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IX JUNE.
The sweet June roses hung In crimson clusters
Beside the wall, and nodded by the gate;
The clover blossoms shone in rose-red lustres
In the wide meadows, where, like kings in state,
The stately lillies lifted up .their chalice
To catch the dew that fell from heaven each night;
And in that Summer time I built a palace—
A stately palace, fair and snowy white.
A|thousand singing-birds were round my dwel
ling,
And flowers blossomed all the place about.
And all day long the birds' sweet songs were swel
ling,
And balmy odors on the breeze stole out,
Oh! I was happy in that golden summer,
And thought not once of sorrow that might be
Beside me on the morrow—a new-comer,
To steal my birds and blossoms all from me.
It came—the sorrow that Is always'waiting
To enter every heart, following Joy’s feet;
I wonder if a rest comes, fully compensating
The pain and grief that sorrows e'er repeat?
My birds have never sung so full of sweetness—
My flowers never blossomed since that June,
When life to me seemed full of Joy’s completeness,
And all the world seemed one sweet, tender tune.
OUR PORTRAIT ’oALLERT.
OFF-HAND TALKS.
By Slim Jim.
NO V.
Our Fishing Party.
Two weeks ago Stadwick and I joined a fiph-
ing party, and went np to the lakes to rob them
oi their finny inhabitants.
There were just six of us in all, and we pro
vided ourselves with provisions enough to keep
us from getting huugry—or thirsty.
I kept a diary of each day’s proceedings, and
will copy from it.
First day. —Arrived at the lake this morniDg.
Major Dimeless called the roll. Nobody lost on
the way.
Overhauled the provision wagon. Found it
to contain the following articles;
‘Here, now !’ be yelled. ‘Bring him in; I’ll
get him ! Steady ! Ah—’
And flip-flap! Stadwick had his fish on the
shore.
It was a beauty. A little sunflsh, about three
and a half inches long !
Stadwick got mad and challenged Major
Dimeless. The major got mad and challenged
Stadwick. Neither would accept the other’s
challenge. Somebody challenged them both to
take a drink. Both acoepted.
Fifth day.—Nobody cared to fish to-day, ex
cept myseif. Went out alone, taking a loaf of
bread for bait.
Sat down on a wet stone, and cast my bread
upon the waters.
Fish didn’t seem to be hungry. One old fel
low looked up at me with a mournful smile,
and shook bis head as if to say, ‘Thank you,
but I have no appetite to-day.’
Caught nothing except rheumatism.
Got lonesome, and longed for somebody fo
talk to,
Movements in Southern Society.
The Union Francaise of New Orleans gave a
grand Fete Chavipetre at the Fair Grounds on
Sunday 25th inst.
The Lafayette Young Men’s Benevolent Asso
ciation give their third annual soivee dansante at
the beautiful Carrollton Gardena, near New Or
leans, on Sunday June 1st.
Beautiful Cumberland Island, off the cost of
Georgia, is the attraction of numerous pleasure
parties and hunting expeditions. Deer, pelican
and other gams abound, and the shooting is
quite exciti' g. Two of the ‘antlered monarchs
of the waste’ bit the sand the other day by lucky
shots, from a oouple of Maconites. Mr. George
Payne has reoeived the complimentary title of
Dr, Carver for his sncoess in bringing down,
game. He killed a pelican the other day at a
distance of 275 yards.
ENGRAVINGS AND BIOGRAPHIES OF
DISTINGUISHED MEN AND WOMEN.
GEORGE SAND.
BY MARY E. BRYAN.
I remember the first time I heard the name
of George Sand. It was from the pulpit at a
Florida camp meeting. Tee day was warm,the
bush arbor let the snn sift through, and even
a turkey-tail fan. as big, almost, as myself,hard
ly kept me awake as I sat at my mother’s feet.
