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THE SUNNY SOUTH.
Inhere Shall Wisdom ho I'onnd
“But where shall wisdom be found?"—Job
xxviii. U-
Not on the hills of Earth—the fertile Tales,
The Ocean's depths, or gentle streamlets' ilow;
Nor 'midst th' ambrosial summer-breathing gales,
The roaring avalanche, or Andes’ snotv;
Not in the halls of state; or pomp of Kings,
The jewcl’d coronals, or heaps of gold—
l’earls priceless — rubies — all earth’s brightest
things,
Sapphires—the precious onyx—gems untold:
Not in the beauty of the fairest flowers
That stud the crown of nature in their prime;
Nor in the battle-field, or beauty’s bowers.
The warrior's theme, anil poet’s fleeting rhyme.
' Wisdom is not of these!
Not in the expanse of Heaven, where the stars
shine
L'nnumber’d to the thought of mortal miad!
Nor where we trace a hand and power divine:
The sun nor moon—the black tempestuous wind.
The living lightning—nor the hissing howl
Of hurricanes, blowing blasts of death;
Or the red smile upon the earthquake's scowl,
Portending evil with sulphurous breath-
The calm, soft bright-eyed night, when heaven’s
throne
Stands forth uncurtain'd to the enraptured gaze
Of man immortal—In that magic gone ?
No,—nor where’er our searching eyes we raise.
Wisdom is not of these!
Where ? What is wisdom ? 'Tis to fear the Lord
*o humble down the proud and daring heart,
To feel, not scan alone. His holy word:
Cast off tile world—and take the righteous part;
Believe—repent—pray earnestly for grace,
Sincerely ask—forgive—and do no wrong.
Child, this it is to sit in wisdom’s place.
The sinner's hate, the theme of angel's song:
Since all must die and meet the loathsome grave,
Pride—riehee—power—have nothing to impart;
Equality in dust—Then, my child, crave
A broken spirit and a contrite heart:
Child 1—wisdom is of these!
Our Portrait Gallery
KngrnTinss and Itiographies of
llistiaguished Hen and
Women.
PKOFENNOK TVXDALL.
(See front page Portrait.]
The front page of our paper this week pre
sents n fine portrait of the foremost scientific
expounder of the age—Prof. John Tyndall.
He is not, as many suppose, a native EnglLh-
man. He was Lorn in Ireland at Leighlin
Bridge, County Carlow, August 21, 1820. He
early enlisted in the noble army of workers,
being employed at eighteen, and for five
years after, in the Irish Ordnance Surveys,
while during three succeeding years he wasa
railway engineer. Afterwards came his atten
dance at the University of Alarlmrg ujton the
lectures of Bunsen, where the great expositor
took his initial step in search of natural truth
and carried out a series of remarkable ex
periments in magnetism and demagnetism.
This turned his thoughts towards the com
prehensive subject of the constitution of mat
ter, and he went to Germany—the land of
philosophy—and proseuutcd his researches in
the laboratory of Prof. Magnus. On his re
turn he was appointed Professor of the Royal
Society. Afterwards, on the death of Prof.
Faraday, he liecame Superintendent of the
Royal Institution of Trinity House. To
no one branch of physics are confined the
researches of this truly master mind. Not
only does he lalmriously trace out, with the
help of the microscope, the molecular con
stitution of matter, but he has made impor
tant developments in magnetism, in Heat ra
diation jri Sound, in Solar science, in light,
and in Electricity. Wherever nature has led,
he has followed in patient, eager search for
her footsteps. He was first to interpret
the lovely azure of the heavens and the
changing colors of the morning and evening
sky. He was first to tell the secret of the • p-
aline changes in the hue of the ocean waves.
Not content to admire the outward effects of
nature, his bold eye would look into her mys
teries of cause. Physical toil and labor and
discomfort opposed 110 obstacles to his re
searches; rather, they stimulated his eager
mind. Hespent months of hitter winter upon
the d<*s<)Iately sublime heights of the Alps,
studying glacial phenomena: he went to torrid
Algeria to ol(serve the solar eclipse of 1S70; In-
passed months ujioii oceans and rivers stud v-
ing the forms and phenomena of water. lie
forgets cold, heat and hunger in the absorb
ing z.eal of his experiments.
His physical endurance is wonderful. To
him belongs the honor of being the first to
scale the hitherto inaccessible peak of Alpine
Weisshom. In 1 SOL, lie performed the daring
feat of ascending to the icy summit of the
Matterhorn. Every year he visited the Alps
and his "Glaciers of the Alps” and “Hours
of Exercise in the Alps" are among the most
interesting of his many published works.
As a lecturer Tyndall lias also attained high
eminence. His musical and masterly style,
liis clear and manly method of exposition
put him in the foremost rank of scientific
lecturers. His lectures in the United States
during his visit to this country in 187:! brought
him thirteen thousand dollars. And tliis monev
so well earned 1 • generou-ly devoted to si i-
ence. He gave it-all to the establishment of a
fund designed for promoting the study of the
natural sciences in America.
Tyndall is a sincere believer in and an
earnest advocate of the theory of evolution.
Recause of this he has lieen denounced as a
materialist; but the man is too great not to
acknowledge the mysteries that lie !>eyond
even his furtherest research. He does ac
knowledge them and is reverent of them.
