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ATLANTA, GEORGIA, MAY 31. 1879.
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The Darien Ship Canal.—The Dream
about to' be Realized.--The great engineering
problem of the age—the construction of a ship ca
nal across the isthmus of Darien is now in a fair
way of having a practical solution. By invitation
of Ferdinand de Lessups—the famous engineering
genius who projected and carried out the plan of
the Suez Canal—an international congress of en
gineers has assembled at Paris to decide upon the
most feasible plan for piercing the American isth
mus, uniting the two great oceans and affording to
ships, who have hitherto been forced to turn the
flank of the Continent, a short passage of forty or
fifty miles. It is a stupendous enterprise and quite
overshadows by its magnitude and difficulty that
French triumph of engineering—the Suez Canal.
For here we must tunnel the Cordilleras and pierce
its rocky back bone, in a country too where fever
and heat and floods unite to oppose labor and where
workmen cannot be had from the country round as
at Suez, but must be transported to the place. But
it is estimated that though it cost two hundred mil
lions of dollars, the canal will pay for itself in a few
years by its benefit to commerce, the saving in re
duced insurance, interest on cargoes, wear and tqar
of ships, freight money, wages, provisions, ete.,
o.movmtb«£ to forty-flight million dnjljvr* -j p t
ally to the three nations (France, England and the
United States) concerned in the construction of the
passage. As a single instanoe of the saving in dis
tance, the canal would shorten the rout from New
York to San Francisco—fourteen thousand miles.
While greatly benefiting Eurojje, the most impor
tant service rendered by the Canal would be to our
own country, which it would put, says a report,
“in the centre of the world’s commerce.” It is but
fair, that the greatest benefit should accrue to the
United States, for it was through the enthusiasm,
the persistence and the personal exertions of our
countryman, Mr. Kelley of New York, that the
idea of a canal across the isthmus was kept alive,
promulgated and put before the authorities of
America and Europe in a tangible and plausible
shape. With a wonderful singleuess of purpose, he
has given his life and his large fortune to the car
rying out of this dream of his youth, first inspired
by reading Humboldt’s Central America, in which
the great traveler expresses his belief in the possi
bility of a water passage across the isthmus. Mr.
Kelley fitted out and accompanied numerous ex
ploring expeditions across the isthmus and becom
ing convinced that a ship canal without locks could
be made by the aid of the Truando and Atrato riv
ers, he laid his plans before President Pierce and
suggested international assistance. Only Mr. Jef
ferson Davis, the secretary of war, however, gave
ear to this proposition, and Mr. Kelly sought en
couragement across the water. In England he was
fully endorsed by the great engineer Stephens and
by De Lessups himself, and promised assistance by
Lord Palmerston, provided Ft ance and the United
States would give their aid to the undertaking.
Going to Fi ance, Mr Kelley found the wide awake
and ambitious mind of Louis Napoleon open to his
scheme. Indeed the French Emperor had himself
written and published (while in prison at Ham) a
pamphlet on the isthmus project with a plan
of a Nicaragua Canal. Failing to secure gov
ernmental aid in his own country however, and
coming to the end of his large fortune, Mr. Kelley
was forced to abandon his hydraulic dream, though
he continued to infect others with his enthusiasm
and to urge the importance of the undertaking.
At last it has come to a head, the three great gov
ernments favor the Darien Ship Canal, eminent en
gineers unite their brains in planning its mode of
construction, and moneyed men in Europe and in
this country prepare to back it with their millions.
A society is formed of which General Turr is pres
ident and the bold engineer and genius, De Lessup,
and the indefatigable and scientific explorer, Wyse,
are leading spirits. It may therefore be safely in
ferred that the Cordilleras will be pierced by a ten
mile tunnel, and an enterprise begun, which
will be, says the Edinburgh Review, “the mightiest
event in favor of the peaceful intercourse of na
tions, which the physical circumstances of the globe
present to the enterprise of man.” *
EDITORIAL CORRESPONDENCE.
Florida in May-The Cumberland Ronte—
Fairs and Ferns—Florida Enterprise —
Florida Election Trials, etc.
Why do winter visitors to Florida take leave be
fore the advent of May? The land ij then at its
lovliest; the weather halcyon, strawberries in
lucious perfection, and magnolias and water lillies
starring the green woods and still waters.
