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LIVING THE GOSPEL.
Beecher Says it Cannot be
Preached or Spoken.
How to Hake the Gospel and the
Church More Powerful
“And when He was oome into the ship,
the man out of whom the demons were de
parted besought Him that he might be with
Him. How be it Jesus suffered him not,
but sent him away, saying unto him: ‘Re
turn to thine own house: go home to your
friends, and show them how great things
the Lord God hath done for thee, and has
had oompassion on thee.” Mark—v., 18,19.
This passage is in strong oontrast with
the contiguous one, where Christ said:
“Follow me, and let the dead bury their
dead,” to the man who wished first to bury
his father. The reason of the changed in
junction was that the nature of the man
healed was so transformed ; the very ra-
dianoy of his joy was such a moral power
that not one of the twelve disciples prob
ably was so muoh of the gospel as this man
was in his new experience, and he sends
him out to make known the Christ, and to
glow before men with trust, with gratitude,
with love. He was a glorious manifestation
of the transforming power of the gospel
upon the human soul, and that was the
power that Christ oame to institute in this
world. It was becanse he was a gospel, and
his very life and experir noe was apreaohingof
the gospel whioh Matthew nor Mark nor any
of the others oould equal for the time being.
The gospel can never be preaohed,nor can it
ever be spoken. It is a thing that can be
lived, but defiies letters. It is a living soul
in a Christlike estate—that is the gospel.
It can be manifested, but it cannot be de
scribed. No philosophy can unfold it, no
symbols oan demonstrate it. It is
LIFE CENTERED ON I.OVE,
inflamed by the conscious presence of the
divine and the eternal. That is the real
power of the gospel, and when men say the
power of the gospel lies in right theology,
it is a lie. Yet a right theology is better
than a wrong one. When men say the pow
er of the gospel is through the applications
and inquiries of the ohuroh, it is a lie. No
combination of eoolesiastioism, just and
right it may be in its place, oan manifest
the gospel. The gospel is living Christ in
living men. That condition is the gospel,
and the manifestation of it to the world
is the only true manifestation. This condi
tion of the soul carries a mysterious power
whioh all nations and ages have associated
with the divine presenoe. A man living
in that high state of purity, rapture, love,
always seems sacred. He is a man apart,
above. He seems to have been one in
formed with the divine presenoe, and that
is always effioaoious on the imaginations of
men, whether brntal and vulgar or not, any
thing that represents the inner presenoe
stops and electrifies them, and a great soul
carrying itself greatly, and suggests more
nearly the sense of the divine than any
other thing.
No power on earth is like the God in man.
Ohristlikeness is the sign of a man’s beoom
iag a Christian. It is to be the aim of all
stirring preaohing, of all revival preaching
and effort. “Do yon want to be saved ?”
cries one; and there is a subordinate value
in that. Of oourse, everybody wants ,to be
saved, and yet the thought of that alone has
very little power, exoept on selfishness.
debating about tools. They are fit to be a
theologioal seminary. (Laughter.)
Yon can’t get unity of doctrinal belief,
and diversity of it don’t do any hurt No
man oan take in all Bides of all questions.
God don’t think it safe to make universal
geniuses.apparently. One man is practical;
another imaginative; It takes ten or twelve
men to make one, and if they will aooept
each other and oome together, the result
will be the white light. You oan’t do it by
philosophy. . Government is necessary, but
most good oitizens are not governed; gov
ernment don’t tonoh them, they are living
above it. So in the ohuroh: 1 oould worship
with great oontent in any Roman Catholic
ohuroh; I could find bread and meat, but
when they say, “You have got to oall us the
Church,” I say, “I won’t.” Wherever two
or three dwell in the spirit of Christ, that is
a ohuroh. Where you present Christ in the
human life you have got a unity that won’t
allow itself to be discounted, it will bring
together as the magnet brings the pieoes of
metal. This is the solvent of the difficulties
we feel in diversity of talent. If you are
low in station
YOU OAN LIVE A CUBIST-LIKE LIFE.
If you are high you oan do no more. When
that shall beoome communal, whenever the
coronal fao .Hits of he soul ar£ in the as
cendency and sympathetic unity, the world
will not linger another 1800 years before its
illumination. The new heaven will oome,
and the new earth.
I make auother application of this truth.
As a rule ohnrohes are more anxious to get
men into the church than to have them emi
nent as Christians after they are once in.
Now, I take it that the way to inorease the
power of the Gospel would be to be a thou
sand times more solicitous for the lives of
those in the ohuroh than for those exterior to
it. And the power of the ohuroh oug t never
to lie on the platform. It should be in the
whole church, and not orthodoxy, but the
radiancy of Christ in the midst of them.
When a man is ohanged, as this poor demo
niac was transformed from passion, vulgar
ity and appetite nto purity, truth and love, it
is the greatestohange possible: it's from low
conditions to conditions whioh God makes
those of power in this world. Not in all the
creations of Phidias, not in all that Raphael
oould do, is there more than a suggestion,
but when a man is translated from the
power of sin into the kingdom of gl ry the
earth ought to shake and every string in
heaven quiver with the outburst of joy.
