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ATLANTA. GEORGIA, AUGUST 16. ,879.
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The Dead Prince and the Royal Family
of England.—Queen Victoria put a wreath of
gold laurel leaves on the Prince Imperial’s coffin
with a card attached on which she wrote: ‘'Souve
nir de vice affection, d’estime, et de profonds re
grets de (a part de Victoria Reg.” The Princess of
Wales wrote on the card accompanying her wreath
of violets: “A token of affection and regard for
him who lived the most spotlesss of lives, and died
a soldier's death, fighting for our cause in Zulu'
iand. Prom Albert Edward and Alexandra, July
i2, 1879.” The story runs that the prince was at'
cached to Princess Beatrice, Queen Victoria’s young
est daughter, and that his volunteering his services
in Zululand, was in the hope of winning the favor
of her royal mother. A London poet thus roman
tically puts the story:
He had loved a high-born maiden,
Youngest daughter of a Queen:
Yet his hpart with grief was laden—
Shadows crept their loves between.
Fancy cast a dream-spell o'er him;
Then the ghosts of history came—
Spread his race’s past before him,
While in blood they wrote his name.
Barnwell Bronte no “Domestic Demon. ’
At last, a good Samaritan has appeared to rescue
poor Bam well Bronte’s memory from the biograph
ers of his great sisters, who have stripped it of all
decent humanity and left it by the roadside of
literature a mark for the comtemptuous’indignation
of all who revere the genius that created Jane Evre
and Wuthering Heights. Mr. Francis Grundy in
some entertaining ‘Reminiscences’ in Appleton’s
Journal for August, has given facts and letters that
show this sole son of the Bronte household in a dif-
ferent light from the domestic demon, the selfish
roue and indolent sot which Mrs. Gaskil 'pictures
hnn m her biography of the Bronte sisters.
The Remeniscences show us Barnwell Bronte as
a being abnormal from birth and by circumstan
ces; morbid in brain and body, with the hereditary
seeds of genius that;bore fruit in his sisters’ case,
wrested from such development with him by the
force of the habit of drink and opium, and excited
instead to the evolvement of insanity—that wild
twin sister of genius. He was indolent through
circumstances not by nature. He had a restless
craving for activity and was always seeking em
ployment, which bis habits, his small, delicate,
queer personel and his lack of self confidence pre
vented his obtaining. His father designed him for
the pulpit, but for this, he says, he had ‘not one
mental qualification except perhaps hypocrisy.’
“I want only a motive for ever+inn 1,..
LIFE’S EBROIDERY.
Read at the Commenoent of the State Norma!
College, Niville, Term.
BY LOS MCKEE.
From infancy to efihood, from childhood to
maturity, from maturitill death, through all the
stages or our exKter each action, deed and
thought of ours is a flur which we embroider on
the cloth of life, eitjfin bright, glowing colors
"THE WICHERY OF ARCHERY.”
Historic and Suggestive.
SECOND PAPER.
that will last forever,
will soon fade and It,,
of a u-eless life.
a flur whicl
eitlfin brigl
], Ib Sp the
neutral ones that
the empty background
Vower in the great bou-
quet «e are einlOP°os*| it depends on us alone
and thought shall lie
Each day’s work P
let «e are ewbf P00 .
whether these flowtgir l0 3d 1Jt ,
worked evenly, neats tfl with 0 firm "and steady
hand or whether t-hjr j il be knots and broken
threads and tangled .d *0 reproach us in after
ide by the strange upf “nee 0 £ „ ur WO rk. Each
only a motive for exertion to be happv
and active,” he said elsewhere. Instead, all he got
was a station master’s place at a little roadside sta-
tion-a rude hut in the wilds of Yorkshire, with few
books, little to do, no jurospects and wretched pay
and “with no society congenial to his better tastes, j gffiriouT' I a ndma rk!?i’
but plenty of wild, rollicking half-educated manu-
facters who would welcome him to their houses and
drink with him as often as he chose.” “What. ” asks
his friend “was this morbid man who couldn’t bear
to be alone to do !”
day ttie dark, mysterV*futnre unrolls itself and
becomes present andlter being wrought with
many a thorn and flofr, is past. The year ends
and we have done m|h toward completing our
lire work What vye he done cannot lie undone;
not a single thread caue taken out and another
substituted for it, but/- work must remain as it
is, a shame or an In <wr a us.
