Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page.

v?. 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.