Presently, though, the preacher began to lift up
his voice and roll out denunciations against in
fidels and ‘so-called social reformers.’ I roused
op then; I always liked denunciation, and
feel it a grievance that I was not contemporary
with Demosthenee; and never even heard Par
son Brownlow. What anathema maranatha the
preacher hurled against Hume, Voltaire, Bos-
seau, Tom Paine and—George SaDd! I remem
ber lie called Rosseau Ross Sore, and I thought
it was a Mr. Sore, and he spoke of George Sand
as he. Well, many people thought the brilliant
French novelist was a man. Newspapers were
not so omniscient then, and the inquisitive re
porter did not bore his way into every literary
and family secret; so Aurora Dudevant remain
ed in cog.with a good part of the reading world,
out of France,though George Sand was famous,
or infamous, rather, for people denounced her
books from hearsay, without ever having read
them. Not loDg after the camp meeting, I was
rummaging over a goods-box of old books and
chanced upon one bearing the remembered
name of George Sand. It was ‘Consuelo, and
though it was forbidden frnit, I could not re
sist the temptation of carrying it off to my
‘study’ (a lumber-room at the top of the house)
and reading it. Oh! what glimpses into a new
world it gave me! a world of lofty ideals of art
and life, of freedom, generosity, genius, enthu
siasm. The picture was dashed with darker
shades of mystery, and mania, and passion, but
no infidelity, no immorality (none that I could
see.) I thought, with Margaret Fuller, that the
character of Consuelo was grand and lovely in
its noble simplicity, purity and womanliness.
I never saw her profaned by the sequel, ‘Coun
tess of Rudolstadt.’ I would never read that
book. I wished the picture of Consuelo to re
main pure in my mind.
‘Why do they denounce George *S\nd ?’ I
asked indignantly. Afterwards, when I read In
diana and Leila, I knefr. The first book is a
passionate protest against social bonds that the
author finds galling and confining—a blind out
cry for freedomC.l Leila is a more deliberate and
systematic effort to break these bonds—whose
sundering would produce social anarchy Leila
too, has flashes of infidelity through it—heat
lightning flashes, for George Sand has nowhere
shown any deep seated disbelief in religion.
Other of her works are streaked with a similar
taint—the streaks mixed up with so much true,
sweet thought that one thinks of the image in
John’s dream with its bead of brass and its feet
of clay, or remembers Plato’s fine comparison
of our human nature to two horses,one a winged,
fiery eyed steed with nostrils that snuff the
Lights he longed to soar to, but was held down
by his black brother who lay on the earth and
slept. Mrs. Browning, in the breadth of her
puie, brave sympathy, was not afraid to acknowl-
edge’her feeling of this mixed nature in the
lifted French woman, nor her compassion for
the soul that tried to shake itself free of the
clogging senses.
She says
“Thou large-brained woman and large hearted man
Self-called George Sand, whose soul, amid the lions
Of thy tumultuous senses, moans defiance
And answers roar for roar as spirits can.”
It will be remembered that Sand not only as
sumed a man’s name bat a masculine dress.
She held that art could not freely utter itself
through woman because of the barriers that
custom interposed both to its study and ex
pression. She wore the male dress, she said,
because in that garb, she could visit alone and
onnoticed, the publio art galleries, libraries
and theatres of the city.
An outline of George Sand's history is too fa-
milliar to need rehearsal. Anrore Dupin
was born in Paris in 1801, she was the grand
daughter of Marshal Saxe, though her relation to
this noble son of the Polish king Augustus had
the bar sinister upon it. She never knew her pa
rents, who died before she was four years old
leaving her to the care of her grandmother, the
Countess DeHorn. She passed her strange, ne
glected yet indulged childhood at the family
country seat of Nohant. At seventeen she made
an impulsive marriage with Casimir Dudevant
a man wholly uncongenial to her and with
whom she soon fonnd life so intolerable that to
satisfy her streng, restless nature she had re
source to literature and obtained her husband’s
permission to spend three months of each year
in Paris trying to add to their slender income
by her pen. She wrote for Figaro, but she had
not the extemporaneous facility necessary for
newspaper work, and was growing almost dis
couraged, when her friend Jules Sandean, a
clever but desultory Bohemian, said to her
■Quit the newspapers and let ns try car hand
at a novel together.’