History gives an aerarTt of the Bayeux Tapestrv
wrought by Matilda, ueen of William I., repre
senting the facts of tiiYonquest from the signa-
. e 9 of the Qifes-sor, down to the crown
ing ot William. Thisfden tapestry gave to pos-
, lty traces of formerges which otherwise might
Onr first paper, it wiil be remembered by the
reader, closed with a reference to the wild, stir
ring and romantic associations thrown around
the bow and quiver by the name of Robin Hood,
whose last words,a?e said to have been :
A Negro Prlase Butting Match.
Greenville. N. C., July 22.—One of the most nr,wi
• ig world took place hem
contests known to the sporting - ......... ,
day. With a desire to overdo the white people then
groes arranged a hutting match for a purse of i|
the champion cap. The entries were Charles Burling ?
and Boh Brooks, two power! ul-built negro men of at,,,,
twenty-four years. The huttm; “ - r — -
lie butting took place in a large 1,
onthe outsk’rts of the town, and was witnessed bvsev
' ’ ’t. The contest opolled at <4,.,-...
opeiied ut eleven
unabated fury f lir t "
nave been lost. Such ill be our life works, either
to last forever or to .... ....
leaving nothing by
i fie and sink into oblivion,
with we can be remembered.
« >ast ages we can trace the
!y struggled through ad-
p . — asat..-- p.v.,- past.
Hut not eyerythiualhi'.eh we do can lie perfect
n all its parts and a , h we may endeavor to
keep our work froir t >m. evil deed mav ereen
Afterwards, he regarded his life at Luddenfoot
station with horror, and spoke of it as a night mare.
He was struggling out of the mists then, breaking
off evil habits he had brought on by his morbid
wish to try all feelings and sensations upon himself.
The divinely recuperating power of genius was as-
sertmg itself, but Pate again seized, enmeshed, and ( l ulsl fe in design ? tlion, but faded and moth-
j j i-r-, --- 1 eaten« s«Ah .o 7 -. .
Looking back throu
names of men who hr. . _ ^ ^ ^ ^
versifies and trials, air -ho, though not appreciat
ed m their own time, * now and ever will be the
g oiious landmarks i-o,ii-ceeding ages. Look at
Cm-ai, Alexander, apoleon ami our own Wash
ington. they haveinibroidered such grand and
noble deeds upon ti c ]pth of life that the colors
vdl tie lasting Getraf ■ f *» will succeed generation
but never will tliesir *- nil their life works tie
gotten, it will tas^Pu Syrnmids of Egypt, an
everlasting monurn—
I' amt evil deed may creep
........ ...... ulu.- un fj Q f our fluwei-s. Good
deeds are aright a 1 “ -lasting; bad deeds are
daik and sombre ai r .die beauty of the whole.
Have v ou ever seei^y piece of embroidery ex-
One short word had he but spoken,
His had been the maiden’s hand;
In her eyes he read the token.
He could see the promised land.
Love that’s checked is lore the stronger,
Should he bid her be his mate ?
God forbid that he should wrong her !
She should know some happier fate.
He was heir to pomp and splendor;
Hope might dawn for him at last;
Fiercest foes might yet surrender;
But the fatal die was cast.
Comes his dirge across the billows;
Sets his gentle star for aye.
Death his crownless head now pillows—
He has flung his life away.”
The Fat Men’s Excursion.—The Daddy Lam
berts of New York, organized under the name-of
the Fat Man’s Association are not to be deirauu|d
York papers tell us the Falstaff brigade will muster
on the 14th, and will roll down to the pier and be
carefully laden one by one on a capacious steam
er, which ought to be iron clad. Quite an ex
citing time is expected at the annual election of
the association, which takes place immediately af
ter a clam bake at Devlin’s Point House, South
Norwalk. “Every member is entitled to his fill, and
when be has hiccoughed “’nuff,” he is derricked on
to a coal scale, and the heaviest man is declared
champion and president for the ensuing year. A
curious feature of the excursion wifi be the new
twenty-legged stools made expressly for members
from the great California tree recently in New York.