But when we attempt to promote the king
dom of Christ, we are apt to oruoify Him.
All the v orks of darkness have been shown
in the controversies over faith. We have
been loth to aooept profession of faith un
less harnessed in the favorite theology. I
am thankful that I was not born a Presby
terian, a Methodist or a Baptist. I was born
a baby. (Laughter.) And my mother was
my saint'y teaoher, and her blood brought
salvation and was more real than the sym
bolic blood of theology. She taught me
and left me an example by whioh all Bap
tists, Methodists and Presbyterians are my
brethren in spite of them. And
I LOVE THEM,
and love the Episcopalians and Roman
Catholics just as muoh. They are all miBe,
though I am not theirs. But I don’t know
that the sun feels bad because a man shuts
up his house and won’t let it shine in. In
any church Christ is crucified when the
ohuroh is given over to the demoniao pas
sions, when there is a quarrel between pul
pit and pew. What an argument for men
in their unbelief when they oan laugh and
say : “There is your Christianity.” They
tear Christ’s garments asunder again.
Nothing heretical is so ruinous as to exhibit
the devil’s spirit and call it religion. A
quarrel in the ohuroh is a holiday in hell. But
the temptation is on you. You have human
nature, and may oome to it yet. Geza not,
then, as if you were better than they. _Ev
hold how men are forsaken of the spirit \ i
the gospel—how they are left to desolation
- "it srith iff -v-Wr-tr, fW-rr and take t*eed. So help me God that l may
fail upon the sea, in whioh this ohuroh is
riding, and beat upon this pulpit, be sure I
shall not be in it. I will not quarrel with
my own ohuroh. Let love be your shield,
helmet, sword and spear. If you enter into
strife let it be as to who shall in honor give
up to the other, lay down his life for the
ot er. May God still give ns peace until
one by one you and I shall enter that land of
peace that brings the troubles of sin no more
forever.
A man would be an idiot n be did not.
What is that but an appeal to fear? This
ranks very low morally, though H very in
dispensable. Itisoarnal,
IT IS OF THE FLESH.
But “do you desire to be Christlike?”
There you have the gospel. And only in
that utterance do you find the gospel appeal.
The aim of the Christian ministry is to save
men. Save them from what? It is inter
preted in Scripture, where it is said that
He shall save His people from their sins.
Deliverance from the animal life, from vul
gar, passional life, from all that belongs
to mere carnal sooiety, and an exaltation
into that high Christian presenoe that indi
cates ChristlinesB. It is the safety a man
should seek. The appeals constantly made
in revival utterances may have propriety in
this; that they are to men so animal and
low that they are not yet susceptible to in
telligent appeal, to reason or higher moral
consciousness. And it may be that the first
appeal must be to the basilar man, and so
terrors of hell may be preaohed. I should
not preach them; never oould, never did,
nor never shall.
Still I do not sit in judgment on those
that do. They that are called to this work
and have cordial belief in it, I am not their
master nor oritio. But I say that just in
propyrtion that a minister feels that the
means of graoe in his hand is a flaming
sword, just in that proportion he has de
scended from the ideal Christ to meet what
he supposes to be the necessity of the yet
undeveloped human nature. But the char
acteristic working element of the gospel is
not simply an appeal to imagination of fear,
but it is the living of Christ like man; the
man himself must be the interpretation of
the dootrine he teaches. It is an awful
thing to be a minister. We should be win
dows to let the light through, but are too
often covered with the oobwebs of worldli-
ness, so not half the sun of the gospel gets
through.
The men living the gospel are its true
teachers. There will be degrees of power,
but the central element of preaohing is love.
I don’t say scholastic and unimaginative
men may not be of use. If a man be as dry
as a post and carry a guide board, if he is
pointing to right things, if he don’t go him
self, he is of some advantage. But where
he attempts to lord it over men of enthusi
asm they oritioise themselves, I don’t criti
cise them. The man whose pulpit is an ex
emplification of the thirteentn chapter of
the first Corinthians, where all knowledge,
Bee all, faith, everything, is nothing unless
centered in love, this man is the only repre
sentation of Christ. He is not perfectly
represented at all. If you ask me why for
1800 years four parts out of five of the globe
are out of the knowledge of God, and why
Christianity is yet a matter of debate, it is
because men have shifted the emphasis of
t e gospel and put for the gospel things
that are not the gospel, and have never un
derstood what was
THE BEAI. GOSPEL FORGE.
They have always. They have put doctrine
first. Now a man might believe in all the
doctrines of the Bible, and yet not be a man
ifestation of the gospel. I don t find fault
with dootrine, but with its substitution for
the genius of the gospel, the power of godly
life. The power is in life, not belief. I go
further and say that incidentally we have
been seeking unity among men in a wrong
way. The more we sought unity of belief
the more we slipped up. You oan’t get two
men together to agree on any question of
intellectual interpretation. We have just
found that many folks can’t see red. A
great many folks in theology oan’t see any
thing else. (Laughter.) Bed hell fire is
their great theme. Well, as a danger signal
red is very good in its way, but you oan nev
er unitize the human race. Some of the best
men in it are as wide apart from one anoth
er as the poles. They are fit to preach the
gospel if they would not preach dogma, but
Christ; that is the goepel, and if done by one
or another it don’t make any difference to
me who. Give me full yield of wheat, and
that is what I oall husbandry, no matter
what the ploughing is. Men are sitting
around the tool chest quarreling about saws,
axes, chisels, different kinds of tools. They
are not building, not doing anything but
REV ZACHARY EDDY, D D.