They did so,and produced 'Bose and Blanohe
by Jules Sand.’ The story was popular, the
publisher engaged the joint authors to write an
other, but J ales had bis indolent fit upon him,
and the famous novel of ‘Indiana,’ which was
soon forthcoming, was the work of Aurora alone.
It was published under the nom de plume of
George Sand. It brought her fame and money
and determined her career. She separated
wholly from her husband and became a novel
writer henceforth. Her books followed each
other in rapid succession—strong, vigorous,
erratic creations, written in that fall, lumi
nous style of which she was mistress. Unfor
tunately, her hot, passionate heart led her fre
quently astray, and she had many love affairs,
the most noted and least to her credit of whioh,
was her connection with the brilliant young
poet, Alfred de Musset; whose life she is accus
ed of warping and raining. She died at Nohant
in 1877, while her mental faculties seemed still
vigoronB and her pen was almost as powerful
as of old.
One quart of whiskey; twelve loaves of bread;
ten pounds of corned beef; one gallon of whis
key; two sugar cured hams; one sack of salt;
three bottles of whiskey; eight pounds of crack
ers; one demi-john of whiskey; several kinds of
canned fruit; six pocket-flasks of whiskey; one
firkin of butter, and two small kegs of whiskey.
Think this will last ns till we catch some fish.
Stadwick is doubtful; fears there is too much to
eat, and not enough to drink.
Major Dimeless is our leader.
. He was elected by one vote—his own.
His name is appropriate. Never has a dime
unless he borrows if Veteran fisher, though.
Knows every fish in the lake by name.
Didn’t fish to-day. Will to-morrow.
Second day.—Tried our luck to-day. Fish
didn’t bite very well.
Mosquitoes did.
Had to fish from the shore, because we had
no boat.
All sat in a row. Demi-john kept passing
from one end of the line to the other.
Stadwick got drunk, and fell in the lake
Snaked him out, and quit for the day.
Counted our fish.
Major Dimeless caught two perch.
Bufus De Jones caught an eel.
Adolphus St. Saiith caught a catfish and a
black bass.
I canght a smoked halibut, a box of sardines,
and some canned salmon.
Stadwick caught a cold.
Third day.—Fish bit much better to-day. Mos
quitoes bit much worse.
One of the boys went to the upper part of the
lake, and caught nine large pickerel.
Bat when we came to coant the fish, it ap
peared that he had canght one pickerel nine
times.
It was a very large fish.
He is going to have its Bkin dried whole for a
spectacle case.
This evening I left the party in the tent, and
went out to catch some fish on my own hook.
Couldn't do it. My own hook was broken;
had to nse a borrowed one.
Sat down on a rock. Saw a big fish swimm
ing about in the water.
Desired to communicate with him, and so
dropped him a line—requesting him to answer
by return mail.
He caught at the idea—also at the bait, which
he swallowed whole.
I pulled with a good deal of vigor.
He dittoed with a good deal of ditto.
He was the strongest. Found it out when I
was half way across the lake. Let go the pole,
and swam back.
Wonder if that fish will be honest enongb to
return my taokle ?
I promise not to taokle him again, if he will.
Fourth day.—Stadwick landed his first picker
el this morning. Surprised everybody.
All sat in a row, as usual. Something ran
away with Stadwiok's line.
‘It’s a pickerel ! shouted Major Dimeless, in
intense excitement. ‘A big feilow ! Take out
your lines !’ he yelled to the rest of ns. ‘Give
him plenty of room ! Play him !’ he shrieked
to Stadwick. ‘Let him run ! Keep your line
taut! Don’t give him an inch of slack ! Look
out! Don’t let him do that again ! Let him
run ! Now, bring him in this—Look out!
Dont let him do that again !’
Stadwiok got awfully excited. He was on the
point of throwing down his pole and rnshing
out in the lake, intending to rnn the fish down
and kick it to death.
He screamed to the major:
‘Yon take the pole and land him—I never
can!'
Major ref need, but ran down to the water’s
edge, stooping down and spreading oat his
arms.
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GEORGE SAND.--‘fT^ora Dudevant.)