Rumors are rife that a great unknown will enter
the lists for the championship, and the finger of
s ispicion is pointed at Senator Davis, and gossip
whispers that the fairy maiden from the museum
(weight 692 pounds) will be present to bestow her
smiles and hand upon the winner of the honors.”
It is said that all cities are entitled to send one
representative to the Fat Man’s Association. Where
is Fatty Harris—Atlanta’s proud boast in the avoir'
nupoise line, who so wittily vindicates his claim to
distinction on account of his tonnage, and sneers at
Anti fat as a base attempt to delude a man out of the
substantial results of years of good beef and beans,
to say nothing of beer and possum. *
Mr. Henry Smart, who wrote the hymn, “From
Greenland’s^Iey Mountains,” has received a pen
sion of $500 from the British Government.
dragged him down. He was tutor in a family where
there was a cold uncongenial husband, an unloving
unhappy wife, who first pitied the strange, isolated,
gifted creature, then became fascinated by him,
and infatuated him by her unaccustomed sympathy
and attention. The story has been often told, yet
seems still to be little understood. Here is part of
the letter in which he gives his friend an outline of
the miserable drama.
In a letter begun in the spring of i84S, and never
finished, owing to incessant attacks of illness, I
tried to tell you that I was tutor to the son of —a
wealthy gentleman whose wife is sister to the wife
°f—M. P- for the county of—and the cousin of Lord
—- This lady (though her husband detested me)
showed me a degree of kindness which, when I w as
deeply grieved one day at her husband’s conduct.,
ripened into declarations of more than ordinary
feeling. My admiration of her mental and per
sonal attractions, my knowledge of her unselfish
sincerity, her sweet temper, and unwearied cure
for others, with but unrequited return where most
should have iieen given, although she is seventeen
years my senior, all combined to an attachment on
buch is theipjiexrance presented by the
life works of some, mjt, a short time the whole
world may have bet awrtled by the products of a
pui e and elevated iiu». but soon a little spot has
appeared, a spot so si - | as to be almost impercep
tible. Y ear after y*\- passed and the once tiny
spot has deepened till quas covered the whole. A
biadkened rum remain, without one trace of its
former glory. Others itli a care that is perfect-
ly natural mould and ] rm each grain of wheat,
niiikmg each day’s w< k complete and perfect,
gathering in at the end f the year, a sheaf rich with
golden grain. Each 31 ,r another sheaf is added
nil death ends their lab rs. They leave behind the
record of a faithful, ea: lest and* energetic life in
the golden grain mixed ;ith bright flowers—an em
blem of life as it should le.
And so w-e continue, [filling up each day with
some allotted work till death takes us in his arms
and soothes the weary, timeworn soui to rest, Not
till the last great day will every life-work be un
robed and spread out for inspection, and oh ! how-
great the difference between them. Borne wiil be
grand and beautiful, at, honor to the worker, a rec
ord of trial and temptation, and at iast the rich har
vest am 1 wreath of laurels. Others will, have the
productions of a mind kriginally pure and noble, but
oral hundred people,
o’clock, and continued with
hours. At the start Burlington was the favorite, am!
was loudly cheered by the crowd; but he soon began 0,
show signs of fagging, ami after the first hour failed to
co- ie to time, and had to be accorded a brief resj.;?.- ;
re.-ii and breath. As soon as the novel contest was
newc-d Brook’s remarkable powers of endurance amt
thick skull began to tell 011 his antagonist. A few min
ute.-: before the elose of the contest Burlington fell down
from exhaustion, and had to be carried out of the ring
ami medical attendance summoned. He was terribly
bruised and butted about the cranium and face, and
died a few hours after leaving the held. Brooks got the
purse and will, no dout, he arrested and get a good term
of imprisonment in the state prison for manslaughter.
Uow Annie Louise Cary got In Jail out In
Virginia City, Nevada.