The Gate City Called to Welcome An*
other Talented Preacher Who
Comes Here to Live*
While Atlanta Is fast winning the distinction
of “City of Churches,’’ it is emphatically true
that few cities of the North and West can boast
of more preachers of real merit and talent.
The enterprising and progressive spirit that
characterized the growth of our city has attrac
ted not only the able men of the South, but no
less men of genius and sterling worth from other
sections of the country; and certainly nothing
can more forcibly illustrate the culture of our
people, the character and prominence of our
institutions, than the fact that we command
men of marked ability and literary attainments.
The ltev. Zachary Eddy, 1). 1). who has recent
ly assumed the pastorate of Piedmont church
of Christ (Congregational) is a man who has won
distinction both as a pulpit orator and writer.
He lias long been regarded as one of the lead
ing divines in the church to which lie belongs
and which he lias so ably served for upwards
of forty years, a man of keen insight, a rare
scholar and a wise counsellor.
His Pastorate in Boston, Brooklyn and De
troit. Mich., was crowned witli blessings and
resulted in the building upof some of the strong
est churches belonging to that body ot believ
ers.
Many of his more noted sermons have been
widely published botli in this country and Eng
land. We are glad to welcome him and his
worthy family to our city and to congratulate
the church lie comes to serve. We understand
that they are about to purchase a lot and erect
a church building. We wish them Godspeed.
Taking Toll of the Widow.
HV CIEL.
East winter I was traveling in the state of
Maine, and as the sleighing was excellent the
young folks of the village got up a grand party
to visit another neighboring village, and the in
teresting widow .Simpkins sat on the seat and
under the same buffalo robe with myself. She
was gay as a lark, and all of a sudden she
exclaimed oh, oh, don’t—we were just crossing
a bridge. 1 was alarmed. "Don’t what?” I
asked, “I am not doing anything.”
“Well but 1 thought you were going to take
toll,” replied Mrs. Simpkins.
“Toll?” 1 replied. “What is that?”
“Now do tell,” exclaimed the widow, her clear
ringing laugh echoing among hills. “Oh fie, you
ain’t so green.”
“Indeed I don’t,” said I, laughing in turn.
“Why don’t you know that the gentlemen,
when they go sleighing, claim a kiss as toll
when they cross a bridge?”
“Well, I never.”
But shall l tell all? The struggles of the wid
ow to hold the veil were not sufficient to tear it
and somehow when the veil was removed her
face was turned directly towards my own, and
the snow glittering in the moon light, and the
trotting on of himself, the toll was taken for the
first time in my life. Soon we came to a long
bridge, but the widow said It was no use to resist
and she paid up as we reached it.
“But you won’t take toll for every span, will
you Clel?” , .. ,
To which the only reply was a practical nega-
tlve to the question.
And now when traveling round among the
snow-clad hills of the New England states I
am ready to take toll.
An English electrical Journal has discovered
the following popular fallacies concerning light
ning, viz: That chewing the splinters from a
tree struck by lightning will cure the toothache;
that such splinters will not burn; that the bodies
of those killed by lightning shock do not become
corrupt, and that no one is killed by lightning
while asleep. I
FLORIDA THIRTY YEARS AGO
A Trip on the Welaka to Jacksonville
—Incidents of the Voyage and
Comments Upon Them.
After the digression on the latter part of m£
former article, on tlie above named subject, 1
must go back to tlie cozy little Welaka, which I
left aground at the mouth of Iekyl creek. The
tide did rise again, as it lias ever since, and will,
until time shall be no more. By virtue of its
floating and motive power, we readied St. Mary’s
at about 3 O’clock p. m., when we should have
been there at about meridian. There was not
then daylight enough to put us across the St.
Johns Bar before dark, and it was perilous to
cross that liar in the night. The sky was clear,
the air calm and the sea smooth. The captain
was sure his little craft could make the run of
thirty miles from bar to bar. in time to cross lie-
fore the shades of night. The run was a delight
ful one. To the l ight of us was the coast. Mon.