One day Science may lie seen as, not the
destroyer but the interpreter of religion; and
then it may tie that those who denounce this
earnest and zealous explorer of the secrets of
nature, will hail him as a pioneer in the path
of truth—as one of those who went before
—and met the lions. Though he may go too
fast and may lie mistaken in some things, such
a sincere mind as his cannot lie an evil one.
There is no intolerance, no blasphemy, no ir
reverence in any utterance of his that we
have read, and in more than one there is ac
knowledgement of a great primal cause which
ail his philosophy cannot jienetrati- or compre
hend. ‘ ‘Man was made from tin dust,” says the
old Hebrew; “man was evolved from proto
plasm,’’says Tyndall—it is only another way i if
saying the same thing. Rut behind the dirt and
the protoplasm moved the vital Cause, that
breathed life into the inert matter; wiiat if it
was in six days or in six eons? Time is noth
ing with the Eternal. Mary E. Bryan.
Congresitinen Who Have Hade
Nosey.
Members who were poor last summer are
rich now, and a good many who were rich
then are a great deal richer now. Among
the latter nuinlier is my friend Senator Blaine,
who is rejiorted to have made over a quarter
of a million recently in the Leadville mines.
He is largely interested in two of the leading
mines, having gone in on “the ground floor”
in both. He was associated with Senator
Plumb and ex-Delegate S. B. Elkins in stock
ing the Army mine,and is said to have trebled
an investment of $70,000 in that operation.
He was engaged with Hon. John B. Alley,
H011. A. H. Rice and others in stocking the
Dunkin mine, and that, too, has been a very
profitable operation. Next to Mr. Blaine,
the man who is said to have made the most
money is his cousin, Tom Ewing, of Ohio,
who devotes all iiis time to his stocks, and is
seldom seen in the house. He was a paujier
last year, when he was declaiming in favor
of the rejieal of the resumption act, and now
he is worth over $20o,ooi). This is his reward
for doing all in power to prevent the return
of the era of prosjierity. Mr- Ewing has al
ways tieen a speculator. He has lost and
made fortunes, and this is his lucky year.—
Capital.
Chatty Letters About Books.
THE BtST AND NEWEST THINGS.
MRS. F. A. REYNOLDS.
Dear Sunny South:
What would Solomon say now, if he were
here to see the numbers of books issuing daily
from busy presses?” Did he think there were
multitudes of books in his day, or did he
prophecy of the future? It is true now, at
any rate, for there is really no end to the
making of books. And it seems to me there
is better reading now than there was—even a
few years ago. The Bible of course ranks
first and best, while Shakespeare, Milton and
Byron gave to the world enduring thought
and pleasure. Other writers there are whose
words remain and will remain until earthly
literature is finished, but the fact cannot be
disputed that the majority of prose writings
are of a much higher grade than formerly.
Especially is this true of that class of litera
ture known as fiction.
To lie sure, the Waverly Novels are stand
ard works but we who read and enjoy *he
best of modern fiction enn scarcely tolerate
the sickly sentimentality of the old style of
romance, of which “Children of the Abliey,”
“Evalina,” “Paul and Virginia,” and others
like them are fair examples. It is well to
read them to know what they are and to bless
the good fortune we er joy in our modern
works.
After wading through one of the afore men
tioned books it is a relief to take up such a
book ns “An Earnest Trifler,” whose author
has lieen discovered to tie a bright young lady
of tlie Buckeye state. The title puzzled me,
and I remained in a puzzled state of mind
until the close of the lively story. It is full
of bright, witty conversation, and the “earn
est trifler” in his most hrilliant speeches was
outdone by the modest mountain maid.
Rachel Guerrin is indescritiable. In fact, I
think the author has fallen into the same style
as Henry James, Jr., in making her charac
ters too indisiinct for analysis. The author
failed to analyse and the reader cannot.
Still, it is a very bright, readable liook anil
one feels interested to know w-hether Hal
stead or Dayton will carry off the prize over
which they play at cross purposes.
Houghton, Osgood & Co., of Boston, put
the story into readable shape in their usual
neat style.
The same firm publish Mrs. Whitney’s
works. You remember I told you about
reading “Leslie Goldthwoite.” It was de~
ligiitful but I think the one I have just read,
"Hitherto." is ev. n finer. I should love to
see and know Mrs Whitney: she must lie a
most lovely woman. I think the productions
of a writer must influence the life of the au
thor. Why not? They are the inmost thoughts
and feelings, and to me it seems that the au
thor of this story “Yesterdays" must lie a
woman of rare faith anil capable of the high
est living. Poor AnstissDolbeare! We have
all seen the same Aunt Ildy or one so near
like her that we never care to see her again.
