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THE SUNNT SOUTH
JIic Jwutiy Jfottth.
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Whitman's Slop Bucket
TkeTribaBe'i Criticism ol Halt
Whitman's “Leaves ot*
tirasi.”
New-Fashioned Notes.
Thoughts Suscesled 1»T a Sum-
tier’s Light Iteading.
e LITE At; TO THE CRACKS.
He Warns Them.
ATLANTA. GA., DECEMBERS 1881.
“Wine, Woman and §onc.”
Our front page cut illustrates in one pic
ture the three influences which exert, by far,
the greatest power over human nature.
Wine is a very demigod among men and
millions worship at its shrines. Woman isa
divinity and holds the world under her scep
tre; while song is a queen who soothes,
charms and sways the universe. Combine
the three in one, or give to woman wine and
music for her coadjutors and she can damn a
world.
—Blaine’s proposed Southern visit is said
to be a matter of curious interest for Conkling,
Grant and Arthur.
When will the Exposition Close?
In reply to a letter from Missouri, asking
when the Exposition will close, we regret to
say that it will, in all probability, end with
the year, aud all who wish to see it should do
so this month.
Mrs. Garfield.
Toe papers now say that President Gar
field died comparatively rich. His estate is
worth about $125,000. This, in addition to
the public subscription, one year’s Presiden
tial salary and bills paid by Congress, will
make the widow worth about (500,000.
Mrs. Lincoln.
This country is thick with cranks of high
and low degree, and it is humiliating to the
American name to see how they se.zj upon
every opportunity to turn their crankiness
to personal profit, and how eager others are
to share in the game. They are now trying
to make poor Mrs. Lincoln a tool for this
purpose, but her friends have come to the
rescue, and they say the people who get up
stories about Mrs. Lincoln’s poverty and
urgent need of assistance are not the true
friends of that lady, who is abundantly sup
plied with money, but whose mind is sauly
out of tune. It is believed, with some show
of truth, that the periodical originators of
this tale of woe are jobbers who have de
signs upon Congress and simply use the name
of Mrs. Lincoln for their own nefarious pur
poses. It is said that the widow of the as
sassinated President is so mentally disturbed
that she imagines herself to bn in want, and
that clever sympathisers play upon this
foible. We have known men of vast wealth
who went to market and became the terror
of butchers and hucksters by their miserable
pal simony. These men, rolling in opulence,
were cursed with the belief that they were
on the road to the Poor House, and that
everybody was robbing them of the little
pittance they bad leit. They had worship
ped the Golden Calf and, in their unlovely
old age, the deity so adored bad no power to
make them happy, content or sane. We
have seen gorgeous churches erected, not to
God, but- to the memory of tbsse miserly
cranks.
Mrs. Lincoln is, unfortunately, in the cate
gory of those who are deluded by vain imag
tilings. She is really wbatis called a rich
woman, and yet, we hear that she is con
stantly in dread of coming to want, and fre
quently, during the past year, has been bard
to restrain from packing up her clothes and
going to Washington to press her claims for
a larger annuity. This was the case partic
ularly during the time when the Grant fund
was being raised. She frequently expressed
her belief that the country was under great
er obligation to raise a fund for ber than for
him. and insisted on going to Washington to
see about it. The newspapers, which she
reads attentively, have been to blame in in
flaming her mind upon this subject. So well
aware of this are ber friends that they have,
during the past year, made a point of having
occasional announcements made through the
local press that Mrs. Lincoln’s health was
bad. Seeing these she would take to ber bed
and forget her determination to go Wash
ington and press ber supposed claim on the
Government.
Mrs. Lincoln has sixty thousand dollars
invested in bonds and is paid three thousand
dollars a year by the Government. In one
way or another, by sales of other property,
and by savings, she has at least five thousand
dollars per annum. The true friends of this
lady are mortified at these stories of poverty,
which have no foundation in fact, and Secre
tary Lincoln is said to be covered with con
fusion at an attempt, by Cyrus Field and
others, to excite a false state of the public
mind.
, There is not a man or woman in the South,
probably, who would not be pleased to see
the widow of Abraham Lincoln relieved of
any actual distress; but the perpetration of
a Mam, in such a connection, bears about it
something so uncanny that it almost shocks
the moral sense to contemplate. Mrs. Lin
coln deaervee the pity of everybody; but she
needs nobody’s cash contribution.”
