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ATLANTA. GA., AUG. 19, 1882.
Senator Hill’a Portrait.
Having already twice presented a life-like
pi ctnre of Seratrr Hill in cur ‘ Portrait Gal
lery” we deem it unnecessary to do so again
and have loaned our ergraving of him to
other publishers.
Portrait anti Sketch of General
Wadley.
We are endeavoring to procure a good
photograph from which to make an engraving
of this great railroad king, whose sudden
death has 30 shocked the public. ,
Death of Senator Hill,
A glorious summer morning, sunshine
flooding the streets, the blue arch scarcely
flecked with white clouds; but a shadow falls
suddenly over the busy city as the bells be
gin to toll in unison. Men stop in the streets
and say to each other, “The end is come
at last: Ben Hill is dead.” It is so indeed
the great, suffering spirit has bad
“Another morn than ours.”
passing away resignedly at little after six
o’clock this (Wednesday) morning surround
ed by his devoted family; thus closing at
once a splendid career and an ordeal of pain
such as has seldom fallen to the lot of mortal
to bear. With burning ulcers eating up his
throat and tongue, unable to enjoy food or
drink, to converse with friends, or even to
breathe freely, life bad long been a burden
and when to this is added the consciousness (so
bitter to an active, ambitious spirit) that he
was dying while in his prime with genius and
energy still strong within him, and much
good work to be accomplished, we can part
ly realize the sadness of this sfflction. Yet
it was borne with a grand patience, and it
seemed to develop the latent depths of do
mestic tenderness, friendship and Christian
love which in bis busy public life had not
been disclosed. For some time he had been
able to communicate with his friends and
family only by signs or writing, but on the
last visit of his pastor (Gen. Evans) the after
noon before his death, he looked at him earn
estly and said in a distinctly audible voice,
“Almost Home.” It was the last utterance of
that once thrillingly eloquent voice,
t All the morning the city bells tolled heavi
ly, the public buildings and most of the busi
ness houses were draped in emblems of
mourning and a gloom pervaded every
portion of the city. The Council met
in special session and passed resolutions
of sorrow for the loss to the country of this
great intellect and of sympathy with his be
reaved fam ly. The funeral will take place
on Saturda) ; many distinguished visitors
are expected to attend it, among them Sena
tors Brown, Lamar, Butler, Hampton,Vance
and Garland. The remains (wofully emaci
ated) have been embalmed and will be en
closed in a casket, the duplicate of that in
which President Garfield was buried. *
A Time to Laugh.
Yes, there is no doubt that “away with
melancholy” is the cry of this generation.
W e are determined to throw off the burden
of thought; we are bound to laugh, though
the laugh be spasmodic or sardonic. No
thought is called good,unless you make a joke
jump out like a devil in-the-box,no play “has
a run” unless laughs are plentifully scattered
through it, no music is popular, that is not
lively, no journal thrives that does not sac
rifice sense to “fun,”no novel goes down with
the critic unless it is “sp ced with humor.”
In short, one is so often commanded directly
and by inference to laugh and be merry that
one is tempted to remark similarly with the
profane husband whose wife had determined
to adopt the sage piece of advice, “always
meet your husband with a smile.” So she
smiled at him when he opened the door,smiled
at him when he fell over the yeast pitcher,
smiled at him when she trod on his pet corn,
smiled when she took out her false teeth, till
the exasperated man was forced to inquire,
“what the d—ickcns she was grinning at,”
Now a sweet, healthy cheerfulness is the
very sunshine of life, and true humor gives
an exquisite flavor to thought and speeech,
but we protest, in the name of morality,
against that spirit of burlesque and flippancy
which is leaving it legitimate ground and in
vading the sanctity of high art, carving its
coarse caricatures on the temple of the muses,
showing its grinning mask inside the sanctu
ary of religion, and jingling its bells at the
solemn funeral of reputation, honor and
virtue. .
Clipping; (lie Imagination.
“Prune his imagination unsparingly, cbaii
him down to mathematics and keep him away
from the poets and rhetoricians. I want to
make a practical man of him.”
Such was the parting injunction (uttered
in our hearing) of a distinguished gentleman
on committing bis only son to the charge of
the President of a well known university.
Looking at the boy’s broad forehead and
clear, intelligent eyes, we felt a misgiving
that the natural bent of the fine mind they
revealed was destined to be warped and
trammeled by a mistaken system of training.
