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JOIIX H. SKATS. Editor and Proprietor.
Win. B. SEATS. Proprietor and For. Editor.
MRS. MART E. BRYANS. (*) Associate Editor
ATLANTA, GEORGIA, JULY 12, 1879.
How the Negro is Treated in Georgia.—It
has grown into a stereotyped habit with Radical pa
pers and radical politicians to speak of the treat
ment of the negro in the South as if that treatment
was very harsh or unjust. Much, perhaps most of
this is uttered with a clear knowledge of its falsity,
merely to subserve party purposes. There may be
those, however, who are imposed upon by these ex
parte statements, and who would think of us more
kindly if they were better informed. In the hopes
that this may be copied in some Northern Journal
and thereby reach some minds not wholly under
the sway of party prejudice, let us state a few facts.
Of how matters stand in Georgia, we are pretty well
informed, and we suppose it is a fair sample ol the
whole South.
We admit in the outset that the relation of the j
white and colored races have not adjusted them
selves in accordance with the principles of justice
and right. It is, however, the white man and not
the negro that is treated with injustice. So far as
we know, 'there is not on the whole earth a people
so imposed upon as the white land owners of the
South, and their oppressors are those who are term
ed their laborers. As a proof to what we say note
the following facts, a large majority of the colored
men bargain with their employers on the cropping
or rental system. These are virtually the same in
most instances, the only difference being that to
the cropper the landlord makes advances of prov
ender, utensils, and so lorth., for which he expects
no pay, while to the renter he makes the same ad
vances, with often nothing but the expectation. In
both cases, the negro feels that he is free to work as
much or as little as he pleases. He accordingly “re
mem bers the seventh day” and appiopriates it as a
day upon which he may fish, hunt, or idle in any
way he may please. Resides this holiday out of
every week, he claims as many fast days, feast days,
burials,, picnics and excursions as may occur any
where near him. Rarely will be consent to forego
one of these, let the state of his crop be what it may.
All this time his landlord is standing for him to get
provisions and clothing for himself and family.—
He is also expected to furnish a house and keep it in
repair, and most generally if the fencing is kept up,
it is done by hands hired for that purpose. The ne
gro also feels that he has a perfect right to a full
shareof all the fruit on the premises, and many of
them add pigs, lambs, roasting-ears and vegetables
to their list of perquisites. Against these exactions
the poor white man stands powerless;—for though
Thompson might dismiss such tenants for their
mfsdemeanors, his neighbors. Smith, Jones and
Jackson would receive them, and the only result
would be that Thompson would lose his chances of
getting labor,and the culprits would snap their
fingers in glee. In the meanwhile, the tenant a
cropper, retains what he may make, especially the
cotton, in his possession until the time arrives to
carry it to market, and the landlord ba^ to put up
with whatever may be returned to him aft the croy,
A hin/. that the amount is iftiduly small i* met'ift-
stantly by a threat of leaving. Above all, the land
lord is expected, and indeed, required to allow his
tenants to have his horses and mules for all their
jaunts, far and near, and if he yould be very popu
lar, he must provide some way for them to have
buggies and carriages. The negro scorns pedestri-
nation and does not think horseback riding gen
teel.
Now in view of these facts—and they are facts as
stubborn as they are lamentable—may not the
South be considered the colored man’s paradise?
Can Liberia offer a prospect half so alluring? Can
Senator Windom promise them a lot so happy in
Kansas or in the far West? Now, if the negro is
dissatisfied in Georgia and in the Southern States,
it is mere wanton discontent; it is the embarrass
ment of riches, the excess of “objects of desire” that
makes him complain. We suspect, however, that
were things rightly adjusted—did capital exert
that influence which it should and must have,
there would be more genuine contentment" We
are quite sure that tbe contentment would be
founded on some sure basis:—for the present anom-
olous state of things can not last. It will not
take another decade of such management to bring,
our white section to such a condition of bankrupt
cy that the emigration of the one race or the other
will be a necessity. **
A Gentleman at Home.—The phase of a man’s
character which he presents to society may be the
best, but it is not the truest index of the real man.
In acting before the public, most men put the “best
foot foremost.” But before we admit one’s claims
to be a gentleman, we should inquire if he is so at
home ? Is he tender about the feelings and attent
ive to the wants of his wife ? Alas! we have known
men who in society were held to be the “glass of
fashion and the mold of form” who reserved little
of their pleasantness for their family circles. Many
a wife has had occasion to lament that the lover of
her youth disappeaed v holly in a few months after
marriage. He who seemed to deem it an honor to
hand her fan or her gloves will quietly snore away
while she toils with her sick child through the long
hours of night. He who as a beau did not permit
her to stoop down for the recovery of a handker
chief, will, as a husband, allow her to build him a
fire or draw him a bucket of water. A man. too,
should be a gentleman to his children ; and ot all
critics, the little ones are the quickest to discern
short-comings. There are many kind, indulgent
fathers who do not command the respect of their
sons and daughters. Children can and ought to
make the largest allowance for their mothers ; but
they will not regard their fathers with the proper
reverence and esteem unless they be gentlemen.
