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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. r— t 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. rz£ttLj$