Going by the rapid, promptly connecting and
commodious “Cumberland Route,” via Brunswick,
by steamer to Fernandina, anti across by rail to
Jacksonville, one gets all’ the beauty of sea and
shore at this balmy season. Whirled along from
Macon to the “city of the matchless harbor” in a
luxurious railway carriage, you look out at the
changing country, growing more level and open
till there comes a salty flavor in the air, the pal
metto lifts its green fans, white birds hover
over the marshes like fragments of April clouds,
and the bay breaks into sight and the city to
which it gives name, is seen sitting in the lap of
great evergreen oaks. The steamer—the white and
jaunty Florence—waits puffing by the wharf, polite
Captain Brock (all the officers on the Cumberland
line are pinks of courtesy) stands ready to hand you
upon her decks, and you are soon ploughing the
green waves of the “inland passage” to Fernandina,
the vessel threading her foamy path between green
islands and along verdant lines of coast, keeping
away from the sea-sicky billow* that heave farther
out, affording tine views of the interesting points on
the coast; the old historic fort of Dungenness, the
beautiful Cumberland island with its tree-shadowed
vistas, the snowy spiral of the light-house, the mil
itary fort with its black-mantled, silent guns, the
quarantine station with its yellow flag afloat aud
a vessel with Yellow Jack aboard lying sullenly out
a mile from shore.
Fernandina—old and new—with its qnaint build
ings, churches, college and cathedral is worth lin
gering over, particularly if it is as gay as we found
it with the agricultural fair going on, balls or moon
light excursions at night and pic-nics to Dungen-
nessand other romantic points in theday. The pret
tiest tiling at the Fair (except the Fernandina girls
—dark-eyed houris with lips crimson as the pome-
granite blooms they wear) was a collection of ferns
- every variety of this plant of the frond-like foliage
clustering together in graceful, natural-looking
groups and in the midst ot them a pretty marble
statuette of the “fisher girl.”
“Ef here aint Paradise and mother Eve without
a fig leaf to her name !” was the comment of an
inteliiee t(?) visitor, probably a first cousin to the
individual who. pointing to a dimpled cupid in a
lady’s drawing room, asked pensively if it was a
“statute of her deceased infant.”
A wide stretch of lonely country lies between
Fern and in a and Jacksonville. The easy comfort
of the car* reconcile* one to the ride, but it is a
pleasant break in the monotony of sighing pine
fore*ts, when there is an occasional turpentine
farm, or an interminable train of lumber cars upon
a switch: twenty-threel counted in one long sinuous
line, each one piled with thegreat, beheaded trunks
of the pine monarclis—a forest upon wheels! A
carry-log—a thing with two immense wheels and
lour or live yokes of panting oxen attached, drags
these logs one by one from the woods, where they
have been cut, and piles them upon each other at
the railway station, ready to be transported to the
mills where they are sawed into lumber for home
use or transportation. The level open country,
where it is not all marsh and palmetto, is covered
with tender young grass aud one marvels where are
the flocks of cattle that should roam here. Very
. .. - *iAu>C o.r.n,. ., v j, h
^iifaVrtwed esgrt’•••■<**’«'* *n /•“V 1 ffljpoefwioa,.
Yet the land, poor us it looks,^s productive and
when a settler has had the energy to clear a small
patch and fence it with the frailest conceivable
arrangement of unharked pine poles, the luxuriant
look of the potatoes, corn or cabbages lie has plant
ed seems amply to reward the small exertion.
As you near Jacksonville, you see that the steril
ity must be only apparent, for here are flourishing
graperies and orangeries crowned ljy handsome
residences; the grape vines clasping hands along
lines ot wires, stretched from pole to pole and form
ing continuous green arbors, whose blossoms load
the air with perfume. An arch, near the railway .
side, lettered “Honey Mooa Nursery.” advises j-ou [
that here is the somewhat famous villaof tlieeecen- |
sip with comments on the late bills and speeches
in Congress.
The handsome building erected by Astor is quite
an ornament to Jacksonville. Northern capital
and enterprise have done much for the portion of
Florida.
