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Eanshawe should be urged to drink anything
that is disagreeable to him.•
She turned sharply at the sound of my voice.
A horribly baffled light flamed into her eyes—
she looked as if she could have struck me.
•Yon here?* she exclaimed, with an ugly sneer.
■How long since—if I may be so bold as to ask—
did you feel it incumbent on you to attend my
daughter's husband?'
‘Not until I found he stood in need of just
such a friend as I oould be to him, 1 was my re
tort, in a tone that sent the blood from her
oheek. . _
She glared at me an instant with dilating
eyes, and a sudden terror creeping over her hag
gard features. She would have probed my soul
with her fierce, vindictive gaze, had that been
possible. , .
Indeed 1* she said, scornfully. I think you
ft very bold, not to say iDdelicftte f youDg la-
dy. I shall mention this circumstance to Mrs.
Frnsbawe.' „ . , ,
•Do so,* I said, ss haughtily as she had spoken
herself. , ...
•Louise engaged yon as a governess lor the
children—not to wait upon her husband, were
the barbed words to which she next gave utter-
* D Coionel Fanshawe now turned on the pillow
and looked at us-rather oddly, it seemed to
"'i like to have Miss Palgrave here. She talks
to me, and helps pass away the time that hangs
so heavily on my hands. *
Mrs. Vann caught her breath Bharply.
• ‘Oh, in that case, I have nothing to say—of
°°The sneers were still palpable, but Colonel
Fanshawe did not seem to mind them. ‘Give-
that glass to Miss Palgrave, if you please, ‘he said
quite calmly, as if the ether subject were to be
dismissed entirely. ‘If I should be thuBty, I will
ask her for it ‘ . .
He was speaking of the lemonade again, i
saw Mrs. Vann give a quick start. Her counte
nance changed. A panic-stricken ixpression
came into her dilating eyes. She hesitated.
•Did you hear?* said the sick man quenously.
•Yes; but—' .. .....
•Miss Palgrave will remain with me until tne
doctor comes,* he interrupted. ‘She can give
me the lemonade as well as anybody else.*
Oh, of course. ‘
Mrs. Vann had recoiled from me a few paces,
was half way to the door, in fact. Evidently,
her first purpose had been to take the glass with
her. But she was shrewd enough to see that
she oould no longer do this without exciting
suspicion.
Now she advanced, and held out her glass.
I had extended my hand for it, when it slipped
from her fingers, and shivered into fragments
on the floor.
She uttered a quick cry of consternation.
‘It was all my fault! How very careless of me!
I will go instantly and prepare more of the lem
onade. • .
Colonel Fanshawe looked at her with curling
lip- He must have seen it was no accident.
•It is not necessary,* he said coldly. I shall
drink no more of your preparations.*
He spoke in a low, Btern tone that was full of
meaning. The woman glared at him an instant
with flame in her eyes, struggled with the words
that rose to her lips, and at last went silently
out of the room.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
HENRIETTA BASQUE.
THE GREAT WALKING MATCH.
The effects on the ttflice Boy—The Herald’s
Irish Reporters.
The clever ‘Call Bey' of the New York Times,
says that in common with many thousands in
the community he feels intense relief that the
•great national walking match* in Niblo’s Gar
den is at an end. It upset everything, trade
and domestic peace;included, and the mental
strain it put upon "cflice boys wts terrible to
contemplate.
Youths in law c ffices left to copy records set
ting forth the worldly conflicts of John Doe and
Bichard Coe, have been discovered hours after
wards with legal cap covered with:
3 o'clock: Kowell 225
Harriman 214
Ennis 208
And being remonstrated with by their employ
ers, efler to bet 5 to 1 on the field.’
I have an e ffice boy whom I have always con
sidered to teloDg to poor, but honest parents.
The walk, however, has developed to me his im
mense resources. Two or three times a day I
hear him offering to ‘bet ye fifty dollars,’ and
there is another equally wealthy boy from next
door who takes all these bets, made on intricate
and cunning calculations as to the endurance of
the pedestrians.
