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MI SUNNY SOOTH
A BALI, ID OF XIEROBS.
BY AUSTIN DOBSON.
Because you passed, and now are not,—
Because In some remoter day
Your sacred dust in doubtin' spot
Was blown of ancient airs away.—
Because you perished.—must men say
Your deeds were naught, and so profane
Your lives with that cold burden ? Nay,
The deeds you wronght are not in vain!
Though it may be, above the plot
That hid your once imperial clay.
No greener than o'er men forgot
The unregarding grasses sway;—
Though there no sweeter is the lay
Of careless bird—though you remain
Without distinction of decay,—
The deeds you wrought are not in vain!
No. For while yet in tower or cot
Your story stirs the pulses’ play;
And men forget the sordid lot—
The sordid cares—of cities gray;
While yet they grow, for homelier fray,
More strong from you, as reading plain
That Life may go,,if Honor stay,—
The deeds you wrought are not in vain!
Heroes of old, I humbly lay
The laurel on your grave again;
Whatever men have done, men may,
The deeds you wrought are not in vain!
OUR PORTRAIT GALLERY.
engravings and biographies of
DISTINGUISHED MEN AND WOMEN.
GENERAL ALBERT PIKE.
We here re-open our portrait gallery, which was,
for so long a time, one of the most popular features
of the paper, and shall make it permanent. We
have already presented life-like engravings of many
prominent men,among whom maybe mentioned Gen.
R. E. Lee, A. H. Stephens, Andrew Johnson, Prince
of Wales, Frank P. Blair, Louis Napoleon, Gov.
A- H. Garland, Gov. J. H. Porter, Gov. R. B. Hub
bard, David Livingstone, Jno. B. Gordon, B. H.
Hill, Wade Hampton, Jefferson Davis, Herschell
V. Johnson, Chas. J. Jenkins, Jno. P. King, Gov.
B. F. Perry, and many others.
In this issue we give a portrait and a short sketch
of Gen. Albert Pike.
This illustrious craftsman, the most distinguished
Masonic author and historian of the present age,
and the highest Masonic dignitary in the southern
jurisdiction is thus referred to by the Washington
correspondent of the Graphic in a late communi
cation:
Pike lives in this city, or at Alexandria, near by.
Arthur McArthur, of Wisconsin, Judge of the
Supreme Court of the District of Columbia, gave
me a queer account of Pike last summer. Said he:
“I had heard of Albert Pike as being an Indian,
a T.-xan Ranger, or something.
“He came to our court, and stood up there like
Moses, or some of the able bodied patriarchs. His
long, gray hair, in ringlets, fell down his back and
shoulders. He stood between six and seven feet
high, and stout in proportion, weighing, I should
think, three hundred to four hundred pounds. A
look of the frontiersman, the poet, and the lawyer
seemed mixed in his face, with a type of something
heathen and antique.
“He had a big liandanna handkerchief in his fist,
clenched into a li'tle ball. Every now and anon he
drew this across his nose, and then seized it in his
fist again.
“And then this queer old wonder rolled off law
and learning, solemn and rapid, right on in tho line
of his argument, as practical as could be. but his il
lustrations and quotations were rare and unusual.
I was asti nished. ”
Albert Pike is a man history has stepped over.
There is no man in the world of so many sides to his
character and so plain withal. He was bom at
Boston, Massachusetts, December 29, 1809, the son
of a shoemaker. A willful, poetical spirit took him
to Mexico, and he returned in a pack train as a mule
driver, from Chihuahua to Fort Smith. Settling
down in a printing office at Little Rock, he became
an editor, lawyer, and chief of the Whig party,
which he held with unflinching consistency through
perpetual minority down to the civil war, fighting
meantime in the Mexican war, and doing the Gov
ernment business of the Cherokees. He became rich
and celebrated. ....