The multiformlresources of the country, are being
evjived by the thrifty Yankee. Curiosity shops,
containing every thing Floridian, from a string of
sea beans, to a live alligator, confront one every
where; the various industrial enterprises are thri
ving; the marmalade factory near Jackson' ille util
izes hundreds of bushels of sour oranges: the Fer
nandina factory for converting palmetto into paper
lias proved a success; the manufacture of starch
from the Cassava promises to be a lucrative indus
try; there isan attempt lately set on foot by a com
pany to convert the cypress into cork for commer
cial use; the manufacture of Florida jewelry from
sea beans, shells, fish scales and alligator ivory is
carried on by wholesale, while the . exportation of
fruits and vegetables is a vast and increasingly
profitable business. Then there is the sponge trade
and the coral trade, and further South, near Manatee
and Cedar Keys, there is a profitable business with
the Indians, who bring bird*, and quantities of
bird plumage, pure white or rose tinted feathery or
floating aud suitable for fans or hat decorations.—
There, yet nearer the equatorial line, are cultivated
the mote tropical fruits, plantains, mangroves,
amarinds, papaws, and the rapidly growing guava
with its brownish, unpleasantly smelling fruit, that
yet gives ussucli a delicious jelly.
Yet in spite of thi* development of rich resources
in the eastern and southern portions? of the slat *,
the garden spot it seems to us, is middle Florida,
the counties of Leon, Gadsden, and Jefferson, where
the country is picturesquely rolling; building sites
high and healthy; bottom lands level and fertile;
pasturage fine t hrough winter and summer; the or
ange a freer grower; cotton, a bale to thejacre, with
out the costly and villainously smelling guano;
where the heat and the mosquitoes are moderate;
the ague comes never, or “hardly ever,” and the
beautiful lakes and streams abound with fish and
waterfowl. *
EDITORIAL BREVITIES.
“It is time the women of this country were be
ginning to learn the lesson of self-support,” says the
Fernandina Republican. That editor is behind the
times, the women have learned how to support them
selves long ago; what’s bothering them now is how
to support their husbands. *
“Celeste, my dear, why did you slight poor Mr.
Brown in that way ?”
“Why, brother, didn’t you tell me when I asked
you about him, that he was a fellow of the blackest
dye ?”
“Yes, but the dye was on his whiskers, not his
character.” * *
Mr. Hayes seems to be as handy with his bill as
with his veto. The papers tell us thas he kissed
forty-six girls in a Maryland College the other day.
What fondness for oscillatory exercise that forty-
six^nmst have ! After this performance, the old
woman who kissed the cow no longer seems an ec
centric character. *
Conductor Boyd, of the Atlanta and Covington
accommodation train, polite as Crichton and faith
ful to his post as Casabianca, was lured off duty for
the first time in five years this week. The demor
alizing pic nic season did it—together with a widow
and her three pretty daughters. The Constitution
says that the latest intelligence is that the widow
cantured ^»n eelBoyd, and the girls
seven turtles, fi/Oa catfish, three perch and bad
colds. *
I want to be a toady
And with the toadies trot,
At the heels of some big noodle
That has fat office got.
I’d stuff him for his speeches
And write him roundly up,
And take pay in cast-off breeches
And the heel-taps of his cup.
He was a printer, “out of a regular job,” but
cheerful as a crow in planting time. Knowing
trie but talented Col. L. A. Hardee, known through I that we had a warm place in our heart for all the
the papers as “Concussion Hardee,” (a letter from
Paris from a distinguished French scientist, was
superscribed Monsieur Concussion Honey Moon
Hardee). It will repay you to alight and inspect the j do we asked .
orangery, albeit now shorn of its golden honors, '
typo fraternity, ha came in to be congratulated.
It was nine day.; old, and a boy.
“But you have six others, what are you going to
U. S. Home and Dower Association.—We
recently cslled on Col. E. A. Whitcomb, the mana-
f erofthe Gulf Department of the United States
tome and Dower Association whose handsome of
fice Is at 28 Walk St, and made some inquiries con
cerning the workings of that corporation. The
chief object, we learn, is the issue of certificates for
annuities or Dower payable at the age of maturity
on children and the loaning of money for lone
times at a low rate of interest.
When taking in to consideration the popular
plans presented by the association and the almost
usurous rate of interest heretofore paid for money
in the South, we think it advisable to all who con
template borrowing, to call on, or correspond with
Col. Whitcomb, who will take pleasure in explain
ing in detail, the modus operandi.