If it hf d not been for my mild and restrain
ing influence incalculable sums would have been
It st fight under my nose.
At night these boys attack the Gilmore fort,
stick their toeB in the bricks and climb up to
the windows.
Notwithstanding the big force of watchful
patrolmen outside the Garden, the watchful pa-
trolmer inside the garden is constantly sur
prised by the familiar cry of ‘Hi! Hi! Johnny!
here’s a place where ye can see,* and he discov
ers that a small boy has removed a shiDgle or
sheet of tin from the roof and is peering through
the hole at a sight which thrills his very 60ul.
That this mental strain is over I am earnestly
glad. It is injurious to the young and dreadful
annoying to the bosses.
I think it beats in this respect the trouble
caused by the fearful mortality in the families of
c ffice boys. I had a bright little boy in my of
fice two years ago who was a terrible sufferer
‘If you please sir, can I have to-morrow cff?‘
•Why? What do you want to dc?‘
•My aunt’s dead and I want to go the funeral.’
‘I thought you said that your aunt died last
week?*
•No, sir, that was my grandmother.*
Something Lad to be done to stop this deci
mation of his family, I was in a constant source
of grief. So one day after he buried a cousin I
remarked to him—‘If any more of your rela
tives die, I shall have to get another boy.*
Strange to say this cured him.
I tm glad the walking match iR over for an
other reason, it will end the sufferings of the
graduates oi Trinity College, Dublin, who have
leen ‘doing* the maich for the Herald. How
they have snfftred, being compelled to write
that the Englishman, Rowell, was constantly
ahead. They put blisters on his heels; made a
convict ot him, dosed 1 0 Leary, and proved
conclusively that Rowell must peg out. But
Rowell did not, and then we find such para
graphs i s these.
•If on Saturday, nobody throws red pepper in
his eyes, he may win. * _
■Should some one give him a chloroformed
bouquet the effect of this drng might ii jure his
chances,* or the words to that effect.
This is the class of Don’t-nail-his-ears-to-the-
pump* advice.
The reporters may be Irish and they may
hvve bet their money the way their sympathies
tend, but that a great newspaper should be used
in this way to flaunt their vile suggestions is
simply outrageous. 'J he Call Eoy.
A beautiful little child of Mr. and Mrs. Lam-
ber P. Kirby, of Oxford, only three years old,
was resided to death recently. A ham boiler,
filled witfi boiling water, was lilted from the
kitohea stove, and the little one tell into it with
the sad result already mentioned.
Our Richmond Correspondence.
THE BBIDGE QUESTION—ENTERTAINMENTS— PINA
FORE A FAILURE— A GRAND ENTERTAINMENT
IN PREPARATION THE NEGROES
AND THE PREACHERS.
Though news is rather scarce just at present
in this city, I will proceed to give yon a ft w
items, in hope that they may afford yon at least
a passing interest
Richmond is, as you may know, situated on
the northern bank of James river, and right
oppesite on the sonrthern side is the so-called
oity of Manchester, a somewhat antediluvian
place of abont six thousand inhabitants. These
two cities were joined by a toll-bridge, until
several years ago, when it also was concluded
to connect them with a free-bridge for the mu
tual convenience and improvement of both
places. Snoh a bridge was therefore built at
£he cost of some three or four hundred thousand
dollars. And now an edict has gone forth from
the commissioners, that this bridge is to be
closed to day, except to foot-passengers, on ac
count of its dilapidated condition, because the
proper authorities either can not or will not ap
propriate $1,600, the sum required for its re
pair. They prefer lettiDg the costly structure
fall into mins. There was an old city in Greece
once upon a time, called Abdera, the inhabitants
of which—however, we will not talk about that
just now.