Setting aside the high and grand uses of
imagination, in teaching us to aspire—form
ing for us models of what we might be and
what we might do,—imagination is also of
the greatest use in what is called a practical
sense, since its possession is a desideratum of
success in all the higher business pursuits of
life. Toe glory of Americans is not in being
an intelligent, a learned, or an elegant nation,
but in being a practical people, and, hence,
in their colleges, male and female, if they
have any settled and understood system, it
consists in making mathematics the grand
foundation of education. By so doing, they
think to make sure of turning out “practical”
(i. e. money-making) human machines. But
what is the practical tendency of such a
course? Can tne student, turned over from
his Alma Mater to make. his way into the
world, find anywhere, in life, in -cience, in
any profession he may choose, truths capable
of direct and positive proof, like those he has
been habituated to see in the pages of his
algebra? In his social relations, in physics
as well as metaphysics, he will find few sim
pie and absolute truths. He will fiad contin
gent facts, facts to be compared, facts to be
inferred, truths to be deducted from a multi
tude of plausibilities—truths to be accepted
by mere faith—truths susceptible of no
shadow of proof, but felt to be true neverthe
less by that higher spiritual insight, superior
to any mere process of reasoning. But how
can his mind embrace these, when it has been
accustomed to receive as true only that which
can be positively demonstrated? Will such %
bounded intellect ever make any wonderful
discoveries in natural science, in medicine, in
philosophy, in art, any bold and original coup
in law, in trade or in speculation? Not if
they are well trained in the purely mathe
matical system, far to discover or to invent
requires imagination, and the province of
this system is to curtail imagination. It pro
duces mental concentration and methodical
habits of thought, but its too exclusive use
cannot tend to develop and expand the intel
lect. Instances there may be, where it is
best as an educational foundation, for minds
are as diverse as faces, and each requires a
different process of education. It is the busi
ness of the teacher to be also the student—
the student of the various intellects committed
to bis care—probing their capabilities, study
ing their tendencies ar,d their idiosyncrasies
and laboring to fit his system to the peculiar
ities of each particular organization. When
you meet with such teachers, you will find
them to be men and women of imaginative
minds as well as of comprehensive under
standings, warm sympathies and large moral
and intellectual conscientiousness.
Keylttionot a Philosophic Prov
erbs.
We are not jnst now going to assail the
claim of Solomon to be considered the wues
of men. We, however, fear that he. I ke
many modern wielders of the pen, was some
times more concerned about saying what was
brilliantly antithetical than bout what was
rigidly truthful. This disposition, doubtless,
led him to write that oft quoted expression,
“There is nothing new under the sun.” If by
these words the royal seer meant that the
principles of human nature are unchacge
able—that in its moral aspects the world of
mankind will continue to exhibit a succes
sion of similar phases, then he uttered a pro
found truth. But he could not, if wise, as
sert that things are not constantly happen
ing so unlike all that has gone before that
American I.ove of “Blguess,’
A New York paper called the Hour says,
it has long been known that the average
American has a natural fondness for what
is great, magnificent—in short, ”tig.” Our
country is one of the largest on the globe;
its possibilities are greater than those of any
other. This Northern Continent, from the
North Pole to the Eq >ator, may be ours
whenever we choose to take possession of it
and it embraces, every known variety 1 f
climate and soil. It was one of the bitter
complaints of the Confederate leaders that
the Northern people were willing to abolish
tbe Constitution of the country rather than
diminish tbe s'ze of its map. In other words,
that a ’’big” nation was dearer to them than
a free one. Undoubtedly this feeling bad its
effect in the so-called war for tbe Union, for
they deserve to be called new. Events are the th0U S ht was intolerable to the ordinary
American that be shruU b long to a m»re
SPECIAL MENTION,
Pehcil and Scissors.
or 1 wo to control!
Oh, for a vale that at-mid-day the dew cumbers'
[ Oh, for a pleasure trip up to the pole I
—The Chinese say there are two good men
| —one dead, the other unborn.
—Chicago had a slight frost last Thursday,
A Ballet-Wirl Amid a Swarm of |
Bald heads,
A Philadelphia ballet-girl went down to I
the seashore the other day, and at the fash
ionable hour for bathing, when all the young I , ...
ladies in the place were disporting themselves *■ a *0 a garden of cucumbers!
in the water, she took a plunge in the ocean. I “A'?]?'?.'*? r ‘.'V, t0 control 1
When she came out she was noticed to bow
pleasantly to forty or fifty well-dressed males
who were promenading on :he beach appar
ently lost, in contemplation of the infinity of I
waves in the distance. She afterward ex
plained. “I do not know the names of any
of those gentlemen, but tbeir faces are so I and overcoats were conspicuous in Detroit 1
familiAr that they seem like old acquaintan- Friday,
ces. At tbe theatre they always occupy the
front seats.” | —A lady at S iratoga has created a sensa-
tion by appearing with a bird of Paradise
She Would If She Could, But j mounted on her sunshade.