Why is it that some people want tocrmvdall
the beauty out of lives? Mrs Whitney thor
oughly believes in beauty of surroundings,
both natural and artificial, and even goes so
far as to represent in n most lovely manner
those wiio, being deprived of it, shut their
eyes ami think of it until it liecomes real to
them. It is true that a good imagination
will supply many deficiencies, and help one
to liear patiently and lovingly whatever lot
God chooses to appoint them. In reading
“Hitherto.” there were so many lieautiful
thoughts that it seems like a profusion of rare
gems, from which I could scarcely choose, al
though unable to take all at once. The
lonely, childish fancies of the much-brought-
up Anstiss; the real, genuine friendship and
hospitality of the (.lopes; the rare, sweet faith
and cheerfulness of Hope Devine; the glow
ing imagery in Grandma’s translation of the
precious stones in the walls of the New Jeru
salem; the tender wooing of earnest Ralph
Hathaway; the Boston Easthetics; the hay
ing party; the final, perfect trust that An
stiss found, after learning that “two cannot
make a perfect love, it must meet in the
Lord;” am’, innumerable other scenes and
sentiments that are told in such pure, elegant
language that the book is like a lieautiful
casket of rare gems. I would rather have
Airs. Whitney’s style than any other, it is so
exquisitely and delicately elegant.
Well, there are other books worth reading,
and 1 have just read one, peculiar, yet fasci
nating. It is “Uarda,” an Egyptian ro
mance, writen by George Etiers, professor of
Egyptian language and Archaeology. We
are assured by the author that nothing is put
into his novel that cannot be proved by his
tory or arch;eulogy', that is, nothing referring
to Egyptian customs and habits. The time
is that of Ramuses II. and the place the
royal city of Thebes, with ttie Necropolis on
the opposite side of the historic Nile. Just
think of it! minute and beautiful descriptions
of places that existed fourteen hundred years
before Christ. And then to think of people
of those ancient times 1 icing moved by the
same thoughts, feelings and impulses that
govern us!
Prof. Eliers represents the noble king, im
pulsive prince, lieautiful princess, tie lovely
Nefert and brave young poet as very human
people, while the hypocritical high priest,
the traitor charioteer and the cowardly' reg
ent were quite as human, with a spice of the
devil. Uarda is a fine character, quite noble
enough to give the title to the book. The
plot is a conspiracy to dethrone the absent
king; and it is headed by an ambitious, un
principled woman. The conspiracy fails
through the care and watchfulness of the
prince, the jsiet anil others It is in the time
of the Israelitish bondage in Egypt and one
powerful jien picture is where Pentanr meets
Moses and is confirmed in bis belief in the
one true God. This inti resting book is in
two volumes, paper bound, 35 cts. per vol
and is published by William S, Gottsberger,
New A ork City.
T. B. Peterson & Bro. of Philadelphia keep
sending out stories for the novel reading pub
lic, some of which are very good. A late
work is "St. Aluur, or, An Earl's Wooing,”
It might as well have had a less sensational
title, for the story, though perhaps coming in
that class, is far suiierior to many. St. Alnur
is a fine character: Lucille is a perfect type
of an English lady: Trevellyn is a rare
friend, his disinterested motives, ami heroic
sacrifice of self, tieing something more than
human. The miserly pawnbroker and his
heartbroken son call out our abhorrence
and sympathy. The incidents arc striking,
but not impossible. The frightful fire, the
horrible murder, the evil plots are every day
occurrences in large cities. But with all the
revolting scenes, there is enough of love and
lieauty to redeem the book and make it really
interesting. We can’t help thinking it too
had that the kind anil noble surgeon should
lieeouie a hopeless maniac, thus condemning
pretty Bessie to a life of sorrow and lonli-
liess, still it is true to real life and must lie
accepted.
A writer who has obtained the respect and
honor of the most intelligent of American
ami English readers, is Prof. Win. Alathews.
He has issued a scries of bonks especially for
the young, but the liest of reading for all
ages and classes. The first of the series is
“Getting On in the World.” It is a book in
tended to be a guide for youth in the road to
success. We all know that success is success
ful in this world and a failure means misery.
The author sets right some of the foolish no
tions that careless writers have put into the
head of young America. He places full value
011 talent anil genius, but argues that few
possess them. He also estimates work and
ambition at their worth, but says they can
never take the place of genius. People should
not lie discouraged because they cannot get
the first places. Find out the place one is
fitted for and prepare well for it, making the
most of one’s abilities. The various chapters
discuss every subject connected with success;
the sentences are so full of meaning that
they seem almost like proverbs. If you can
read the book and not find out all about
yourself, your aims, your possibilities and
chances for success, I shall think yon cannot
easily comprehend truths. All those who
can afford it ought to possess the liook and
master the contents. S. C. Griggs & Co. of
Chicago issue It in the most attractive style.
And now I have a treasure to tell you
about. It is a scarlet and gilt bound volume,
entitled “The Alanners That Win.’ It is a
compilation of the best authorities on eti
quette, and contains more than any other
liook of the kind 1 ever saw, not only the
rules that govern the best society, but rules
for true politeness founded on kindness of
heart. Every subject relating'to etiquette ill
society or at home, as well as hints on toi
lette arts, etc., are fully, elalmrately treat
• ed; it is u complete guide, and in the hands
of young jieople will fit them for ihe iiest
society our country affords.
The Buckeye Puh. Co. is doing a grand
work in giving families the means of making
their homes comfortable, healthful, refined
and even elegant.
We had a terrific tornado in our city last
Thursday night about eleven o’clock. The
uncontrollable wind blew down fences and
trellises, uprooted trees, tore up walks, un
roofed houses, totally destroyed some and in
jured quite a number of jieople, A new
church was shattered; another mo veil from
its foundations, etc. Some streets are under
going thorough repairs and are crowded with
people curious to see the ruins, We are
thankful such visitations are seldom.