—* |. ___ .. I|
Saw a big bumble-bee. ,hnd made up my minu
to buzz him. Did so. Found him a good buz
zer, although ho was rather stinging in his re
marks.
We came to blows. I was hot-headed; he was
hot on the other end.
The bee struck me twice, and I struck a bee
line for the tent.
I was mad.
I picked a quarrel with Major Dimelesa, hit
Rufus De Jones in the eye with a soft shell tur
tle. and swore I’d go Lome to-morrow.
They said they’d do the same.
Sixth day.—Arrived home this evening.
Didn’t have any long strings of fish to present
to onr wives, but, we all had a long string of
lies to explain why we didn’t bring ’em.
Don’t think my wife believes half I told her.
She thinks it a very fishy story
Yours of-fish-ously.
DRAMATIC NOTES.
Adelaide Neilson’s voice is failing her.
Irving is a good Hamlet, but a poor Claude
Melnotte.
Genevieve Ward will play ‘Henry VIII‘ in
French.
The West does not seem to appreciate Lester
Wallack.
London is again being ‘Carmenized’ by Min
nie Hauk.
The Broadway may have a stock company
next year.
Wouldn’t ‘Fishhooks’ prove a catching name
for a play ?
Sheakspeare’s ‘Tempest’ was recently played
in Liverpool.
Edwin Booth may play an engagement in
London next season.
Patti has been singing ‘Carmen’ with great
success in Vienna.
‘The Messenger from Jarvis Section’ is not
especially admired in California.
Aimee is not the good card for drawing pur
poses she used to be in this country.
The celebrated oomedy ‘Phans and Phashion’
bids fair to have another run this season*
An opera is shortly to be produced in Lon
don, having the extraordinary title of ‘Belladon
na.’
Madame Favart' has been very successful in
London, and yet it was little short of a complete
failure here.
Beceipt for a young lady wishing to make a
successful debut: Call yourself Davenport and
go to Philadelphia.
It is said that Boucicault can’t raise money to
make the last payments on his new sttam yacht,
now lying at Newburg.
Modjeska will shortly return to Europe. She
had better bring a new title back with her next
season, for Sargent has payed out the ‘Countess.’
There is at present a perfect bevy of debutants
in London. If they prove failures, some musi
cal sharp will bring them over here at once; bat
it they are successful we will not hear them till
their voices wear ont.
The Plaquemine Dramatic Association have
been giving some really excellent performances
in Baton Bonge for the benefit of the Confede
rate Monument Association. Miss Nannie Beal
recited Mrs. Williams'poem,‘Onr Dead Heroes,’
and then the amateurs gave a play called ‘Sun
shine through the clouds, ’ in whioh the editor
{ of the Iberville South, took part
' fif^Memphm, banquet was
given under the auspices of the Irish Literary
Society in honor of Tom Moore’s Centenary.
Moore's famous melodies were beautifully sung
to the accompaniment of the Irish national mu-
sioal instrument—the harp.
The ninth annual conference of the General
Secretaries of the Young Men’s Christian Asso
ciation of the United States, convened in Balti
more on Saturday, and continued in session un-
tilJTuesday. About one hundred representa
tives from many of the principal cities of the
country, also gentlemen from Canada, Switzer
land and Australia, were present.
The Musicians Benevolent and Protective
AfSociation of New Orleans, give their grand an
nual festival at the Fair Grounds on Sunday,
June 1st. Sunday is the day for dancing in New
Orleans. Mr. Leftwitch conld never stand the
climate there, it would remind him too forcibly
of a yet more tropical region.
At a phamtom party in New Orleans last week
a tall young lady created a stir by personating
a gentleman, her height, increased by the sheet
and pillowslip disguise,deceiving everybody in
to the belief thBt she was of the sterner sex. She
made love so numerously and audaciously,how
ever, that a disturbance ensued and she laugh
ingly revealed her sex.
The Glynn Co. Fair, held at Brunswick, Ga.,
was varied,by atournament.a regatta,and a brass
band contest, not to speak of the minor attrac
tions, such as a foot race, a pony race, etc. The
premium at the tournament was taken by Mas
ter Thomas Wylly. who crowned as queen of
love and beauty, Miss May Bostwick.the daugh
ter of our valued contributor, Mrs. Helen Bost-
wick.