He removed to Washington about the year 1S67,
and opened a law-office with Robert Johnson, ex-
S nator. His home is at Alexandria, that formerly
busy seaport, where a large house with garden,
stable and every comfortable appurtenance of gas
and wa er may be had for $50 a month, whereas the
tvranny of fashion makes that same style of resi
dence cost $200 a month. There, with an unusually
vivac ; ons and intelligent daughter. Pike spends his
time in a large library, containing, perhaps 5000
volumes, elegantly bound—the collection of a life
time. His t iste for books extends even to their cov
ering and he has a passion for elegant printing in
common and colored inks, all his own volumes on
Masonry and Hindoo Philosophy being produced in
this way by his amateur disciples. Fine swords,
duelling pistols which he has used on the field, a
collection of elaborate pipes, which he smokes
pretty much all the lime, and strange things of
rerfu, are parts of his surroundings. His poems
have been collected and ie issued within the past
two vears, and he has written a series of books on
Masonry, Which, queerly enough, have carried him
from his apparently trivial theme back to mediaeval,
Jewish and finally Sanscrit Masonry, as he believes.
He is a Sanscrit scholar, and hns composed some
abstruse treatises, now undergoing publication in
London, which is spoken of with expectancy by his
friends.
He is the Sov. Gr. Commander of the Supreme
Council of the A. and A. S. Rite Southern Jurisdic
tion of the U. S. Elected such in 1859. Provincial
Grand Prior of the Great Priory of Canada of the
United Religious and Military orders of the
Temple and of St. John of Jerusalem, Palestine,
Rhodes and Malta. Provincial Grand Master of
the Grand Lodge of the Royal Order of Scotland
and the United States, and an honorary member of
nearly every Supreme Council in the world.
Mr. Ham Harris, of Cartersville, was married to
Miss Ethel Hillyer, of Rome, on the 23d ult.
The social event of the season was the excursion
to New Holland, Ga. The Directors of the Young
Men’s library had the management of the excur
sion.
The second concert this season of the Baltimore
Concert and Opera Combination came off Tuesday
evening of last week in the Concert Hall of the
Academy. The hall was literally jammed, and
quite a number of persons were unable to obtain
admission. The programme was excellent, but its
rendition was by no means up to the standard
which the association attained at the first concert.
Miss Bessie Ellis, of Atlanta, Ga., was married
at her own home on the 30th ult., to Mr. F. G.
Lynch, of Charleston, S. C. The bride, an amiable
and popular young lady, was tastefully dressed in
white organdy, richly trimmed.
A Ci»nt Child.—Somebodj has discovered in
TaDan an infant who is not yet three years old, and
vet Isas big as an ordinary lad of fourteen or fifteen.
He can carry a load of water, which is Japanese for
two bucketfuls,as easily as a full-grown man can
aecomnlish that feat. He still lengthens and
fipreads. and there is no telling where Tie will end.
His name is given as Honjo Yohitaro, but he is
probably a distant con nection of Baron Munchausen.
Tyler, Tex., March 27th, 1879.
My Dremum chromos have beenreceivedand I am
very much pleased with them. Will do all I can
for your paper. Have the promise of some more
sutecribera. Mm „ g^jEr.
ENGLISH LITERATURE.
SHAEESPERE STUDY.
MoT I.
GENERAL INTRODUCTION.
These “studies” are intended to concentrate the
reading and to direct the study of such of the read
ers of the Sunny South as wish to gam for them
selves a fresh acquaintance with Shakespere. They
will be analyses of some of the plays and original
study (not criticism) of some of the principal char
acters. The method proposed is to study the great
poet himself and not his critics.
Every sort of literature has its seasons of revival
and of neglect. Even the very gods of our litera
ture come into our notice like the planets, periodi
cally. Now about Shakspere—there has of course
never been a time since he lived when men ceased
to read him; but still at times he has occupied the
attention of the general public and even of students
more than at other tim^s. And it so happens that
this Ls a fresh day with us for Shakspere study.