“Leaves of Grass” was the name of a book
of poems which was printed for private cir
culation among .his disciples by the Ameri
can poet, Walter Whitman. The poems were
praised to the skies by a certain cl'que wh 0
yet kept the bock under lock and key from
the eyee of their children. They are now
published to the world for the first time with
all their filthiness unpruned. The New York
Tribune has the following trenchant criti
cism o<i this sample ot the new dispensation
in poetry: “After the dilettante indelicacies
of William H. Mallock and Oscar Wilde, we
are presented with the Blcp-bucket ot Wait
Whitman. The celebrity ol this phenomenal
poet bears a curious disproportion to the c r-
culation of his writings. Until now, it can
not be said that his verses have ever been
published at all. They have been printed ir
regularly and read behind the door. They
have been vaunted extravagantly by a band
of extravagant disciples; and the possesors
of the books have kept them locked up from
the family. Some have valued them for the
“barbaric yawp” which seems to them the
note or a new, vigorous, democratic, Ameri
can school of literature; some for the frag
ments of real poetry floating in the turbid
mass; some for the nastiness and animal in
sensibility to shame which entitle a great
many of the poems to a dubious reputation a-
curiosities. Now that they are thrust into
our faces at the book stalls there must toe a
re-examination of the myth of the Good
Gray Poet. It seems to us that there is no
need at this late day to consider Mr. Whit
man’s claims to the immortality of genius.
That he is a poet most of us frankly admit
His merits have been set forth many times,
and at great length, and if the world has
erred materially in its judgment, of them the
error has been a lazy and unquestioning ac
quiescence in some of the extreme demands
of his vociferous partisans. The chief ques
ticn raised by this publication is whether
anybody—even a poet—ought to take off his
trousers in the market-place. Of late years
we believe that Mr. Whitman has not chosen
to be so shocking as he was when he bad his
notoriety to inane, and many of his admirers.
—the rational ODes—hoped that the “Leaves
of Gra8s”would be weeded before be set them
out again. But this has not been done; and
indeed Mr. Whitman could hardly do it with
out falsifying the first principle of his phi
losophy, which is a belief in his own perfec
tion, and the second principle, which is a be
lief in the preciousness of filth. “Divine am
1,” he cries, “Divine am 1 inside and out,and
1 make holy whatever 1 touch or am touched
from, The scent of these arm-pits aroma
finer than prayer. This head more than
churches,bibles and all the creeds.” He knows
that he is “august.” He does not care for
anybody's opinion. He is
Walt Whitman, a kosmos of Manhattan the son
Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, ealiDg, drinking and
breeding.
No sentimentalist, no stander above men and
women or apart from them,
No more modest than immodest.
There is nothing in the universe better than
Walt Whitman. That is the burden of the
“Song of Myself,’’which fills fifty pages of the
present volume,
I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all
so luscious.
Nothing is obscene or indecent to him. It
is his mission to shout the forbidden voices,to
tear the veil off everything, to clarify and
transfigure all that is dirty and vile, to pro
claim that garbage is just as good as nectar
if you are only lusty enough to think so. His
immodesty is free from glamor of every sort
Neither ama.ory sentiment nor susceptibili
ty to physical beauty appears to have any
thing to do with it. It is entirely bestial;
and in this respect we know of nothing in
literature which can be compared with it.
Whitman, despising what be calls conven
tionalism, and vaunting the athletic demo
cracy, asks to be accepted as the master of a
new poetical school, fresh, free, stalwart,
‘immense in passion, pulse and power,” the
embodiment of the spirit of vigorous Ameri-
But the gross materialism of his verses
represents art in its last degradation rather
than its rude infancy.
‘ Breakfast Table Philosopher,’
Lady
Hardy’s Visit to Doctor
Holmes.
Why He Pays the Bills.
Clara Belle says: “There is no use in lot
ting your love blind you to the undeniable
fact that every girl of cultured tastes wishes
to gratify them; so, if you take one of these
delicate, refined, sensible creatures for a
wife, you must couch her on brocade or your
marriage bed will not be downy with her
happiness. Not only a,e these exquisite
birds desirous of fine plumage, but some of
them are hindered from flying away by
nothing else. I know a worshipful husband
whose beautilul young wife wouldn’t roost in
his cage a year it he didn’t provide her with
just the kmd of feathers her high-held head
demanded. He knows it, too, and scratches
gravel right lively to satisfy her dress exact'
tions. He is miserable now, but thinks he
would be more so if she should flit. He re
minds me of the man who, having inadvert
ently sat down on the only outlet of a hor
net’s nest, resolutely stayed there for hours,
preferring to endure the stings In a circum-
scribed area rather than be stung all oyer.
Mr. Seaey’s Daughter.
Mias Mary F. Seney, the youngeat daugh
ter of Mr. George L Seney, whose benefac
tion to education in Georgia has endeared
him to all, was married in Brooklyn on last
Wednesday, the 16th inst., to Mr. R. Shel
don. After a reception in Mr. Seney’s resi
dence, at 123 Remsen street, the oonple de
parted upon their bridal tour. Mr. Seney
made his daughter a handsome cash present.
Mayor-elect Low and wife were among the
Chapped Hands.
First wash them at night before retiring, in
soft water with the best soap, then take two
teaspoonfuls of cream and one of camphor,
and rub the hands with it until dry. Follow
this several nights, and he sure to always
wadi the hands in soft water.