• *
Two Hundred Tears A*;©.—'The year 1673, just
two centuries ago, is famous in English History as
the times of the great struggle i n Parliament be
tween the adherents of hereditary succession and
those who claimed that the heir-apparent to the
throne had disqualified himself by adopting the
avowing principles inimical to the rights of the
people. No fiercer struggle is on record. Then
sprang into existence those two parties which have
since that time alternately controlled the destinies
of that country. As is well known, the exclusion-
ists failed for the time of their purpose. Butin a
few years thej wisdom of their opinions was fully
vibdicated, James proving himself a far worse King
than it was supposed he would be. When we look
back over these two hundred years, we can discern
that vast strides have been made in material prog
ress—that large advances have been made in the
establishment of civil and religious liberty. But
can wc claim that onr political leaders are more sa
gacious or less cruel than were those of that day ?
We do not enjoy the thought of having degenerated-
but we must confess that our public men are not
such as figured In the early dayB of our republic,
and we blush to own that they have little to boast
over the most corrupt men of the most corrupt
periods in the.histories of other countries. * *
Sweets to the Sweet—A New Y ork Wo
man's Sentimentality.—The direction in which
the sentimentality or the modern female may run,
is as difficult to predict as the course of a scared bed.
bug. Just one instance out of many to illustrate.
The murder of Mrs. Hull by the negro Cox is the
most brutal of the season. A big, lazy, covetous,
brutish mulatto sneaks by night into the room of a
lady, who had fed and sheltered him, and murders
her in her bed that he may rob her with impunity.
After his arrest, he exhibits the most swaggering
effrontery, and relates the sickening details of his
crime with utter absence of feeling. Yet wo
men, not of the degraded type, visit him in prison,
to console with him, and one enthusiastic sympa
thizer presents him with a superb rose which he
ostentatiously wears in his buttonhole at his trial.
Glad that woman didn’t belong down here! We
may be the nation of murderers that Scribner calls
us, but our women don’t maudlinize over sneak
thieves and assassins—nor pin favors to their coat
lappels; though our criminals usually are of a class
not so revolting to sympathy and sentiment as
those cowardly murderers for money, deliberate
wife or husband poisoners and children-chokers
that crowd the criminal dockets in that country
which howls so lugubriously over crime in the
South.
Fresh and Bright.—One of the compensations
for a thermometer among the nineties, is that the
girls discard their heavy, dark dressing and come
out in costumes fresh and sweet and delicately col
ored as flowers. A nd never were pretty dress ma
terials so inexpensive as now. The sewing girl can
obey Mr. Uuskin’s advice to be charmingly attired,
quite as well as a millionaire's daughter. A dain
ty costume of cotton foulard with a satin finish and
a rosebud pattern, is a more lovely setting for a
sweet face than the heaviest China silk. And now
fashion condescends to be poetic and makes natural
flowers the most stylish ornament. The painted
muslin imitations are abhorrent, but a corsage bou
quet of real tea roses, violets or heliotrope, what
can be more suggestive of sweetness, modesty and
purity! No wonder the German poet says:
"Abroad must you go. on your white bosom wear,
A nose-gay, and trust me, an angel is there.”