The new English school of phililogians and scholars
has given a new impulse to the study of all our
great masters, and, along with the rest of course,
of our greatest master. A great many morepe 'pie
in the United States and in the South read Shaks
pere now than a generation ago. For proof, only
look at the many new editions that the publishing
houses issue every year. Hamlet. Macbeth, and a
few of the greatest plays are used now as text
books in many of our schools. And America is
making very valuable contributions to Shaksperian
scholarship. Witness Mr. Furness (with his splen
did new variorum edi'i n). Mr. Hudson, Mr. Rolfe,
etc. This is encouraging. For, in all truth, if men
propose to read anything or to study anything,
why not read and study a great author. But, al
ment u=, and he grappled with them earnestly. He
laid hold on life and conquered it, Wh it are we ?
whence and wherefore came we ? Wtiereby may
we grow our best growth? Ourselves—our possi
bilities. Does it not concern us what answers the
great scul of this man found to these questions f
What if he does lead us through the whole world,
as he does, is it his fault that we meet the wicked
and the maimed of every sort ? He made it his
business not to picture to us men and women as
they ought to be, (alas ! how often that h is failed
of changing the hideous reality,) but men and wo
men as they are. And we may know women of as
chaste lives, and men of as brave deeds in Shaks-
peare as in the world about us. Let us look to our
selves and see whether,after all, his pictures are not
more healthful than the puny human manufactures
of our favorite fiction. Simkspere’s own life, af
ter he came back to Stratford (which by the way, is
the only part of his life in which we really know be
yond doubt any facts of his conduct,) proves that
he reverently acknowledged and feared God. And
in his work as a whole we may trace the triumph
ant conclusion, reached through long struggles and
many dark places of doubt, that life is a joy. Sure
ly this is worth finding out in these dark days of
unbelief.
There is then pleasure in this study, the pleasure
of seeing the highest revelations of literary art, and
more—a stay and salvation for our intellectual life.
It is a great day in a man’s life when he comes to
know Shakspere’s men and women, and to walk
abroad in Shakspere’s world. Yes, men and wo
men are those and more—a whole world wherein
they work and live, a world not only with all the
physical agencies acting on life, but demons and
shadows and ghosts .and angels too. Here are shown
us the workings of the supremely complex thing
called life, so that we may see the manifold work
ings of so fine a structure under all pressures, and
catch at the same time the sinuous leadings of un
seen forces. It is a great day, I say, when one
GENERAL ALBERT PIKE.
though the rise of many able critics give a health
ful stimulus and help toward a more gene~al ap
preciation of great literature, yet' they hinder as
well as help. For they lead many faithful stud
ents into a wrong way of gaining for themselves
healthful appreciation of the great literature they
undertake to study. Many seek to gain acquain
tance with Shakspere too much by the help of
commentaries and criticisms. In fact nothing was
ever worse abused in its using than criticisms and
comments; and no criticisms and comments were
ever abused worse than those on Shakspere. This is
a time when eyesglasses are fashionable; and even
in literature maidens and dandies prefer to see
through glasses, even if but darkly, than with the
eye. There are enough criticisms and comments
on Shakspere to engage one well nigh all his life
time; and the greater part of all such writing is
worthless. And even that which is valuable it is
hard to turn to a helpful use.
L -t us see the problem. Here are Shakspere’s
paintings of human life and human action. You 1
may go in and examine them for yourself, or you ,
may take instead of your own view a description J
by some one of the legion of critics and commenta- j
tors. You do not even see the master work at all;
you content yourself with being told about it, or,
if, aft-r the dascription, you go to see for younself, i
you see most likely onlj' as your guide has pointed
out. And are you always sure that he himself has
gazed appreciably and truly? Besides, the joy of
making for yourself a hundred discoveries is gone
forever. A student must first study these great j
pieces of art for himself, forgetting, if he can, the J
verdict of all the world in their praise, and see for
himself what verdict he would render. Let a man
first be his own critic and take direct communion j
with these immortal personages; then be may hear ,
if he wish, how they have impressed other stud- ,
ents. j
No man ever enjoyed Shakspere to the fullness]
of Ids ability without work; and as the work is, if j
wisely directed, so is 'he enjoyment. Because the
Merchant of Venice is only a few hours reading—]
do vou imagine that its mastering is a tiling of a
few days? Now, when one has worked through a
play of Shakspere himself and made up his opin- j
ions, and felt the gladness of the relations of his j
work, he will be surprised to find that half even of ,
the best criticism is what he has already seen, and
that the other half is most likely the wildest fan- ]
cies and the most improbable conjectures. Let us :
study the great master himself and not his critics. I
The best critics must not be despised of course; but
the tendency of our studies in these days so full of j
criticisms, is to give them a higher place than a ]
healthful appreciation can afford. The truth is, !
dull learning can make a thousan 1 critics any day; I
our whole world with all its action and thought and ■
learning has yet made but one Shakspere, and it •
is surprising how little learning went towards the i
making of him. Always, too, I can believe Shaks
pere, but the critics I always doubt.