We have had an abundance of entertainments
this winter, and the series was capped last
Monday by the representation of ‘H. M. S. Pin
afore,’ which proved a dead failure. How a
composition like that, trasby in a literary and
painfully thin in a musical point of view, has
happened to get into favor with the large vul-
gus of London, New York, Philadelphia and
other great cities, is one of those things that is
past finding out by an ordinary mind. To Ik.
honor of the critical mind of Richmond be it
said, that it has dared to assert its independ
ence of opinion in face of such precedents, by
expressing its open and nr qualified disgust
with the ephemeral creation. In alleviation ot
the severe judgment of the public, be it said,
however, that the company which performed
•H. M. S.' was very bad.
And while on the topic of theatrical matte: s
we may as well state that some grand doings are
goiDg forward here. A large number of iadiea
and gentlemen of la haute voice are rehearsing
Rossini's Cinderella, under the able snd tfficieui
leadership of Mr. Charles Siegel, Richmond’s
famous conductor. Judging from the interest
manifested and the forces set in motion, we do
not neritate to express our opinion, that this
will be the grandest thing of the sort ever heard
or seen south of Mason’s aud Dixion’s line. I
hope half Atlanta will pay us a visit on thi.. oc
casion.
Cinderella is to be given for th9 benefit of
‘•The Retreat for the Sick,” a hospital connect
ed with the Medical College of this piece, and
managed by forty or fifty ladies of all denomi
nations, the Jewish included. These noble
women sacrifice time and labor with rare disin
terestedness, often giving, instead of receiving,
substantial aid, in order to afford assistance to
the se of their unfortunate fellow-beings whom
otherwise an adverse fate would preclude from
the comforts money can procure. This is prac
tical Christianity, broad, Catholic and benefi-
cient as the light of the sud, whose Creator will
not fail to shower blessitgs on the heads of this
devoted band of true women, if, es we are
taught to believe, there is any justice in heaven.
This institution is admirably managed, owing
in no sma 1 degree to the a siduous : are and
attention of its conscien ious Superintendent,
Dr. Wheat.
We have bad a sort of religious crusade here
also of late. The Roman Catholic clergy, anx
ious about the salvation of the souls of their
colored brethren, undertook to show them the
right read to heaven, by giving them a lecture
upon that subject once a week. No sooner was
his done, than some Episcopal ministers fol
lowed in the track, and opened another avenue
to their colo:eii fellow travelers, whilst
the Baptists did their best to keep them
walking on the good, old way. The Rev. John
Jasper I). D., lamons for his lectures about the
moving oi the sud, also took a hand, trying to
keep his flock from running astray. This emi
nent divine has an exceedingly, forcible, logical
and straight-forward way of inculcating h's doc
trines. The other evening he had inspired his
congregation with great awe, by detailing to
them the horrors of the plagues of Egypt.
When upon the subject of the vermin which
covered that unhappy country, he, by way of
Ciiustration, turned suddenly round to a white
minister, who occupied the pulpit at his side,
exclaiming : ‘And you know, trover D—, ho
bothersome them is!’ We merely state this to
show the powerful way Brother Jasper has *£
using the argumentum ad hominem, but whether
this second rally served to morease the awe oi
the hearers, we would not undertake to say.
Well, time is rolling on, and we are looking
forward to fhe future, seme with hope, Rome
with fear, aDd some with indifference. But a
lew years from now, we will all be indifferent,
if that is Bny consolation. More anon from
your obedient servant, O. T. E.
FUN FOR OIJR FRIENDS.
A two-Em brace—two girls of that name hugging
each other.
The man who told his wife she had made a fool of
him was answered with a positive denial: ‘‘Be
cause,” said the lady, “in that respect you are a self-
made nr an.” Whieh was repartee to a husband.
A wicked Western paper, in quoting the last
freak of fashion in hose, says: “Stockings for fash
ionable ladies are to have a snake workid in them;
from which it may be safely inferred that men will
no longer dread delirium tremens.”
A new anecdote of Charles Lamb is to the follow
ing effect: An unpopular head of a department
came to Lamb one day aidk/nqijired: “Pray, Mr.