On Wednesday of last week, when the Strakoseh Coin-
panv arrived in Virginia City, Miss^Cary and Marie Litta.
set forth without escort to find Piper’s Opera House,
where they were to sing that night. liming, as they
thought, followed directions, they pulled up at the court
house. They marched about the corridors lor some tune,
seeking entrance to the body of the theatre, and finally
penetrated the jail corridor, where a heavy gate clanged
in their face. The ladies demanded admission. 1 he
turkey said they eouldn’tenter without a permit, though
he irindlv volunteered to take any message they might
wish to’ send to their brother. -'Great heavens. v hat
brother?” exclaimed Miss Annie Louise, with impa
tience: “we want logo upon the stage.” .’There am t
my stage to this’ere jail. Miss.” “Jail, jail, and the
deeds all in one confu
piece of w ork caused
id and dust amS
mass, a strange, wierd
Light and darkness,—
rassions and pure thoughts,
The Nashville Christian Advocate says “there is an
inseperablecorrelation between the hatred and en
vy of the suffering poor and the indifference of the
thoughtless rich. The best remedy for Commu
nism is a wise and merciful use by rich men of
their riches.” Good religion and good politics.
Senator Lamar inf ormed a reporter of the Wash
ington Post that there would not be any genera
emigration movement among the negroes, but he
evidently wishes there would. He emphatically
states that Mississippi would blossom like the rose
if the negroes would leave it. We fear, however^
that It will be a longtime before that rose can blos-
rny part, and led to reciprocation which I had little : ^^ ru P t «d|will have the good and bad
looked for. During nearly three years I had daily ‘ “
‘troubled pleasure, soon chatised by fear.’ Three
months since I received a furious letter from my
employer, threatening to shoot me if I returned
from my vacation, which I was, passing at home;
&rm *couragS-and resolution thfftjP J.lii'O'sie an ^
caine to her, none should come to me. I have lain
during nine long weeks utterly shattered in body
and broken down in mind. The probability of her
becoming free to give me herself and estate never
rose to drive away the prospect of her decline un
der her present grief. I dreaded, too, the wreck of
my mind and body, which, God knows, during a
short life have been severely tried. Eleven con
tinuous nights of sleepless horror reduced me to
almost blindness, and, being taken into Y\ ales to
recover, the sweet scenery, the sea, the sound of
music, caused me fits of unspeakable distress. Y ou
will say, ‘What a fool !’ but, if you knew the many
causes I have for sorrow which I can not even hint
at here, you would perhaps pity as well as blame.
At the kind request of Mr. Macaulay and Mr. Baines,
I have striven to arouse my mind by writing some-
AnOjt ]
Xlvl, ^ . ,
* J and *MaT^rl^SiStlven
us to'CVioose the ’ ‘nd-^t h part and embroider our
flowers in bright, gBhiing colors that will last
through all eternity, mb
The Atlanta Poim^jiKicnl Exhibition and
Frnit Feast at Jam^ Hall.—The Atlanta Porno-
logical Society had its\ nnual exhibition at James’
Hall on Tuesday. Coiidering that the j’ear ha s
been a most unfavorable one for fruit, the display
was remarkably good. The fruit, exhibited was Of
superior quality and was disposed with admirable
taste, interspersed with stands of flowers.and orna
mental foliage, and festoons of vines. There were
some fine Bartlett pears and some superb peaches
thing worthy of being read, but I re.-ill3- can not do | (J f different varieties, but the speciality of the ex-
so. Of course, you will despise the writer ot all
this. I can only answer that tiie writer does tl
hibition was the grapes. In abundance, in variety
same, and would not wish to live if iie did npt hope j and in splendor of size and color, the display of
The Greenback Plalfonn In Pennsylvania.
The Green backers of Pennsylvania met in Convention
last Tuesday awl adopted 11 platform. They ask tlint
there shall lie no more interest-bearing bonus; that the
Federal Government only shall issue money: that there
shall be 110 National Banks of issue, and they ask several
other things, most of which seem to be exceedingly rea
sonable requests. They omit to incorperate in their
platform the heresies of the so-called “National ’ platform
adopted at Columbus, Ohio, 011 the 4th of June, on
which Saunders Piatt was placed in nomination. 1 he
adoption of such a platform by the Pennsylvania Green-
backers will call added notice to the fact that the 1 nut
“Nationals” do not represent the Greenback party 111
this or any other fitate.
Iowa for Grant.
Iowa is for Grant, says Mr. Kason, United States Min
ister to Austria, who has been to his Iowa home on a va
cation. In an interview with a New Y’ork Tribune re
porter, he says: “The great majority of the people of
Iowa are looking to General Grant. The financial ques
tion, and more than this, the domination of Southern
leaders in Congress, is leading them to such a strong man
fora leader. They feel that with Grant in the Presiden
tial chair, they can go to bed trusting that they will wake
up in the morning and find the material and political in
terests sate.” We rather think ourselves that a people
that have the jaditica] tremors, ns those of Iowa seem to
have, should have such a man as Grant, or one a little
more so; the one a little more so being more suitable for
them.