Nor is it any great accomplishment or gain to
know merely the stories of the dramas; the urchins
in the gallery catch that much from the stage. But
many readers, I have found, see but the outlines in
this way. They fill out the characters in their own
fashion, after whatever favorite pattern they may
have. Verily such folks see what they see. The
fineness of their discerning is according as the ob
jects they are wont to gaze on—most likely the
wax-work figures of the sentimental romance, But
this is in truth not knowing Shakspere at all. For
the story of a play is the very part that is not his,
but it is a legend of some old chronicle or a chapter
of history.
But perhaps the greatest hinderance to the mass
of Southern readers in gaining a loving and inti
mate acquaintance with our greatest poet is that
they hold themselves too much aloof from him.
Even a great many good students of literary art
will not come into the same loving communion with
this greatest master as they do with their own fa
vorite novelists and poets. You can find men any
where that have a deep personal love for Thackeray,
for Charlotte Bronte or for Tennyson; but it is rare
that the readers of Shakspere have any thing of the
same feeling for him. We are too apt to regard
him as a black-guard of genius. Now this frame of
mind, I am persuaded, cannot lead one into a deep
insight into his wonderful work. Whatever may
be said of some things in his work that we might
well wish away, yet this man with his gigantic in
tellect seized on all the problems of life that tor
comes to know Shakspeare’s men 1 hd women. For
I feel that these are they that I/may know and
walk with always. They are notf s others that suf
fer changes of time and death.' For genius has
breathed the briath of immortality into them, and
they cannot die. Millions of men after me will
will find joy in these, as millions before me have
found, and will have them for their friends even as
I have them now. W. H. P.
OFF HAND TALKS.
By Slim Jim.
NO. I.
Hard Times.
Just now the times are impenetrably dense.
Even the frisky dentist looks down in the mouth.
And the indigo merchant looks decidedly blue.
A general rupture of banks has left many people
bankrupt.
A young man should not think of settling down
at this season of the year. He had better think of
settling up, and then if he has enough left to settle
down on, he may regard himself-as pariicularly for
tunate.
Money is so scarce that if we happen to get a
piece in our hands we look upon it as some rare cu
riosity.
It is not much'use for the Government to is
sue many millions of their new silver dollars, unless
it is the intention to distribute them gratuitously.
They tell us money is very “close” just now, but
it isn’t close enough for me to r.ach any of it.
I only wish it was.
If my memory serves me right, the last dollar I
saw was a greenback.
It belonged to another man, but he was showing
it to me, and telling me how to detect counterfeit
notes.
This was very ridiculous.
A canvasser must be thoroughly reckless to try
to sell a counterfeit detector in these times.
Nobody wants to buy a thing he will have no oc
casion to use.
It is all very well to advise people to pay as they
go, but if we were all obliged to do that, a great
many of us wouldn’t go.
If things continue in this way, I am afraid the
time will come when I shall not be able to recog
nize money when I see it.
It has already gone so far that I don’t recognize
mv credit ors.
However I havn’t forgot that ten dimes make one
dollar.
And that ten dollars make one—shout for joy
when he gets his fingers curled around them.
The richest man this season is the fellow whose
word is as good as his bond.
If he is a very wordy individual his income must
be enormous.
Words are about the only bond I have been able
to get, so far.
Ten dollar bonds are well enough for capitalists,
but Secretary Sherman should issue something low
enough for poor folks to subscribe for.
Married men don’t mind the hard times so much
or their own account, but they hate to be a burden
on their wives.
Especially when their wives are disposed to snatch
them ball-headed whenever they come home with
empty pockets.
No man wants a business woman to grab him by
the ha r more than once in a lifteime.
Neither do I.
I admit that I hate to see my wife working so
hard to make a living for the family; but then some
body has got do it.