We found Dr. Holmes a genial and agree
able companion—exactly as, from reading
his books, we had expected he would be. He
is neither tall nor short, but of medium
height; a thin, wiry man, with iron-
gray hair, and eyes twinkling with humor
and philosophy. Age has not dimmed their
lustre, nor taken the spring from his elastic
spirit; he is as brisk in his movements as
many a man at five-and-twenty. Mrs.
Holmes, a gentle-mannered lady, jnst the
wife necessary for suca a man—one who
would make his home a harbor of rest and
peace—came out to meet and welcome us. It
is always pleasant to see a genius and phi
losopher well matched in his life’s compan
ionship: unfortunately we have so often to
look on the reverse picture. The right wo
man is an inspiration to the one. a st udy for
the other; but the wrong acts like an irri
tant and blister, his whole life through. We
were prisently joined by his daughter—a
brilliant youDg widow, a feminine edition of
himself. Altogether we made a very pleas
ant party, and soon floated off into a brisk
conversation. I wish I could reproduce his
spirited, quaintly-turned phrases and quick
repartee, to which the expression of his face
gave additional point and high flavor. I
think the most dry-as-dust doctrine would
quicken into life if passed through the alem
bic of his sparkling philosophy.
It is not often that poetry and philosophy
go hand in hand together, as in this case it
does. Dr. Holmes seems surprised to find
himself so much more famous in this coun
try for his prose works and philosophical
studies than for his poetical productions.
Scientific research and semi-philosophical
lectures and literature are the occupations of
his daily life, but poetry is the darling of his
heart, the beloved companion of his holit’ay
hours, the airy architect who builds for his
spirit a home we know not of. We retired
to luncheon in a pretty parlor looking out
into the flower garden, where the bees were
droning and the tall lilies and roses nodding
sleepily in the sunshine. He seemed very
much interested in our intonation, and fre
quently called attention to oar mode of pro
nouncing certain words. He afterwards
read to us some scraps and snatches of his
new poems, which was a great treat to us,
for he has a melodious voice, and reads with
great emphasis and spirit; indeed, we were
so deeply engrossed by his brilliant conver
sation that we almost lost our train. With
much regret we bade him and his family a
cordial adieu.
A Perfect Gate-Latch.
How often have yon abused your gate for
being open when it should be shut! Yon
will never incur that sin again, if yon will
open a correspondence with Dr. W. H. Mar
shall, of Oxford, Mississippi He has invent
ed what seems to us to be a perfect latch—one
which will meet every requirement All
shrinkage in timbers, and jarring and slam
ming, is provided for, and there seems to be
no possible way in which it can fail. It will
make a gate-lifting hog ashamed of himself,
and we cannot see why every man in the
world who owns a gate should not have one
of Marshall’s weather-proof self-let kinD
latches immediately.
BY ANNIE LOGAN ANDERSON.
During the summer we lay in our ham
mocks in hack verandahs and read romantic
short stories and clever new novels to while
away afternoous. Since we have come to
sit by our cheerful, sparkling wood fires we
have cast aside romances aud taken up solid
mental food. I am inclined to send you a
story, however, that has a flavor of novelty
to Sunny South readers. It is old-fashioned.
One of the wnolesome kind our mothers used
to have in which there was a blissful bridal
for tha closing scene. Since our writers have
been taught that everything depends on how
a story is written—on the style mainly—as
one should place a beggar in a sumptuous
carriage — we have haa vapid repetitions ot
stories without number.
We have been amused long enough by sto
ries in the style of Valerie A> liner. The
coupie of interesting young mortals who are
exp cted to admire each other at first sight,
but who meet with the avowed determina
tion of coolly finding out faul s mutually.
We know that same pair of clear-headed
specimens of humanity eventually melt into
each other’s arms, behind crimson library
curtains if they tiecome aware in winter wea
tber,or,’f it is balmy spring,they catch cupid’s
arrows and colds in the s ar-light among the
roses. We know this ascertainly as we know
there is a reference to two siz;s of bottles at
the close of the elegant dissertations in ad
vertising columns com erning the shortness
of Jife or the splendors of English crown
jewels.
We ht v i read numbers of stories a few
years ago in which the hero in some way sus
tained a physical injury which excited the
love of :0:ne beautitul creature in his vicim
ty and caused them to drift together down
the stieaui of time. Since Tennyson so tieau-
tifully declared that under such circumstances
it is not stranger that hearts so gentle, so
employed, should close in love thail when
two dew drops on the petal shake to the same
sweet air and tremble deeper down and siip,
all fragrant, into one. We have been having
our souls harrowed by terrible disasters of
fire and flood, whereby occasion may he giv
en for a test of love. Seldom it occurs, how
ever, that a brave Jane is called upon to ac
cept for her portion a man who has lost bis
eyesight aud one hand. Usually the hero
comes forth sound of limb—after the heroine's
nursing.