Lamb, what are you, fbCSXjff’ “forty next birth
day,” said Lamb. “j/dou'tTiKe your answer,” said
the chief. “Nor I your question,” was Lamb's
reply.
A funny scene was witnessed a few days ago m
the federal court at Lanvilie, Va.; the judge of
which, (Kives( it will Jbe recollected, recently in
structed his grand jury to indicta uumber of county
judges for not t utting colored men on the juries.
A colored man named Gravely was indicted for
selling liquor without license. W hen he saw the
jury before which he was to lie tried, about equally
divided between white and black, he exclaimed:
“For God’s sake, don’t let tlum niggers try me!”
Efforts were made so paciiv him, but he insisted
that, “niggers would bang,, a man just to see him
kick.”
Lord married a charming woman. She
died, and he married a lady with a temper, Some
one called on him the other day. and said, ‘‘where
is your wife?” He answered: “She is in heaven.
I am not; Lady is in the drawing-room.”
A lady taking tea at a small company, being very
fond of Lot rolls, was asked to have another. “Real
ly, I cannot,” die modestly replied: “I don't know
how many I have eaten already.” <‘l do,” unex
pectedly replied a juvenile upstart, whose n.other
had allowed him a seat at the table; “You've eat
eight; I’ve been countin'!”
An exchange speaks of a party at which a “Miss
Eliza Head was crowned Qu< on of the Belles.” is
this the person spoken of as “uneasy Eliza Head
that wears a crown ?
One of the best kinds of training for a pedestrian
is to have liis ^iri live about twenty miles from his
home, with no railroad or stage communications,
and the horses all busy.
A Syracuse school mistress thought to puzzle her
juvenile class, and asked them where all the pins
go. A little boy replied that all the other boys bent
’em. and laid 'em on the seats, but be didn’t want
to tell where they went.
Lovely woman is getting tired of walking matches.
If she will run a race with the washerwoman—try
ing to get the shirt buttous on as fast as the fiend of
the washboard rubs them off—she will earn glory
for herself, even though sir- get worsted in the
struggle.
“In my airly days,” remarked the old man as he
shovelled coal into the school-house bin, ‘‘they
didn't use coal to keep us school young *uus warm,
I kin tell yon.” What did they use?” asked a boy
near by. A sad, far-away look seemed to pass over
the old man’s face as he quietly responded, ‘ Birch
—my boy—birch!”
A sceptic who was badgering a simple-minded
old man about a miracle and Balaam’s ass, finally
said: “Howls it possible for an ass to talk like a
man?” “Wei',’’ replied an honest old believer,
with meaning emphasis, ‘‘I don't see why it ain't
as easy for an ass to talk like a man as it is for a
man to talk like an ass.”
The sequel to that beautiful song by Eugene Field,
“Grease the Griddle, Birdie Barling,” is just out.
We have only room for one stauza:
Scratch my back, oh brown-eyed Mabel,
Throw the buckwheat flour away;
Scratch as long as you are able;
Harder, stronger; that's thfe way.
Somewhat higher, little lower;
Closer to the shoulder-blade;
Dig!!! Good heavens, go it slower!
Murder! Thunder! Come, that's played,
A contemporary, noticirg the appointment of a
friend as postmaster, says: “If he attends to the
mails as well as he docs to the females, he will
make a very attentive and efficient officer.”
A young man who was about to be adjudged in
sane interposed the following plea: “I can prove
my sanity. No lunatic ever admits his insanity.
I admit that I am insane; therefore I am sane.”
Princess Louise, at the “drawing room” last
week, was prettily attired in a princess gown of
black satin, with which she wore many diamonds
Many of the ladies wore lull dress, and many
others wore gowns high about the throat
ZOLINE VISITE.
The Three Greatest Modern Novelists.