And what are wives for anyhow ?
Everything is cheap nowadays—that is one glo
rious consolation.
Jones, who keeps the corner grocery, told me yes
terday that he had put his potatoes down to five
cents a peck.
I -hould have bought a peck only I didn’t haye
the five cents just then.
And there is still another consolation—I am not
bothered by income tax.
Except when Lot accidentally leaves some carpet
tacks on my chair, which he does very regularly of
late.
Such income tacks are very annoying.
I sat down on one this morning, and though it
proved to be scarcely a quarter of an inch long, I
could hardly realize that it didn’t come out at the
top of my head.
Lot is entirely too smart for this world.
I don’t think he will live long.
He certainly won’t if he provokes me much four
ther.
These hard times are just as pressing on some
people as they are on others, and even more so.
They are times that try men’s soles.
Especially those of the tramp.
Men have nothing to do and they do it.
It is a pathetic right to see an able-bodied man
sitting in the backdoor, smoking his wooden pipe
and dreamily watching the sylph-like movements
of his wife as she chases a red flannel shirt up and
down the washboard.
Yet it is a very common one.
My neighbor can testify to that.
But I try to make myself useful about the house
and always offer to lend my valuable assistance
when there is a pleasant task on hand.
Such as eating dinner, reading the newspaper,
thrashing Lot, and showing my wife how certain
things should be done.
Mrs- B. induced me to bottle some blackberry
wine for her the other day.
She thought there was enough to fill ten large
bottles, but when I got through I showed her that
all the wine went into two bottles very easily.
She gets some one else to bottle her wine.
That shows how much confidence she has in hu
man hature.
Even the smallest of earthly creatures are affect
ed by the hard times.
Bed bugs that have been in our house for years,
and never complained of a lack of fare, are now-
leaving, because we havn’t blood enough in our
veins to furnish them with a decent lunch.
We hate to see them go, but we can offer them no
inducements to stay.
Hoping there will be an end of this somewhere,
at some time or other, ami that our pocket-books
will fatten up before another year rolls round.
I am yours in debt,
Slim Jim.
Movements in Southern Society.
If reports are true, but few single maidens will
be found in Cuthbert after a few months. Our
young people appear to have unanimously resolved
to quit the state of single blessedness by pairing off.
A good idea.
On the eighth of May there was a fancy dress
ball in Hawkinsville by the pupils of Miss Thomp-
sons’s dancing class. One of the prettiest young
ladies of that city represented the Queen in the cor
onation scene.
Mr. J. C. Slorah and Miss Clara B. Culver, of
Henry county, Alabama, were married at the Kim
ball House, Atlanta, on the 23d ult.
Mr. Speight Baldwin, of Dawson, was married
to Miss Mary Dozier, of the same city, on the 23d
inst.
A mirriage in high life took place at the First
Methodist church, in Atlanta, on the 30th ult.
Mr. Will Austell, a young merchant of Atlanta,
married Miss Idolene Lochrane, daughter of the
distinguished Judge Lochrane of the same city.
The fair bride wore white silk en traine. The floral
decorations were very tasteful.
A romantic Gretna Green match was that made
by Miss Mattie Phillips, of Atlanta, last week.
She met Mr. Leo Myers, of Augusta, at Decatur,
by appointment, was there married by Rev. Mr.
Frazier and went off to diiijusta, sending a tele
gram back to the lady’s parents to relieve their
anxiety and to beg their forgiveness.
The ladies of the Memorial association return
thanks to Mr. W. J. Houston, general passenger
agent of the Air-Line railroad, for kindness in do
nating tiekets. They also return thanks and ap
preciate the liberality of Messrs. Scoville, Selden
& Co., proprietors of the Kimball House, for the
magnificent style in which they entertained Gen
eral Lee, the memorial orator, while a guest in the
city.
Tuesday night at the hall over the corner of
Whitehall and Peters streets, the choral society,
under the management of Mr. C. C. Guilford,
gave a pleasant concert. The opening May-day
chorus was beautifully executed with well trained
voices. Then followed a violin and piano duet, in
which Professor Munger and Miss Guilford pleased
the audience. “Oh, Restless Sea,” was sung by
Mrs. Simp«on and Messrs. Haskins and Safford.