She Couldn’t.
“Back, I 8iy!”
The silvertd foam of tbe sea was plashing
in rhythmic cadence on the white sands 01
the beach, while here and there a fleck of
Arifttarcbi Bey and tbe Belles.
A Saratoga letter writer says that it is an
open that a number of maneuvering Amer
ican mammas and pretty daughters would
like to have tbe handkerchief flung to them
by Aristarchi Bey—tbe distinguished repre
sentative of tbe Ottoman Empire to this
country; notwithstanding that he is already
muchly married; as these damsels were not
slow in finding out. A winsome blonde put
the question direct Looking out slyly from
beneath her wide-brimmed hat, with its
Qrooping plumes, fixing her bine eyes softly
upon the dark face of the Turkish Ambassa
dor, she murmured: “Please tell me, Aris
tarchi Bey—it does seem too horridly dread
ful to ask?—but do please tell me —" here a
blush and a sigh, and a downward look of
the guilty blue eyes—“please tell me how
many wives you have.” The Bey looks unu
sually grave and solemnly replies, “Seven!”
The yonng lady looks aghast for a moment,
nearly faints, then, remembering it is the
fashion in the Turkish country, quietly re
covers, smiles her sweetest and murmurs:
“Only seven? Why, somebody told me you
hadtenl” *
American Women—Tbeir Phjg
leal Development.
A Dotaole improvement is taking place in
tbe physique of our American women. They
are becoming better developed, thanks to
more intelligent physical training—to calis
thenics, more sersible dressirg, and better
attention to daily bathing, plenty of fresh
air and other by geinic n quisites. Thanks,
too, to the better?cooked,more nourishing and
easily digested food that finds its way to
modern tables. Tbe black coffee and fried
meat diet gave us thin nervous women,attrac
ive enough in the brightness and freshness
of youth, but growiDg rapidly passee—tbe
slenderness turning to angularity, tbe deli
cate rose fading into sallowness, and the
health giving way under the trials of mater
nity and the cares of housskerping, until at
thirty-five onr matrons were usually scare
crows in the field of matrimony. There is a
very evident improvement in this respect,
and the enthusiasm with which foreign tour
ists s(eakofthe beauty of onr Arnerican.and
particularly of enr Scutfcein women, leads
to the belief that Fanny Kemble’s prediction
concerning them may be verified. On her
first visit to America, forty years ago, she
was struck with tbe delicacy of features ex
hibited by the women as well as the rapidity
with which they lost their bloom after mar
riage, due, sbe decided, to tight lacing, want
of exercise and overheated rooms She also
c cmplained sadly of the “narrowness and
aridity of intellectual culture” among the
mass of American women. Bhe found them
a “whole nation with well-made, regular
noses,” and, “from this circumstance and a
few others,” sbe declared, “I believe in their
future superiority over all other nations, but
the lowness their faces are capable of “flogs
Europe.” The predominance of spirit over
matter vindicates itself strikingly here,wheie
in the lowest strata of society, the native
American rowdy, with a face as pure in out
line as those of a Norman noble, strikes one
dumb with the aspect of a countenance,whose
vile, ignoble hardness can triumph over such
refinement of line and delicacy of pro
portion.”
Civilization has made vast strides during
the forty years that have intervened since
Fanny Kemble wrote this criticism and this
prophecy concerning American people. Cul*
tare has had a plainly visible effect in ele
vating the physical type among ns. And
yet mneb remains to be effected in this re
spect. While reforms in exercise, food and
conditions of living have greatly improved
tbe physique, of women particularly, there
is wanting in the masses that nobleness and
grace of expression, that depth of eye, that
elevated sweetness of expression which add
so immeasurably to regularity of feature and
symmetry of shape. Still, as in Fanny Kem
ble’s day, many otherwise beautiful faces
are capable of “lowness of expression,” while
others, like Yola’s history are “a blank,
my lord, a blank.” This is dne to shallow,
paltry natures, that collegiate cramming can
DeTer enrich, bnt that may have been reme
died by a nobler home-traming and every
day association—such as should make thought
and purpose rise superior to petty vanities
and jealousies, and give life a higher objec
than to secure a husband and an establish
ment. *
occurring now continually to which para! e
could not be found in all tbe chronicles of me
past. Men have been just as wicked as they
are now. Office seekers have been as eager,
partisans as unscrupulous, courts as unre
liable and legislatures as venal as to day.
