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JOHSII.KCAI.S. Editor anti Proprietor.
Win. B. SEAI.S. Proprietor and Cor. Editor.
MRS. MARY E. BK VAX. * Associate Editor
ATLANTA, GEORGIA, AUGUST 2. iS79.
The New Hope of the Bonapartists.—Jerome
Bonaparte lias refused to be regarded as the present
peg on which the adherents to the Napleonic cause
may hang their shauowy hopes, but he intimates
that his sou may be accorded that honor, and now
the Ever Faithful turn their faces to the young
Prince Vieter Bonaparte and by this homage feed
his youthful ambition with dreams of the crown of
France. The prince is only seventeen years old,
tall, handsome, straight as a dart, with dark hair
and large, dark eyes, full lips and the Napoleonic
nose. He is very high spirited and rather rash and
impetuous—a very Hotspur in fact but with gener
ous impulses. He is the son of Clothiide—that
sisterof King Victor Emanuel, who so reluctant
ly gave her innocent youth, and beauty to the arms
of the blasr and sardonic rone, Prince Jerome Bona
parte. *
An Enterprising Woman.—Madame Charlotte
Erasmi, a German widow with sis children, earned
a competency lor herself, and built up a great busi
ness house, in thequaint old town of Lubeck. Some
ten or twelve years ago, she started a tiny shop for
the sale of canned fruits, and preserved meats. She
canned the fruits, meats, and vegetables herself, and
they were all of superior quality, and presently
came into good demand. Madame Erasmi was a
woman of great energy, intelligence, and business
tact. Step by step she enlarged her factory and her
sales, shrewdly and carefully, until thetiny closet
which at first held her earthly possessions grew to
fifty times its original size. She educated her chil
dren, meantime, in the best schools in Europe, and
brought them up to be a credit to themselves and
society. Her business now included the preparation
of ship's provisions, potted meats fish of all kinds
canned asparagus and other vegetables, canned
fruits, jellies, fruit syrups. Liebig's extract of meat,
and near a dozen different canned soups. She has a ^
branch house in' London, has a large trade in New
York, and sends her goods all over the world. Her
business card reads as follows : “Charlotte Erasmi.
Court Purveyor to his Majesty Emperor William I.,
Factory for Canned Provisions.” Kaiser Wilhelm
himself wrote her a letter of commendation, and
she has received prize medals and certificates from
Lubecs, Hamburg, Copenhagen, Rheims, Berlin,
and from the world’s Exposition at Vienna. Her
eldest son, now of age, has taken his place as part
ner, and two other sous are to be admitted to the
firm as soon as they are old enough and wise enough.
Madame Charlotte, however, although now wealthy,
herself remains at the head of the house.
A Wort! with yon.—Somebody asks: “What is 1 A Kate Sothern Cnw in Paris—How it Was
the use ot worrying? You may fret and fume, and j Becidet!.—Paris has just had n case to match Geor-
sigh and whine; you may grumble because you can- j gia's notorious one of Kate Sothern. The chief ac-
not have things your own way: you may criticise I tress in the French.tragedy was Madame Pourcher a
and snarl, and make yourself and all around you j a very good looking, and ns it was shown at the
nervous and uncomfortable; you may continually j trial, a laborious, honest woman who had five chil-
say that things are going to the dogs, and that men
and times are degenerating, and not half as good as
they used to be; you may imagine you are on the
highway to the poor house, the work house or some
other terrible place, because you cannot make as
much money as you did a few yeais ago; you may
do all these foolish things, and a score besides, and
what Better off will you be? Things will go on just
the same, and you will be carried on with them,
whether you grumble or not. just as the world
turns around it carries you with it. You cannot
jump off dead oralive, round and round you must
dren and an unfaithful husband.
“One morning sne armed herself with a revolver,
and awaited her rival at the door of her house.
When Mile. Augustine saw the injured wife, she
fled, and darted up the stairs ola neighboring house,
hotly pursued by Madame Pourcher, who fired, but
unfortunately shot a man named Chollet instead of
her rival. Mine. Pourcher acknowledged her crime,
and declared “that her intention was to kill Mile.
Augustine, who ate the bread of her children. Nei
ther tears nor entreaties had had any effect on her
husband.” After hearing M. Pourcher and Chollet,
go with It, and share its fate. Here you are aud you | who had recovered, the .Solicitor-General rose, and
cannot get away. So what is]the best for you to do
about it? Keep on worrying and grumbling or look
ing everything squarely in the face, trust in Provi
dence, and do your supremest and bravest in meet
ing the day's demand upon you? If you cannot get
as much as you desire, take what you can get honest
ly and be thankful if you have enough bread to eat,
and clothes to wear, and a roof to shelter you and
yours. Worthier fellows than you have often lack
ed all or some of these essentials.