strous it is true, but yet pleasant, for it kept us
assured that although we were on the broad
ocean, we were always in sigh! of tlie blessed
and beautiful land. To the left a vast expanse
of water to the shore on the other side, a distance
we did not conceive of, or try to. Our passen
gers had then been reduced to those bound for
Jacksonville, or further up tlie St. Johns. With
few exceptions they were northerners—mostly in
search of health, but a few hi search of pleasure,
ltisiiop Vcrot, one or two Kmnan Catholic priests
and myself were tlie exceptions. As we were
fewer we became more in social contact. For a
long time I had been a sufferer from chronic
hills and fever, which caused tlie poor consump
tives to regard me as one of t lem, and to ask me
what northern state 1 was from. When I said
not further north than Georgia, the reply was,
they did not expect to meet a passenger with
lung disease from Georgia. I had to explain,
that my delieate appearance was owing to mala
rial chills and fever. There was a disappoint-
nient, and 1 suppose upon the principle “that
misery loves company.” Soon the sun was sink
ing below tlie horison, and we were more or less
anxious as to the captain's calculation to cross
the St. Johns Bar before, night. None of us ap
preciated the shortness of the time in that lati
tude from sunset until dark, and directly night
was tqx>ii us. By the time this was fully realized,
I saw a dim light in the distance amf darkness
that looked like it might have been a hundred
miles away, if visible at that distance. Around
and below us was the inky blackness
<>i iiigni upon me dam sea. There seemed no
land on eithes side, so wide was tlie entrance to
tlie St. Johns. The little Weiaka's keel was all
there was between us, and a struggle for life
with the wide sea in tlie blackness of a very
dark night. And yet 1 felt very little fear I
put my trust in the captain, even though he
had missed his calculation, I was sure he would
not run tlie risk unless he knew in case night
did overtake us, he could safely go over the bar,
while in this mood, and witli this confidence,
suddenly the littie boat received a blow that
made her quiver in all her timbers. Thanks to
my lack of knowldedge of tlie sea, I yet felt no
danger, but had a desire to know what that
was. From the aft part of the boat I made my
way in the darkness to the forward, for there
was no light on the deck, and on going a few
steps! I was again shocked with another stag
gering blow to the boat. Proceeding, I came to
where the captain was standing not merely
steady but sturdy, in the boat. My confidence
yet remaining, 1 ventured to ask him what all
that meant, hut he kept his position, and an
swered me—not a word. I had previously no
ticed that the captain considered it his duty to
sail the boat, and not to talk to the passen-
f ers. Yet on an important occasion like this,
thought he would feet his obligation to dis
seminate useful information, lint be did not.
Just then, we had a third shock, and almost
immediately tlie captain changed his position
and demeanor. 1 did not know till the danger
was passed, that we were upon tlie breakers,
the next thing in orded after being stricken by
one of those waves, was for the boat to strike
tlie the bottom, go to pieces, and the,passengers
mil Tiuo air fr*. - „uft 3,ncc axvr.*ij.5
highly of tlie pluck and seamanship ot I
Captain King, Is the charming little boat yet
preserved and is Captoin King vet living, and
willing to take her of a dark night full of pas
sengers over the St. Johns bar?
About eight or nine o’cloek we arrived at
Jacksonville, and I domiciled myself at wiiat
was then the largest hotel in the city. I say-
city, but Jacksonville then had a population of
about three thousand only. Tlie hotel was an
old fashioned wooden one, such us at the same
time we had in our Georgia villages. Tlie side
wain s were of plank, and tlie sand in the streets
was general and deep. Tlie next day was yet
sunny, mild and beautiful. About to o’cloek in
the morning, the sick of the hotel, who could,
come out and sun themsevles. and breathe the
fresh air. There were all kinds of tlie poor
consumptive—from him in its first stages down
to those who could last but a short time. There
had liecn a death In the hotel duriug the night,
and two more invalids past rising, or recovery.
I looked around, and concluded that this was no
place for one to recover from chills and lever,
and resolved to return on tlie first boat. Tilings
are far different there now. There are many
splendid hotels patronized mainly by persons
of health and wealth, and Jacksonville lias
grown to lie a city sure oimugh—
with her 15,000 to 20,000 inhabitants.
The land lord of the Hotel had a name familiar
tome.it was Buffington. He was a son of the
Buffington, who kept allot el for so many years
at the Capitol of Georgia. He and his house
were famous all over Georgia. It was there,
that Cone, of Bullock, and Cone, of Camden,
were entertained, while so long members of
the Legislature. There reposed Swain, of
Emanuel—called Governor Swain—Governor,
because Emanuel was such a large county,
witli a population willing to he governed by
Swain. A large per cent of them was his kin,
and it is said there were enough to keep tlie
Governor in tlie Legislature. Many are the
jokes about Swain and Buffington, which come
down to tlie present time. Both are long since
dead, and it may he doubted if there is one of
Biitlliigton’s old patrons now living. All
named were useful and popular men of tlie
oldeu time.
] was inoi’e than compensated by my trip to
Florida, in having met there—a guest at the
same house, William L. Marey, of New York.
He was there with a son—a youth of 20 sum
mers. He had incijdd consumption, and died of
tlie disease within two years. Tlie young man
came into His father's room, look ing tlie picture
of health. He had been hunting ducks, ids feet
were wet, and he changed his slices and socks.
I thought it strange to thus voluntarily wet his
feet, and lie threatened with consumption.
From tills, and liis appearance, 1 doubted his
disease, but it took but a little time to tell tlie
same sad. sad old story of death for tlie “young
and strong.”