But the people of our day are exhibiting
vices in ways never before known. It is cer
tainly something new under the sun that a
large portion of the wealthy, intelligent and
professedly upright people of a great country
should be doing all in their power tc?p]sce
another portion of their fellow citizens as in
telligent and upright as themselves under tbe
rule of a horde of semi-savages from a for
eign land. Never before was it the case that
freshly liberated slaves were at once armed
with the ballot and thrust, even against their
will, into the highest position for no better
reason than because they had been slaves.
Never before did serfs drop the plow and
presume to dictate the policy of the govern
ment. Never before was the spectacle wit
nessed of two great political parties led by
men representing the highest civiliz ition of
an enlightened nation bowiDg and fawning
before a mass of half-civilized aliens of the
lowest type of humanity, and yielding to
these aliens a control of the country in which
they are strangers. All this persistent effort
of one party of Anglo-Americans to put the
African as lord over lands inhabited by other
Anglo-Americans is something the like of
which has never yet transpired. Had some
prophet of the long ago told that descend
ants of the Saxon would so far betray his
race instincts he would have been deemed
crazy. Englishmen of an antique turn of
mind did feign to believe in Fjngal and af
fect a fondness for the tartan after the pow
er of McCallum More had been broken and
Vich Ian Vohr had been beheaded. But the
Gaul was a Caucasian, though not of Saxon
blood. There was against miDgling with
him no revulsion so strong that to lay it
aside seemed like violating a natural law.
After ail, however, it was merely a poetic
sentiment. It did not take so practical a
shape as promoting tbe McLeods and
McDonalds to the highest < ffiees in the coun
try. It was a harmless if not an innocent
diversion to glorify a dead Highlander; it is
a much more serious thing to worship a live
negro. **
Ilea ot Genius Deficieut In Con.
versaliou.
—An Illinois young man eloped the other
[ day with a barefooted girl. Nothing very
shod-dy about that couple.
—“There is always room at the top,” said
The Etadent who may, a
luminary of learning and of genius, in the
pages of his volume, is found, not rarely, to
lie obscured beneath a heavy cloud in collo
quial discourse.
If you love the man of letters seek him in
the privacy of his study. It is in the hour of
confidence and tranquillity his genius shall
elicit a ray of intelligence more fervid than
the labors of polished composition.
Tbe great Peter Corneille, whose genius re
sembled that of Sbakspeare, and who has so
forcibly expressed the sublime sentiments of
the hero, had nothing in his exterior that in
dicated his genius; on the contrary, his con
versation was so insipid that it never failed
of wearying. Nature who bad lavished on
hi m the gifts of genins,had forgotten to blend
with them her more ordinary ones. He did
not even speak correctly that language of
which he was such a master.
When his friends represented to him how
mnch more he might please by not disdaining
to correct these trivial errors, he would smile
and say— “I am none tr-e less Peter Cor
neille!” Descartes, whose habits were form
ed in solitude and meditation, was silent in
mixed company; and Thomas described his
mind by saying that he had received his in
tellectual wealth from nature in solid bars,
but not in current coin; or as Addison ex
pressed the same idea, by comparing himself
t > a banker who possessed the wealth of his
rriends at home, though be carried none of it
in his pocket, or as that judicious moralist
Nicolle, one of the Port R .yal Society, who
said of a scintillanc wit—“He conquers me in
tbe drawing-room, but he surrenders to me
at discretion on the staircase.” Such may
say with Tbemistocles, when asked, to play on a
lu «, “I can not fidale, bat I can make a lit
tle village a great city.”
Tbe deficiencies of Addison in conversation
are well known. He preserved a rigid s.lence
amongst strangers; bnt if he was silent, it
was the silence of meditation. How often at
tbit moment, he labored at some future
bp seta tor! Mediocrity can talk; but it is
g< urns to observe.
Tne cynical Mandeville compared Addison,
after having spent an evening in his com
pany, to a “silent parson in a tie-wig.” It is
do shame for an Addison to receive tbe cen
sures of a Mandeville; he was only to blush
wben be called down those of a Pop*.
Virgil was heavy in conversation, and re
sembled more an ordinary man than an en
chanting poet.
La Fontaine, says La Bruy ere, appeared
coarse, heavy and stupia; he could not speak
or desc. ibe what he had just seen; but when
be wrote he was the model of poetry.
It is very easy, said a humorous observer
of La Fontaine, to be a man of wit or a fool;
but to be both, and that too iu tbe extreme
degree, is indeed admirable, and only to be
found in him. This observation applies to
that fine natural genius Goldsmith. Cnaucer
was more facetious in his tales than in his
conversation.