66 Ash St., Indianapolis.
GKAAI> Old) AHLIAiCTOAi.
A Brief Sketch of General Lee’s
Father-And of Whnl has
Befallen the Pateraal
Estate.
Arlington Heights is a place full of sweet mem
ories and possessing for the public an historic
interest. It is a mistake to supjiose this
estate was left to Parke Custis by General
Washington, for it was bequeathed to him
by his own father, John Parke Custis, the
first husband of Lady Washington, and call
ed Arlington, in honor of his great grand
father. In the erection of the manor-house
Air. Custis disylayed considerable eccentrici
ty. The north wing was built during the
years consumed in erecting the north wing
of the Capitol; the south wing kept building
pace with the growth of the same wing of
the great legislative halls, and the corner-
stone of the central portion of each massive
pile of material was laid simultaneously.
The mansion is one hundred and fifty feet
wide, and there is a portico eighty by twenty-
five feet. Mr. Custis was not a man of state
ly bearing or handsome features. He was
under size, not more than five feet three
inches in height, had a fine face, was inSel-
lectua), and brilliant talker, and in listening
to his eloquence one readily forgave his lack
of lieauty. Air. Custis fancied himself an
artist, and for years liefore his death amused
himself by delineating upon canvass cele
brated scenes of the revolutionary war.
These pictures were on a gigantic cale,
made up of imjiossible horses and distracted-
appearing men, all done in the gorgeous col
oring characteristic of the German school.
He was a most humane mull, and his planta
tion was a model one in every respect. By
his will he gave unconditional freedom to
two hundred and fifty slaves—their emanci-
i iation to be proclaimed at a certain period,
ilany of these slaves followed Airs. Lee
South in April, ’61, and when the time fixed
by Air. Custis for their liberation (July,
1H61J arrived, General he notified them of
the fact, and to all who desired them he gave
papers through the Southern lines. If there
was space and time for us to take up the
name of Lee and follow it through the cen
tury, it would lie found running, like a
thread of gold, through the woof, of our
national history, and wherever it appears it
is only finked with the records of noble,
chivalrous, daring deeds. After the death
of Air. Custis. General Robert Lee was or
dered to duty in Washington, and, with his
charming family, took up his at side at Ar
lington. The house, under the hands of com
petent workmen, was thoroughly repaired
decorated and furnished. The arrange
ment of the apartments was perfect, and,
with the ancient historic treasures and nnxl-
ern luxuries filling them, we do not think a
more attractive house could have been found
the country over. There they lived and dis
pensed an elegant hospitality. They were a
family enriched by refinement, culture and
perfectly harwimlona domestic f’es; and
there seemed no human wish ungratified.
They had attained the zenith of their content
when the storm-cloud of war swept over the
land, and the true soldier, a worthy descend
ant of an heroic race, gave his splendid abili
ties to support the cause which he considered
to lie the right interpretation of the “Consti
tution that Ill's ancestors had so large a share
in creating. The family gathered wnat they
could of valuables, of family relics and art
treasures, and lied to Richmond. The estate
was sold under confiscation art in ’6,?, and in
’64 two hundred and fifty acres of its primev
al forest and fair lands were set apart as a
national cemetery. The utter failure of the
cause he espoused slowly broke the heart of
the noble soldier and Christian gentleman,
whom even his enemies mourned. Since the
death of Mrs. Lee the family have lost their
desire to repossess the ancestral home. They
have no wish to disturb the repose of the
Federal dead; but they do wish to be paid ail
an equitable sum for what was their patri
mony, in direct descent from their mother.
Rome years ago a bill was offered by Senator
AEcCreery authorizing the United States
Government to purchase the property out
right; pay a fair price for it. and by just
title become the owner. If this bill lmd suc
ceeded all questions of future litigation would
have been settled, and what the Government
now holds by might would have been theirs
by right.
ART ST’IIHE*.
Tlie Barberini Palace, Rom<*—
Two Aided Pictures!.
In the famous Barberini Palace is found
the world-renowned portrait of Beatrice
Cenci, commonly ascribed to Guido, though
on that ]ioint, I Fielieve, there is some doubt.
At any rate it is a beautifully painted pic
ture, representing a young and lovely face,
wrecked and shattered by storms of suffering.
The head-dress is peculiar und rather trying
to an artist's power of color consisting 01
heavy folds of white cloth wound round the
head, from which a few locks of yellowish
brown hair escape. There is a deeply touch
ing expression in the eyes, which are large,
soft and lustrous. They look as if they had
wept away all their power of tears. The lips
are delicate, full of sensibility; hut absolute
ly rigid and frozen from intense suffering.
The outline of the face is fine and the features
regular. The portrait portrays a young
creature of exquisite organization ami sensi
bility. capable of receiving and liestowing
happiness in its rarest anil finest forms, but
out of whom all fife had been pressed by
hideous calamity and unspeakable suffering.
A sweet and gentle nature, born to love, to
tie loved, sheltered and caressed is driven to
madness and loses its very essence from out
rage and wrong. It was a lily growing in a
garden: an icrolite fell upon it and crushed
it to the roots. The power and pathos of this
portrait exceeded my highest expectations,
it has lieen frequently engraved and copied,
but no copy that I have ever seen retains the
peculiar character of the original. For
many years no artist lias lieen allowed to
copy directly from the picture.