The Gulf Department comprises some eight states
and under the management of Col. Whitcomb, is!
we are glad to state, doing an excellent business,
and we commend it to the favorable consideration
of the public.
the last oranges having been gathered to grace the
late wedding of the Colonel’s eldest daughter, when |
three hundred guests enjoyed the hospitality of
Honey Moon. There are several thousand bearing
trees aud a million young ones in the nursery, con
sisting of the sweet •range budded upon the sour
wild stock, thus forming the most vigorous and
prolific tree. Col. Hardee finds the hardiest and
best sweet variety to be the “Happy-Go-Lucky,’>
believed to be an indigenous orange, found growing
wild some where in South Florida. There is plenty
of other fruit at Honey Moon, but the orange is the
specialty. There are oranges growing everywhere
over the broad acres among the wild flowers and
grass, which are now being cleared away, however,
and the trees fertilized, for, says Col. Hardee: “The
orange tree is a lover of rich food and, though it will
grow on poor soil, will le'urn you golden thanks
for furnishing richer nutriment.”
At Col. Hardee's hospitable home, his kinsman,
Hon. Noble Hull, Democratic Congressman, was
stopping, awaiting the result of the “election trials,”
still going on in Jacksonville and threatening to
unseat Mr. Hull among others, if it is decided that
the November elections were fraudulent as alleged.
One of those upon the anxious bench concerning
his contested office (a rather small one) said to us
smilingly that he felt like the old darkey who went
one night to steal a goose, and was first thwarted
by a dog that barked at him and tried his teeth in
his leg, at the next attempt he was butted by a
billy goat, and at the third, just as he was rea-hing
for the goose,a loud clap of thunder shook the stable.
The disgusted darkey hobbled away, muttering'
“mighty big fuss about one poor old tough goose,
anyhow.”
The election fraud trials progress slowly, new
arrests are occasionally made, and new witnesses
for the United States (usually negroes) are con
stantly summoned away from their farm-work, so
pressing just now. Consequently grass grows, and
so do Government expenses and taxes. The ex\
penses of the prisoners are paid by the Government
only until they can give bond, when they or their
securities must foot the bills. Some of the counties
have generously contributed funds to defray the
expenses of their Commissioners and other citizens
detained by this untimely trial, and several emi
nent lawyers of the city—among them Col. Hart-
ridge and Walker—have tendered their services
gratuitously to defend the prisoners.
No one deplores the matter more than Gov. Drew
—a calm, firm, conservative-minded gentleman, to
whose excellent commou-sen6e views on the polit
ical situation we listened with interest. He had
just returned from Washington, where he had been
anxiously watching the action of Congress in what
he regards as a most momentous session—involving
a crisis that could only be controlled by the firm
and united action of the Democratic representation.
If these but this is not a political letter, though
“Oh ! it will soon be blackberry time. I’ll take
’em down in the country, and bell ’em and turn
’em loose.” *
The Connecticut “Solid North” is a very “suck
ing dove” of peace and good will. It says: “Jeff
Davis would not grace the floor of the United States
Senate half so well as he would the gallows-
“If the law against treason had been enforced,
should we see a rebel in Congress in power to-day ?
What was the law enacted for, if it is not to be re
garded l Let the South beware; it is not too late
yet. No statute of limitations can save traitors.”
Just think of this; and after all that flood of
(prize) poetical “gratitude to the North” that South
ern versifiers poured out last fall. As for our own
share in that flood aforesaid, we feel free to confess
that we meant “them sentiments” in a Pickwickian
sense. *
Thomas Jefferson Jones has lately gone into pol
itics. He has made a speech, subscribed for two
political papers and bought a stove pipe hat. Ev
idently he is feeling out for an office. Yesterday,
at a Sunday school picnic, he had “made a few re
marks” and looked so dignified that his neighbor
Smith approached him with timidity, though burn
ing for information on political questions.
“Mr. Jones,” said the old gentleman meekly,
•‘don’t you think Grant is bound to be the man, the
Radical party runs next time» The papers are
pulling him a mighty sight already.”
“I don’t know, uncle Silas, really I can’t say yet,”
said the political aspirant. “I see more mention
made of H. M. S. Pinafore now than any other
man. I shouldn’t wonder if he was the nominee.”
“Pinafore! I don’t seem to recollect him. Who
is he ?” asks uncle Silas.
“Why, he’s—he’s the—secretary of the navy of
course. ”
“To be sure, to be sure. Well, a man will drap
behind the times that has a big family to support
on a one horse farm.” *
The London Times says Queen Victoria left gold
en opinions behind her in Italy. She stopped and
talked to the olive wood workers and the washer
women. Jones says if that’s all, his wife is entitled
to “golden opinions,” for she talks to her washer
woman every week and jaws her too. *
Tbe Nanny Month for Monday Reading.—
We shall have this paper delivered at all railroad
points possibb on Saturday or Sunday morning, so
its patrons can have it for Sunday reading. A great
many people have no other day for reading.