Another thing I like in the present fashions, is
the predominance of color. The exclusive reign of
the blacks and greys and browns was oppressive,
and one sympathized with Mr. Beecher, who, look
ing round at the funereal array of quaker-habited la
dies in a train, thanked heaven for the little woman
with a red shawl on. Nature riots in color, as any
one can see who has but a bit of garden attached to
bis domain. Even if it be a kitchen garden, there
will be a luxury of color in the deep green of the
squash vines, and the gold of the blossoms; in the
rich, red. purple, ana violet morning glories, whose
vines climb the corn, and in the silver green tas
sels and ruby and yellow silks of the corn itself;
the red and yellow tomatoes, the mottled melons
tbe purple-veined egg-plants. Yes even the practical
kitchen garden riots in color, while the meadows
and woods and the cultivated parterres luxuriate in
tints as rich as they are varied; and over them arch
es the blue, intense sky, so often filled with clouds,
whose brilliant colors are the painter’s despair. So,
let not a rigorous taste frown upon the bright rib
bons and borders and embroideries which feast our
eyes as our girls trip by. For ourselves, we thank
them; the bath of color brightens up our rusty im
agination. *
Gratified Whims.—The wierd legend of Faust,
which has been wronglit up by so many writers and
excited the horrified interest of so many readers,
turns upon the granting of the rash wish an im
pulsive man. Sometliingofthf ^ine-kiiiJ Rad been
represented in the story of Midas, though without
the fantastic details. This apparent yielding on
tbe part of Providence to the absurd wishes of mor
tals is not beyound the range of fact. Men and wo
men are sometimes gratified in very- foolish whims,
and such cases are calculated and no doubt design
ed to impress upon us our inability to choose our
ways in wisdom. The career or Mrs. Patterson
Bonaparte, which has just closed, is an illustration
of this, and it might li .ve furnished, had she lived
prior to his day, another paragraph for Johnson’s
“Vanity of Human wishes.” She is reported to
have replied to friends who tried to reason with
her about the folly of her choice, that she “had
rather be the wife of Jerome Bonaparte for a day
than the wife of anyother man fora life time.” She
became his wife for something more indeed than a
day. For a year she was happy ; then all her am
bitious hopes were blasted. She was sadly- put
aside by;her weak, and we suspect, unloving hus
band, to give place to one whose sole superior mere :
was that of being “born in the purple-” Thencefor- ]
ward her life was much like that which Macauly
describes that of the Chevalier de St. George, to
have been : a succession of “vain pursuits of honor
more galling than insults, and of hopes such as
make the heart sick.” Her long life presented the
unlovely aspect of a woman who had made ambi
tion the ruling motive and the ;thwarting of whose
schemes had made her heart full to the brim of en
vy, jealousy and bitterness. She seems never to
have discovered the sweet uses of adversity. Mis
fortunes that are the legitimate results of perverse
folly, rarely exert any sanctifying influence upon
the character. One who brings calamity on him
self, seldom bows to the stroke with that meek
patience which breaks the barb from the dart, and
changes what might be the harsh stroke of aD aveng
er into the gentle reproof of a grieved parent. The
great teaching of this blasted life, however, is the
sam e taught by thousands of other lives—a teach
ing too impressed upon us by the word of inspiration
and that is that we know not what is best for us.—
Let us pray “Thy will be done,” and we may be
assured that what He sends upon us we shall be
able to bear- * *
‘’In Wisdom nnd Goodness Thon hast made
them all.”—Certainly in wisdom. Thetinest ani
malcule which the glass reveals fills the soul with
wonder at the nice construction and adaptation of
its parts But the goodness is not so apparent. It re
quires faith somewhat larger than a mustard seed to
discern benificence in the creation of the'eut-worm.
the flea and the musquito. These, doubtless, sub-
serve.some purpose in the word’s economy. But to
us short-sighted mortals that purpose seems none
other than the trial of human patience. It is a
striking paradox that while many of the larger
animals are made to gratify man’s appetite or act
as the servants of his will, he himself is the victim
of the most; insignificant animals. The smaller
vermintleed upon his blood while living, and the
worm consumes his flesh when he is dead. After
mastering the unwieldly elephart and forcing the
lion to / employ his strength as he shall order, he *
is UDable to keep the fly from sharing his meals.
Virginia’s Ovation to Jackson.
How the Hero of the Battle of New Orleans was
Received in Lynchburg.
In the year 1815, after the battle of New Orleans,
it was announced that General Jackson, fresh from
that memorable and momentous victory, would
pass through Virginia on his way to the National
Capital. The men of the “mother state” were true
to the Union in those days; they hailed the success
of the Union arms with glad enthusiasm, and deter
mined to testify their loyalty to the flag by doing
honor to the blunt, brave man who had borne it so
nobly. To this end the chief citizens of quaint old
Lynchburg met in the Town-house, and resolved
that General Jackson’s arrival among them should
be welcomed by a great public demonstration. Peo
ple of all sorts and conditions took part in the pre
parations. Every house in the borough was hung
with bunting, with gayly-colored streamers, and
with evergreens. From all parts of the surround
ing country the loyal men and women flocked in to
be present at the fete. It was to be an event in
their lives, and with new coats and gowns, bright
ribbons and gold chRjHS, which their English grand
mothers had worn before them, they decked them
selves for the occasion.