A picnic party of mammoth proportions
took place at Drayton, Dooly County. Ga., last
week. Nearly a thousand merry folks were
present and an excellent string band famished
music for the belles and beaux. There was a
magnificent dinner, whioh was discussed with
hearty appetites by all, especially the represen
tatives of the press who were present, and who
are proverbially ‘bad on grub.’
Davis— Willet.—On Wednesday morning
(May 28th.) the happv home circle of Prof.
J. E. Willetof Mercer University, Macon, was
broken for the first time by a marriage. Miss
Emmie Willet—the daughter of Professor and
Mrs. E. Willet was married to Mr Charles Davis
of Greensboro Ga. It was a quiet marriage,
tiking place at six oolookjin the morning the
bride wearing her traveling dress and the par
ties setting ont at once for Mr. Davis' home in
Greensboro* And yet, it might hsve been the
most ‘brilliant’ wedding of the season had not
the bride preferred a quiet ceremony to parade
and show, for the groom is notably the ‘finest
matoh’ in the part of the state where he resides,
being trnly and substantially wealthy—a mer
chant and planter, and rich beside in a good
name a good heart, and a high character for in
dustry, steadiness and business capacity. And
the bride—it seems almost an offense to the
modesty of pare and noble Emmie Willet to
speak of her beanty, but she is sensible enough
not to have been spoiled by the many praises
her rare and wonderful lovliness have won. Her
beanty is the setting to accomplishments of a
rare order. She graduated hardly two years
ago with the highest honors Wesleyan Female
College could bestow, and her well-stored mind,
no less than her delightful vocal gift conferred
pleasure on all her friends. She declined the
extended bridal tour urged by the young bride
groom and chose rather to go at once to the
beantifnl home ho had just built for her, which
she will adorn with the charm of orderly grace
and thoughtful affection that pervades the home
from which she has been transplanted. *
PERSONALS,
What People are Doing and Saying
all over the World.
An American named Livingston, drives a fourteen
horse team in Florence.
William Howitt, the distinguished English au.
thor, died recently at Rome.
From Pennsylvania comes the rumor that Simon
Cameron contemplates matrimony.
The Duke of Norfolk is a wealthy Catholic, and
has a yearly revenue of nearly a million and a half
dollars.
Kit Carson, a son of the famous scout, and a very
witty and intelligent person, it is reported is mak
ing temperance speeches.
The widow of Rossini has given the city of Paris
2,000,000 francs, with which to establish an asylum
for the support of indigent vocalists,
Robert B, Crockett, only surviving son of the re
nowned David Crockett, is living in Texas, old,
poor, and infirm. An attempt will be made to pro-
j cure a pension for him.
Dr. Russell, who, at the opening of the war of
the rebellion, visited this country as correspondent
of the London Times, is to be knighted and to re
ceive a -valuable appointment.
Senator Baynard measures 0 feet 2 inches; Sena
tor Blaine, 6 feet; Senator Burnside, 6 feet, 2; Sena
tor Conkling, 6 feet 3; Cockrell, 6 feet 3; Saulsbu-
ry, 6 feet three; and Thurman, 5 feet 10-2.
The man who married a whole family lives in
Traverse county, Michigan. His first wife died,
and he married her sister. She too died, and then
lie married the mother of his two former wives.
Mrs. Julia Ward Howe has been giving a reading
with Madame Ristori in Rome for the benefit of
the Gould Home. The reading was from ‘"Marie
Stuart 11 Ristori taking the chief part in English.
Mr. James Gordon Bennett has broken up his es
tablishment at Melton Mowbray and sent his twen
ty-five hunters to TattersalPs. According to the
London world, he proposes next winter to try his
hand at tiger-hunting in India.