In this palace is also another celebrated
picture: a portrait of the Fornarina, liy Ra
phael. It represents a female naked to the
waist, with a turban on her head. The eyes
are black and bright, and the countenance
has some animal lieauty, but an expression
the reverse from elevated and intellectual.
The arms and bosom are carefully and lieau-
tifully painted but it is not a pleasing work,
nor does it represent an attractive person.
Rome writer has remarked that a man in
choosing a wife should ask himself what are
her resources for a rainy day in the country.
Judging from her countenance the Fornarina
would seem very indifferently supplied with
such capacities and accomplishments; in
short, an artist’s model, a sensual toy, whose
power over an intellectual man, if she had
any, would lie yielded to with something like
self-contempt.
If the Nihilists could only induce the Czar
to fill a lighted kerosene lamp, they might
prevent further attempts at assassination.
THECZAR OF RUSSIA. Dramatic Dotes.
The ■ ’iiIi;i|>|>v him! II:■ ii 111cii
.Monarch in I lie Winter Pal-
siee—A Glimpse into his
Character si ml Pri-
tate Cite.
The feeling which comes uppermost in the
mind of any one who sees the Czar fur the
first time is one of sincere pity. He is a large,
ox-eyed man, evidently of good intentions,
but a look of sadness and perplexity in him.
He would have made a very amiable private
gentleman, and could have got far more ease
and umusement out of fife if he had handed
all tiie botheration of government over to his
brother Constantine, who hail a taste for that
sort of nonsense. He himself could hardly
hnve wanted to reign. It was the Schou-
valoffs, the Lamberts, the Bariatinskys, the
Alderbergs, the Dolgouroukys, and some oth
ers who desired he should tie a firm ruler of
men. They were forever goading ami coal
ing him by turns, as beef is driven to market
for those who wish to roast it. They must
often have had a difficult task, for his Ala-
jesty (good, easy man) is slothful and heavy-
witted by nature. He must have been fre
quently unable to understand even what was
wanted of him. He is subject to melancholy
periods of hypochondriasis, during which ex
istence seemed but a dreary blank to him.
He is haunted by fears of a sudden death, and
by the dread of assassination. At these times
he moons aliouton apparently solitary walks
with a large dog, hut there "are always po
licemen handy to keep the sacrilegious from
approaching him.
His jlersoiiid deportment is excellent. He
stands and marches well. He shows to ad
vantage ii\uniform, though for several years
he has willingly clothed himself in mufti.
His manners are those of a gen'leman, and
there is something extremely sympathetic
about him. He produces the impression that
one would like to know him better, if onlv
he were not the emperor.
It is web him that he has some at
tached companions, or his life would lie quite
wretched. He has alienated the nobles from
him by ruining them in hundreds. The eman
cipation of the serfs was a death-blow to
many who hail nothing liut serfs to live upon,
and the free boors are anything but a satis
factory peasantry. All the trade of the
country is in the hands of Jews, and Jews la
bor under such humiliating disabilities in
Russia that they have but small love for his
Ma jesty. He is unpopular with the army,
for he is not a professional soldier, and has
none of that military spirit which distinguish
ed his father.
There has now grown up a coldness between
him and his wife, too. He had better have
kept well with her. and she on her part hail
better have*’overlooked what there was to
overlook. It is not much as times go, or as
they went. The emperor is very far from a
vicious or licentious man, and is nobody’s
enemy lint his own. save when frightened.
Perhaps she might have kept up his spirits
better than wine. The frail form of the im
perial lady who looked so pale and wan to
the holiday-makers at Cannes has a high
spirit, and ivas onoe very busy with politics.
The first part—at least a dozen years—of the
present reign was entirely guided by her and
the Countess Antoinette Bludof. who made
sunshine and wet weather at St. Petersburg.
The empress’influence was at the bottom of
all her hui'Wind’s crusading against the Turks.
Rhe is a good woman, of a pious and queenly
heart.
Formerly the emperor, as might have lieen
exjiected from one of his lethargic tempera
ment was averse from moving aliout; latterly
he has been troubled by a perpetual restless
ness. He lives very plainly, and his table is
sparely served. A beefsteak for breakfast, a
roast gelinotte and salad for his dinner, form
the staple of his fare. His appetite is not
robust, and he sleeps badly.
The first fault of bis reign was the common
blunder of heirs apparent when they come in
to power. He had been much courted by
the discontented, and he made far too much
haste to jmdo all the work of his father. He
was ei AAinal, pitiful, generous, all in a
r way. When he resolv-
eil*sutlq;p y to ajrolish serfdom, several of
his geierais and nobles threw themselves
Imilily at his feet, and besought him to man
age so great a change very gingerly. It was
of no use: he gave everything he hail to
give, knocked down the great farmers-gen-
erul of taxes like so many ninepins, upset
monopolies for the discreet sale of vodki,
elosed the free port of the Black Rea accord
ing to the latest principles of political econo
my, dashed off the shackles from the press,
and laughed at comic newspapers. There
was a caricature published in St. Peters-
burgh shortly after his accession which rep
resented him as a droschky driver in the
state that droschky drivers usually are after
dinner. His hat was pulled over his eyes,
and his lya'ses were galloning wildly on the
road to "Reform.” Behind him was the
Grand Duke Constantine, saying: “Gently,
brother. I am the fare.” Still the emperor
laughed: he laughed, too, when a piece was
played in the Court Theatre exposing the
corruption of his officials, and a very fine
piece itjVas. Then somebody shot at him,
and shattered his nerves forever. He fell
into a sort of panic, trying hastily to undo
all he had done. He had new gyves put on
writers: be ordered some awful cruelties in
Poland. He tried to win back his sulky
nobles. It was all in vain; and now he is
thoroughly flustered and frightened right out
of his senses. His only chance of peace and
happiness would be abdication and a year's
yati hing without newspapers. At present
he is worried into a fever every morning by
a summary of all the unpleasant things
which have been printed aliout him for the
last twenty-four hours throughout Europe.