Dr. Jas. Clarke expresses the opinion that ‘the
three greatest nr veli-ts in our time are women
— George Sand in France, George Eliot in Eng
land, Mrs. Stowe in America. Each may be ex
celled in some respects by other writers.; they
lave less humor than Dickens ; do not narrate
as vividly as Scott ; are less picturesque than
one writer; have Jess power of tiagedy than
another. But in that supreme force of genius
which penetrates and impresses the soul,
they are UDsurpassed. Mrs. Stowe’s ‘Uncle
Torn’ was a genuine inspiration, not a work of
calculation, or will, but sent down when moBt
needed. It came in the darkest days of theanti-
sli very struggle, when Herod had joined with
Pilate, whigs with democrats, to put down all
slavery discussion. The book appeared, and
all mankind began to discuBs slavery. One
hundred thousand copies were sold here in
eight weeks, a million in England in a year.
Down to 1862 it had been translated into French,
German, Dutch, Danish, Swedish, Portuguese,
Spanish, Italian, Welsh, Russian, Polisi'4
Magyar, Wend, Wallachian, Armenian, Aiabio,
Romaic, Chinese, and Japanese. The sale still
continnes, as I learn, as also of those charming
pictures of New England character and scenery
in Orr’s Island,’ ‘Oldtown Folks,’ etc.’ Some
of George Sand’s early books are not to be re
commended ; but her later ones are not only
nnobjectionable, but give us a nobler type of
womanhood than can be found since Shake
speare. Like his Portia, they combine intellect,
purity, conscience, and tenderness. They de
vote themselves to lowly duties with a self-sacri
fice which claims no merit and pretends to no
superiority. The soul is that of an angel; the
life one of humble duty. They can love with
entire devotion, but the passion of their heart
is so controlled by conscience and reason that
it appears as a comforting warmth, not a con
suming fire. And these qualities are gradually
revealed by a series of delicate touches, each
almost imperceptible. Her plots are very sim
ple, her characters few, and an artistic unity
keeps all parts from excess. The power of
George Eliot over the reader appears from the
way in which her characters are discussed, as if
they were real men and women. How far Doro
thea was right or wrong in her marriage ;
whether Gwendolen did not deserve a better
fate ; whether Deronda is not, perhaps, a little
imbecile, or if, indeed, he is not rather a Chris
tian hero ; whether the Jewess is only a child's
doll, or whether she is the essence of all heaven
ly beauty—such are the questions which shake
society to its foundation on the appearance of
each of these novels. Yet I think it must be
admitted that her books, instead of improving,
like those cf George Sand, degenerate. They
become more empty of conviction, purpose,
hope. A barren creed is slowly sapping the
springs even of her exuberant powers.
All Actress’ Funny Mistake.
Madame Elise Yon Stamwitz—the charming
and beautiful Russian Actress is a great admi
rer cf Rose Eytinge, and once at the Broadway
Theatre testified her affectionate admiration
by a tribute as spontaneous as it was graceful.
She had been greatly moved by Miss Etynge's
fine and feeling delineation of the’Women of
the People’ and leaning from her private box
presented hei with a basket of flowers. Miss
Eytinge reaching up to take the flowers, found
herself ep. braced by the beautiful arms of her
admirer, who bent and kissed her, amid the ap
plause of the audience.
An amusing mistake in her English—in which
language she is rarely in error—is one that she
is fond ot relating. She greatly admirt s Miss
EytiDge’s eyes, and to describe them, spoke to a
gentleman one evening of the lady’s ‘beautiful
venison eyes.* •Venison eyes? 1 repeated the be
wildered gentleman. ‘Yes, venison eyes! There
it is, on the bill of fare.* ‘Eut we do not say
venison eyes in English,* persisted the gen
tleman. ‘Yes, yon Go! You must! Yoo know
how they turn and look at you with the beauti
ful velvety eyes! 1 'Oh, you mean deer,‘ replied
the gentleman, greatiy relieved, and Madame
Von Stamwitz proceeded to relate how, at cer
tain seasons, when living£on the estates of her
own family, she bad shot the pretty animals, for
she is fond of the sport, and, it is said, is a dex
terous markswoman.