A CA31) FROM MR. BEECHES.
Ho Objecls to Having: Eight Yearn Added to
13 is Age.
Calais, Me., August 1.
To the Editor of the. Bangor Whig and Courier:
In you r paper of July 41. ult., you make me a present
of eight years which I really do not need, and without
discrediting your kind intentions I shall feel obliged to
return them to you. You state my age as seventy-three.
This would make my birth year to have been 1805. But
the great family Bible says I was horn on the 24th of
June. 1813, and my most reputuble parents have always
assured me that their acquaintance with me began
then. Were they mistaken V Was I eight years old when
they took me into their arms? It must be so if your
paragraph is right, and I have always regarded an editor
as infallible as is the Pope. Pardon my natural curiosi
ty in desiring to know something of those obscure and
The growing crops of every nation In Europe are
deficient, those of Russia paittcularly so, and Rus
sia has long been one of the sources from which
large supplies of wheat have been drawn by the
western nations. The complaints of crop failures
in France, Austria, Germany and England are so
numerous as to be almost unanimous. Last year
we exported agricultural products to the Immense
aggregate of 8592,473,813, and the prospects noware
t here will be even an increase upon these figures
during the comiDg year.
In many parts of Germany, the roads are lined
along the entire distance with rows of poplars, or of
apple trees, the branches of which latter bend be
neath the weight of fruit. A fine of three shillings
is the penalty for plucking the fruit, consequently
it is permitted to ripen, and the owners or the
community reap the benefit of the foresight in the
planting shade trees at once beautiful aud profl.
table. •
A project to'rebuild Carthage upon the site of the
ancient city is before the Bey of Tunis. The pro-
nosal Is bv M. Gay, an old French public function
ary and the project is urged by M. Houston, the
French Consul General to that country, and by the
German Consul. Itoly does not look favorably
upon the plan.
that work and change may yet restore him.
Barnwell Bronte proved the reality of his sor
rows; they killed him. So Mr. Grundy testifies.
His last interview with this friend is pitiful. The
poor shaking wreck of a man who was’premature
ly aged at twenty eight; the sunken eyes, bright
with the lurid light of madness, the harsh, mirthless
laugh, the wild flashes of eloquence and feeling.
‘I left him’ says Mr. Grundy, ‘standing in the road
with bowed form and dropping tears. A few days
afterwards be died.’
So closes the record of a man who died unhonor
ed, yet who might have made the world of literary
and pictorial art ring with his name. *
IS SHE BEAUTIFUL?
BY W. W. MANN.
There are who say she Is not beautiful.
“Her forehead’s not well turned ” cries one. “The
nose
Too large.” “Her mouth 111-chisel’d,” cries a third.
With these I claim no fellowship. For me,
I look not with this mathematic eye
On woman’s face. I carry not about
The compass and the square—and when I’m asked
‘‘Is that face fine?” draw forth my Instruments
And coolly calculate the length of chin—
the expanse of forehead—and the distance take
’Twixt eye and nose, and then ’twixt nose and
mouth;
And if. exactly correspondent. It
Should not prove just so much, two and three eighths
Or, one four-fifths, disgusted, turn away,
And vow, “ ’Tis vile 1 There is no beauty ln’t!”
Out! on this mechanic disposition!
Look you! That man was born a carpenter—
He hath no heart—he hath no soul in him,
Who thus insults the “woman face divine,”
Testing its beauty with a vile inch rule,
As he would test the beauty of a box,
A chess-board, or a writing-desk! Oh no!
It is not in the features’ symmetry—
For. choose of earth the most symmetric face,
Phidias shall carve a perfect, out of stone—
That the deep beauty lies! Give me the face
That’s warm—that lives—that breathes! made ra
diant
By an informing spirit from within!
Give me the face that varies with the thought—
That answers to the heart—and seems, the while.
With such a separate consciousness indeed.
That, as we gaze, we can almost believe
It is itseira heartland, of itself,
Doth feel and palpitate! And such is hers !