LOVER’S LEAP.
BT MARY E. BRYAN.
“Pledge me in Death’s black wine.”
—Old Bablad.
Lover’s Leap is the name of a romantic spot in
the beautiful Rose Hill Cemetery of Macon, where
tbe wild ivy mantle of the steep river bank sud
denly gives place to a group of gray rocks that jut
ontover the Ocinulgee flowing darkly below. The
grounu behind rises in steep natural terraces, aud
the gloom of the thick growth and the silence (in
tensified by the dull roar of a distant mill or water
fall,) give the idea of the most perfect seclusion.
Standing here, I picked up an odd souvenir of such
a spot—the head of a glass bottle with the green
seal of‘‘Widow Cliquot” upon it. On this, I built
the following fauev;
The tide of the river flows dark as death,
Where the shelving banks the rays eclipse
And the winds in the laurels hold theirbreath
And behind lie the dead in their marble crypts,
(Cold in the silence of hoary shade:)
And the roar ot the distant city’s tide
Is drowned in the sound of the hoarse cascade,
While the sunset's pageant—purple, wide
Rests on the rim of the western hill.
Ranee, in the face of its solemn light
Do you dare this glass with wine to fill,
And bid me drink to our parting night?
Here, as we stand on the shelving rock.
While the river gurgles with greedy lips
To know that a stop or a sudden shock
Would send us down to its black eclipse?
With the dead back there, and the sunset here,
And the deep death wooing me down below,
Do you dare with never a prayer or tear,
To say “we are parting. I must go.
There is another claims my life,
A love that is fruitful as summer rain,
Ours is barren, and marred with strife
And dashed with fever, and crossed with pain.
Forget it; be it a dream to you now,
Tear it away from your life-this dream
As I tear the moss from this laurel bough,
And to<s it upon the darklin t stream.
Drink to love’s passing—in this champagne
That types it well, beaded and gay,
But dim and stale if it long remain-
Drain it—and fling the glass away.
Forget: Sing still the songs of your laud,
Soaring soul that I’ve held for an hour,
Like a wild bi”d in my prisoning hand;
I loose you; go with your glorious dower.”
You can say this, with yonr lips; your eye*
That hold all the light of the world to me?
Well; there’s no call for reproach or for sight,
They would but weary you. Let it he.
I drink to the end of a dream, but stay—
Let me look once more on you. beautiful dream,
Eyes of purple and blue and gray,
Locks like ihe sunlit forest stream,
Mouth— oh ! shapeliest aud sweetest mouth,
Where did you learn that subtle art
To smile with the tenderness of the South,
To curl in scorn that mu^t bre.-;k the heart ?
Press no more kisses on mine, proud lip,
My heart aches full of their memory now;
And I must sinile as i lightly sip
This wine of parting. Never a vow
This parting breaks, there was never a pledge
To bind us; only love flowed free,
As the river under this dizzy ledge;
And so free are you from all claim from me.
And I ? oh, 3'es. Iam free; the bird
You held in your hand, you have loosed you say
To soar and sing as of old, a„d be heard
Above love's mists in a higher day.
^ Ak jn#vt)ie shape of the wing^tryljJig song
La.o oeen'itcBiIrdea’ rdo' ii/v;.-. . prisoning
hand,
Freedom is idle and life is long
And death seems aspring in a desert land,
Sweeter to feverish lips than wine
So I cannot drink your*, I pour it down
Amber-bright in the sunset shine,
Into the waters. Do not frown
I will pledge farewell in a darker drink—
Nepenthe’s poppied Tartarean dye—
Quaffed on a darker river’s brink ;
For I could not lose you aud live. Good-bye.
Show It To The People.—We earnestly request
everybody to show everybody a copy of the new
oue, visiting Florida can hardly help catching the , bunny South; and everybody should get everybody
political Itch, fqr the Floridians discuss politics in to subscribe for it at once. We must have everybod-
and out of season; even the ladles spicing their gos- J y’s name on our books. Let ns hear from you.
Mixed Relations.