Professor Munger performed a “fantasie humor"
esque” on the violin in excellent style.
Mrs. Pendleton, Mrs. Gross, Mr. Dodd and Mr.
Hudson made a delightful quartette and sang “Eve
ning.” Messrs. Guilford, Lawson and Haskins
sang “Three Blind Mice,” and were heartily en
cored. Miss Simpson and Mrs. Morris sang “Holy
Mother,” a lovely duet. “The Soldier’s Farewell,”
by the quartette, Messi-s. Rainwater, Lawson, Saf
ford and Hineman, was a fit conclusion to a fine
programme. The beautiful Shoninger piano was
used and its sweet tones were enjoyed by all who
heard it.
After the concert there was a pleasant social
hop, which was continued a couple of hours. Mr.
Guilford has the choral society in excellent trim,
and its entertainments are very pleasant.
Catharine Cole, a lively writer of society letters
for the New Orleans Times, writes amusingly of
the rehearsing of an amateur entertainment in that
city, given for sweet charity’s sake; “You do not
seem to have been at the Sleeping Beauty rehear-
s ils. Marie has, and she tells me all about them;
about Queen Titania and t’other ones; how Titania
has an Olympe dress to the tune of three hundred
and fifty dollars, and t’other one a train four yards
long. I hear that Queen Rex VI has sent all her
splendid regalia with her compliments to her sister,
Queen Rex I, begging her to honor her by wearing
them on this occasion. There are some droll little
incidents that happen at these rehearsals. It is
hard to get in, however; each performer has a vis
iting card of the lady managers, with the word
“admit one” printed on the back. Marie was pass
ing there, and seeing ladies going in with visiting
cards, thought her own might pass muster, and it
did, if it did not have the open Sesame on it. The
doorkeeper was not versed in visiting cards, and
one was as good as another to him. She heard one
piquante little fairy refusing to give the infant
princess beauty, because she had none to spare.
What mock modesty! as if she thought it! What
advantageous semi obscure corners these rehearsals
afford for love making; what repeated calls and
worrying hunts take place for a missing actor.
Poor Brown has hard work to keep them up to
time. The other night the whole corps were in
dire distress; it was growing late near last car
time and the prince had to lay his heart in the last
scene at the feet of the princess. He could not
make up his mind where his heart was! Some one
suggested that he might find it in the stage box
marked “private”—the box, not the heart, I mean
—for everybody knows his heart is public property
—as it has been banded around so often.
PERSONALS,
What People are Doing and Saying
all over the World.
Adelina Patti is said to be worth $3,000,000.
Edwin Booth has fixed upon New York as his
permanent home.
Tiie first attempt made to assassinate the Czar o
Russia was in 1866.
Miss Mary Anderson is winning golden honors at
the Academy of Music, Brooklyn.
The Prince Imperial has reached Zululand and
taken the field with the relief column.
Mrs. Christiancy, wife of the minister to Peru, is
very ill at the home of her parents in Washington.
Queen Victoria has sent an autograph reply to
the Peop’e’s letter of welcome and congratulation,
acknowledging the missive of His Holiness.
Hon. J. R. Tucker, of Virginia, has had his eyes
operated upon for cataract, at Baltimore.
“Poor Carlotta” has been removed to the Chateau
of Boufanfc near Brussels, and seems pleased with
the place.
It is stated that a little girl at Lewistown, Penn.,
has committed the whole of the New Testament to
memory. It is hardly probable that she will live
to grow up and marry a coachman.
August Belmont, the New York banker, is recov
ering from the injuries he received by being thrown
from his carriage by a grocery wagon, but he was
not able to appear in court yesterday against the
driver, whose carelessness caused the accident."
The anniversary of the death of the famous Span
ish satirist Cervantes was celebrated in New York
on the evening of the 23d ult., by a performance at
the Union League Theatre. The proceeds are to be
paid into the fund which is being raised far the
proposed Cervantes monument in Central Park.
The Athens Chronicle relates the following :—
“When Miss Herndon, in reciting the “Raven”
threw open the imaginary windows and bid the
raven enter, an old bat very opportunely flew from
behind (he scenes almost into her uplifted arms.