Isocrates, celebrated for his beautiful ora
torical compositions, was of so timid a dispo
sition that he never ventured to speak in
public. He compared himself to the whet
stone which will not cut, but enables other
things to do this; for his prod actions served
as models to other orators. Vaucanson was
said to be as much a machine as any he had
made.
Dryden said of himself, “My conversation
is slow and dull, my humor saturnine and re
served. In short, I am none of those who
endeavor to break jests in company,or make
repartees.
section of the glorious Union which extin-
ded from tbe Gulf to the Lakes and from
ocean to ocean.
We live in an age in which the American
is in his glory, for it is one of gigantic enter
prises and’ "big” operations. Geographically,
we are not yet quite happy. The Mississip
pi is a wonderful river, but the Amazon is
still larger, and that does not belong to ns.
Tbe R-'t-ky and Sierra Nevada Mountains
pierce tbe beaveDS. but after all they are
dwarfed by the Andes. But in vast railway
enterprises we are ahead <-f all the world; in
mileage we already rival Europe, and, owing
10 tbe rapidity with which we are construct
ing great continental lines, it wiil not be
many years before we shall have double the
mileage of tbe rest of tbe world. Then see
ibe vastness f f onr railway combinations.
A half d< z in men control as nianv systems
and, if tbe present railway war continues
two or tbree m n may nomin»te the whole
transportation service of the United Stat s.
Our telegraphic system is a marvel. Thfre
is every human reason why the American
people should wish to see it in tbe hands of
those whom public opinion could reach, hut
the community really seems quiescent because
if a monopoly, it is a ’’big” one. and is in the
hands of a ’’b g” operater. The enormous
wealth of a Yanderbilt, so oat of place in a
free republic, excites no jsalousy except In
a small knot of German Socialists, The fact
that he is a ”blg” owner of stocks and money
is enough to give him the respect of the Amer
ican people. Jay Gould was detested during
his early career. Wuile he and F.sk were
manipulating the Erie Road he was regar
ded as tbe most pernicious and dangerous
operator known to the Street. But he has
been successful for he as formed vast com
binations, »ud to dav he is in a certain way
popular. Yet Jay Gould has varied neither
his methods nor his objtcts; but the Amer
lean peep e condone bis career because, if he
is a rascal, he is a ’’big" one.
We thought that we owned the largest
waterfall in the world; and Stanley and
Cameron have never been forgiven for re
vealing the face that in Central Africa there
is one still more magnificent. The Brooklyn
and St. Louis bridges are unsurpassed in the
world, and the tunnel under tbe Hudson
will be tbe longest snb-nqaeous means of com
mnnication if tbe Channel tnnnel be not
constructed.
We are clearly on tbe eve of more gigantic
enterprises which will not appeal so much to
the imagination of onr people as to their
sense of’’bigness.” Toe statesman who can
make tbe largest additions to our territory
will be the most popular. The speculator
wno offers to cover the most ground and
ask for the most money will beat all his com
petitors. There aie no such caravanserais
in the world as those at Saratoga, while
all our recently built seaside hotels, such
as those at Long Beach and Rockaway. are
noted for their ’ bigness.” Tne same remark,
by tbe way, is true of their bills.
There is no doubt about the Ameripan
passion for the enormous and the rxtrava
gent. 1c is shown in our popular humor,
There is but little wit in our literature, but
a great deal of ex'ravagent fx-ggerntion
Du Maurier is not as popular as Keppler or
Nast. It Is to be feared that tbi3 love of
bigness,” chi< p iss on for the enormous, has
affected our manners unfavorably, as well as
our national ideals. It is not true that in
paying so much respect to what is preten
tious and self-asserting that gentleness among
us given way to loudness and modesty to
assnrauce? Should not tbe education of our
children be such as to correct this national
proneDess to admire wuat is great, rather
than what is good?
I£3!| lig ^ 0 u m th ilf' gn *\ bU ° y .u" ?* r " the hotel clerk with » sardonic grin as he
dine Shoals—that dreaded spot beneath whose L„, f * . .. . ,
treacherous waves so many goodly ships weal Y guest up to the ninth story,
freighted with precious burdens from far —Louisville was darkened recently bv a
's; * «*-* <■»
western sky Gir. fie McClosky’s off foot as * aal ps so that their light was almost obscur-
she stood by Bertram Berk-n’3 side that soft ed.
Juneeveniug.
• You do not love,” said the girl, speaking ”* r - ”f° ot *y says he likes to speak in cii —
slowly, “or you could not speak so cruelly, cuses. Going to circuses to preach beats
°.i this beautiful n.ght, when the hills are taking the children to see the animal dodge
siffused with amber haze, through which the „ . .. 6
stars glow and throb in silent f plendor, we al1 “ ollow -
should think of naught but love—pure, pas- —Tbe Chicago Tribune is of the opinion
sionles8 love, that will bind our hearts togeih a,,, , ...
er in a chain, whose every link shall be a kiss; “* *?'“ Cr ° P of the country thla year
whose every fold a sweet caress.” w “ exceed by 30,000,000 bushels that of any
For an instant the man did not reply, previous year.