Stranger than Fiction - An Abandoned Wife Resid-
ingfor Many Years in the Same House with
her Truant Husband and his Par
amour,
Vincennes Indiana, special to the Cincinnati En
quirer: “At this particular time our neighboring
county of Sullivan revels in a decided sensation, the
particulars of which render it one of the most dis
gusting affairs thar, has ever come to light in south
ern Indiana. The knowledge that his crime was on
tbe eve of exposure fully justifies Dr Baldridge’s ac
tion in joining the vast horde of .carpetbaggers with
which this country is afflicted. For twenty-five
years has Dr. John H. Baldridge resided in Jackson
township, Sullivan count}-, where he has been held
in the highest estimation by his fe low-men. His
practice was extensive, besides which he took an
active interest in religious matters, and was one of
the pillars of the Presbyterian church. The story,
as it has been given to the public, makes known the
alleged fact that the woman who, for twenty-five
years has passed as his wife, was not legally such.
When a young man, Dr. Baldridge married a young
and beautiful girl in one of the quiet little villages
in Ohio. It was on the occasion of one of this wife’s
periods of confinement that the woman who finally
usurped her name and position was called upon to
act in the capacity of nurse. Constant association
with the charming nurse soon alienated the doc
tor’s affections from his lawful wife, and ere long
their relations were detected by the invalid, who
forthwith entered objections to the proceedings.
The nurse was summarily dismissed, but the infatu
ated man de erted his sick wife and came straight
way to Sullivan county, where he has since resided
with his mistress. For more than ten years the
lawful wife was unaided by her perfidious husband.
At last,becoming needy,she wrote him for assistance.
Fearing an exposure Dr. Baldridge soon made ar
rangements to forever after keep her from want.
After considerable negotiating it was agreed that
Mrs. Baldridge should remove to Sullivan county
and take up her residence in her husband’s house,
passing herself off as a relict of his deceased brother.
The plan worked well so far as outside appearances
would indicate, and the wife was installed as com
panion to the woman who unlawfully bore her
name and held her position. A few years after
ward, probably ten years ago, Mrs. Baldridge, the
supposed widow, was wooed and won by Mr. T. F.
Curry, a well-known citizen and meighbor, who
had but a few months previous lost his wife by
death. Curry died a year ago, and, it is supposed,
was ignorant of the relations his wife bore to an
other man. There were no children by this mar
riage, although several were born of Mrs. Curry
the first. By his mistress, Baldridge had several
children, and wheu he ran away from Ohio he took
with him one or two, whom he had torn from the
arms of their unfortunate mother. Mrs. Curry in
herits the estate of her deceased husband, hue her
step-cffildren will contest the inheritence on the
grounds that she was not a lawful wife. The fear
that officers were after him so worked on Bald
ridge that he packed up his valise and left for parts
unknown.
Ida Liftchild, a beautiful child eleven years and
four months old, only child of Mr. George Liftchild,
of No. 14S Sterling place, Brooklyn, died under
peculiar circumstances. Ida, it appears, was at
play on the sidewalk, in company with other chil
dren, about five o’clock, when she remarked to one
of them: “O, I feel as if I was going to faint,” and
fell into the arms of her playmate. She was car
ried into the house, where she was attended by sev
eral physicians. She remained unconscious, how
ever, and died two hours afterward.
Thurman Tor Governor.
[Memphis Appeal.]
The Ohio Democrats in. Washington—in Congress and
oui of it—are doing all they can to force Thurman to be
their candidate for governor, with a view to his candi
dacy for the presidency. A few more days and we shall
know.
Excnrsions to Washington.
[Capital.]
Excursions are being organized in several places to
visit Washington while Congress is in session. A brass
hand, eight old maids, a minister, afatman, threeorfour
mothers, ten pair of lovers, a score of tired-looking chil
dren, fifteen or twenty lunch baskets a „ d a Sunday-school
banner is ail that is required to make up a "grand excur
sion to Washington.”
Hayes a Candidate.
[Philadelphia Chronicle.]
Senator Ben Hill, of Georgia, believes that Ilaves is in
training for the presidential nomination Stranger
things have happened. Hayes’s declaration at the ?>e-
ginning of the term that he would not he a canidate for
re-election goes for nothing. He has done many tilings
which he said he would not do, and left undone many
things which he said he would do. He will hike another
hitch at the presidency if he can get it.
The Ton Dollar Certificates.
[Capitol.]