It brought down the house.”
John Brown, Jr., the son of his Pa., who, it wilj
be remembered danced on nothing in the neighbor
hood of Harpers’s Ferry, about nineteen years ago,
announces his intention of volunteering his services
for rescuing the colored race of the South. He
says the time has come for another grand rescue of
negroes. He ought to be made to eat a couple of
toasted negroes every morning for his matutinal
repast.
Alluding to Bill Arp’s chat with the Macon peo
ple, the Macon Telegraph says ; “The whole lecture
abounded in humor peculiar to the great Georgia
hnmorist, which won smiles and expressions of ap
proval at very frequent intervals from the audi
ence, and when a passage of fine sentiment or beau
ty blossomed into view amid its sprightly surround
ings of humor the appreciation of the audience was
not wanting,land displayed itself in hearty applause.
Col. Selleis'appeared in a new role at Auburn
N. Y., on Tuesday. He had played there the night
before in “My Son,” and the troupe were just about
leaving their hotel when one of the members got
into a dlkpu^ewltli the landlord that ended in blows.
Mr. Raymond came to his associates relief, and re"
ceived a blow in the left eye from the landlord,
which made him so mad that he went to his room,
got his cane and returned the blow with it. Then
the landlord had him arrested, but the matter was
finally settled without a trial.
The newspapers which conspicuously describe
how Senator Wade Hampton tramped heavily up
the main aisle of the Senate chamber to the Vice-
President’s desk to take the oath of office, “clad
from head to foot in a suit of rebel gray,” make but
little reference to the commendable and conserva
tive speech which the same Senator delivered at
Charlotte, N. C., while on his way to Washington
“I am going,” he said “to represent my people in
the national counc l. I trust that while I shall nev
er forget that I am a Soul hern man, I shall always
recollect that I am an American Senator ; that I
shall be able to subordinate partisan spirit to the
bringing about of that reconciliation which we all
so ardently desire and need. ”
Kentucky has been highly honored by the ap
pointment of Dr. J. Lawrence Smith, of Louisville,
to a membership in the National Academy of Sci
ence at Paris, France. He was appointed to fill the
vacancy occasioned by the death of Sir Charles
Lyell, of England.
Dr. Eggleston has dramatized ‘Pilgrims’Progress.’
Bishop Fitzpatrick has been prelate of Boston for
thirty five years.
A London newspaper furnishes the curious and
surprising statement that 1SS5 out of 5241 shares in
a new brewery company in Sheffield are held by
English clergyman.
Jeff. Davis had his pocket-knife sharpened the
other day, and certain Republican journals imme
diately declared that the South was preparing for
a new rebellion.
Victoria Woodhull is a Sunday-school teacher in
London. Well, if she is, she has some axe to grind,
and you may be sure of it.
A sister of the late George Peabody, Mrs. Judith
Peabody Daniels, died on Saturday, at Georgetown;
aged eighty years.
Count Andrassy, who is known to be very close
about politics, was lately asked by a Viennese jour
nalist who had interviewed him for twenty minutes
without getting anything worth putting in his pa
per out of the chancellor, “What is the difference
between your excellency and myself ?” Answer.
“Whilst your excellency who knows so much will
tell nothing, I who know nothing must tell so
much.”
Dr. Thomas E. Jenkins, of Louisville, the best
known chemist in the State and one of the most
prominent scientists in the country, died last Sun
day night.
Charles S. Bradley. Bussey Professor of Law at
Harvard, has resigned his position. His successor is
Mr. James Barr Ames, a graduate of the University
ten years ago.
The Rev. Joseph Cook has been reading W- D.
Howell’s “Lady of the Aroostook,” and approves as
follows: “This is an exceedingly fine little book.
I was first reading it on the cars and I have mam-
aged to find myself very well entertained. I have
read it half through this afternoon. It is a very
good picture of the right kind of an American girl.
She treated those fellows just right, I think. I do
not often indulge in such light reading. ”
Mr. A. Bronson Alcott has given up Transcend
entalism and come out for Trinity and the Atone
ment.