If the times be hard and business slow what, then?
Why cut off superfluities and spend less. Let your
outgo be less than your income, no odds how small
the matter may be. This is the philosopher's stone
—this is the secret of fortune. A young man who is
brave enough to live up to this maxim is the most
independent man in creation. His oatmeal porridge
or Indian mush is a richer food than the prodigal
epicures' daintest fish, for it is seasoned with man
ly independence. His plain coat has a higher beauty
than the dandy’s broadcloth, for its adorned all ov
er with gems of noble self-deuiai, which the angels
see, even if the world does not.”
The Difference Between Big and Eittle D.—
The talented minister of the church at Maltese
Cross Roads was awarded the degree of Doctor of
Divinity by one of our colleges a few weeks ago,
and as soon as the commencement exercises were
over he telegraphed the news to one of his deacons.
The telegram, he sent It, read : “I've just been
D. D.'d by my alma mater,” but as the deacon re-
Abraham Lincoln as n Poet.—It is pleasant
to find that a public man is not merely a machine
from which private conscience "and feeling have
been eliminated—that one, whose work lies in the
thickest and hottest of the dust and sun of life's
highway, may yet have yet some nook of senti
ment kept fresh and dewy in his heart or some hid
den shrine at which he drops a tear as salt aud sad
as the tears of private mortals. Such nooks of feel
ings seem to have existed;in the nature of Lincoln
—thatjtruly remarkable man whose strength of coar-
acter and honesty of purpose, theSouthtto her cred
it) recognizes and acknowledges, notwith
standing the proverbial complaint of the blindness
of Southern prejudice, and in spite ot the fact that
the pall which covers these four black years of
our past is stamped with Lincoln's name M Uile
smiling with seorntui tolerance over the extrava
gance of Lincoln’s Northern deifiers, the majority of
Southerners yet do justice to his strongly individ
ual character. It is rather strange that they should
contioue the ex-pr esident's share in our misfortunes
and even feel regret for his untimely death, when
they have never forgiven Mrs. Stowe, whose Uncle
Tom was the recruiting sergeant that beat up the
army of opposition to the cause of slavery.
And yet it is not strange either, for the difference
in feeling is founded in the instinctsj of our nature,
which make us comprehend that Lincoln, if fanat
ical by education and forced by circumstances at
the head of a movement whose impetuosity he did
his best to restrain, was yet honest in his views and
intentions, ami possessed of a magnanimity that
would have withheld him from being ungenerous
to a defeated foe. On the other hand, wel'eelasin-
iu feeling t"rms asked the jury to record a verdict
“such as morality even more than humanity de
manded.” The judge also took the extraordinary
course of demanding the acquittal of the prisoner.
It is hardly necessary to add that Mme. Pourcher
was at once released, and her husband was con
demned to pay Chollecs2i)0 damages. *
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ofthey-iekly pathetic in which si^e ?lacv> in ^vr^.
stinctively and as surely that Mrs. Stowe was pos
sessed of no such honesty of purpose; that her fanat-
ceived it it read : “I've just been d—d by my alma i i»ism was fed by her avarice, ^tnd that the strong
mater." The deacon had the most exalted opinion A
of his dfouinie not. onlv '<nreiAaei.iinl
but his ifibral worth, and al once called an
tion meeting of the church, at which, in the most
scathing terms, he denounced the college which had
presumed to d—n a reverend gentleman who was of
unimpeached soundness in doctrine, aud whose
practice was in strict conformity with his preach
ing. He carried all his hearers with him, and his
motion that the salary ofthelrdear but shamefully-
abused, pastor be Increased $500, and that a oomrnit-
tee be appointed to purchase a silver service to be
presented to him on his return, was carried unani
mously, aud there wasn't a dry eye in the house.
The newly-degreed minister, bearing his blushing
honors with graceful humility, arrived home in the
morning. ******
In the afternoon the deacon, we regret to say, dis.
solved his connection with the church aud bought
a shotgun. About the same time a genial aud ur
bane telegraph operator began leaving for parts un
known as fast as the lightning express would carry
him.
Poor Memphis—A Sad and Sensible Edito
rial.—We clip the following touching article from
the editorial columns of the Memphis Appeal.