When the hill collector goes around everybody groans
and complains of hard times, but still, crowds have
thronged to the cash-room of the Treasury, the I J ost-Of-
fice and other points every day to buy S10 certificates.
The speculators and hank agents employ men to buy for
them, as no one is allowed to purchase more than one
hundred dollars' worth at a time. At the Treasury yes
terday a colored boy. who had been entrusted with S100
by a speculator, dodged out of the line and disappeared.
Sherman the Rising Star.
[New York Sun.]
\\e learn from New England that the Sherman star is
rising and already shining brightly in the east. This is a
new and significant sign in favor of Ohio’s favorite son—
we an an the favorite son of Ohio on the Republican
side. Sherman is gaining rapidly, not only on account
..f his own strength hut from the weakness of Grant con
sequent upon the fears of the Republican leaders that
the people will not accept any man fora third term The
new- veto, whatever its late may he. will have a tendency
to strengthen Sherman. It imparts a new consequence
to the administration. Courage gives dignitv. Haves's
fight may be injudicious, and even desperate, hut'it is
iiidisputabij brave. The effect is to elevate in a party
point ot view the man in whom the administration is
personified, and that is John .Sherman. We ore in favor
01 the nomination of John Sherman as the Republican
candidate, snd we unhesitatingly offer to publish gratui
tously original letters from Mr. Evarts Mr Key Mr
Devens. and other members of the cabinet, as also’from
Mr. Hayes, Senator Colliding. Senator Blaine, Senator
hamoncis, &n<i other lending Republicans in his support.
Qnefm.of Italy.
She is a w oraan of great spirit. She stands bv her order
as piuuKiI) as did Mane Antoinette, of France, whom she
resell 1.lies in person and face. She has no idea of yield-
mg an inch ot her royal prerogatives. She is a Sabaudi-
enneas well as her husband by blood and character, and
is a fine representative of the ruling idea of Italian power
Winch has possessed the Savoy house ever since the
eleventh century, when the son of Humbert of the White
Hands married Adelaide, the heiress of Susa. She is a
true ro\al Sabamlienm* also in her virtue and honorable
name ter. 1 he royal women of her house have been
noted through centuries and centuries for spotless lives.
Queen Marguerite of Italy is likewise a woman of her
Ia\, and has all the versatility which characterizes her
sex ot this generation and which sweeps over so wide a
range oi subjects ami objects that it makes an old-fash-
>ncd woman breathless. The royal ladv of Italy takes
an interest in everything from the latest fashion to the
la^t Parliamentary • ichute or Ministerial squabble, from
Dilute to the last ‘‘Sonnet to Her Majestv,” from archae
ology to chiffons, from St Augustine to the last novel,
bhe reads a little of everything: laughs over Bret Hart©
ami Mark I wain andjdiseourses patlv and aptly upon
social science, “Shakespeare and the Musical Glasses,”
and lakes the trouble to cram herself for certain inter
views with literary celebrities.
I>r. Lostan mill tlie Doctors* Convention.
[Correspondent Macon Telegraph.]
I wanted, however, to pay a mtrited compliment to a
modest gentleman to whose tact and efficiency were due
beyond any other agency, the thoroughness of the ar
rangements for the accommodation of the doctors This
is no slight task. These distinguished physicians, repre-
sensing the scientific skill and progress of this continent,
constitute.! a body of guests that everv consideration of
good feeling and good sense demanded should be well
handled. To Dr. Joseph I*. Logan, who held the respon-
hiiblc place of chairman of the committee af arrangements
is due the msin credit of the admirable preparation for
the august association. And by the wav, the association
oootamfd UO man oj rjinje gmous, cuitire *,,..1 influence
than Dr. Logan. Take him all in all, I doubt if there is
in the u nion a nper physician. lie is a gentleman of
massive frame, finely proportioned, a fine open face and
of Thorougiy imbued with
unvarying dignity of manner.
the spirit of his profession, a laborious student fully nr
and constantly keeping up with the scientific progress ot
medicine in all its branches, with forty vears of full and
varied practice, with a moral character as blameless as a
Christian woman’s, with a broad philanthrope and pub
lic spirit, Dr. r.ogan isan honor alike to his calling and
Ins state. IDs standing among these famous doctors was
with the foremost. He delivered the speech of welcome
—a most eloquent and masterly address, warmly ap
plauded. J y
Williams Mimic A Co.
[Atlanta Constitution.]