One need but to look on to converse with her 1
Why.I, without a moment of weariness.
Have sat and gazed on her for hours. And oft,
As I have listened to her voice, and marked
The beautiful flash of her fine dark eye,
And the eloquent beaming of her face.
And the tremulous glow that, when she spoke.
Pervaded her whole being, I have dreamed
A spirit held communion there.
And could have knelt—to worship!
these excelled anything ever seen in Atlanta and
proved sufficient!j- that here too is
“The land of the vine,
Home of the purple wine.”
In the evening the hall was brightly lighted for the
“Fruit Feast,” and the stream of visitors passed in
pleasant promenade around tile tables admiring the
exquisite coloring and shape of the fruit that lay
heaped like jewels in the rustic wooden platters, that
resembled great autumn leaves. Col. Tom How'
ard, the qualitj- of whose fruit is only excelled by
the flavor of his eloquence, being absent, Col. Adair
was called upon and gave us a pleasant and pertin
ent little speech that contained a timely suggestion
about beautifying and enriching one’s home plat
and staying upon it (disinterested advice as coming
from a real estate agent) with a striking remark
about the industry of the people having wrested
such beautiful and delicious products from the late
ly barren hills and red gullies around Atlanta. The
close of the speech was the signal for all to fall to
and enjoy such a fruit feast as Adam and his bride
might have had when these delightful products of
mother earth were the only bill of fare. The flavo r
of the beautiful Delawares, Concords, Ives and
those other pale green and large pink varieties of
grapes that looked too beautiful to eat—was fully
tested. Nor was the distilled juice of the children
of the vine neglected, for the tall, shapely figure of
that enterprising fruit grower, editor and clever
gentleman, Mr. Jenkins, was seen, here and there,
flourishing a slim-throated bottle and inviting bis
friends to taste the pure blood of the grape. Alto
gether the exhibition and reunion of the Pomologi-
cal Association was a success. *
Another Atlanta man the hero of a murder and a
scandal! Really this grows monotonous. This
time his name is the romantic one of YVarren Lov
ett, his victim is a Mr, Reynolds of Griffin, and the
scene of the shooting is the public road a few miles
from Griffin. Mr. Lovett, riding with two of his
friends, encounters Mr. Reynold’s, charges him with
having made scandalous assertions about himself
and, upon his refusing to retract these, shoots him
in the abdomen. Mr. Lovett claims to have acted
in self defence. The lawyers meanwhile will work
up the two sides of the case exhaustively to the
subject and their clients’ pockets. The ill wind
blows them good; but if this kind of thing goes on,
the press will be minus a handle to its whip when it
undertakes to scourge Scribner about his strictures
on crime in the South. *
Mr. Grady denies the published statement that he
did not formally interview General Toombs, and
cites proof that such an interview did take place in
the presence of witnesses and by Gen. Toombs’ per
mission. *
“Bat give me bent, bow In my hand,
And a lirosd ariow I’ll let flee :
And when this akfow is taken up.
Then I shall my grave digg’d be.”
It seems strange that the French should have
at no period of their history appeared to devote
uanch attention to archery. Greatly as they
have suffered at various times in early days from
the *kill of their English foes, one would have
imagined that they would have endeavored at
least to fell them with their own weapons. A
few small societies of “tireurs" have occasional
ly existed for a short time, and, indeed, two or
more flourish at the present time ; they have,
however, a quaint old proverb on the snbject
which says (what is well worth Doting, by the
way): “Debander hire ne guirit pas la plaise,” or>
that the regret we may feel at having wounded
the feeliDgs of a person is but a poor atonement
for the evil. There ars two other allusions some
what trite: “Faire de tons bois tleches," and
“Cette ilesche n’estpas sortie de mon carquois."
We must not f rget, In our casual glances at
the people and individuals who are or have been
mors or less closely identified with archery, that
oclebrated archer Tell, whose name is familiar
so every school boy and girl, and whose bold |
words in reply to Gesler, when asked why he
took the secoud arrow :
“Mit diesem zweiten Pfcil dnrchscho-s elch-Euch,
Wenn ich mein liebes Kind gttroffen hatte
Und ener—warlich hatte ich nciht gefohlt.”
Still ring our ears. We have already said that
archery is peculiarly adapted for females ; nor
are w6 now, advancing any new opinion or view.