Governor Marey’s career—particularly as
Governor of the great State of New York, and
Secretary of War in President Polk’s cabinet
during the Mexican war, made him a very in
teresting character. The fact, then well known
that lie had been selected by tlie President-
Elect (Pierce), as liis Secretary of State, and
thus to aid liim in the selection of cabinet offi
cers. made him yet more interesting. I was
surprised to find him so plain a man. His
clothes were| of substantial, but inexpensive
texture. Notliing lie wore seemed of tlie pre
vailing fashion, hut just selected because they
suited a plain sailing, unpretending old gentle
man. Not knowing him, I should have taken
hint for some wealthy Georgia or Florida plan
ter, of the Interior. In size and appearance he
reminded me of General Bailey, of Jefferson
county, Florida. There is an old joke of Gov
ernor Marey, being on business for the State,
had his breeches patched, and charged the
amount, (half dollar), to tlie State in liis bill of
expenses. He looked to me iust like a man of
economy enough to have liis breeches patched,
of such strict business habits to charge it, and
then integrity enough to report the true amount.
I could not realize that that large, bony,
brawny man before me, was the distinguished
governor of New York, Secretary of War in the
past, and to be a Secretary of State
in the very near future. No cabinet
officer In the history of tlie govern
ment, since early years was so distinguished
in bis high office.” His correspondence with
Gen. Scott, and his Hulsenian state paper, are
documents that will live in history. To myself
personally, I esteem it fortunate that 1 saw and
conversed with this great American, and that
experience in such cases was reversed, for 1
found him greater than I Imagined—greater, that
one of his greatness could be so plain and natur
al, just like hundreds of other good and pt»m
meu, without intellectual endowment or achieve
ment. Among bis first questions were, who were
the passengers from tlie North. 1 named such
as I could remember. When I named Mr. Lar-
ned from Detroit, be manifested much pleasure,
and said promptly, he is my kinsman. The L.
in my naroels Lamed. This Mr. L. is a lawyer
of fine ability, but be had a near kinsman, the
Rev. Sylvanus Lamed, a very gifted divine, who
died at an early age, while pastor of a church In
New Orleans.
As l said l would, I took the first boat bade.
When fairly on the route 1 heard fiddling and
dancing on the lower forward deck. I went be
low to hear the music. To my horror I found on
the same deck two boxes of such size and shape
nsm-donee suggest their contents. They con
tained the dead bodies of two, who went to Flo
rida for their health, and there found their death.
Leaving home aiive and full of hope, they were
returning dead. The land of health and flowers
brought no balm to them. The grim monster
warn there, as everywhere. The contrast between
tlie dead and tlie hilarity of the steerage passen
gers was sad to the uttermost. It is useless to
comment. Such is life, and a pity it is, that its
exigencies are such that often proper respect
cannot be required for tlie dead.
We again touched at St. Marys on our return.
I early entertained a great regard for that old
town Hi my youth I was pleased to hear of
Captain Rudolph and His revenue cutter, of Cai>-
tain Harley and his revenue cutter, of the old
lawyer patriarch. Archibald Clark, aud of Dr.
Curtis. It was tlie sceneof a deep tragedy when
1 was a boy—a tragedy that made a commotion
from Savannah to I’alntko. It was tlie homicide
of Thomas Hardee, a gentleman of middle age,
leaving a wife and many children. He was a
brother of General and Noble A. Hardee. A
short, time after his death, 1 saw in Savannah
two of liis daughters, then young ladies, dressed
in the deepest mourning. Tlie sight ot liieni,
knowing how they had been bereft of their good
f-itlior. made a permanent impression upon my
youthful heart.
At Brunswick there were many barrels of oys-
ters on the wharf. They had accumulated
because unsaleable. Early in December 1*52. it
was discovered that the oysters, both of the lower
Atlantic and the gulf, were diseased. Eating
them made numbers siek and proved fatal to
many. There were so many cases, tlie disease
was called tlie oyster elioieia. It resend,led the
Asiatic cholera. It was supposed to have been
o-vjtjd b-v the unusual amount of fresh water
suddenly emptied into the sea by a tremendous
iresliet in the Georgia rivers. For an instance,
the Ogt bee was so high as to submerge the
Central railroad, at different points, for thirty
miles above Milieu. Several severe and a few
very sad cases oceurred at Newton Baker
county A steamboat from Apalachicola touched
there witli oysters. Tlie superior court was in
session Judge Win. Taylor, of Cutlibert, the
presiding judge, and liis wife’s cousin. Col. Lib
[leton Brooking, a wealthy planter, partook of
them, went to the latter's plantation that night
and the next day both of these illustrious citi-
zens were dead. Shocking was tlie catastrophe,
and loud were the lamentations.
And here tlie facts and comments of my trip to
Florida thirty-two years ago must end. It will
lie perceived I have used it mostly as a thread
upon which to string beads of incidents. I Iio|ms
the reader may find a pearl or two in the collec
tion. Kh H im, H. Cl.auK.
billTarp
Gandy pullings are a nuisance, bnt I sup
pose we have to have them. 1 have now ar
rived at that age and frame of mind that I
submit to anything—anything to please the
children. And so when they got their moth
er’s consent the matter was all arranged and
the company invited without consulting me.