Who can tell the number of pale-faced cou
ples who (on paper) stai d apart, the scars
remaining like cliffs that have been torn
asunder, etc. How sad we are that a poet
had the poor taste to declare the sad fact that
two loving fellow-creatures became estranged
and embittered to such a degree that neither
ever found another to free the hollow heart
Irom paining. Since cold-natured Byron
saw fit to place those pathetic lines as a text
for his unseemly farewell to his wife, hun
dreds of vapid love-stories have been penned
under the same words. Aud likewise Jean
Ingelow is responsible. How many gentle
old maids are made to confide to journals
that “only my heart to my heart shall show
it as I walk desolate day by day ?” On paper,
that is. All the old maids I encounter—with
few exceptions—are women of rare goou
sense and many virtues. They are not “sigh-
ers.” The worst stories I have read (and 1
have no patience with such) are those in
which some conscientious man, with an odd
conception of honor, gives his band
to his fatuous little Dora because long
ago he won her devotion, though meanwhile
his heart has gone into the keeping of a su
perb Agnes who outshines his betrothed.
Sometimes, as Rboda Broughton allows, Ag
nes listens to a wooing from her lover after
he is married and when Lalage dies, Miss
Joan accepts the hand which he could not
before off> r.
Such stories are not elevating. One should
not be thrown, in thought, with people
who have no refinement of feeling nor
proper sense of moral obligation. 1 have
no respect for any Joans—nor for mar
ried lovers. One tells me that a picture is
to be prized, not for the subject, but
for its fidelity to Nature. Also, that a story
to be read tor its style; for the adroitness
with which the author manages the creatures
of his . pen; tor the words fitly spkkfiB-hj;
them in conversations tete a tete. Still I re
fuse to be convinced. It matters with me
whether my artist paints roses or marigolds.
A poet says no thorns go as deep as a rose s;
and we know that imperfect lily shocks us
more than does a blighted daisy. Still 1 hold
we need have our style of short stories
changed. We are tired of heroines who are
finally creatures of dumps and of dolors,
however, gracefully they may be posed for
our inspection. We want to be introduced
to some natural heroines and some honest
heroes—introduced according to Chesterfield,
—with as much literary dandyism as N. P.
Willis delighted in—if you like—but with as
much simple truth at the foundation of the
story as our “Uncle Ramus’’ requires. 1 have
decided that our short stories have too much
plot. (!) I would commend Miss Woolson’s
style. Every one read- her “ South Devil ”
and “Sister of Sc. Luke” with delight, and
yet there is no visible effort on her part to
excite our interest. She tells her stories so
simply and yet so charmingly. Her style is
refreshingly .new—to me at least. She writes
as an eye witness might, and her stories glow
with vivid colors. Our school-girls who write
for story papers do not bear in mino’che im
portance of locating the incidents portrayed
in their novelties to places with which they
are familiar. Indeed I have noticed a fond
ness on their part for dealing—on paper—
with English lords and ladies, and for sur
prising us by ludicrous errors caused by ig
norance of manners and customs of European
peasants and of the fama and flora of roman
tic Switzerland. Ah, me! since the days of
Byron, DcStael and Voltaire how many
American tourists have been doused in the
lakes, lost in the mer de glace, and buried un
der avalanches! For all of which the story-
giil’s pen is responsible. Our own country
is sufficiently romantic. I think a lover’s
eyes can shine on one like stars in hot weath
er under Georgia apple-trees as well as amid
Alpine snows; and a spray of our fragrant
yellow-jessamines will do as well to furnish
a blossom for a locket as any rose-red child
of Swiss mountain-tops. Let’s develrp oar
resources in the field of short stories as the
Exposition orators urge us to “develop” our
cotton-patches and delve into our minerals.
Who will give us a Georgia story with a rain
bow at the end but without an obvious moral?
A medal will be bestowed on the author.
Mr. Scoville stated that Guitean desired to
make a statement.
! >lo objection lieing made, Guiteau read
from a manuscript substantially as follows:
“1 propose to have all the facts bearing on
this case to go to < he court and jury, and to
do this I have been forced to interrupt the
counsel and witnesses, who were mistaken
as to the supposed facts. I meant no dis
Any fact
SFECIAL_MENTION.
PENCIL AUD SCISSORS.
—The London Times in an editorial declares
the situation in Ireland to be more serious
than ever.
—Gov. Colquitt has been presented with a
cotton seed hat made by Mrs. E. W. Trice, of
. , , . Verona, Miss,
courtesy to them, or any one. Any fact 1
bearing on the question: ‘Who fired the; —Mr. Choate was once described by an old
first shot, the deity or myself?’ is of vital in> j f armer as looking like a mixture of jaundice
portance in this case, and I propose that it inrisnrudence
go to the jury. Hence my personal, political | an “ jurisprudence,
and theological record may be developed. —George Bancroft, the historian, celebra-
I am glad that your bouor and opposing
counsel are disposed to give a historical re
view of my life, and I ask the press aud
public to do likewise. All I want is absolute
justice, and I shall not permit any crooked
work. They are often mistaken on supposed
facts, and I shall have to coirect ttiem.
