtel the First;’ ‘The Little Housemaids at
the New York Kitchen Garden;' ‘Milton:’ ‘A jolly
Fellowship;’ ‘For very little Folks;’ Jaokinthe
Pulpit;’ ‘The Letter Box and Riddle Box.’ Pub
lished by Scribner & Co., 743 Broadway, New
York, at three dollars a year.
The Eclectio for April opens with Prof. Tyn-
dal’s lecture on Electric Light, delivered at the
Royal Institution. But of even more vital in
terest than this valuable article is the opening
installment of John Stuart Mill’s ‘Chapters on
Socialism’—a subject of immediate importance.
■Edinburgh Society Seventy years ago’ is some
thing in a lighter vein and extremely entertain
ing So is the ‘Evil Eye and other popular Su
perstitions;’ ‘Animals in their native Countries’
aud the account of ‘Mesmerism, Pianchette and
Spiritualism in China ’ A new story, ‘Mademoi
selle De Mersac' opens interestingly and there
are poems, minor papers and well chosen mis
cellany. Published by E. R. Pelton, Bond
street, New York, at five dollars per ymur; for
three months, one dollar.
Miss Sallie A Brock, author of ‘Kenneth, my
King,’ ‘Richmond daring the War,’ and the
Southern Amaranth,’ is now busy completing
her volume of ‘Auth >rs’ in their Favorite Po
ems'—a work whioh she has long been engaged
in compiling. Miss Brock’s fine literary experi
ence and critical knowledge are sufficient guar
antee that the volume will be interesting and
valuable. Miss Brock, like so many of the prom
inent and successful fiferatettrs at the North, is
Southern born and has many friends among our
people, though she has so iong made her home
in that great 'gathering plaoe of souls’—New
York.
Scribner for April leads off with Actors and
Actresses of New York—a fresh and entertain
ing illustrated article; succeeded by an install
ment of ‘Haworth.’ Mrs. Barnett’s fine story,
In a Snailery’ (profusely illustrated); ‘Holy
Russia,’ ‘3tiokeen River and its Glaciers,’ ‘Fal-
conberg,' ‘John Ericsson'—a well written and
interesting sketch of the great Engineer, ma
chinist and father of the ‘Monitor;’ 'Modern
Thought’—a review of rationalism and its ten
dency; ‘Half witted Gattorm;’ ‘Henry Bergh
and his Work’—an illustrated sketch of the
noted humanitarian and his labors in establish
ing laws protective of dumb animals. ‘Frau-
lein’—a good story; ‘The Token;’ ‘The Measure
of a Man;' ‘Canticle of Spring;’ ‘Topics of the
Time;' ‘Pinafore for Amateurs,’ and selections
illustrative of Progress and Culture and the
World’s Work.
M r u. Lynn Linton is .engaged on anew novel,
the subject of which is the influence of the cler
gy on women. The plot revolves on the strug
gle between a husband and a ritualistic clergy
man for influence over the wife of the former.
Mrs. Wm. Henry Peck has gone to New York
to visit relatives.
The young men of Atlanta think seriously of
organizing a sooial club and furnishing elegant
rooms.
Sixteen magnificent looking widows attended
a quilting in Alabama recently.
The ladies of Thomasville will receive the
confederate monument, for whhh they have
been so assiduously laboring, in about two
weeks.
Wit and Humor is a classified collection of
the bright and funny things whioh delight the
average Amerioan, and form the spice and by
play of American journalism. It is a desirable
book of reference, offering a ready delassement
for the chance intervals of labor or study. It is
inscribed to the legal profession, from whose
annals many of its best things have been taken.
The volume is prepared by Marshall Brown,
and comprises three hundred and forty duodec
imo pages. S. C. Griggs & Co*
College Temple, Nawnan, not content with
sending out from its classic halls, the neat and
sprightly weekly, ‘New Departure, 1 supple
ments it with a diminutive sheet, the 'Little
Humbug,' printed, as is the ‘New Departure,*
by the Typographical Class in the College and
edited by two bright girls, who manage to put
no inconsiderable amount of spice and sense
into the tiny folio. College Temple, we are
glad to know*, is prospering, and has yet bright
er prospects ahead.
The Hippy Home for April is a double num
ber both in quantity and quality of contents.
It is a Southern home magazine, full of original
and entertaining matter, and deserves a cordial
support from Soathern people. Address Mrs.
Mayfield, Nashville, Tenn. •
Georgia Pistolii in Court.,
HISTORICAL NOTES.
Sir Francis Drake, the English admiral, made,
$1,000,000 by robbing Spaniards on the high seas, in
one voyage.
The war of 1813 or rather whieh terminateddhen
was one of the most destructive of modern times
costing the French 160,000 lives.
The first custom-house was established by the
Athenians, at Scutari, formerly Chrysopolis, for
levying imposts on the commerce of the Black Sea.
In the thirteenth century wages were fifty cents
per week; yet wheat at the same time averaged
seventy cents per bushel, or eight and a half days’
labor a bushel. Now It is worth $1.48 per bushel, or
two and a half days' labor.
At the battle at Leipsic, which lasted three days,
Napoleon lost two marshals, twenty generals, and
about 60,000 men killed, wounded and missing. The
allies lost 1790 OQjcers, and about 40,000 men. At
the battle of Waterloo, the allies lost 16,636 me a
and the French abont 30,000. About 300,000 men
were killed In the various battles of the world In
1855.
Judge Lester of a western Georgia circuit is a
cute old fellow for catching culprits, and recent
ly he delivered a lecture from the bench on the
cowardice of carrying pistols. Ho informed the
auditory that Georgia law was down on the
practice, and the penalty was forfeiture of the
weapon and a fine of twenty dollars. ‘Now,‘
continued the judge, ‘I see a man in the court
room who has a pistol in his pocket, and it is
my duty to have him sent up to the grand j ary,
but if he will come up to the bar, lay hi pistol
down here and pay a dollar, I‘ll let him off.*
Immediately a lawyer came up, took out a
a pistol and a dollar and laid them on the clerk’s
desk. ‘You are not the man,’ said the judge,
pretending to look abstractedly at the oeiling.
Another lawyer stepped up and subscribed a
pistol and a dollar. The judge smiled aud
yawned, and said again, ‘You are not the man,*
and then one after another, nineteen gentlemen
walked suddenly up and contributed the pistols
and dollars. Then there was a pause, and the
judge said,‘Pshaw the man I saw hasn't oome
up yeL ‘ But this time nobody responded to the
call, and the jadge, directing the clerk to rake
up the pile of pistols and dollars, siid.smiling
ly, 'Gentlemen, this here is a shame; the fact is,
I did not see any man at all with a pistol, but I
suspected, aud I’m sorry to see that I‘ve oaught
so many.
When Mr. Tuggle,agent for the State of Georgia
in Washington, went to the treasury to receive
the $72,000 voted to Georgia in return of moneys
she had loaned the government for the prosecu
tion of the Indian war, he was informed that
the government had an offset against the State
in the shape of a olaim for a land tax levied on
all the States just after the war, and which, of
coarse, Georgia never paid.
James Ellis, a colored blacksmith in Ameri
cas, Ga., who, by industry and economy, has
acquired a competency and quite a lucrative
trade in his profession, on learning that his old
mistress, Virginia Ann Wisham, was in very re
duced oircumstanoes—without even a shelter—
went before Justioe J. H. Allen, clerk of the
Bupeiior court, and made her a deed to a small
place in Macon oounty, thus giving her a home
in her old age withont fee or reward.