The situation is not very encouraging to-day. The
fever since Saturday has made rapid strides toward
the epidemic form, and though the physicians say
it yields reaaily to treatment, it is none the less
shunned as a plague. The exodus yesterday was
greater, if possiole, than on any day since the an
nouncement of the result ot the Mulbrandon autop
sy. Every train on the Charleston and Louisville
railroads was crammed with people, and the boats
were uncomfortably crowded. This liegira, so far as
some points are concerned, was made too late to es
cape the discomforts of quarantine. St. Louis will
hold the boats for ten days at the quarantine sta
tion, fifteen miles this side of that city. Cairo will
not allow any passengers to land from Memphis
packets, aud only Louisville and Cincinnati have
modified the rules and regulations so as to afford all
of our dust-stained, wearied and frightened people
who are not sick a haven of rest. At home we are
environed by a mesh of quarantines so closely in
terwoven that it would seem impossible for even a
fly to pass through Arkansas, Mississippi or Ten
nessee unchallenged and without several medical
examinations. The curse and mischief of quaran
tine, the brutal inhumanity, the callous indiffer
ence to human sorrow and* suffering have never
been so likely to be tested as during the unhappy
months before us. Perhaps, by-and-bye, the mails
will be stopped and all travel interdicted, then we
shall indeed feel the full force and effect of a code
whose enforcement, as we know to our sorrow,
could not save Memphis from this untimely visit
from the yellow-fever. The grounds for the camps
have not yet been selected. The people in the coun
try are so frightened that they will not consent to
the establishment of a camp or camps—at least this
has been found to be the case along the Charleston
railroad by Captain Grant, who deserves the lasting
gratitude of the people of Memphis for the services
he has rendered in this regard, for his efforts in our
behalf in 1S7S. But by to-morrow ground will be
surveyed somewhere near the city, and the tents
loaned by the Federal government will be put up
and a competent commandant, with guard aud sur
geon-in-charge be detailed to preserve law and or
der. Until these arrangements are completed, we
advise the people to keep cool—not to indulge in
liquor, not to indulge in panic-producing propby-
lastics or liver-pads, not to use medicine without
medical advice—in a word, to be temperate in all
things—in speech, in food and in drink.
We have not read a more sensible and touching
article, and it does seem to us that the haste with
which other places have establish ed quarantines
against this unfortunate people is downright cruel
ty. To refuse them admittance into your gates,
when they are fleeing from a deadly and horrible
scourge seems hard in the extreme.
In the Chronicle and Constitutionalsst of Augus
ta, Ga., we find this article.
A gentleman and his sister, from Memphis, reach
ed the city yesterday and stopped at a friend's house.
As soon as the Chiel of Police heard of their arrival
he sent an officer to notify them that under the
quarantine regulations aaopted by the Board of
Health they must leave the city at once. They im
mediately complied, and took quarters in Ham-
bug fora day or two, until they can make arrange
ments to go elsewhere.
The quaiantine officers should be very careful not
to allow auy parties from the infected district to
come to the city.
Beechers) for the sacred ■ purpose of putting
own purse.
Butabout thepoeticsideofLincoln’scbaracter. Mr.
Noah Brooks’ recent brief sketch in Scribner, “Lin
coln's Imagination,” shows us how the electric
wires of fancy and sentiment ran through the man’s
iron nature, and sometimes showed themselves in
little involuntary flashes of poetic or pathetic ut
terance which he tried to suppress, thinking they
were unbecoming in a homely, rough man t who had
a great burden of national interests on his shoul
ders. It seems that he was a great friend to that
much abused waif, the newspaper muse, aud would
often clip out verses that struck his eye and slip
them in his pocket to be read over when alone, or
shared with some particular friend. Those verses
were often not the most brilliant by any means,
but they were always expressive of the nobler feel
ings—usually of tender sympathy with humanity.
Sometimes, the party engineers around him, whose
brains were working with schemes of personal ag
grandizement, or buzzing with the echoes of re
vengeful war, would get thoroughly irritated with
Lincoln on seeing how his thoughts could run upon
thi ngs that seemed so puerile to them. Thus at For
tress Monroe, while waiting t he results of the move
ment against Norlolk, he could set and read with
signs of deep emotion in his rugged face the lines
from Kiug John that reminded him ol his lost boy
Willie:
“And father Cardinal, I have heard you say
That we shall see and know our friends in Heaven.
If that be true, I shall see my boy again.”
Aud again, when a bitter speech was sent him
from New York, advocating , nodoubt, the extreme
measures against the rebels, which the Wendell
Phillips set, were forever trying to force upon him>
his eye glanced carelessly over the speech bu* set
tled upon some verses at the close, from Longfel
low's “Building of the Ship.” He had read them
aloud in his usual frank way, and finding that he
had never seen the poem, a friend recited it for him,
who says, that as he listened to the last lines,
“Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers our tears,
Our faith triumpliauto'er our fears, etc.,”
his eyes filled with tears, and his cheeks were wet.
He did not speak for some minutes, but finally he
said, with simplicity: “It is a wonderful gift to be
able to stir a man like that.”