There was a spare room in the house and as
I had some writing to do I adjourned myself
there to have a qniet time. While I was ru
minating before the fire and smoking the
pipe of peace and tranquilty the yonng folks
began to gather and before I knew it the
yonng ladies were ushered into my room as
a reception room, and I was kindly inform
ed that I would have to vacate. With a sigh
of resignation I retired and poked around
generally. I wish I had a room—a room of
my own—and Mrs. Arp says she wishes she
had a room—a room of her own. Bat she
oan’t have one. She never will have one,
for ohildren i and grand children .would
be lost and I wonld be lost. She
oan’t slip off to Nabor Freeman’s but
what a dozen want to know where she is
and when is she ooming back. The dog and
oat follow her—no she will never hare a
room to herself. v
, Vv.,ha*n Pfnnls hitVA -naen Ik MM
Bat I found good oompany at tne oandy '
polling am«had a good time anyhow, for I
do love these naborly visits. I love to see
the yonng folks happy and I love to discourse
politics and crops ml nabo,hiod news
with the older ones. Hut this oandy busi
ness is not all serene, onfe of the girls burned
her hand dreadfully and is still carrying it
in a bandage. And then it is so messy, as
Mrs. Arp says. The ohildren get candy all
over the floor and the tables and bureau.
It stioks to my stookings yet when I get
ready to go to bed. It melts and smokes on
the hearth. The dishes are all danbed and
hard to clean np again. The door knobs
and dipper handles are stieky and they keep
sticky as long as the-candy lasts. But every
pleasure has its drawback. After every din
ner the dishes are to be washed. After every
repose the bed has to be made np. We ride
and drive and then the horse has to be pat
np and fed. We danoe to sweet music and
(lave to pay the fiddler. We go on a picnic
or an excursion and oome home tired and
weery. Every pleasure seems to be followed
by pain or by tronbie, just as night follows
the day. Bat still it is right, for it is nature.
We live in contrasts and enjoy them. Sap-
pose we do hant all day and find no game.
Hope is a good thing, and it was one of the
questions we used to debate when 1 was a
boy, “whether the pnrsait or the possession
gave the most pleasure.” I took the affirm
ative one time when I was pursuing my
sweetheart with love and hope devotion,
aad I argued my side with earnest eloquenoe.
But when 1 lost her and another fellow got
possession 1 flopped over to the other side.
In a year or so 1 recovered and pursued
Mrs. Arp with fear and trembling, and when
I possessed her 1 was happy. The pursuit is
a lively, interesting and uncertain business
wnere a sweet yonng maiden is concerned,
bat the po-session is solid and sure and
never gives out.
We had a frolio at onr country academy
last week. The night yon were jubilating in
Atlanta we were quietly enjoying ourselves
near onr homes with onr wives and onr
children. The ladies, God bless them, in
vited ns to a sapper in the academy, a splen
did supper, a feast of good things with no
headache in them. My folks killed a tnrkey
and baked some cake and the nabors did
likewise, and they got oysters somewhere
and long tables were spread and groaned
with good things and we thought it was all
a free show until we got there and found a
doorkeeper and had to pay to go in. Then
they finished np with bills of fare, and to
everything there was a price, but we oonld-
ent back out, for tbe sight and the savory
smell provoked an appetite. After I had
made them a little speech, whioh I had pre
pared for the occasion, one kind lady man
ager oondooted me to a seat and said 1 was
her guest and the ehoioest viands should cost
me nothing; with this assurance I partook
amazingly and feasted to my entire content,
and about that time another kind lady pre
sented me my bill and oalled for a dollar—
a whole dollar, and said I had oysters twice
and tnrkey twioe. 1 paid it with eheerfnl
alaority bnt somehow 1 don’t appreciate so
many managers on suoh occasions. Never
theless 1 had the honor of being one fair
lady’s gneet even though I was another’s
victim. Then I paid for Mrs. Arp and the
ohildren and thought I was done, but they
had a fish pond in one oorner, behind a cur
tail), and tbe ohildren wanted to drop a line
just to see what they would oatoh—well that
cost some dimes and next oame a raffle for a
fine, large cake, and they all wanted a
onanke and Mrs. Arp took a notion she oould
throw 18 with three diee, and shore enough
she threw four and retired with matronly
dignity and said she didn’t want the cake
nohow. Well, the show went on and on
untell they got all onr change and had
enough money to plaster the aehool house.
There was good mnsio there and the trustees
were oonsolted by the yonng folks about a
dance, just a little dance to wind np on, bnt
they said “no” and they said it like they
meant it, and I reckon they did, and tbe
yonng folks surrendered and said, w*lL if
we oan’t danoe, we oan have a little twistifl-
eatiou. Before anybody knew what that
meant the floor waa cleared aad the mnsio
began and the twiatificetion, too, and they
twisted all aroond and shoot, aad nrnssul
partners, nod promenptlo all and parly voo
Francais, ard I don’t know what all, find
the solemn trustees looked on with enjoy-
ment, and were satisfied becanse it was only
a twiatification. Well, it was a goodly frolic
and no feelings hurt, and we all went home
happy, but awful scarce of change. Gov
ernor Brown has got some preferred stock
in our school house. We prefered his money
to anybody’s, for he had more of it. If we
had had him there, 'with his swallow-tail
coat on, we would have prefered some more.