Why Will Ton Allow a cold to advance in your
system aDd thus encourage more serious malauies, such
as Pmiemonla, Henimonhajjes aud Lull” troubles when
an immediate relief cau be so readily attained ? Boschf e’s
German r yrup has gained the largest sale in the world
for the use of Coughs, Golds and the severest Lung Dis
eases, Ii is Dr. Boseliee's famous German prescription,
aud is prepared with the greatest care, and no fear need
be entertained iu administering it, to the youngest child
as per directions. The sale of this medicine is unpre
cedented. Since first introduced there has been a con
stant increasing demand and without a single report of
a failure to do its work in any case. Ask your druggist
as to the truth of these remarks. Large size 75 cents.
Try it and be convinced. 196-e,o w-St
Take all sorrows out of file, and you take
away all richness, and depth, and tenderness.
Sorrow ia the furnaoe that melts selfish hearts
together in love.
Answers to Correspondents.
George Freeman’ Jacksonville, Fla., writes: “A
young lady said tome last evening,‘I don’t wish
you to bring Mr. to see me; he is not a gentle
man.’ Now, tbeyoung man alluded to, is one of
the cleverest fellows in town. He works to-be-
sure; lie is a mechanic: bat he is well educa-ed, well
behaved and neatly dressed; perfectly steady and
honorable, aud comes from a plain but respectable
family. I call him a gentleman, and I told her so.
What is your definition of the word gentleman?”
Your enumeration of the qualities of your friend
comprise all the really essential qualifications ofa
gentleman, but the society idea embraces some
thing more—an aesthetic refinement of taste and
polish of manner that perhaps your friend does
not possess Dr. Holmes tells us that to be a gen
tleman requires two or three generations of culture
and social distinction: but alter all.Thackeray iu his
noble lecture on George IV—calleu the first gentle
man in Europe—gives us the best definition of a
gentleman extant Here It is, “What Is ittobea
gentleman? It Is to have .ofty aim6: to lead a pure
life; to keep your honor virgin: to have the esteem of
your fellow-citizen and the love of your firesides;
to bear good fortune meekly; to suffer evil with con
stancy: and through evil or good to maintain truth
always. Show me the happy man whose l'feexhib
its such qualities, him we will salute as gentleman,
no matter what his rank may be.”
Annie of Atlanta writes; “I have just seen a copy
of a neat pamphlet published by Dr. Woolley—the
Opium Cure man. It holds out great hope to the
afflicted. Do you believe in it? 1 ask, because the
pamphlet leads off with a story by you—“The mys
tery of Helen Birne”—in which there is a vivid de
scription of the horrors of the opium habit, offset
by the happiness of a cure through Dr. Woolley’s
antidote. Have you a personal knowledge of its
efficacy? Don't think me inquisitive. I have a
very serious reason for asking.”
The story was only a paid for contribution. I
have no personal experience of the efficacy of the
Opium Cure, having had, I am glad to say, no need
to test it, as I never took a dose cf opium, morphine
or any of the extracts of tbe wierd poppy in my life.
Indeed, I have little partiality for drugs, and the
whole pharmacopiae may go begging for me, so
long as an orange or a lemon can be had. “If you
are sick, eat an orange and do without your break
fast; if that does not cure you, eat two oranges and
do without your dinner” is my father's favorite pre
scription, and I have often had It to restore a
slightly deranged system to a healthful balance.
As regards Dr. Woolley’s Opium Cure, however, I
have acquaintances who have used it, who testify
to the great benefit they have derived from it; and
Dr. Woolley’s success—the rapid increase in his bus
iness here, prove that his patients flud relief from
his treatment.
H. B , Brunswick, Ga„ asks: “What are our re
spective rights in the verses “Yellow Jessamine”
sent you some time ago, if you remember? Would
you like an occasional Sea-side letter?”