Even Lincoln's official documents show touches
of the quaint, poetic spirit that softened his nature.
Reviewing the military operations of the year,
he said (ailnding to the help given by the negro
troops) that the history of these oper-ations was
“dotted down in black and white.” Referring
to the work of the gunboats that had puajied
themselves into sloughs and bayous, considered
unnavigable, he said “we must not forget Uncle
Sam’s web feet that have been present not only on
the broad waters, but on the narrow muddy ones,
and have left their tracks wherever the ground was
a little damp.”
Hi - first inaugural address contained these mem
orable words:
“The mystic chords of memory stretching from
every battle-field and patriot grave, to every living
heartland every hearthstone of this broad land will
yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again
touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels
ol our nature."
Surely there was much good in such a man—
there was breadth and humanity that is insepera-
ble from the poetic nature, and it is to be deplored
that the office of restoring peace to our disturbed
country was snatched from his hands by Booth’s
mistaken bullet. He had the;love and confidence
of his people and he best could have enforced the
humane measures, his native kindness aud justice
would have dictated. The man who called military
glory “the alluring rainbow that falls in showers of
blood," the “serpent's eye that charms to destroy”
would not have made his rulership tne apotheosis
of military power, enforced harsh laws at the bayo
net's point and inaugurated the idea of a govern
ment centralized aud upheld by the military aria.
Vicarious Matrimony.
Mothers with Marriageable Daughters. •
[Philadelphia Times.]
To the serious-minded mother with marriageble
daughters upon her hands life is anything but a pe
riod of idle enjoyment. It is a period of toil, of
discipline, of earnest striving toward the goal of a
successful marriage for each one of the sweet young
things over whose destinies she has been appointed
by a kindly Providence to preside. Through the
winter she rests not, and the summer that brings to
other workers more or less of release from toil to
her brings no release at all. In truth, the summer
is the season of her most severe labor. H’ith a
heroism altogether worthy of the great cause in
which she is engaged, she traverses hundreds of
miles of country, put up with any quantity of in
conveniences and freely spends her husband’s
money in adventuring her precious merchandise
upon the matrimonial high seas.
There is sound wisdom manifested by the serious-
minded mother in thus abandoning familiar waters
and striking out upon the great deep of the sum
mer resorts with the intent to further her vicarious
matrimonial schemed it is true of the average
man that amidst strange surroundings his heart is
most easily affected by the gentle passion which in
one way or another masters all the world. Into
the daily routine of many a man’s life there is no
room for love to come; but when that routine is
set- aside the gods have but to provide a very in
different object upon which nis affections may
ceutre aud he straightway becomes asmoonilvuiad
a lover as ever moaned and sighed. It may not be
very profound, very lasting, this passion that over
takes him so suddenly; but while it does last it
holds him bound in chains. And so the serious-
minded mother, realizing all this, takes it upon
herself to give the gods a lift in their labors, and
hies her away to the seaside or to the mountain
side with all her flock about her, to the end that
the idle young man (eligible financially) there so
journing in fancied safety mav fall quickly and
perchance not unwillingly a victim to the languish
ing malady called love. Moreover, the mother
counts upon the abounding social freedom charac
teristic of American watering places as a most val
uable adjunct to the success of her project for mak
ing two hearts with but a single purse, two bank
accounts as one. In this respect she does not count
in vain. The broader, freer country life disposes
the young beings in whose interest she so persist
ently lubors, as well as the young beings towards
whom her labors are directed, to a more natural
a more love-making life than is possible amidst the
conventionalities of the town. Constantly thrown
together, companions in the surf or in scrambles
among the roc®4%'4 arrive at a degree of inti-
alone. We furnish them for church going and fu
neral attending, for cglls and even shopping expe
ditions. Then, again, we rent them sometimes tor
a season to parties who furnish good security.
These are generally match-making mothers, who
want additional attractions for their marriageable
daugters, or adventuresses, who use their flashing
ures as baits to hood gudgeons.
‘The securities are almost always bonds or deeds
for real estate. But last week the wife of a promi
nent lawyer hired sets for her three daughters to
wear at Saratoga and Sharon, and for security
gave me policies of insurance on her husband’s life
for fifty-three thousand dollars. Several times
brokers have given bills of sale for their seats in
the stock exchange as security for wife or mistress
(more commonly mistress’) jewels. Such a seat is
worth about seven thousand, five hundred dollars.’