At last the long-looked-for day arrived. The
crooked and narrow streets of Lynchburg were
thronged with people. The local military com
panies, erect and trim, held in shape by man)- cross-
belts, yet well-nigh bursting with their own impor
tance, kept clear the passage way. Ever}- window
was filled with the beauty and chivalry of the an
cient Commonwealth. At convenient places and
in the public squares stands had been erected for
bands of music and far companies of school children
who were to pelt tu."victorious General with flow
ers and welcome him with songs. Everything
which it was possible to do had been done. The
preparations were all complete, and the people
awaited the coining of the man who was to be hon
ored with the demonstration. Suddenly there was
a sound of cannon firing in the distance. It came
from the direction of the Southern turnpike, and
announced that Jackson and his escort were in
sight. Immediately a committee of the Selectmen
bustled out to meet their guest, and amid the shouts
of the people, the sangs of the children, the music
of the military bands, the firing of the cannon, and
the joyful ringing of church bells, Apdrew Jackson,
walking side by side with Thomas Jefferson entered
Lynchburg.
Before the the Town-house the great Virginian,
on behalf of his people, welcomed the great soldier.
The mayor spoke his little piece, the Aldermen
theirs, and then the demonstration closed, as all hu
man demonstrations will. The people began to
disperse, and the two great men retired to a quiet
room in the old Bird Tavern to rest and refresh
themselves after the excitement of the day. This
was an opportunity which had long been waited for
by two little boys, one of them the son of tbe land
lady, the other a handsome, tow headed, blue-eyed
urchin, his playfellow and companion in mischief.
They, too, wanted to see the men about whom they
had heard so much, and as the door of the “best
room” was opened to admit the black slave who was
servmg the visitors, Jefferson saw them peeping in.
‘What do you want, my young gentlemen V he
asked in a kindly tone, and the white haired boy
modestly, yet boldly, replied, ‘We wanted to see
Mr. Jefferson and General Jackson, if you please.’
‘Oh, if that’s all,’ replied Jefferson, laughing, ‘you
had better come in. ’ And without further invita
tion, the two children walked into the room occu
pied by the statesman and the soldier. He of the
blue eyes and tow head,being much the brightest of
the young intruders, was petted most, questioned
most, and had soon informed the gentleman that he
was nine years old, was born in Eaton ton, N- C.,
and had lived in Lynchburg for four or five years.
‘And what is your name, my brave little Demo
crat V at length asked Jackson, and the boy, with
much unconscious pride in his tone, replied, ‘My
name is William Allen, Sir-’
It was, indeed, William Allen, now of Ohio; Wil
liam Alien, whp p/o-day the last representative of
yAv-'ahfp* 1 v-riy; W-iUoqp Al
len, who ha-i lieeiTo leader in Congress, a Senator
of the United States; who might have been nomin
ated for the Presidency; who was Governor of
Ohio; who, in his old age, has been hailed as the
originator of the soft money theory, the father of
“the Ohio idea” in American finance; who has had
the great good sense to refuse public honors because
he believes that he is no longer strong enough to do
himself credit as a public servant; who to-day,
sound in mind and well contented, with but few re
grets and no envy or jealousy of the men who have
succeeded him, sits quietly upon the door step of
his old stone mansion, on the top of Fruit Hill, with
complacency viewing the approach of a glorious
sunset. His interview with Jackson and Jefferson,
as I have related it, is his earliest recollection; and
having commenced life under such auspices, it is, as
he says himself, not to be wondered at that he has
been a life-long Democrat, ‘a Democrat dyed in the
wool.’
ficient reason that he had nothing to tell. One end
of the strap was adjusted around his neck and the
other fastened securely to a tree. The sapling was
gradually released until the line became taut, when
it was turned loose and the Judge’s bod}’ dangled
in the air. When he recovered consciousness the
brutes still surrounded him, and he was again or
dered to give up his gold under penalty of death.
He could only reply as before, and again the sap
ling was released. This occurred about two o’clock.
When he revived the sun was nearly down. He
lay at the foot of the impromptu gallows, the halter
had been removed from his neck, and the leaves,
which covered the ground several inches deep,
were burning within a few feet of him. He thinks
the heat of the flames restored him to conscious
ness and to life. The wretches had left him for
dead and set fire to the woods to conceal the evi
dence of their crime. The Judge was able to find
his way to the house, where he lay ill for many
days. He finally recovered and now shows no
signs of the violence to which he was subjected.
He is confident that the captain and soldiers who
figured as amateur hangmen belonged to a regi
ment of Wisconsin cavalry, though he does not re
member any of their names. Judge Warner is
wont to say that he has suffered all the pangs of
dissolution and has been ‘as near dead as he ever
expects to be.’
The Yellow Fever Again In Memphis.
A Dispatch to the Constitution, dated Memphis July
9th says: “Frank Mulbrandon, an Irishman, died on
that day and a post mortem examination by six leading
physicians, including l)r. R. \V. Mitehel, late medical
director of the Howard Association, revealed the fact
that the patient died of yellow fever. Physicians de
clared it a sporadic case. Considerable excitement pre
vails.”