Last spring certain newspapers in New York
and Washington were bitterly denouncing
President Garfield for breaking up the
republican party by improper appointments.
I would like these newspapers to repeat these
editorials now, aud see bow they would look
and sound. In attemptirg to remove the
President, I only did what the papers said
ought ro be done. Since July aud, they
nave been deifying the President and de
nouncing me for doing the very thing that
they said ought to be done. I want the
newspapers aud doctors who actually killed
the President to share with me the o .turn of
his death. I never would have shot him of
my own volition, notwithstanding these
newspapers, if I had not been commissioned
by the Daity to do the deed, but the fact
does not relieve the newspapers from the
supposed disgrace of the President’s removal,
if he had beeu properly treated he would
have been alive to day. It has been pub
lished that I am in fear of death. It is false.
I have always been a religious man.
active worker of God. Some people think
that 1 am a murderer, but the Lord does nor,
for He inspired the act as in the case ot
Abraham and a score of other cases in the
Bible. The assault made upon me on Satur
day last has been condemned by the press,
the eyes of the civilized world are watching
this case, and it behooves this court and
the metropolitan police to protect me at all
hazards. 1 hereby warn all cranks of high
and low degree to keep away from me under
the penalty of instant death. He would have
been shot dead on Saturday but for the rear
ing of the horses in the van. As the officer
was shooting.the horses shook the van so that
he lost his aim, and though the van put sued
him he temporarily escaped. I waste no
arguments on cranks. All they can see in a
case is the policeman’s revolver. Again 1
say if they value their lives they must keep
away from me. I desire the court and jury
to dispose of this case on the facts and the
law, and to leave all the responsibility about
it to the verdict.”
To A Dyspeptic.
Dr. Dio Lewis advises a sallow, dull-eyed,
despondent dyspeptic after this fashion; “1
advise you to eat butter with your bread.
Don’t starve. Of course you 'feel better
when you go without eating, and so you feel
better when you lie in your bed, but you
must not give way to such weakness. You
must eat, and you must exercise. You must
eat meat and bread-and-butter, and then you
must exercise as hard as you can bear. By
vigorous percussion of the stomach and bow
els, by horse-back riding, by frequent use of
the hair gloves, by much sleep and other hy
gienic measures, you will recover. Avoid
staivation, indolence, and patent medicines.
A is worth about two hundred thousand
dollars. He is dyspeptic and nervous. A is
a poor man. He is a wretchedly poor man.
B, is not worth a thousand dollars. He has
a fine digestion and nerves like steel. B is a
a rich man. It is easy to acquire good di
gestion and good nerves. It is very difficult
with the great mass of men to get two hun
dred thousand dollars. It is a hundred times
as wise to seek health as to seek a fortune.
Miss Nettie Hooper, daughter of Robert
M. Hooper, Esq,, (United States Vice-Consul
at Paris,) and Mrs. Lucy Hamilton Hooper,
sustained a leading role at an amateur pet for
mance recently given at Montargis for a
charitable purpose. The play was a one-act
comedy entitled Une Date Fatale. The day
after the entertainment the Mayor ot Mon
targis called upon Miss Hooper to express in
person his thanks for her co-operation.
GARFIELD'S MAXIMS FOR
l’UdAG FOLKS.
W ritten a Few Days Before be
Was Shot.
Dr. A, M. Ross, of Montreal, Canada, sends
the Phrenological Journal a copy of “Max
ims,” which our late President presented to
the Doctor’s little son. Garibaldi, last year,
and also a copy of a letter which, as the
reader will see, was written but a few days
before he was shot. The maxims are as fol
lows:
•‘I feel a more profound reverence for a
boy than for a man. I never meet a ragged
boy in the street without feeling that I may
owe him a salute, for I know not what possi
bilities may be buttoned up under his coat.”
“Luck is an ignis fatuus: you may follow
it to Ruin, but never to Success. A pound
of Pluck is worth a ton of Luck.”
“Poverty is uncomfortable, as I can testi
fy; but nine times out of ten, the best thing
that can happen to a young man is to be tosseo
overboard and compelled to sink or swim for
himself.”
“For the noblest man that lives, there still
remains a conflict.”
“The privilege of being a young man is a
great privilege, and the privilege of growing
up to be an independent man in middle life
is a greater.”
"It is no honor or profit to appear in the
arena. The Wreath is for those who con
tend.”
“Things don’t turn up in this world until
some one turns them up.”
“If there is one thing' on this earth that
mankind love and admire better than an
other, it is a man who daie3 to look the devil
in the face, and tell hint be is a devil,”
“Every character is the joint product of
na'ure and nurture.”