It is prepared by a special precis writer ap-
pointed for the purjmse, and his Alajesty
takes care that it shall spare him no pang
of this self-inflicted torture, for he will not
trust a professional diplomatist to do it lest
he should gloss over the truth and endeavor
to make things pleasant for promotion’s sake.
A Baron Herder, a connection of Stieglitz,
the banker, not long ago performed this
delicate service, and jierhaps does so still.
The King of Yvetot was a happy monarch;
the Ee^sror of Russia is not. Surely times
must lie strangely altered.
Tbe^“negro exodus” is reviving. Recently
about" four hundred colored people passed
through St. Louis in a single week, on their
way to Kansas. Five hundred Arkansas ne
groes are on their way North.
Airs. Nellie McAfee notifies the Kentucky
Legislature that, unless it provides for a
monument for her father, Humphrey Alar-
sliall, she will build one herself and epitaph
it with allusions to the base ingratitude of his
State.
Pampered Tramp (to charitable housewife).
“ What d’yer call this ’ere? This ain’t no
soup.”
“ It’s bean sup.”
"Been soup? Yes, and a precious long
time ago, too, I reckon.
He was a very strigbt-laced young parson,
and he was escorting a pretty but rather
frivolous seeond-cousm, whom he was en
deavoring to “sober down,” with a view to
making her a parson’s wife. They were com
ing out of the church, and he asked:
“ How did you like the hymns ?”
“ One of them was just splendid !” replied
she, with enthusiasm.
“Ah! which one.”
“The one in the next pew, with black curly
hair, and such killing black eyes! Oh, I
think he was the most fascinating him of all!”
The young preacher became too much con
fused to pursue the conversation any further.
When two young people, with a singleness
of purpose and doubleness of affection, sit up
with each other, and when the clock strikes
12 he says, “Is it possible?” and she says,
“Why, I didn’t know it was so late?” you
may draw your conclusions that, if the busi
ness boom continues, a unified couple will be
hunting a house to rent in the spring.
Never deceive a lawyer. Never .fie to him
about iyour case when he takes it in hand.
He can attend to that branch of business
himself.
Eretleric l> Pan lit 111 *r.—This gifted
young actor pays his second visit of the
season to Atlanta this week, and on the even
ing of the 13th -will repeat at the Opera
House his brilliant and novel interpretation
of Hamlet. On Saturday evening he will
play Bertaccio in the “Fool’s Revenge” for
the lienefit of the Library Association.
Young Frederick Paulding bids fair to
eclijise Edwin Booth entirely. Many critics
speak of his genius as wonderful. The New
Orleans Times, commenting on his perform
ance in the “Fool’s Revenge,” says: “This
youthful actor is certainly marvelous. His
conception of the enigmatical Bertuceio, the
court jester, is a revelation of genius remar
kable in one so young. He surprised his
auditors, and held them in bunds of the most
intense interest from the rising of the cur
tain. On the stage to-day there is no actor
of the years of Mr. Paulding who can rival,
much less surpass him.
The charming actress Katie Putnam is now
in Chicago, and Rumor says has secured a
new and striking play for next season.
The Ghost Nhow which has been
exhitiiting successfully day and night in At
lanta for several weeks past is well worth
seeing. It is no exhibition of Spiritualistic
phenomena, nor is it a merely legerdemain
performance. The curious and wonderful
effects produced have a scientific origin. The
apparitions are varied in character; some
times illustrating a pathetic poem recited by
one of the performers and accompanied by
music and sometimes giving point to a laugh
able farce. Music ou harp, piano and violin
give variety to a performance which is really
interesting, curious, and novel, atjleastjto this
community. If the enterprising gentlemen
who are managers of this exhibition could
get jxissession of a play that would introduce
their apparitions more artistically with some
thing of spectacular effect, the interest of the
Ghost Show would be greatly heightened.
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Wages in one profession are no measure for
those in another. A celebrated cantatrice
asked the Emperor of Russia sixty thousand
francs for a season at the Imperial Opera.
“ It is double what I give to my marshals!”
cried the Emperor. " Faites chanter vos
marechaux!’’ replied the singer.
The latest freak of Sarah Bernhardt was at
the charitable dramatic performance at
Reims. It was nearly 11 o’clock before she
put in an apjiearance, having been to a late
dinner. The public were wild with indigna
tion.
Miss Fannie Davenport, the actress, has
sent $ 100 to the New York Herald Irish Re
lief fund.