HANGING OF JUDGE WARNER.
A GEORGIA CHIEF JUSTICE DANGLING FROM
A TREE.
The Soila Season.
TPuck.]
Now the druggist hauls out the can of vanilla
syrup left ever front last summer, and skims the
layer of dead flies off the top thereof, and he pour-
eth the liquid in equal quantities into the various
syrup receptacles in his soda-water fountain. Then
he winketh a wicked wink and he taketh down from
the shelves, cans containing citric and picric acids,
and safflower and aniline dyes, and other chemicals
calculated to deceive and he mixeth of them in the
different syrup-holders, according to their respect
tivecolors and degrees of acidity or sweetness. And
soon the generous youth will escort the girl he loves
to the front of that counter and request her to bawl
out. And she will request “strawberry,” and he
will take lemon in his’n, and if her little brother is
along, as oftentimes happens, he will call for “pine
apple ;” but all the same shall each of them be giv
en the extract of the odoriferous vanilla bean, and
the variety of flavor shall be in the imagination
alone.
How They Swung Him up.
H. Gregg Wright in a letter from Atlanta to his
paper, the Chronicle and Constitutionalist of Au
gusta, gives the follow ing interesting incident about
Judge Hiram Warner the Chief Justice of the
State of Ga.
One of the storioj-told on Judge Warner is that
during the war a party of Federal soldiers hung him
in order to make him tell where his gold was con
cealed, but that he clung to his treasure laid up on
earth more tenaciously than to life itself and that
the robbers finally retired baffled, but leaving him
nearly dead, from the effects of their brutality.
Many regard the story as a romance, but it is not.
It is partly true and partly false. It is true that
he was hung; it is not true that he had any gold to
give up. Judge Warner himself described the oc
currence a few days ago and I do not violate any
confidence in giving the substauce of his narrative.
In the Spring of 1865 (and after the surrender of
General Johnson, though that disaster was not of
ficially known in Georgia) Judge Warner was at
his plantation in Merri wether county, awaiting the
approach of one of Wilson’s columns of Federal
raiders, which was then passing through the coun
try. All the whites on the place fled except Judge
Warner and his married daughter. The latter
had a child only a week old ana as she could not be
moved the father remained with her. During the
morning several detachments of cavalry had halted
at the house and made themselves free with any
thing they desired in the way of ‘portable proper
ty,’ but no violence was done to the inmates.
About noon another party arrived and stopped to
feed their horses and to plunder. After satisfying
their appetites they began to pillage and the Judge’s
silver aud other valuables were soou stowed away
in the capacious saddle bags. While they were
robbing the smoke house of hams and pickles and
wines and preserves the Judge stood by in silence,
watching their proceedings. After the building
had been thoroughly gutted, a revolver was sud
denly presented at his head and he was ordered to
accompany the party. Midway between the house
and the ‘negro quarters’ was a body of woodland
and into this grove Judge Warner was conducted
by his captors. Reaching a place secluded from
observation the leader of the band, who wore the
uniform of a Federal captain, took out his watch
and said he would give him three minutes to tell
where his gold was hidden. Judge Warner pro
tested that he had no gold, but to no avail. They
had been informed along their line of march that
he had a secret hoard aiid the ‘d—d old secession
ist’ must give it up. The prisoner urged that he
had been a strong Union man and that the only
money he had was in Confederate cuirency and in
Central Railroad bills. They robbed him of $5,000
of the former and $15,000 of the latter, which they
found upon his person, but continued to insist that
he had gold and must produce it. At the expira
tion of the three minutes the captain made a signal,
one of the men took from a horse a long leathern
strap with a running noose atone end, while the
others extemporized a gallows by bending down
the end of a stout sapling. With an oath, the of
ficer made them select a larger and stronger tree,
Judge Warner remaining silent, for the very suf-
Which is the Plagiarist?
There is quite an interesting book, published in
1878 called the ‘Texas Scrap Book.’ It contains
matters historical mainly, hut there is quite a va-
rietv, and as a part of this variety, we are treated
to Texas poetry, and poetry about Texas and her
heroes. On page 440 will be found the following
verses:
Epitaph to the Texas Dead.
BY B. H. DAVIS.
No slab of pallid marble,
With white and ghostly head,
Tells the wanderers in our vale.
The virtues of our dead.
The wild flowers be their tombstone,
And dewdrops, pure and bright,
Their epitaph, the angels wrote,
In the stillness of the night.