“Be fit for more than the Thing you are
now dt ing. If you are not too large for the
place, you are too small for it.”
“In order to have any success in life, or
any worthy success, you must resolve to
carry into your work a fullness of knowledge,
not merely a sufficiency.”
“To a young man who has in himself the
magnificent possibilities of life, it is not fitting
he should be permanently commanded; he
should be a commander. Do not, I beseech
you, be content to enter upon any business
which does not require and compel constant
intellectual growth.”
“Young men talk of trusting to the spur
of the occasion; that trust is vain; occasion
cannot make spurs. If you expect to wear
spurs you must win them.”
The letter is couched in these terms:
Executive Mansion, Washington,
June 26th, 1881.
Dr. A. M. Ross—My Dear Friend: I re
ceived your letter and the book which ac
companied it. Thanks for both, but especial
ly for the kind words in your letter. Rest
assured I shall do my utmost to make this
Government “a terror to evil-doers.”
Sincerely yours,
J. A. Garfield,
A WOJIAA’S CAREER,
ted his eighty-first birthday recently. He is
living at Newport, R. I.
—An Iowa man refuses (10,000 for the old
battle flag of the 47th Ohio regiment, of which
Gat field was colonel.
—Guiteau’s divorced wife, now the spouse
of another man, testifies that the assassin, in
her opinion, is bad but sane.
—It is said that it takes one bailiff nearly
all his time to keep Wormley, the colored ju
ror in Guiteau s case awake.
—A feqiale crank, worth one hundred thou
sand dollars, corresponded with Guiteau, and
was inclined to marry him.
—The Chattanooga Times insists that when
the true inwardness of Edwin Booth is ma> e
public, it will horrify the world.
— About President Garfield’s grave are to
be planted a weeping beech, a pyramidal
oak, a buck-eye, and a silver fir.
—Mrs. Christiaccy was found wandering
about the streets of W ashington, the other
Her troubles
night, in very scanty attire,
have maddened her.
Fit; to Found a Story On.
The following is a synopsis of a singular
case just decided in the New York Supreme
Court. W. H. Gardiner a book keeper in
New York met last March with a young wo
man who, to avenge an insulting proposal
made by her employer Howard S. Ingersoli,
had just thrown red pepper into Ingersoll's
eyes. The girl appeared to Gardiner to be
young and innocent, and he espoused her
cause and ended by espousing her al;0.
Gardiner and the girl were at once married,
ingersoll, in order to be revenged on the
young woman for her assault upon his eyes,
investigated her history and found that she
was an adventuress, having been a bar maid
in London, the heroine of several disreputa
ble adventures, besides haviDg a husband
living whom she had deserted. He prose
cuted her for assault and secured her convic
tion and incarceration in the penitentiary.
Her last husband, Gardiner, brought suit to
have his marriage annulled ol the grounds
that it was void since she had a husband still
living. The case has just been decided in his
favor. The woman who is described. as
young and handsome is still in prison.
C. D. Hess’ Acme Opera Co.
The great success of this Company while in
Atlanta recently, and a hearty call from our
citizens, have induced their return here on
the ist, 2nd and 3rd of December. They play
comic opera, and will pat upon oar boards.
Olivette, La Mascotte, and Chimes of Nor
mandy. Miss Randall, with her graceful
form and movement, and surprisingly accu
rate conception of her characters, together
with her pure and flexible soprano voice,
won the unqualified encomiums of all. It Is
a first-class Company throughout.
A Philadelphia girl is pressing her third
breach of promise suit. She most have either
money or a husband.
—It is stated that the girls of Cincinnati
ape men so nearly in styles of dress,that were
it not for their head-gear the sex couid
scarcely be recognized.
—The Richmond State says: “Atlanta is
the rage now. She seems a very champagne
cocktail of a little city; but it’s her first sea
son out, and of course she’s the reigning
belle.”
—The witty man of the Boston Globe ob
serves that though Mr. Arthur is reported to
be too busy to write out his message, he
always finds time to accompany Grant to the
Baltimore and Potomac depot.
— Col. W. G. Wbidby has resigned his con
nection with the Air-Line Railroad and ac
cepted a nice position on the Southern World.
The Colonel is a splendid newspaperman and
an untiring worker.
—The Philadelphia Bulleting says: “A
loss of (16,000,coo on the Bourse was what
caused the death of James Rothschild.” It
is consoling to know that this cause of death
will not carry off many editors in Georgia.
—A lemonade spring has beea discovered
in California. Probably a monster eggrega
tion and greatest show on earth was swal
lowed up there by a great convulsion of na
ture far back in the distant eons.
—It is said that Mr. Vanderb.lt’s physician
has told him that he should be prepared for
the ‘lasc moment’ at all times; that apoplexy
promises to terminate his days, and that com
parative rest is absolutely necessary.