Tuen the girl stretched forth to him her bare . . . .
white arms that glistened like marble in the 8l S n on a store reads: Buries by the
growing dusk, but he heeded them not. kwort.” But don’t accuse the painter of the
“Will you not speak to me, sweetheart?” sign of ignorance. He may be an advanced
she said, an infinite pathos in the words.
No answer came. Again the outstretched student of phonet,C8 ‘
arms pleaded mutely and with pitiful elo- —Cups used at an afternoon tea at Nantuck
!S3S,"S .tur, JSS W «*«*»■.. “ M “ b »» «*-'
President Davis expression on his face, Ber- ®B y owned by Mary Queen of Scots. Such
tram again said: ‘ Back, I say.” caps are hard to swallow with.
With a despairing gleam in her darksome D
eyes, Girofle turned away and began to Bob People in Montville, Ct., didn’t like it at
as if her corset would break. "God help *11 because a mau whose wife died on a Sat-
not'back. •® aid ’ “ de8pairin & accenta > "l ca “- urday was married again the next week Fri-
“ Why not?” asked Bertram. day * and 80 they tarred and feathered him.
“Because,” was the reply in tear-stained —A dog belonging to the Monongahela
tones, “my polonaise is too eternally tight.” | House, Pittsburg, had its leg broken. After
meditating, apparently, for a time, it ran to
the river, and, deliberately diving under wa
ter, was drowned.
—“Well, Mike, and have ye heard what
—The delightful practice of bathing at our
numerous places of public resort has become
so common, and, it may be added, so fashion
able, that the inventor who will produce a
bathing-dress with some sort of life-preserv
ing attachment, or a device that may be put
on and worn in the water, will not only help
himself in a pecuniary sense, but prove a
blessing to others.
Negroes Hake a Woman their
Benia!.
'Stop I have a sensation for you,” were
the words that fell from a well-known conn
oilman’s lips yesterday morning as a Const!
tution representative was passing him on Ala
bama street.
“Wbati8it?” was the itemizir’s query as
bread grin spread over his face.
“Well, out on Houston street, near Storr’s
school house, there resides a negro family in
whose service there is a crazy woman of whom
they are making the most abject slave,
have just been talking to a colored man who
knows all ct the details ot the affair and who
says tbe woman is terribly abused. Sbe is
crazy and has been for several years on ac
count of the death of her child.”
Tbe story as told by the councilman induc
ed the reporter to enlist the aid of Captain
Crim and in a short time they found them
selves at 92 Houston street, where Jane Staf
foid and Belle Mitchell, two colored women,
reside. At first the object of the search
could not be seen, but finally the women, clad
in nothing but a calico skirt and a body of
tbe seme material made her appearance in tbe
yard with her arms fall of wet clothes, which
she had just taken from the wash tub.
“What’s your name?” asked the reporter
of tbe miserable looking obj-ct.
“Sue,” was the reply in that witless way
which told of an nnbaianced mind.
‘ Sue, don’t you want to see your baby?’
asked Captain Crim.
“Yes, I do,” was the reply as the woman
dropped her clothes.
Then a conversation, in which the police
man, the reporter, the two negro women and
Sue took part, ensued. The result of the con
versation was the removal of the white
woman from the custody of the S afford
crowd to the stat-on bouse, where she w.ll
remain until her ca-e be invest gated.
Sue’s story was a pitiable one. Sbe said:
“My 1 ame is Sue Pagan, and I used to live
in Macon. About five years ago I was nurse
in the hospital there, and so forgot myself as
to become a mother. After the child was
born its father, who is now a physician in this
city, caused me to be sent to tbe asylum at
Miliedgeville, where I was kept for nearly a
year. When I came back I could not find
my child, and have not found it yet I have
been living with Jane Stafford two years aDd
she beats me all night Sue gives me plenty
to eat and to wear and I want to stay with
her.”
Jane Stafford and Belle Mitchell both deny
any ill treatment of the woman, and express
a willingness to let her leave » hen she desires.
The general impression created by Sue’s
appearance and conversation is that she
needs the protection of her relatives.—Consti
tution.