On reading the above I felt sure the same thought
had appeared some fifteen years ago in the “Shad
ows in the Valley” by H. L. Flash, and according
to my memory in the same, or almost the same lan
guage. I did not then have the last mentioned
poem to refer to, but recently a copy of it has come
to my hands, and I find a confirmation of my im
pression and memory. The fourth verse reads this
way:
And no slab of pallid marble
Rears its white and ghostly head.
Telling wanderers in the valley
Of the virtues of the dead.
But a lily is her tombstone,
And a dew drop pure and bright,
Is the epitaph an angel wrote
In the stillness of the night.
Now. it is too plain for dispute that Davis took
from Flash or Flash from Davis. It would be un
reasonable to suppose, that the author of the odes
to Stonewall Jackson, General Polk, and other
poems of acknowledged superior merit, should have
borrowed from Davis, and yet since Joaquin Mil
ler has been detected in a plagiarism upon Charles
Halpine we may look for almost anything in thus
line. Yet, the circumstances are such that it is in
‘order,’ for Mr. Davis to ‘rise and explain.’
Atlanta, Ga. R. H. C.
A Resolute Young Georgia Woman.
She Declines at the Altar.
[Baltimorean.]
- If '■rid pos-e such vouo.By lie*
the one we are told of by the Home'Jou.ifu, pub
lished at Perry, Ga., we would probably have
fewer victims of intemperance to fill our jails,
alms-houses and lunatic asylums. It seems that in
Crawford county, near Fort Valley, a few days
since a young man expected to marry a very esti
mable young lady. IFe are told that the invited
guests had assembled to witness the ceremony, and
participate in the festivities; the clergyman who
had been selected to solemnize the rites was pres
ent; the tables were spread with the expected wed
ding feast and the fair young bride, with a throb
bing heart, anxiously awaited the arrival of the
young man who was to be to her all that a husband
could promise.
At a late hour, with tardy steps, he reached the
dwelling. His appearance but too plainly told
that he had violated the pledge which he had so
sacredly vowed he would keep—to drink not an
other drop of the intoxicating draught. The young
maiden, in bridal array, firm and resolute, rose to
her feet, and with an invincible determination
manifest in her countenance, said: ‘I’ll never,
never marry you !’ Confusion and consternation
ensued. Many friends interceded and earnestly
entreated the young lady to retract the words
which would prevent the wedding: the bridegroom
expectant pleaded with all the vehemence and el
oquence of a hopeful lover; but the fair maiden
was unrelenting, and would not change her deter
mination. A day or two subsequent she embarked
on a train for southwest Georgia and made a tour
without the bridegroom. Who can tell the 5 ears
of misery and probable degradation she has been
saved by such a course ?
Miss Nobles Passion.
An Indiana Woman Who Wanted to Marry Hayes.
[Baltimore Hun Washington Letter.]
Two peculiar cases of insanity were developed
here to-day. The first was that of a young lady
who gave the name of Emeline Noble, and her res
idence “Indiana,” who called upon President Hayes
this morning and informea him that she had arriv
ed in accordance with her promise to marry him.—
The President said he would have to consultsome of
his friends about the marriage and ma,mured to get
out of the room. 81ie was then taken to police head
quarters. She was rather finely dressed, and had
just arrived in the city to-day. and seemed bent up
on being married. Senator Voorhees, upon being
informed of the case, and happening to know her
parents, requested that she be sent to the Govern
ment Asylum for treatment. She will be sent there
to-morrow, In the meantime being provided with
quarters in a hotel. She had with her $217. which
she parted with very reluctantly although she was
told it would be kept sale for her at police head-
3 uarters. She appeared very mad because the Presi-
ent did not marry her, and said she had imagined
he would, and if he had not consented by his
silence in not declining the offer she had sent him
in letters, she would have married a young man in
Indianapolis. Miss Noble is about twenty seven
years of age, and is not at all bad looking, and be
sides, is well educated. The other case was that of
a young lady who gave her name as Mary Virginia
Coburn, who was found roaming about Georgetown.
She is about the age of Mias Noble, and arrived at
police headquarters about the same time. She was
also on a similar errand, but did not seem to have to
any particular man in view to marry, though
she said she was very anxious to marry some one.
She told the officer that she lived at Rockville, Md.
She will be sent back to Rockville to-morrow; in
the meantime, being quite violent, she is kept at
police headquarters. It appears she has been about
Georgetown for several days.