—A Philadelphia clergyman who married
a couple a few days ago and was cheated out
of his fee, the bridegroom promising to call
the next day and pay him, advertised the
wedding in a city paper, and added: “No
cards, no cake, no cash, no certificate.”
—We have had a pleasant call from Dr.
R. M. SweariDgen, of Austin, Texas, who is
on a visit to the Exposition and CoL Sam
Inman. The Dr. is health officer for the
State of Texas, and stands deservedly high
in the profession.
—It was on poor President Garfield’s birth
day that pieces of his backbone were passed
around in court, “through which the law
yers stuck pens and pencils, and which the
assassin curiously examined as his counsel
handled them for his inspection.”
The editor of the London Telegraph,
shown up by Mr. Labouchere as something ot
an ignoramus and ashamed of his patrimony
has just bought one of the Duke of West
minster’s palaces for (1,000,000. Editing a
newspaper in London pans out well occa.
sionally.
—“You are the worst boy I ever saw,” ex
claimed Brown to his son. “Why will you
go on as you do? I should think you would
have some respect for your father.” “How
can I, dad, have any respect for a man with
such a rascally son?” asked the young repro
bate.
—In a couple of hundred years from this, if
the Bible is again revised to suit the passage
in the parable of the ten virgins which reads
thus, “Give us of your oil, for our lamps
have gone out,” will be changed to, “Give us
of your electric lights, for our circuit is tem
porarily broken.”
—Charles Dudley Warner professes to have
found out the “first family of Virginia.” He
says that John Laydon and Anne Burroughs
were the first couple to wed in Virginia:—
“Anne was the maid ol Mistress Forrest,
who had come to grow up with the country,
and John was a laborer who came with the
first colony in 1607.”
—An Irish gentleman, visiting some friends,
was received with so much hospitality, and
drank so very hard that he departed in a
shorter time than was expected; and when
asked the reason, very gravely said, that he
“liked them so very much, and ate and drank
so incessantly, that he was sure if he had
lived there a month longer he should have
died in a fortnight.
—Including the magazines there are 11,-
418 papers published in this country, of
which 6S2 are published daily,8,725 are week
ly, and the remainder semi-weekly,tri-week
ly, and monthly. New York takes the lead
with 1,412, and Illinois comes next with 1,-
032, having outstripped Pennsylvania, which
used to rival New York, and now issues 989.
The other States vary, Ohio having 777, and
Nevada 37. All the territories have their
papers, and even the Indian Territory has 3.
—A Wall street correspondent of the Bos
ton Herald says the Gould-Huntington agree
ment indirectly benefits the Richmond and
Danville system through the Georgia Pacific,
which is being built from Atlanta to Texar
kana. The route will be from Texarkana to
Atlanta, to Charlotte by the Atlanta and
Charlotte, thence by the North Carolina
Piedmont, Virginia Midland, Alexandria and
Washington Roads to Washington, and
Trunk Line connections North.
—A private note from Col. Herbert Field
er so well-known in Georgia, tells ns that he
ieaves the Empire State to cast his fortunes
with the Texans. We bespeak for him a
cordial reception wherever he may locate in
the Lope Star State.
The editor of the Chattanooga Times
makes short work of a favorite free trade
argument thus: “The working people go
better dressed in America, have more and
better food, and more money to spend, than
those of any country in the world. If a coat
costs (so in England and (40 in Tennessee—
which latter is a silly fib—and the Tennes
seean gets five dollars where the English™.,,
gets two for his work, the Tennesseean is still
the better off one of the two.”
—Mr. Robert Coleman, a young million
aire at Lebanon, Pa , who owns an “iron es
tate,” is something of a magnificent cariosi
ty. His wife died a year ago in Paris. He
has entombed her embalmed body in a (250,-
000 mausoleum, and demolished a palace that
he had expected to share with her alive. To
divert his mind, he has turned his attention
to railway experiments, which promises to
be useful. His grief will probably turn to
practicality in several ways. It is too stu
pendous to last always.
—Senator Pendleton's new house in Wash
ington is ready for occupation. Gath ob
serves that “here are to be laid the Presiden
tial suppers, perhaps in anticipation of the
next nomination, for good dining men say
that they would rather be Pendleton at din
ner than President ” The Senator has be
come a famous entertainer. He may never
be President, but his dinners will deserve a
nomination, if gastronomy be a long step to
the White House. The noble art of dining is
apolitical necessity in England. Reverdy
Johnson was the most popular American
ever sent to Great Britain as Minister* be
cause he could eat and drink with the best
John Bull of his day. He had a big brain
and a phenomenal digestion.
—One of our contemporaries calls attention
to a well known fact—that when the circus
comes to town, or when the theatres are
opened, neither have bells to call the audi
ences together; yet they come, and no one
comes too late! Right curious, is it not?