A correspondent at Vienna describes Pat
ti’s life there as having been more monoton
ous than that of a petite, bonrgeoise. She
went nowhere; her only distraction was a
walk with Nicolini in the Prater, and in the
evening a game of bezique by the fireside
likewise wit Nicolini. The inevitable Nicoli-
ni opens all her letters, reads the newspapers,
and submits to the diva only what he thinks
fit. The chief subject of interest for the pair
at present is their country house in Wales,
which they are having embellished and fitted
up in view of their summer residence this
year.
Airs. Fanny Kemble clings, it is said, to the
ancient dramatic traditions, caring not for
innovations. She was asked lately by Baro
ness Burdett-Coutts if she had seen Mr.
Irving in the part of Shy lock. “Yes,” she
said: “I have.” "And what do you think of
the performance ?” insisted the Baroness.
“Ill my opinion.” answered Airs. Kemble,
“if Shakepeare could see it he would rewrite
the part.
Don't fie constantly explaining to the friend
who may have accompanied you to the thea
tre, the part and incidents of the play. Don’t
keep up a running fire of buzzing and whis
pering either in commenting on the perform
ance or preparing your friend for the ciimax.
Even tiie novitiate for whom your explana
tions are intended neither understands or ap
preciates the play half as well as though they
had lieen permitted to ferret out the play
from incipieney to maturity.
At Aighl.
At night when work is done, ’mid shadows
gray that darken
Ami cling about the window, where once the
sun was bright,
Sweet sounds come back again to which we
used to hearken,
At night!
At night, tho’ we are old, and the gray shad
ows clinging
Presage to us that shore where there is no
more light.
Sometimes there come again sweet airs of
childhood's singing.
At night!
At night we two may sit in shadow, open-
hearted :
Long since the time is passed when Hope was
all in sight!
Softly we sing the songs of happy days de
parted, At night!
At night the cricket’s voice sounds through
the shadows dreary;
Our songs, alas! like his, have neither charm
nor weight ;
We only rest and sing, hushed hopes and
voices weary,
At night!
PERSONALS.
What (lie People sore Doing and
Saying Everywhere.
The Gazette de Femmes gives interesting
statistics as to the number of female authors,
painters and sculptors in France. Out of
1,700 female authors, two-thirds are natives
of the provinces—more especially the south
ern—and one-third of Paris; of this numlier,
1,0O0 write novels or stories for the young;
and 150 educational works; while 2co are po
ets. 2,150 female artists figure as exhibitors,
including 107 sculptors, 602 painters in oil,
19! minaturists, 75! china painters, PA wuter
color painters, fan painters, ete, Of the 3,150
artists no less than two-thirds are Parisians.
An old Boston merchant recently remarked:
“I’ve stood here on State street for forty
years, and I have seen men accumulate for
tunes by speculation, and I’ve seen these for
tunes disappear. I have seen men go up in
worldly wealth, and go down, and I’ve al
ways noticed that those persons who were
content with slow gains and 6 per cent, inter
est came out ahead in the long run.”
Flatterers are the worst kind of traitors,
for they will strengthen your imperfections,
encourage you in all evils, correct you in
nothing, but so shadow and paint your fol
lies and vices as you shall never, by their
will, discover good from evil, or vice from
virtue.
The wick for petroleum and spirit lamps is
now manufactured entirely of glass by
a German firm. It is said to produce a more
brilliant light than the cotton wick. It is
not consumed in the flame, but wastes away
slowly by fusion.
Bight.—Why is a periodical like a tooth
brash?—Beoaase everyone ahoald have one
of his own, and not be borrowing bis
neighbor's.
If any of our readers suffer with neural
gia or headache, we would call attention to
Neuralgine. an unfailing remedy for these
troubles. It is endorsed by many of our most
prominent and reliable citizens. All drug
gists keep it. For further information ad
dress Hutchison & Bro., Proprietors, Atlanta,
Georgia.
■ The Czar of Russia, having appointed a
j cruel, brutal military commission to investi-
j gate and punish innocent and guilty alike,
skips off to Austria.
Fifty-seven years ago the New Yorkers
were gazing in wonder oil their first gas-light;
to-day they are gazing in greater wonder on
their last gas bill.
A farmer near Wichita, Kansas, while
plowing recently, dropped from his pocket a
wallet containeng $500, which was plowed
under the soil and lost.
Henry Cline, of Ravenna, Ohio, has a new
skull- Part of the skull bone becoming dis
eased, was removed, disclosing to view the
brain, which is now covered by a new
growth of bone.
Miss Howard, a Canadian girl educated at
Ann Arbor, Mich., and a popular doctor at
Tientsin, China, has been sent to Pekin in a
royal barge and loaded with presents for
successfully treating the wife of a leading
Chinese statesman.
The Washington Star figures out that Sen
ator David Davis, of Illinois, and Senator-
elect Mahone, of Virginia, will in all proba
bility hold the balance of power in the Fed
eral senate for the two years after the 4th of
March, I881.
A young man in Pittsburg stole a $ao0
watch from Reel’s jewelry store about one
year ago. On Tuesday he sent the watch
back, saying that his guilty conscience would
allow him to keep it no longer and offering to
pay the firm for the temporary loss of the
goods.
When Burrel Smith, one of the negroes
hung at Murfreesbore, Tenn., for the murder
of Alajor Pugh, was called on by the sheriff to
prepare for execution, he declared that he
could not die in peace unless he ate a piece of
pound cake. This was provided and Smith
disposed of it with a gusto.