Mr. Barbee, a young sculptor, and nephew of
Colonel G. T. Barbee, of Bridgewater, has on ex
hibition in New York a bust of the “Fisher Girl, 11
which, it is said by the New York Advertiser, “isa
marble alive with expression and beauty. 11
The Nyack coachman's bride is much older than
her husband. Weeks being 21 while the lady is on
the shady side of 37. She is a brunette, dresses el
egantly, is a graduate of one of the most prominent
Eastern Female seminaries, and was a favorite in
the fashionable circles.
Miss Alice Braman, of Brockport, N. Y., is also
hunting Charlie Ross. Miss B. is Principal of the
Brockport Normal School and Charles Ross is Prin
cipal of the Cobbleskill Academy. Miss B. says
that Mr. R. is a gay deceiver, and has sued him for
§10,000 for breach of promise.
A Chinaman in New York has invented an im
provement upon emotional insanity as an excuse
for crime. Being arrested for theft, he denied all
responsibility for the offense because he was under
the influence of opium when he committed it. If
the excuse is held good before a jury, the consump
tion of cpium will begin to “boom. 1 *
vide: Oliver didn’t prove a paying cardiuPitts
burg. f Ihe was greeted by four paid auditors at her
lecture. Then her manager went out in the high
ways and byways distributing free tickets. This
brought squads of ten, twenty or forty at a time,
who would remain long enough to look at the plain
tiff in a celebrated case, and then depart laughing.
Her talk at Washington was repeated.
Mrs. Philip Williams, an estimable lady, died in
winchester lately. She was the prime mover in
the establishment of “Stonewall Cemetery, 11 in the
suburbs of that city, where the remains of over
3,000 Confederate soldiers are buried. She was
president of the association, and originated the idea
of strewing flowers upon the Confederate graves.
A wrestling match took place Wednesday evening
at Gilmore's Garden, New York, between a police
man named Muldoon and a Frenchman named
Bauer. It was the most desperate struggle 011
record. They wrestled two hours and thirty-five
minutes before a fall, Muldoon throwing the
Frenchman, and khocking him out of time. It is
said that Bauer is seriously hurt.
Mark Twain says tiiat he couldn't get any fun
out of Merrie England. It is too grave. He said:
“Its gravity soaks into the stranger and makes him
feel as serious as everybody else. When I was
there I couldn't seem to think of anything but deep
problems of government, taxes, free trade, finance
—and every night I went to bed drunk with statis.
tics. I could have written a million books, but my
publisher would have hired the common hangman
to burn them."
John Wise, aeronaut, is still hammering away at
the feasibility of the scheme to reach the North
pole in a balloon. He contends that the polar area
is equal in extent to France, and he believes that au
inflowing current of air will carry a balloon into
the polar basin, where it is very calm. To get out
he would let the balloon mount up into the higher
current always flowing out. All this would con
sume not more than iUO hours of time, and the prob
lem would be solved. To reach the polar basin by
land or water craft will require a well-organized
party of 1,000 men.
The Prince of Wales ami Sundays.—It is
said that the Prince of Wales, when he ascends the
throne,will advocate the idea to make Sunday a half
holiday, and will do all he can to rout the st rict Sab
batarians- Sunday will be iu the near future a hal f
holiday after 12 sr., and the music halls and gar
dens will be open to the people as a public necessi
ty.
A Hundred Dollars for a Bouquet.—At the
ladies’lair in aid of St. Cecilia’s Church, a bouquet
of blush roses aroused the bidders to the greatest en
thusiasm. Put up at ten cents, the price rapidly
rose to live dollars, then ten, fifteen, twenty, and so
on to fifty, then sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety were
rapidly reached, when the excitement became in
tense. Two or three ladies present seemed deter
mined to become the owners at any price, and after
apause ninetyfive was offered, ninety-six, ninety-
seven, eight, nine; now, asked the auctioneer, for
the one hundred; no one offers me one hundred.—
A moment’s hesi'ancy, during which the contesting
bidders eyed one another sharply and then Miss A.
Caulfield bid one hundred dollars and became the
happy possessor.
Another sentinel stands on guard to protect a suf
fering public from disease and death. Neur&lgine
is the only specific for neuralgia and headache.
Hutchinson & Bro., proprietors, Atlanta Ga. Call
on your druggist ana get it.
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