And another matter: the great singer Patti
came to New York, and the price of seats
was fixed at from (5 to (to in order to listen
to her. Difficult as it is to get money for
charitable purposes, there was no trouble in
getting mcn3y for this purpose. Another
curious matter; That the persons who gave
thi8flve or ten dollars to hear Patti, did it
pleasantly and thought nothing about it; but
the person who gives a like amount to char
itable purposes will think about it for a week
and conclude what a remarkable person he
is.
Soalh
Callers at the Sunny
Office,
Among the many pleasant callers at our
sanctum since our last issue we note the fol
lowing: Mrs. M. J. Fleck, Spartanburg,S C.;
Colonel Petty, of the Carolina Spartan; T.
H. Ward, Esq., Dixcn, Ala.; Colonel Mar-
cellus E Thornton, Washington, D. C.; J. J.
Anderson, Bristol, Tenn.; R. P. Wheeler and
K. D. Little, Esq , Eatonton, Ga.; Dr. R. K.
Luckie, Oxford, Miss.; Dr. M. C. Marshall,
Winona, Miss.; Dr. M. P. Deadwyler, Elber-
ton, Ga.; W. L. Arndt, R. E. Brewton and
Wm. Fowler, Spartanbnrg, S. C.; Colonel
W. J. Anderson and lady, Fort Valley, Ga.:
E. S. Candler, Iuka, Missr> Miss Louise
Mitchell, Alabama; Judge G. C. Cooksey,
Bowling Green, Ky.; G. E. Walker and lady
and Dr. John Hardeman and lady, Haddock
Station. Ga.; Miss L. B. Stewart, Grays,Ga.;
Mrs. N. L. Hussey, Forsyth, Ga.; A. H.
Pickett and M. B. Horton, Esq., Union
Springs, Ala.; Misses Alice Fitzgerald, A. J.
Carter and Mr. T. F. Carter, Florence, Ala.;
R. D. Shuptrine, Thomaston, Ga.; Mrs. W.
A. Callaway, LuGrange, Ga.; A. F. Rebman
and E. 0. Campbell, Courtland, Ala.; Lowe
Davis, Huntsville, Ala.; M. W. Munroe,
Quincey, Fla.; C. Agee, Oxford, Ga.; J. W.
Shannon, Bowling Green, Ky.; Misses Jen
nie Fish and Alice R. Phillips and Mrs. Jno.
R. Richardson, Mrs. Isaac Lonlz and Mrs.
Geo. Leascber, Nashville, Tenn.; Misses An
nie and Emmie Murray, McDuffie county,
Ga.; J. F. Mosteller, Charlotte, N. C.; Hon.
E. C. McAfee, Cumming, Ga.; Capt. W. T,
Dickenson, Tallulah, Ga.; G. W. Pittman,
Bryantville, Ga.; Dr. R. M. Swearingen,
Austin, Texas; C. Saussey, Savannah, Ga.;
T. K. Sproull, Stilesboro, Ga,; Dr, C. A.
Webb, Hartwell, Ga.; Dr. V. 0. Thompson,
Winston, N. C., B. B. Nunnelly and J. P.
Nullellv, Martin’s Cross Roads, Ala.; J. B.
Irwin, Greenville, Ga.; Dr. B. C. Mitchell.
Texas.
MOTHEKATLMTA DAILY.
Col. JlarcelliiH Thornton Buys
(be Post-Appeal lor *10,000
Cash.
Our woithy friend, Maj. Caldwell, has
turned over his popular and growing evening
paper to Col. Thornton who paid him a hand
some sum for it in cash, and at an early day
it will make its appearance under Col. T.’s
administration as a first class morning paper.
Col. Tboniton has spent his life in journal
ism, and is one of the most indomitable news
paper men of the times; and with his energy
and genial good nature, and the able writers
and thinkers with whom he is surrounding
himself he will make a grand success of this
new venture. He is backed as we learn, by
unlimited capital.
Death of Wm. Rushton.
In the death of Wm. Rushton, for so many
years the superintendent of the Georgia R.
R. shops, Atlanta and the State of Georgia
loses a good citizen.
Resolutions of Respect.—At a meeting
held at the Atlanta and the- West Point rail
road shops the 26th inst., the following set of
preamble and resolutions were read and
adopted :
Whereas, It has pleased Almighty God in
his inscrutable wisdom to remove by death
from our midst our master mechanic, Wil
liam Rushton, therefore be it
Resolved, That by his death we have lost
one who has always been a true friend to all,
asking from all a strict performance of their
several duties and showing partiality to none.
Resolved, That while we mourn his death
much more than can be expressed by these
simple resolutions, we feel that our loss is his
gain, and that at last, after many years of a
useful and active life, he has been called
home to Heaven, where an eternal life of
rest and peace will be awarded to him.
Resolved, That the foregoing resolutions be
published tin the Atlanta Constitution and
the Dailv Post-Appeal and a copy be sent to
the family of our deceased employer.
Thomas E. Brady,
James M. Toy,
James Woods,
Committee.