If we go baok as far us tLe ancient mythology
we find Diana with her bow ; in the classic lines
of Tasso's beautifnl description of Olorinda—
‘‘Her rattling qniver at her eloiilder hung,
Therein a flash of arrows feathered well.
In ho: right hand a bow was bended strong
Therein a shaft headed with mortal steel.
So lit to shoot, she singled out among
Her foes who first her quarreFd strength should feel ;
fio fit to shoot Latona’B daughter stood
W hen Niobe she killed and all her brood.”
But leaving all poetic fancy and ancient here
for the present it would be interesting, perhaps,
to look a little at the practical application of all
we have read—the reducing of theory of practice.
Cowper is particularly severe upon those who
in idleness
* • * “Stretch their lazy length
When custom bids, but no relreahment find
Because none they need; the languid eye, the cheek
Deserted of its bloom, the flaccid, shrunk
And wither’d muscle, and the vapid soul
Reproach their owner with that love of rest
To which he forfeits e’en the rest to loves.”
It h a well known and generally admitted fact
that a considerable part of that delicacy of con- «pnt years which I must have been far less noisy
is heir to” originate in a lack of muscular exer
tion, and of that stirring and exhilarating ex
ercise which gives a healthy circulation of the
blood.
The occupations of women from girlhood to
advanced age, lying within a limited sphere, are
to apt too incline them to a species of semi-in-
doience, or to necessitate a routine of life an i
occupations which eventuates in a preference
for sedentary amusements, and either from in-
advertenco or pure ignorance of the functions
and nature of their bodies, they often neglect to
take the exorcise which is vitally necessary to
the maintenance of health. Hence it soon re
sults that the circulation becomes languid, and
the muscles become flaccid and weakened. A
celebrated premier danseuse once affirmed that oi
ali the attitudes she ever studied not one was so
graceful or displayed the form to better advan
tage than that which the body assumed at the
moment of drawing cue bow.
As a remedy for these evils, aud also with a
view 10 render the form graceful and flexible,
various oaiisthenio exercises have been intro
duced into the education of youug girls; and
these, of oourse, if judiciously conducted, are
to a certain extent productive of good ; but far
better is the practice in the open air, of games
requiring skill, attention and aotivity ; these ex
hilarate the spirits, exercise the muscles, circu
late aud pnrify the biood, and give a healthy
tone to the system. The late spirited revival of
the graceful and elegant amusement of archery,
for so iong suffered to remain in diause, is a fa
vorable symptom that our young ladies fully ap
preciate tho facts recited above, and a heart and
soul engaged in the “pursuit of happiness ’ to
which nothing contributes so large a share as a
thoroughly healthy body. Archery, from its
gracefulness ; from ito adaptation to every age
and every degree of strength ; from the fact that
it brings into play , the faculties of both mind
and body, and awakening and stimulating these
faculties, as well as bringing iDto exi rcise the
mnsoics of the legs, arms and chest, recommends
itself to the good will and consideration of every
body.
Under the Bridge.—Our poor little Happy-go-
Lueky Club oi various color, sizes and conditions
seems to be always getting into trouble with the
police or the railroad men, who delight in breaking
up their little reunions under the Broad Street-
bridge, where they most do congregate to compare
their success in rag picking, old iron, paper and
leather gathering, or perhaps to enjoy a watermelon
bought with their united njekies.
Our chief diversion these long, hot days, is to
watch these little motleysin their costumes of vari
colored patches, of rags and world-too-big breeches,
mis-matched shoes and queer apologies for head
covering, Then to throw down an armful of old pa
pers and see them scramble to pick them up aud
cram them into their long, hemp sacks. One round
faced, pert little chap always kisses the “lady pic
tures” on the old papers or magazines with the
saucieat grace imagi nabie. *
A Corresporn
manner in \vl
lecture on tin
i Temperance Ft
‘‘the rnlin
•a-’ffc/jbvAvi'-s .Bin 1 dn not need them notv. I have
be plumpt into full manhood at once, without tne kicks
ana curts so often employed in ripening youth. Y'ott
speak of my visit to Bangor as probably the last. Do not
he too sure*. What merit has Bangor that it should ho
exempted from the inevitable ills of life?
Henry Ward Beecher.
How Titov Mke Talmage in London.