Fitness for Dress.—Every one has, perhaps,
been struck by the fact that there are people who
seem to have no capacity lor dress. Even though
they may expend large, sums on their wardrobes,
and wear garments of fine texture, there will be a
want of fitness. One article of the toilet will not cor
respond with another, or the whole will be unsuited
to the figure or complexion. Other persons on the
contrary, can dress well with little expense, and
without much apparent effort. Many a fine gentle
man has been surprised and even pained, at the
genteel appearance which his valet makes in his cast
off garments. We have seen persons often to whom
all finery was unbecoming, and Who showed to the
best advantage in very plain clothing. Taste for
dress and fondness for it are b> no means sure to be
found together. Not seldom do we see a passion for
display, when every article of the apparel shows a
lack of taste. Shakspere never uttered anything
more true than that “apparel oft speaks the man;”
though it might have been more true had he said
woman instead of man. Females who are not ladies
often display a gaudiness of attire at once flashy
and expensive. But their fine riggings serve but to
prove more conclusively what they really are, * *
Tbe Fourth or July.
[Philadelphia Times.]
VVe could not have a fourth of July without a police
proclamation against fire-crackers, but this will frighten
no well-constructed bov from the due observance of the
day. These traditional proclamations are oniv a part of
the historic pageantry of the occasion, representing, as
it were, those tyrannical edicts, like the stamp act and
the tax on tea, in disobeying which our forefathers dis
played their patriotic and law-abiding spirit. The
Mayor does nol really mean that no fire-works shall be
exploded to-day; he only means that the bov who al
lows his enthusiasm to express itself in this way must
be prepared for the consequences, and what American
youth would he debarred from the fun of a Fourth of
July by the risk of blowing his eyes out? Let the
youngsters have their fun for one day‘in the year. It is a
barbarous mode of enjoyment, no doubt, but it is ever
so much better than none at all, and he who begrudges
them tlieir fun and will not join in it, if occasion offer,
ought to lie branded as an unpatriotic old fogy. Instead
of prohibiting tire-crackers, the law should compel
every able-bodied man. woman and child in the coun
try to contribute at least one torpedo to the general ex
plosion. Nobody ever complains of the noise be makes
himself, and if everybody joined in to swell the hulla
balloo, not only should we have less grumbling, but we
might all regain something of the enthusiasm of our
youth and should feel that the Fourth of July really
meant something.
The Indian Son-Danee at Pine Ridge.
[The Capital.]
This summer the Sioux assembled at the Pine Ridge
Agency, nearer to civilization than usual, to celebrate
the religious festival of the sun-dance, which is the
finest exhibition of barbaric fanaticism known in mod
ern times.
There were upwards of five thousand indiuns assem
bled about the 8th of June, and the festival opened on
the 11th with the erection of the “sacred pole,” around
which a great pavilion was pitched, a hole being left in
the top for the sun to pierce through. Twelve hundred
chiefs and warriors were ranged in the tent, and the
sun-dancers entered alternately and went through the
ceremonies of the dance, the prayer and the terrible
mutilations which the warlike religion of the Sioux de
mands.
The young Indian boys who arc intended for warriors
were slashed with knives in order to discipline them to
tlie sterner ordeals of manhood, and the male infants
had their ears pierced for rings.
All this is done to the wild, discordant music of whis
tles and tom-toms. One sun-dancer’s prayer is the first
specimen of the sort ever ventured on by a Sioux, and
was hailed with fervent sympathy by ‘the assembled
warriors. The priest dancer was in fine training. He
had fasted for sixty hours, and appeared considerably
inspired by hunger, fanaticism and superstition. After
he had lacerated himself in a manner too cruel to de
scribe, ami bad himself tied to the pole with a lariet
drawn through two of his wounds, he uttered some
thing as follows:
“Great spirit give us strength to bear the ordeals be
fore us. Let our people be free from the plague and
from evil fortune. Let them increase in wisdom'‘and in
numbers, and teach them how to live at peace with
tlieir pale-faced brethren and to learn their ways. Let
the buffalo return and tbe pony herd increase until they
cover the grass and the beautiful flowers with their
numbers. Teach us the true spirit of brotherhood aud
peace, of justice and love.”
This, says the reporter who heard it, was so different
from the usual form of savage prayer, and was so deep
and earnest that the invocation was 'received with sol
emn approval, and when the sun-priest fell almost ex
hausted, American Horse drove into the ring in a light
wagon, harnessed with two beautiful ponies, and a
lovely Indian girl sitting in the vehicle. This turnout
was a present to the sun-dancer, and was followed by
hundreds such from other chiefs, though none so ele
gant and princely.
Shall onr Girls go to the Kitchen ? YYhy
Not ?
[Philadelphia Times.]
The everlasting discussion of the servant-girl question
has finally led to some suggestions in a Chicago paper
that ought not to be east aside hastily. It is that intel
ligent American girls shall undertake to supply tlte
great want felt in all our kitchens for conscientious la
bor. Thousands of girls are under the necessity of
rtaintaining t/ittuseives'and the drilcuity iS ti> know
what to do. Few of them can make a living with the
pen, and very few of that few are sufficiently studious
and thorough to make tlieir work worth * anything.