We remember the poem—sweetand subtle like its
namesake—and would gladly claim a right to it,
but it has some how gone—exhaled from the nook
to which it had been consigned. Would you kind
ly make it bloom again? An occasional “sea-side
letter” would be acceptable. Your private one,
as fragrant with friendliness as with the flow
ers it enclosed, was read with interest, though want
of time has interfered with a rep'y. I understand
tbe feeling you express in the words “One flags
sometimes, no ma*ter how earnest or energetic gen
erally. I feel as though I had drifted into a mental
quagmire and needed a friendly intellectual bout
to sit me squarely on my feet again.”
Mrs. S. G. A: Your sketch appears this week. It
Is well and feelingly written. We say this in reply
t^ the request: “If you see one little germ of talent
in the piece, tell me, and I will nurse it faithfully,
perhaps in time it may bloom Into a flower; albeit
an humbleone. On the other hand, If you decide
that I am one of the many ‘would-be’s’ tell me can
didly. I trust that I am above the ambition of see
ing my name in print, but I am not above the am
bition of giving my best thoughts to the world that
my friends and my children may read them and
possibly love me better.” This we think a worthy
and womanly utterance.
Mrs. L. S. V.—a lady of the highest respectability
in Canton, Ga., wishes two handy and honest fe
male helps about her house, to whom she would
give good rooms, moderate wages and the comforts
of a pleasant home. Respectable girls or women
who may wish such a place can commun.cate with
our correspondent.
L. H. L. ( Geneva. Y’our poem was received and
carefully read. It is too long for a newspaper, and
it is always a risk—pecuniarily to publish a long
poem in a volume, but the narrative style of your
poem—its easy-flowing rhyme aud graphic inci
dents may make it as popular as it is readable.
Thanks for your kind words.
Virginia Barrington: We have sent the papers
and await another sketch. Give one with some
local coloring and a little dash of humor. You can,
I think. The story we published was very good.
I. I. C., Memphis Tenn.: We will make room for
your M. S soon. Send a short sketch of your new
surroundings. The misfortunes of Memphis attach
a peculiar interest to this city by ttie river. The
New Orlean - Times says.it is not recuperating—be
coming a fossil; but the Appeal showsplenty of life.
The Times is too hard upon Memphis. Mutual mis
fortunes should have made it more kind. Readers
of the Sunny South often ask after the author of
“Waiting for the Dawn.”
Devon says: I am nineteen years old, I live in the
country, am not able to go off to college, but have a
pretty fair foundation for an education, ai d desire
to build upon it by reading. I have a few books of
history, travels; etc., what else should I buy? Do
you think it advisable to read novels ?
I v. ould add to my list some books on natural sci
ence. Geology, Zto'ogv etc.—that wi’l employ your
faculty of observation, and teach you to find “ser
mons in stones and good in everything”—the trees
and animals around you. Browne's and Johnstone’s
English Classics, will give you an outline idea of the
best writers and tliefr styles. Buskins’ books will be
found suggestive of thought and stimulative of the
imagination. As for novels, it is in this form that
information about society, character, manners, and
motives and tendencies oi.action is made most im
pressive. But we will give you Dr. James Clarke s
views about novel reading. He commends it highly
but gives these rules for general use: “1. Do not
read many novels, but read the best ones often.
2. Read slowly,and reflect on what you read, 2. The
good novel is one which leaves your mind in a
healthy state, fit for any work, and for daily duty.
It is a refreshment, not a dissipation. It docs not
dissipate the strength, but recreates it. 4. The good
novel takes a cheerful view of li/e, and a kindly view
of men. 5. A novel is immoral which assumes that
men will go wrong, that society is corrupt, etc.
“Maxwell” asks: “What are .the rules for writing
poetry?” We suppose Maxwell refers to the con
struction of verses according to the received idea of
rhyme aud measure, lie will find rules for these
in most rhetorics, iu Parkers Aids to Composition.
These with a rhyming dictionary will enable one to
manufacture machine poetry. If not,there is a work
just out called Every Man his own Poet or the In
spired Recipe B„ok by W. H. Mallock, author of the
New Republic. By its aid you can make yourself a
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