The Empress Elizabeth, of Austria, who
has a great fondness for English literature,
has sent to Mrs. Isabel Burton, the wife of
Captain Burton, a handsome gold locket
with her monogram and an Imperial crown
in diamonds, to mark her appreciation of
that lady’s book on the “Inner Lifeof Syria.”
A woman in Van Buren county, Alichigan,
had scarlet fever and lost her palate, so she
talked with a very indistinct gabble. She
has two daughters, who grew up at her home
in the woods, seeing nobody but her. They
talk just as she does, and understand her and
each other jierfeotly, but nobody else can
make out what they are saying.
A singular case of contagious suicide has
occurred at Greenburg, Indiana. A few
days ago a young man named Rybolt was
found dead, and a friend of his, in discussing
the matter, remarked there was “no chance
for a poor man in this country” and "if he
only hail the nerve he, too, would commit
suicide.” After indulging in these reflec
tions he retired to his room and shot himself.
The capacity of the Aster Library will tie
increased by 350,otto volumes, by the addition
which Mr. John Jacob Astoris now building.
This is the third section of the building, and
is added by an Astor of the third generation.
It will be a copy of the first-built portion or
Routh Library, which is in the arched Rom
anesque style, and was put up by John Jacob
Astor.
Rydney Herbert, writing from Sanford,
Orange county. Florida, says: Some idea of
the orange trade may lie gathered from the
fact that the steamer Bird carries from eight
hundred to one thousand boxes every trip.
There are nineteen other arrivals a week at
Sanford, and every departure carries off sev
eral hundred boxes and barrels.
Jefferson Davis’ memoirs will tie ready for
publication in the fall. A large portion of
the first volume will be devoted to his views
as to the causes that led to the late war. The
remainder of the volume and the whole of the
second volume will relate to the conduct of
the war. Both volumes will be illustrated
with portraits of Confederate soldiers. Mrs.
Davis and Gen. Joseph Davis, a nephew, as
sist in the preparation of the work.
A clever professor is exciting the wonder
ment of Londoners by reading their charac
ter from their ears. The professor demon
strates to the perfect satisfaction of ail that
one’s.esthetic tastes, mercantile ability, intel
lectual power and perverse qualities may
each and all be determined or read by a sin
gle glance at the shape, the length and breadth
of one's organs of hearing.
Prince George of England, the youngest
son of the Prince of Wales, is descrilied as an
excellent fellow, full of pluck and spirit, anil
quite ready to tight anyone who imposes on
him. Prince Edward, his brother—“Eddy”
he is called at home—is very quiet, anil is not
so strong as George. When they started on
their cruise they were very sea-siek, but the
captain, after allowing them to remain in
bed a day or two, went in and told them
they must get up and do their duty.
The young Alarquise of Lansdowne has
lieen spending the whole winter on his Kerry
estates, in order personally to conduct relief
works. He has been making roads, draining
and otherwise providing work for hundreds.
Besides this he has bought large quantities of
seed potatoes to retail at half price to needy
farmers. He has only done what he ought to
do, but how few Irish landlords have done as
much.
Dumas’ new book on divorce naturally
calls attention to his domestic state. It is
found that he has no special reason to com
plain of his own menage, for the Russian
lady whom he married some years ago has
the reputation of lieing a model wife. A
friend, the other day, to whom Dumas was
giving a sketch of his coming work and of
the arguments he is about to put forward in
favor of divorce, ventured to remind the cel
ebrated author that he was hardly in a posi
tion to feel poignantly the misery of an un
happy marriage. "Mon cher," replied Dumas,
with a smile, "a medical man can never take
proper care of his patients unless he be in
good health himself.”
The poet Longfellow celebrated the corns
S ’etion of his seventy-third year last Friday.
is carriage is erect and there is little in his
manner to suggest his poem, "Moriture te
Ralutamus.” Longfellow has been twice
married. His first wife, wedded when he
was a professor in Bowiloin College, died in
Rotterdam, and his second perished from in
juries received in an accident by fire, which
occurred at home in iStii, while the lady was
playing with her children. His family coni»
sists of five children, three girls and two boys.
Rising early he takes a comparatively light
breakfast, anil if the day is bright, indulges
in a walk for several hours, varying his route
daily.
A wealthy resident of Union Hill, New
Jersey, is said to be contemplating the con
struction of a commodious crematory in
which remains will be incinerated for the
reasonable sum of forty dollars per corpse.
Union Hill is not far from New York; and as
the crematory charges are much below the
cost of an ordinary funeral, it is not at all un
likely that the enterprise will prove a success
ful business speculation. But it will deprive
the dissecting tables of the medical schools of
many a valuable subject.
Prince Alphonso of Bavaria, first cousin to
the king, has just fulfilled a duty by ancient
custom obligatory upon every prince of the
reigning house—the performance of at least
one day’s active service as a private soldier.
He celebrated the attainment of his majority
by spending his birthday in standing sentry
in front of the principal guardhouse of the
capital. Being an uncommonly good looking
youth he was gazed at with admiration and
approval during his “spell” on guard by great
numbers of Munich dames and damsels, who
gave utterance to their feelings by plaudits
when he was relieved from his post in the us
ual manner and marched off to barracks,
rifle on shoulder, with the relief party.
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