There are more milliners, dressmakers, shop-girls and
teachers already than can be crowded into the places,
and crowds of anxious, half-starving women are look
ing about in every direction for something to do that
will keep them ailoat. Very few of them ever think of
going into the kitchen, and yet the work there is not
harder than much they are willing to undertake for
considerable less pay. No girl who will consent to do
tills thoroughly woman work and apply to it a little in
telligence need ever have any fears about her mainte
nance. It offers her a home, which in most instances
to an intelligent and faithful girl will he found to he all
that the name implies, and she will have a money in
come from which she can save a great deal more than
out of the average wages of shop-girls or dress-makers.
It will he very natural for some of the young women
who want to be milliners to stick up tlieir noses at the
very idea of going into the kitchen, and these ought
by all means to keep out of the kitchen. They would
be less useful there than the kind of people who now
abound in confusion and ignorance among greasy pots
and pans. It is not essential that there should he any
more confusion in that important department of the
domestic establishment. What is needed is a little in
telligence to give system and dignity to labor; to do it
with grace and render it much easier for all concerned
than is now the case. If girls with any sort of common
sense, who are now seeking something to do, would
consent to undertake this necessary reform of the
kitchen, they could have tlieir own way and would
soon make it possible for the average woman to keep
house without perpetual worry. People are willing to
pay almost any price for peace in their homes, for work
well done, hut it is impossible to become reconciled to
the payment of high wages—and they areas high now
ns when cotton and calico cost two and three times
their present price—to kitchen girls whose hardest work
is in trying not to earn what thevget.
THE ROMANCE OF FREEDOM.
All Interesting; Letter from Frederick
Don glass to Citizens of Rochester.
[From the Rochester Democrat, June 27.]
A bust of Frederick Douglass was recently placed in
Sibley Hall, of the University of Rochester. The cere
monies were quite informal—too informal, we think, as
commemorating a deserved tribute from the people of
Rochester to one who will always rank as among her
most distinguished citizens. Mr. Douglass himself was
not notified officially of the event and therefore could,
in no public manner, take notice of it. He was, how
ever, informed privately of it by the gentleman, whose
address is given below, and responded to it most happily,
as will be seen by the following letter, which we are
permitted to publish:
Washington, D. C., June 25, 1S79.
Samuel D. Porter, Esq. ;
Mv Dear Sir:—I am extremely obliged to you for
your kind and timely letter which came this morning
for it was a relief from a real cause of embarrassment
hen first I read of the formal unveiling and presenta
tion of my bust to the city of Rochester, the speeches
made on the occasion by eminent gentlemen—notabiv
the remarks of Dr. Anderson, the honored President of
Rochester University, an institution which has done so
much to make the name of the city illustrious—I felt an
almost irrepressible impulse to do or say something out
of the common way, to some one of my old friends and
fellow-citizens, which should express, however crudely
something of the grateful sentiment stirred in my breast
by this distinguished honor. But as no one of the re
spected gentlemen active in the procurement of the tes
timonial said anything to me about it, and treated me
as if I were out of the world, as all men should be when
they are reduced to marble, I began at last to think that
silence on my part was perhaps the best way to observe
the proprieties of the occasion. Now, however I am
relieved. \ou have made it easy for me to speak to ex
press my earnest acknowledgements to the committee of
gentlemen having this matter in charge and who have
conducted it to completion. Incidents of this character
L n d i J - I1 i u , C v amaz e me. It is not, however, the
height to which I have risen, but the depth from which
I have come, that most amazes me. It seems only a
little while ago, when a child, I might have been seen
fighting with old Nep, my mother’s dog, for a small
shareof the few crumbs that fell from the kitchen ta
ble ; when I slept on the hearth, covering mv feet from
the cold with the warm ashes and my head with a corn
°u- lj u a i vhile ft 8° dragged to prison to be sold
to the highest bidder, exposed for sale like a beast of
burden ; later on put out to live with Covey, tlie ue^ro
breaker ; beaten and almost broken in spirit, having lit
tle hope either for myself or my race ; vet, here I °nin
alive and active, and with my race enjoying citizenship
m the freest and prospectively the most powerful nation
on the globe. In addition to tins, you and your friends
while I am yet alive, have thought it worth while to
preserve my features in marble and to place them in
your most honored institution of learning, to be viewed
by present and future generations of men. I know not
my friend, how to thank you and the gentlemen who
have acted with you for this distinguished honor Mv
attachment to Rochester, my home for more than a
quarter of a century, will endure with my life Very
gratefully and truly yours, e y
Frederick Douglass.