—The New Orleans Picaynnt thinks that
the true protection for the South is self pro
tection. It says: “We have cotton, sngar,
iron, coal, wood, jnte and a thousand possi
bilities which lie idly buried in the unworked
capacities of onr fertile South. We have
every necessary element of our future in onr
own hands. We have only one danger to
guard against. We must defeat at the polls
every political doctrinaire who wishes to de
stroy the temple of Southern prosperity by
tearing away any one of its four pillars—ag
riculture, manufacture, commerce, naviga
tion.”
The Old Style of Jersey Justice
Some y*ars ago a distiuguisbed member of
the New York bar was retained ou one oc
casion by a friend, also a New Yorker, to at
tend to a complaint made against him before 1.. , . .
a New Jersey justice for an alleged assault they re S 0,n 8 to do wlt h B irney Hannegau?
and battery upon one of the residents of the “Indade and I have.” replied Mike; “they’re
“°Xl „ ..... going to transport him for life; but I don’t
*1 appear for the prisoner,” said the coun- e-u l.* ’
selor to the modern Dogberry. belave the poor b ye will live so loDg os
“You abbears for de pris’ner, do you?— that.”
£, w “iS"b.'S , C^ l " 1 ,Sd“C 1 .oS’S - T1 “ re » * «—« -m
marked curiosity, “I ton’t knows you, Vair Louisiana Retreat against his wishes. He
be’s you come from, and vot’s yer name?” says he is not crazy. Tae only way to satisfv
said- 9 coua9elor mod03tly gave lla me,and himself on that point is to let him comrSit a
“I am a member of the New York bar.” murder. He can then fiud a uezen doctors
“Veil den,” replied tbe justice, “you gan’t who will swear he is insane,
bractis in dis here gort.” . , „ . _
“I am a counselor of the Supreme Court of -“Tncycles,” the Court Journal says,
the State of New York,” reiterated the at- grow in favor in London, and are to be seen
torney. daily, ridden by either sex, in’ the most
veteraL'jusrim g tifferent ’’’ the in ' crowded parts of the city. The Rational
“Well, then,’’said the bsffl3d lawyer, “sup- Brass Society recommeud lady tricyclists to
pose I show to your Honor that I am a coun- wear the new “divided skirt.”
selor of the Supreme Court of the United . , „ . . .
States?” ~ A courteous Frenchman, in reply to a
“It ton’t make a pit better,” replied he of question ahy ladies were not admitted into
the ermine, “you ain’t a gounselor vor de the Chamber of Deputies, said that to be a
in dish gort!” arSey ’ Hn you ® an 1 ^rrctia member it was requisite to be forty years old,
01 another occasion the same dignitary aDd was impossible to find any lady that
said to a jury, who had been listening to a had reached that unseemly age,
“tri.-i)” before him of an unfortunate fellow! , ,, , , ,
tor s. ne offense agaius-. the State: j —old and almost obsolete custom was
“Sbenilemen8 of the shoory, shtand up; recently reviyed in Paris, where three mur-
dis here fellow, der brisner at de par, says derers were taken from their ceijs to the scene
he ish von New Yorker. Now. I dinks he pes I , .. ... .... ’
a puteber-poy, und if he is a pu’cher poy he of the a aasslnatloa oI whic t» they wereguil-
tri^es pigs trpo de shtreets, und V“n he trives ty, and there made to re-enact with the
der pigs, he kits Oder beeple’s pigs mit dem agency of an effigy,the details of their crime,
vot he haf pefore. Dat’s wot 1 call pig
shteaiin. Now. shentlcmens, if de vellow —Among the applicants for the position in
shteals pies in New York,I t’ink he villshteal the State Uuiversity made vacant by the re-
to g °T. i i “r*!f r ? y ^““i de / ef0re e I a m oval of Dr. Speer, the Athens Chronicle
now t’lef. u..d your shudgment s’all be kilty. .... r ’
Vot you shall say, shentlemens of de shoory ? mentions the names Rev. Mr. Landrum, and
—ish he kilty, Oder not kilty? If you say he Mr. James R. Randall, Hon, Henry W. Hil-
isb kilty, I sends him to de State Brison, mid i iard an d Colonel C. C. Jones, all of Augusta,
two years.”