There was considerable talk on the streets yesterdav on
the reported failure of Williams, Kirnie & Co of New
\ork. It turns out that there has real’v been no failure
hut that the firm has been disso’ved. ft is true thov have
lost considerable money, and Mr. Williams chose, ‘rather
than to lose more, to dissolve the firm, and .suffer for it
temporary embarrassment in their business. Mr Wil
liams went on from Charleston to New York about two
weeks ago, and it is thought here that he was not satis-
fied w ith the business there and hence took this course
to relieve himself from further loss. There is nota more
prosperous business man in the South than George W.
Williams. He is a native of Georgia, and his credit to
day all over the state is as good as our wealthiest corpora
tions. He is worth from two to three million*, and could
without a doubt have raised five times the amount said
to have been the indebtedness of Williams, JSirnie & Co.
V l ’ P ul ' ll(i “ 1,1 another column a dispatch from Mr. Wil
liams to Langston .t Crane of our citv. With all per
sons who know Mr. Williams this telegram will explain
the matter fully, and he a guarantee that there will lie
no loss Irom any one who has anything to do with the
late firm. Mr. Williams does a very large business in
Charleston and Atlanta, and his note is worth as much
here and in Charleston to-day as it ever was, and his
word was always as good as his bond.
A Bean til’ll I Story.
[Pittaburgh Telegraph. ]
A young man who had been on a three day’s debauch
wandered into the reading-room of a hotel where he was
well-known, sat down and stared moodily into the street.
Presently a little girl of about ten years came in and
looked timidly about the room. She was dressed in rags,
hut she had a sweet, intelligent face that could scarcely
fail to excite sympathy. There were five persons in the
room, and she went to each begging. One gentleman
gave her a five cent piece, and she then went to the gen
tleman spoken of and asked him fora penny, adding, "I
haven’t had anything to eat in a whole day.” Tin-gen
tleman was out of humor, and he said crossly: “Don’t
bother me; go away! I haven’t had anything to eat for
three days.” The child opened her eyes in shy wonder
and stared at him for a moment and then walked slowly
toward the door. She turned the knob, and then after
hesitating a few seconds, walked up to him, and gently
laying the five cents she had received on his knee, sail!,
with a tone of true girlish pity in her voice, “If you
haven’t had anything to eat for three (lays, you take this
and go and buy some bread. Perhaps I can get some
more somewhere.” The young fellow blushed to the
roots of his tiair, and lifting the Sister of Charity in his
arms kissed her two or three times in delight. Then he
took her to the persons in the room, and to those in the
corridors and the office, and told the story and asked con
tributions, giving himself all the moner he had with
him. He succeeded in raising over $40, and sent the lit
tle one on her way rejoicing.
Beecher's Love for (he South.
[N. Y. Mercury.]
Beecher has fallen in love with the Southern people.
He has just returned from a most remunerative trip,
having gone as far as Nashville and Memphis, and being
invited to visit New Orleans. Everywhere, he savs, an
ovation awaited him, and blushing to the evebrows, ami
in a voice resonant with affection, he declares: "So far
as I had an opportunity of judging, I love the Southern
people. vv hat a sudden conversion ! How pleasant it
ts to be successful! “Put money in thy purse,’ was en
joined upon his bretheren ivy Iago, and Beecher, pinning
the proverb to the lining of his pocket, went to the South
and despoiled those impoverished people of their small
change. \\ ho would not be a patriot and a very John of
love for $>00 find $500 per night for a single lecture! “I
only regret that I cannot stay longer with you,” he said
tearfully, gratefully, gushingly to the people of Nashville
and Memphis who flocked to hear his lecture. There
was a time when Beecher would have stayed a great deal
longer, hut the day has gone and the Plymouth Rocker
is happy. He is going back to the South, going really
•down South,” the next lecture season, afrermore money.
No more Shall Brother Shearman and the pious female
nock of Plymouth Church lie moved to part with their
team as Beecher recites some appalling wrong or pathetic
incident in “cruel” Southern life. He has found the
land of Canaan, flowing with milk and honey, and does
not look upon it from the top of Pisgah either. He can
n dvv revel in it. The Southerners, however, have crack
shots for all Davids who would seduce away from them
their Bathshebas. But Brother Beecher will steer clear
of such breakers. He is to be congratulated on his new
love for the South, and had he indulged in juleps and
cocktails it would doubtless be even greater than it is to
day.