[London Echo.]
;nt gives an illustration of the elegant
eh l)r. Trtlmage points a moral. I11 his
Bright Side of Things,” delivered at the
eat the Crystal Palace, as an instance of
ion strong,” lie related the following:
“Ah,” said a man who was on his sick bed, to his wife.
“I am going to Heaven.” “Y'ou’ll look very pretty.”
said she, “stuck up in Heaven.” “Bringme the broom.”
he shouted, “and let me give you another walloping be
fore I die.” We did not want a Doctor of Divinity to
come from the other side of the Atlantic to speak in this
manner, as we have preachers in the East End of Lon
don. and cab drivers all over London, who can do as
well if not 1 >etn:r.
Browned Before Hiss.Betrothed's Eyes.
Long Branch, August :i.—Charles Prene, aged twenty-
three years, of Lake street. West Hoboken, N. J.. was
drowned while bathing in front of Mrs. Scott’s cottage,
north of the Brighton Hotel, at t o’clock this afternoon.
He came here bust evening to see his betrothed and .-he
and several other ladies were looking at his excellent
swimming, when he suddenly threw up his arms,
shouted “Help” and sank. He was a lithographer in
the employ of Schumaker & Etlinger, at Mott and
Bleecker streets, New York.
Ten On Is Capital and Its Increase.
[Columbus (Ga.,) Times, August l.J
A tramp printer, with run-down shoes and one side of
his coat burnt off, arrived in Montgomery the other dav.
He borrowed the magnificent sum of ten cents from"a
brother typo and then -‘took in the town,” went down
on Court street, invested his dime at the game of hazard,
won $F>. then went and tried the “tiger.” collared him
lor $50, and after having a big time with the bovs. Are.,
turned up at the office with a fine suit of clothes on and
a big roll of money.
Kongh on the Bantams.
[Columbus (Ga.,) Times.]
A lady in the upper part of theeitv who is very fond of
raising chickens decided to have a variety, and hence
procured a pair of bantams. The lien went to settlin'
and hatched out eight little chicks. One dav as the
mother was clucking them across the vard, an old drake
espied them, and thinking they were bugs, went for the
brood with a vim. Several of the little chickens were
swallowed before the lady could stop the mischief.
^Internal Affection.
[Yankton (Dak.,) Press.]
J. S. G ruble, oi this city, has a female canine who is a
mother of twelve pups. These pups were in his barn
hist night ounng the heavy rain. Shortly after 1 o’clock
Mr GraMu 1 was aroused from his sleep bv a scratching at
the back door Ipon getting up he found the old dog
with a pup m her mouth trying to get in liter t-ikiim
them in he went to the stable and found about six inches
of rain-water over the pups’ nest and one of the puns
drowned. The others M been deposited bv the motlier
upon dry places-one had been laid upon’ a box? two
upon a keg and still another upon a pile of bricks that
was above the water. Had they not bleu thus disused
Now is the time when the stale water melon goeth
out from the grocer shop at the witching hour of
sun rise and returneth in carts or wagons to offer it
self to the boarding house landlady or the unsus
pecting mistress of the home as freshly pulled coun*
try products with the dew of the patch upon them.
The longscooped chicken knoweth the same dodge.
Read ‘Forty Years Ago ’ Though rather rongh,
and inartistic in structure, it makes up for it, in
originality, native humor and fidelity to nature.
Its realism is refreshing after the weak rose water
imitations of English stories that we see so much
of. *
helpless to save themselves.''ThisMs anoth?!- flluslratton
all would have been drowned
helpless to save themselves, t;
of something more than mere brute instinct
THE HOME OF YELLOW FEVER.
Five Hundred De*tli» i„ One Month Noth
ing Unusual in Havana.
Hw.ifn!®! 0 ,'"" 5 NEWS AND COtoUER.]
deaths'from vd mff .!:~ 0ne hundred and thirty-seven
aeamsirom }tiio\v fever occured in Havana l*i«t week
being an increase of twenty from the wrck to-fore The
A Couple of Hot Weather Stories.
seth? h M?[ °w th , e , 8un w ? s so intense that a tray of com
5 e ll n „., M! i J L P, ‘ ul . e s Yard, at Tallahassee, Fla , to drc
popped open as though fire was under it As a Knoxville
opped out.