When he gives ns two hundred dollars
more we’ll name it the Brown insti
tute, bnt not till then. The name is for
sale, but we are not going to do like those
Dalton folks and name onr school for him
b ifore we get the money. They have never
not any yet. Governor Brown don’t pay for
honors when he can get them for nothing.
Old father D< bbins is onr rioh man up here,
and we are going to-try him for an endow
ment and call it the Dobbins old-tield
school. He likes old-field schools, bnt he
h is no use for colleges or seminaries or uni
versities. He says he has watched them for
forty y» ars, and every year they turn out a
splendid crop of elegant, high-strung vaga
bonds, with but few exceptions. But ednca-
t'on is the American watchword now, and
we will have to reform. If the nation gets
an overdose I reckon we will find it ont
unsnsr or later.
DeOIYE’8 OPERA HOI) SR.
THE EMOTIONAL QUEEN.
Very Interesting Chat With Clara
Morris.
As Clara Morris w ill appear in Atlanta next
week, December 17 and is, our readers will enjoy
the following interview with America's greatest
emotional actress, taken from tlie St. Louis
Post-Dispatch:
“Excuse me, please; I am so hurried and worn
out with travel that I will reeline while 1 chat
with you and try to get myself in presentable
shape.” A comfortable sofa had been wheeled
before the blazing fire in Miss Clara Morris’
apartment at tlie Southern to-day, and she ad
justed herself easily in it, with her arm resting
on a soft pillow, as she s|K)ke to a I’ost-JHspatch
reporter who had called to see her. Few people
would call Miss Morris pretty; site is more than
that. There is soul-quickness of perception and
a tine quality of intellectuality in every line of her
mobile face that surpasses mere beauty of fea
ture. She was attired in a soft, rich dressing
robe that was very becoming, aud she was look
ing remarkably well, although in resjioiise to a
question concerning her health, she replied:
“Well, did you say? Yes, for me, yes, but not
perfectly well. 1 never expect to be that in this
world. Perhaps when I get to a better, with a
good many other people, I may enjoy perfect
health for tlie first time. You asked me about
my season,” continued tlie queen of emotion,
vivaciously, “Now, I don’t think I am so erratic
personally, but professionally 1 am. I have no
season. I start out to play and 1 may keep it
up a long time, and then I may stop very soon.
Sometimes, unfortunately, I am compelled to
stop, as you know. I spend a large part of my
time, all of it iu fact when I am not at work, in
the country. It is quiet there, aud I believe it
helps me.”
“How have you been pleased so far in this
year’s work?”
“Ever so much. I have met with great kind
ness, and have not been cut except in New York,
where they always stall me some. I don’t mind
it much, only it hurts mv feelings. So far 1 have
only been in new York, Baltimore and in In
dianapolis. For the rest of tlie season up to
March 1 don't know where I am going except
here and New Orleans. After that all is in the
hands of Providence and my manager, though
I do bear from some of my associates that we
are going to the most unheard of places.”
“Have you added much to your repertoire
since you were here last?”
“Let me see—when was I here last? It is so
long ago that I have forgotten, but I don’t think
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The old ballad of “The* Babes in the Wood”
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nephews by Richard III.
Consumption Cured.
An old physician, retired from praotioe,
having had plaoed in hia hands by an East
India missionary the formula of a eimple
vegetable remedy for the speedy and per-
long ago that I have forgotten, but I don’t think vegentoio re.ur.uy .u.
over, and hands all aroond/and ohanged ££££
my rendition as I learn new things.”
“Are your emotional parts really as hard upon
you as report says?”
“No one can tell how much I have suffered.
A friend of mine remarked once that 1 carried
my nerves on my sleeve, so that euerytliing
touched. Well, one can not treat nerves as if
they were a garment and hang them up until
you need them again. I can not do it. Tiiere
are two terrors hanging over me. One is that
I shall over-elaborate my characters, as I have
seen some fine actresses do after they become
accustomed to their parts, and the other is tlie
fear that 1 shall become eutjrely mechanical in
my work. I’ll tell you, wheii I have played a
part over and over again 1 can think about any
thing and never miss a word on the stage. It
is purely mechanical. My successes, such as I
have, have been gained by attention to little
things. I study details, and whenever anything
suggests itself I put it in, though most people
would think it amounted to nothing.
I WILL TELL .YOU A FAUT.
•No one can affect other people, exeept by
feeling themselves. You must feel, or all tlie
pretty and pathetic language in tlie world won’t
msike other people feel. One must cry them
selves, and tears alone won’t do it. There must,
as it has been prettily said, be tears in one’s
voice -to bring one’s hearers to tears. Now I
never go on the stage, Hut what about 4 o'clock
in tlie afternoon I begin to suffer. My hands
get cold as ice, my face gets hot and I am in a
nervous tremor, all because 1 am afraid I won’t
cry in the play. I spend an hour or two with
iny company, making just as much fun as 1 pos
sibly can, so as to get all tlie laugh out of me.
Then 1 shut myself up and get up
AN ARTIFICIAL AGONY.