‘IITio are your best customers’’
‘Actresses and fast women. We never require
any security from them. The publicity of their
stations is sufficient guarantee for us. I have learn
ed jewels to nearly every actress, of note or not, on
the New York stage. Among the fast women, Jen
nie Mitchel and Fanny Bell were regular custom
ers of mine. I have loaned each of ’em as high as
fifteen thousand dollars worth of stones without
even a receipt. I charged them double fees. The
theatrical ladies, on the other band, got the gems
they used for merely a nominal sum. It advertised
them to see them on the person of a beautiful and
well-known woman, you see.’
THE LITERARY END OF THE GRANT BOOM
Jd liot^ltf* -—
• oh Wnistiiag at dinners and
lunches and dance* i'll month thev feel as though
they had known each cither their whole lives long.
It is when this critical point is reached that the se
rious-minded mother’s zealous work is either
crowned with a triumphant success or wrecked
hopelessly. It may be that on some mellow night
late in August, when the warm air is quivering
with rich, amber moonlight, when the waves are
drifting in upon the sands in great, dark masses
covered with silvery froth and spray, or when the
wind is soughing mysteriously among the trees on
the mountain side—it may be under meteorological
and aquatic conditions such as these that the ’death
less sweet question’ may be put and answered with
a prompt affirmative—so bringing gladness to the
anxious mother's heart. Or, it may be that under
these identical conditions the young*man. may have
the sense to perceive that a young woman will not
necessarily be a good wife because she looks pretty
in the moonlight, and, so perceiving, may give her
a cool good-night and good-by as he brings her in
from their romantic ramble and. thinking no more
of her, may return the next morning to town—so
bringing to the anxious mother's heart the dread
ful bitterness that come of flat defeat.
And at this very moment, in a thousand places
high up among the mountains or down by the sea,
this pretty game is being played. The serious-
minded mother has departed from the deserted
city, aud amidst the sparkle and the freshness of
the country she is marshaling her army of fair un-
amazoniau amazons for the summer campaign—
tLat is reckoned to end in a victory when the
forces surrender in admitted defeat. Heaven be
good to the tender combatants, and teach them to
tight only with worthy foes: foes who when trans
formed into lords aud masters may entreat them
kindly and with an ever-increasing love ! And
Heaven be good t.o the poor old bothered mothers,
too. and send them the success that their personal
sacrifices in order so win vicarious blessings so
richly deserve.
Hired Jewels.
Last winter, at a brilliant society fete in New
York city, a beautiful young lady was seen in a
quarrel with a rival belle whose neck aud ears were
resplendent with diamonds. The dancers stopped
to listen, for it got to be interesting when the first
young lady in a high kev declared that the other’s
diamonds were only hired.
‘I wore them myself, ’ she cried, ‘last Monday eve
ning at Mrs. Howard Swellingly’s bal], and now
that impudent piece is sporting them just as if they
were her own. But they are not. They are only
hired from old Solomon, the diamond renter. And
fifty other girls have worn them this winter.’
This was too much for the rival to stand, and
she broke her ivory fan over the accuser’s lovelv
face with such violence and precision that the blood
flowed aud the victim fainted. Those two fair
ones had to leave New York society for good, so
elaborate was the story at once turned out of the
ladies’ school for scandal.
But the incident served to expose many similar
instances of borrowed or rather hired plumage.
The jewel renters of New York are a peculiar
class, who rent full sets of jewels for balls and par
ties, churches, funerals, promenades, and in fact
every occasion where a belle or a fast woman
would display herself, but especielly to maneuver-
mg mothers who have daughters on the matrimo
nial exchange.
A reporter last week caught a jewel renter who
spoke thus:
’The jewels are loaned for an evening onlv. A
customer signs a receipt to that effect. If the'gems
are not returned we have only to apply for a war
rant for the thiefs arrest, and the law deals with
promptness aud severity with the case. It was on
ly last week that an attempt was made to rob me
of jewels worth eight thousand dollars by a young
lady whose miserly father, though he is one of the
wealthiest shipping merchants in the country, keeps
her on verv limited pin money. The gems were
not returned at the appointed hour. I sent for
them. The young lady had just started for Sara
toga. I procured a warrant and sent a detective
after her. The diamonds were in her trunk. She
had forgotten them, she said. Her bad memory
cost her father ‘a thotuatd dollars to l 'ush up the
case.’
‘We don’t lend jewels for purposes oi festal show
The Capital.