And be did send him. | —At the marriage of a -colored couple at
Brunswick, Ga., the other day, the bride was
The Best-Natured 'Wife in the I asked “to love, honor, obey, etc., the man
„ Uniie«l States. whom she held by tha right hand.” Ste
The best-natured woman in the United
States lives in Austin. She has been mar
ried a number of years to a man named Far-
guson, but she and her husband have never
had a quarrel yet, and he has frequently
boasted that it is utterly impossible to make
her angry. Ferguson made several deeper-
ate attempts to see if he could not exasperate I -V
her to look cross or scowl at him, merely to ^ ama ge Union and Mutual Aid Association
gratify his enrsosity, but tbe more outrage- °f Brenham, organized and conducted ex-
ous he acted, the more affable and loving she clusively for the benefit of unmarried colored
^LtJt week he was talking to a friend about pe0p ' e ' r0mthirtee,lyear80f af?e and
what a bard time he had tryiDg to find out war ^ 8 -
if his wife had any temper. The friend of- ,
fered to bet $5o that if Ferguson were to go ^ 8 b° u ^ n c w ©ar a black belt about
home drunk, raise a row, and pull the table- her waist when she’s got a white dress on and
cloth full of dishes off the table, she would is walking with a young man in the night
money, for he knew he would win; but they 88 if her fellow had his arm around her waist^
at last made the bet of I50, the friend to hide which is something no Georgia girl permits—
in the front yard and watch the proceedings never never i
of the convention through the window. 1 ’
quickly replied, “I will jiss as long as he
treats me right, and den after dat I’ll quit
’im.”
—There has just been organized in Texas
an association known as “The Texas Colored
Ferguson came home Tate, and apparently
fighting drunk. Sbe met him at tbe gate,
kissed him, and assisted his tottering steps to I
the house. He sat down bard in the middle
of the floor, and howled out:
—Mr. Miln, the Chicago preacher, who
dropped everything religious, says: “I shall
commence the life of a tragedian next month
and expect to engage my leisure hours in
“Confound your ugly picture, what did ,^0,*,! work . i 8 this a crime?” It is, sir.
you mean by pulling that chair from under _ ..
me j-> You have no right to inflict yourself upon a
“O, I hope you didn’t hurt yourself. It is suffering public,
my awkwardness, but I’U try and not do it
again,” and helped him to his feet, although —Nowhere should good manners be so
she had nothing in the world to do with his j much cherished as at home by husband and
He then rat down on the sofa, and sliding wi,e tor daUy ’ ince33ant n8e ; for they thaw
off on the floor, abused her like a pick-pocket out mutual discontents as to little things,
for lifting up the other end of the sofa, all of adapt the pair more and more to each other,
aftffittirssrssf p.« ->» «>.
plate at ber, but she acted as if she had not of children that are born to them,
noticed it. and asked him if he would take , , . .
tea or coffee. Then the brute Beizsd the ta —‘‘Mamma,” said a little girl who had
ble-cloth and sat down on the floor, pnlling been reading a fish tale, “does a whale eat
the dishes and everything else over with him, i, ke B p jg?» Mamma hesitated a moment
in one grand crash. ,
What did this noble woman do? Do you and then re P 1,ed » 0h ’ 1 SU 1588 80 ‘ “There!”
suppose she grumbled and talked about going exclaimed the child, turning with a triumph,
home to her ma, or that she sat down and ant air to her big brother, “I cold you they
cried like a fool, or that she sulked and pout 0 „
ed? Not a bit of it. With a pleasant slnile, feed whale8 ,n the trou « h of the 8ea -
8h f.f a >; ,: r , .. ., .. . —The annual convention of the American
“Why, George, that’s a new idea, ain’t it? D , , . ... . ..
We have been married ten years, and have Bankers’ Association will be held on the 16th
never yet ate our supper on the floor. Won’t and 17th of August, at Saratoga, New York,
it be fun^just like those picnics we used to Over 800, invitations have been issued, and
fl >or along side of the wretch, arranged the will be the largest and most important of
dishes and fixed him up a nice supper. any since the organization of the Association
Tnis broke George ail up. He owned up ^ 1 §-- i
he was only fooling her, and offered to give
her the *50 to get herself a new hat, but she —Once there was a revivel of ligion in the
took the money and bought him a new suit town whereMr . Gipple kep a glassware store
of clothes and a box of cigars. Heaven will . r ° a
have to be repaired and whitewashed before an d everybody was going wild with good,
it is fit for that kind of a woman. | One day there was a feller tendin store for
_ _ , _ _ 1 Mister Gipple. and a mighty good woman
-It used to be considered a wonderful ghe cum wjth . Bible and ^ young mftn du
thing to engrave the Lord’s Prayer ona keep the commandmente ? Tbe feUer
three-cent piece. At the last meeting of the ffho haled froln 8 acrymento and didn’t know
San Francisco Microscopical Scciety the what them wag> gajd ye8 mam we do bat the
president exh.bited an engraving u f on a gl® 88 I bo88 was a gettin ’em one side yisterday and
™ w. ** b.™
the entire Bible could be produced within the some more and better ones from Frisco in a
space of a square inch. I few days—come in next week, mum.”
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