To do this 1 think of some sad incident or read
a sad story. Why, Bret Harte’s book supplied
me with emotion for two years. 1 get the story
fixed in my mind and look at the most pathetic
incident iu it until my feelings are thoroughly
aroused, and then I will cry tlie bo-hoos, and
the whole tiling is done. 1 only have to look
out for the other danger, and keep from being
overcome myself, which is as bad as the other.
All tlie tremolo and false sobs in the world will
never take the place of real emotion. There
must be real tears in eyes and voice. Of course
after such an effort 1 can not throw the whole
effect off, and my poor nerves suffer. And then
it is so hard on my eyes. They are somethues
so inflamed that 1 can scarcely use them.
The Eclectic for December.
The Eclectic for December comprises a varied
and striking table of contents. Among tlie prin
cipal articles will be found tlie following:
“Charles Reade,” by Algernon Charles Swin
burne; “Americans Fainted by Themselves,”
by Lady Verner; “Democracy,” by Janies Rus
sell I/Owell; “Ulrich von Liechtenstein,” “The
Future of the Soudan,” by Capt. De Cosson;
“De Mortuis,” a poem, “Newspapers and Eng
lish,” “Goethe,” by Prof. J. R. Seeley; “Car
lyle’s Life in London,” by Froude; “Balzac’s
Dreams,” “Queer Flowers,” “Steam, the Ty
rant,” “Coleridge’s Intellectual Influence,” “On
the Reading of Books,” “Italian Summers,”
“Progress and Wages,” “The Population of Eu
rope in A. D. 2000,” aud “Mr. Gladstone.”
The Literary Notes, Foreign Literary Notes
and Miscellay are usually full, and comprise
items of great interest to the general reader.
Tlie number, as a whole, is very interesting,
and closes one of the liest volumes of the series
of this old aud sterling monthly. Tlie next num
ber begins a new volume, and will contain a
beautiful steel engraving, for which the Eclectic
is celebrated. ..
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Couldn’t Palm off any Half Drunken
Man on Her
] Detroit Free Press.]
The other night two men, who supborted a
third between them, shuffled up the front steps
on Howard street and rang the bell. Although
the hour was late it was not a minute before the
door was opened by a woman who asked what
was wanted. . . . .
“We have brought your husband home, and
he’s—he’s a littie tired,” replied one of the
men,
“Yesh. sho tired,” sighed the wobble-legged
man m the middle,
“Gentlemen,” calmly announced the woman,
“you have made a mistake. My husband ar
rived half an hour ago, but so drank that he
was brought in a .wagon. You can’t palm no
such half drank aa this on me.”
She shut tbe door on their toes, and tbe party
shuffled down the steps to trv another door.
To see the hand of God in the present, and to
trust the future in the hand of God, is the secret
Catarrh, Asthma and all tnroat _
Affections, also a positive and radical card
for Nervons Debility and all Nervona Com
plaints, after having tested its wonderful
onrative powers in thousands of oases, has
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a desire to relieve human goffering, I will
send free of oharge to all who desire it, this
reoipe, in German, French, or English,with
fall directions for preparing and using.
Sent by mail by addressing with stamp, na
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Block, Rochester, N. Y.
Homoeopathy was first brought to the worid’3
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A Few Words from Captain K.
W. Bonner, n Well-kaewa
Citizen ot Bacon.
In August, 1881, nearly three years ago, my
son, who was at that time living at Clinton,
Ga., came over to see me with the sad intel
ligence that his w lfe was in the last stages of
consumption and that her physician had pro
nounced her case hopeless. I went immedi
ately over, and I felt that nothing could be
done. She was coughing and spitting inoes-
santly. and at times would discharge from
ber lungs a large quantity of pus or matter—
could not Bleep or retain anything on her
Btomach. and was, in fact, in the last stance
of tbe disease. This was about the time you
began to advertise Brewer’s Lung Restorer*
and, as my son expresseda desire to give it
to biH wife, two or three bottles were pro
cured and with scarcely a vestige of hope we
commenced giving it to her in small doses,
gradually increasing the quantity until the
prescribed dose was reached. She began to
improve alter a few doses, and continued to
do so dally until she was Anally restored to
life and health, sad is to-day perhaps in bet
ter health than ever before. She is subject to
colds, but a few swallows of Brewer’s Lung
Kestor (which she is never without) relieves
her immediately. 1 consider ber restoration
to perfect health a miracle, for which she is
indebted to Brewer’s Lung Restorer. My eon
is almost a monomaniac on the subject of
Brewer's Lung Restorer and never lets an
opportunity pass where be thinks snch a
medicine would be required, that be does not
speak of It In most glowing terms. Not long
since a Northern gentleman on hie way to
Florida heard of this cure and was induced by
my son to give it to his invalid wife, and she
was cured as if by magic.”
Mr. Charles Eden, or Trinidad, Colorado,
says: Seeing certificates of the wonderful
cures made by Brewer's Lung Restorer, I was
induced to try it on my little son, who was
troubled with lnng or throat affection, pro
nounced bv one physician consumption. It
acted wonderfully on him, and by the urns
he had taken one bottle oi It the coogh dis
appeared. 1 am now on a vis-t to my parents
in Georgia, bnt will return In a few days to
my home and will certainly take some ot tbe
Lung Restorer with me.
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