The Literarv End of the Grant Boom, as the Na
tion happily styles it, appears in print from the
gifted pen of John Russel Young, author of the
celebrated Caesar editorials of the New York Her
ald, that sometime since so solemnly warned the
people of the evils likely to flow from a third term
in the presidency. John, in this later guise, is r
specimen of Herald enterprise. That amazing spec
imen of American journalism, that introduced po
lo to the Yankees, Stanley to the interior of Africa
and an expedition to the north pole, turned the
gifted J. Russel Young into a Boswell, to chronicle
the doings, sayings and adventures of our inebri
ated ex-excellency among the crowned heads of
the older world. We have parts i and 2 of “Around
the lUorld with General Grant," and we learn that
there are twenty parts, making in all 1,280 pages,
obtainable through subscription to the American
News Company, li e are also informed that this is
to be on “heavy, extra-calendared paper, manu
factured expressly for this work, and eight hundred
illustrations, designed and engraved by the best
artists and engravers in America.” This is doing
the work in a style worthy the ex-king aud future
emperor of the Yankee Doodles, while studying a
strong government among the potentates of the
old world.
Parts 1 and 2 are intensely amusing and instruc
tive. They fairly palpitate with interest. Since
the publication of Josephus .in eight volumes we
have met with nothing that so excites one to his
or her innermost depths as part i and 2. From
them we learn that his inebriated ex-excellency
won for himself the proud recognition accorded
him by kings and emperoi's by “his judicious direc
tion of the Executive branch of the Government
for eight years.” On shipboard while outward
bound, we are told that “the reticence which had
characterized the manner of the ex-President du
ring the many years of his onerous and toilsome
employment in the service of his country dropped
from him as though it were a mask,” and the cap
tain of the Indiana pronounced him the most in
teresting and entertaining talker he had ever met
This was very kind of the captain, and would re.
mind us of the polite gentleman in command of the
Pinafore, were it not that the reminder is so damn
ably commonplace. We are further told that Gen.
Grant smoked incessantly during the voyage, and
that Mrs. Grant suffered from the mcil cle mer,
which translated in a 1 ;i>eral manner means seasick
ness. His cousins, his sisters and his aunts were
saved this, for the lively combination managing
the Grant Boom stipulated that not a relative or
connection should accompany the great boomer in
liis wanderings, abroad. No Caseys crT*ent>\ if
■ We honestly believe t/hat with a talkiugbamer at'
One’s elbow, or two senators verging on delirium
tremens to keep one awake, parts 1 and 2 could be
found to read like a novel. We have to inform the
curious that beyond compilation the gifted Young
has little to do with parts 1 and 2. They are made
up of newspaper accounts of receptions aud Smal
ley’s letters to the Tribune. They remind one
amazingly of that Yankee skipper told of by old
Sam Johnson, who, while cruising off the mouth of
the Thames said to his mate, “Let us sail up this
strange river, and see what manner of men live on
its banks.”
The Panic in Memphis.
The Hush for the Trains.
The excitement was at a fever heat: at the cor
ner of Maine aud Madison, in the Peabody Hutel,
under every shelter that afforded protection from
the rays of a July sun. registering 100 degrees in
the shade, a crowd gathered and discussed the situ'
ation.
There were cool men and excited men; men curs
ing doctors and men defending them; men swearing
and men laughing; but through and around all a
visible shade of troubled anxiety.
At the railroad aud telegraph offices however,
the scene was indescribable. Fights for space took
place frequently, and eager buyers or senders of
messages called for attention with frantic zeal.
At the railroad offices, for roads going North and
East, there was as much as $25,000 taken in for
tickets on the 10th of July, Thursday. Over
twenty car loads of people left over two roads that
evening and night. All through the dark hours
people living by the depot and along the tracks
were disturbed by the rumbling of trains, the
whistling of locomotives, the creak of the breaks
and the clanging of sonorous bells. The stampede
was amusing to many; in fact, to any person with
the least touch of the ridiculous there was food for
laughter.
\\ hen the train on the Louisville Road com
menced backing into the depot, it was boarded by
a rushing host that wiped out conductor and brakes
men in the twinkling of an eve and left scarce a
seat for those who waited at the regular place.
The platforms and steps were covered with persons
who could squeeze no further. Several instances
occurred where the company sold a section of a
sleeper to three different persons. A prominent
merchant, with his family, occupied births corres
ponding with their ticket, when enter another
prominent merchant and family.
Second merchant—‘You'll have to vacate,sir. I
have a cheque for this section.’
First merchant—‘Not much, I reckon I’ve got a
cheque too, and I’ve paid my money. ’
Second merchant—‘No use talking; I’ve bought
this section, and I’m going to have it, if I have to
appeal to the managers.’
First merchant—Getting up with a resolute air,
and showing a well knit figure, six feet, two in
stockings—'Come and take it if you are a better
man than I am; bring your road managers along
too. When you put me out you are welcome to
the section; but—(menacingly) I’ll lame somebody
before you get through. ’
Second merchant—exit—with charming family.
He swears at all railroads and decides to wait.
THE WORLD’S FAIR.
The gentlen en having in charge the preliminary
arrangements for the New York Universal Exhibi
tion seem to have settled upon a location, and to
have made sufficient progress to render certain that
it will be inaugurated and prove another splendid
national success like the Centennial. The probable
site is Manhattan Square, which, with portions of
Central Park, will comprise an area of about 130
acres ! No great city in the world affords such a lo
cality for such a purpose. The date will probably
be 1883, the hundredth anniversary of the evacua
tion of New York by the British. The first stone of
the Exhibition buildings will oe laid April 30, 1SS0.
These IForld’s Fairs are the trumpet-tongued ex
ponents of civilization: the consecration and coron
ation of labor in its highest achievements.
VILLIAX ALLEYS DOMESTIC LIFE.
The Sad Death of His W ife Less than Two
Years After Their .Marriage.
[From the Cincinnati Enquirer.]
Thus far we have referred only to the public career of
William Alien and altogether ignored liis domestic rela
tions Yet nothing in his whole life shows him in a 111.,re-
beautiful light. At the time he was a candidate lor Con
gress he was a suitor for the hand 01 the daughter ot Gen
eral Me Arthur, who was his political opponent, and. we
believe engaged to be married to her. Perhaps not en-
miged though, as she afterwards married a Colonel
Coons’, of Louisiana. Colonel Coons, however, soon died,
and in the course of time Alien renewed his suit and •
was accepted. During his second term in the Senate the
wedding-day was appointed and everything made ready
for the marriage. Just about this time the Texas an
nexation question came up, and he wrote to his affianced,
who was at that time living in Cincinnati, asking her to
postpone the ceremony until that question was decided.
To this she consented and the nuptials were celebrated
aa soon afterward as he could leave. He took his bride
back with him to Washington and for nearly two years
life was to him but a long summer's day of happiness.
Never was husband loved more faithfully or trustingly
than he by her; never one more tenderly and affection
ately tillin' she bv him. In January, ls-17. his wife died,
leaving an infant child, the daughter who has since
grown up to he the head of his household and other
husband's. At the time of his wife’s death there were
no railroads connecting the Capital with the West. Tile
fond husband would not think for a moment of consign
ing tile remains of tlie one he loved and held most dear
to a grave amid strangers, and so he decided to transport
them to Chillicothe tor burial. .So lie procured the ser
vices of an undertaker and started with them, he riding
behind on horseback. When night would overtake them
they would stop at the nearest hotel, and he would have
tlie cotlin taken from the hearse and borne to liis own
apartment, where he kept watch over it until morning
came and time to start again. More than a week elapsed
in this mournful trip; yet at no moment during that
time was his mourutul gaze taken away from the last re
mains of her whom he had loved so dearly in life and
could scarce part with in death. After her burial he re
turned to Washington and finished his term of office,
and then he betook himself with his child to the home
where he for so long led a life of retirement among his
books and the study of science and philosophy.
SNAKE FIGHTS.
How King Snakes and Black Snakes Fairly
Chen l )i Virginia Copperheads.
[From the Richmond (Va.) Dispatch.]
The following is "a snake story as is a snake story.” It
comes from the Snithtni lb,mt 'through the Greensboro
Patriot, our friend huffy, of that paper, showing his
proper appreciation by copy ing the same and marking
it, that we might see it, for which we thank him. The
story is one of very great interest. Mr. Morrison is an
educated gentleman, and showed his critical disposition
by the tests to which lie resorted to find out what the
king snake was about. He was gratified, and we venture
to say that he is among the very few men, if not the only
man. who can say that he has seen the king snake swal
low the copperhead. We have heard often of the black
shake and king snake killing the poisonous snakes, such
as my lord with the rattles, the copperhead ami the vi
pers. hut never of a case of swallowing of either of these
uy the black or the king snake. It was a most ingenious
operation. The king snake held as with a vise the
mouth of the copperhead so that he could not bite until
entirely disabled by suffocation, aud then assisted his
passage down into the place of digestion. A11 admirable
point in the description by Mr. Morrison is that of the
tenacity of the king snake in maintaining his ground.
The lifting of him and his victim together and the con
veying oi them some distance, and tlie impaling oi the
victim with a fork could not disconcert him or break his
hold upon his-prey. .The story, we venture to say, is
one of the most interesting snake stories tiiat have ap
peared for long years in the public prints. Aye, save
the kiug snake and save the black snake. They are be
lieved to be of the same family: are both constrictors
and the only ones, we believe, in North America. .Per
sons often gill the black snake—merely, we suppose, be
cause a snake is a shocking animal, and tlie rule of most
men is to kill all kinds 01 snakes wherever they are
found, i he black snake is famed us the enemv of tho.-e
reat pests of society, rats and mice. The king snake is
not so 01 ten seen as the black snake, and it is a matter
not so clear as might be desired, what relation exactiv he
sustains towards the black snake. But we take it "that
he. too, is no stranger to rat-holes, and would uot hesi
tate to enter one that he found convenient. Let us uot
be shocked by these two ophidians, who hurt liobodv
but the enemies of man. .spare them. In vouth we
oucejoined 111 the killing ot a splendid king siluke. Hi?
w as fully nine feet long, aud when we concluded tiiat he
was dead there was a pile of rolled stones upon him so
high that the body wits entirely hidden. We were after
wards intormed that he was licit poisonous and \\% have
regretted the unnecessary outrage of his "taking off"
a very superogatory gen-
" ' 1 nor* oarue-itj-
ever since. Mr. Bergli himself
tlemau. w e must confess—could not
i'tledf-'io a,i I-—elite i-uiumiaCil j
CHASTISE COX GUILTY.
Hie End ol a Very Npeedy Trial.
a kin if nm S ® tIle first degree was ever before
fir-' - H not guilty of murder 111 the first degree then
tile prisoner was not guilty of anything. A more devii-
^kedthe L> ffi°rvtod Cr ^ e n '] Ver c onimitted, and he
ri.dV. rT- 2 learlessly and faithfully
murder in the first degree'" ’buTeVefv dm.^hii' 1
O.ii. and at once\di‘u-a'sbistle” and exeitemen^ 0 Them
followed a solemn silence as the jurors took fficdr seat*
10 hsual question regarding the verdict
Guilty oi murder in the first de
w-hat
I11 ■
the i< 11-01111111 replied:
gree.”
A low muri. — court
»e nt-
lien the
polled, and
teuce of death shouhfuot be passed nfWhi* 1 ** " seU [
that he had nothing to say 1U - ! OU lum - au.wered
1
nance during the trial was not in cam, he];’" , t ' , - UUte '
urge upon you not to hang your hopes on the tteuder
of pardon, but spend the sh./rt time yet left you
- that must soon come. You
your
to the Tombsaiiil'therecoufined W untifthe**t-"h U *’1 tukcU
and then be hanged in the uri , v • , “i lU 01 Au ='^t,
in the next worid which ffie welbftrim • V ‘’ U t - hat 1,ardo11
han
in preparing
for that elis
committed a horrible crime and'showvd no merewto v
A-qurt is that you be ml
you in this world " " "'-‘-“‘-’^og ot society refuses
ttKttKSSSSS“»nr»«■««■
MY life IS LIKE A SHATTERED WRECK.
The Best Imitation of Wilde's Poem.
Iig lias yet been produced tilt
make the name ot Richard Henrv \vr,m TV " . Z 1
Here is the poem of Lieutenan? im'V'TT'"
Wilde, and it certainly partakes much o’f the n
style that inspired it: 01 the beilut dui
ell ot the shipwreck that is o ci
1 et trout the relics of the storm
I he manner his raft will form
Again to tempt the faithless sea ■
But hope rebuilds no barque for me.
My life is like the blighted oak.
That lifts its sore and withered fortr
.Scathed by the lightning's sudden sfSl-e
Sternly to meet the coming storm • k ’
Y ct round that sapless trunk will twine
The curhng tendrils of the vine
And hte and freshness there impart,
Not to the passion-blighted heart.
My life is like the desert rock
I11 the mid ocean, lone aud drear
the wM wave’s ceaseless shock
1 hat round its base their surges r<>ar •
ii et there the sea mass still will ding ’
borne flower will find a cleft to spring
Fi i nuTf .- 0 n en tllere lls ' v eet perfume ;
For me life s flowers no more will bloom!
tTTr' o eS "T ,)e i'wested with a transeendunt bean
t> and pathos when we tell the reader that thc lib. To
writer was one long, agonizing heart-l.reak v \ he
compares himself to the “shattered wreck/die’s no^ me™*
1> painting a picture of the imagination bi.t' Jim, ^
truth in all its sad reality, for his life \vas ifliJhled 8 !^ 6
great mistortime Lieutenant Hooe. the writer oVffht
sad refrain, was born u Virginia and is nit c of thls
lies of the State. He entered Tl ’o navv i' u H.'l. lTn'T 1 '
rapidly promoted, and served with distinction b, Vb*
Mcxteun war. He was of a romantic temperament bis
tihole nature visionary and noetic*! r„ A '*«
broil he killed his messmate He wasTriS f 0 C- u ? ate
and honorably acquitted: but this lift -
whole life, and he groped about in i clo “ded his
A few weeks since he died at ^a of coisu^mmV Sori ; 0 "''
ffieetghthof March hist he wrote the^Tv^Tucring