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The Union Sentiment North and South.
The New York Star says the general feel
ing that accompanies the ceremonies of
Deooration Day in the North iB one of pa
triotic satisfaction over the success of the
Union arms, tempered by tender regret for
the fate of those whose brave death the day
commemorates. As we reoede farther and
farther from the bloody scenes and bitter
passions of the great confliot, just judgment
takes the place of passion, anu the whole
people come to share the spirit that animat
ed the noble address of Lincoln at Gettys
burg. Love for the patriotic dead is no long
er marred by expressions of hatred for a de
feated foe, and tboaghtfni patriots rejoioe
in the constantly growing evidecoe that the
subsidence of bitternese on both sides makes
the Union for which the war was fought one
of oommon hope and sincere loyalty rather
than one of foroe and sullen submission.
Saxon Anderson and the Marietta Pa
per Mills
We And In The Western Paper Trade publish
ed In Chicago, an excellent likeness o( our per
sonal friend and the distinguished paper manu
facturer, Bax Anderson, of Marietta, Ga., and a
good cut of his paper mill. He is now sole pro*
prietor of this extensive manufactory, and his
present comfortable condition and large estates
are the results of his own personal and indomi
table energies. He is one of the cleverest among
men and at the same time a thorough going
business man and deserves the success which
has attended bis unremitting labors.
His mill is near the thriving and handsome
town of Marietta on Soap creek, and is supplied
with new and excellent machinery throughout.
From two to three thousand pounds of paper
are turned out every day. and the Sunny South
has used tens ol thousands of it.
Col. Anderson’s right bower is Jeff Land, a
bale, ruddy faced and big hearted fellow who
runs the mill, and what he does not know about
paper making is not r.orth much.
The Bunny South wishes continued success
and long life to both of these excellent and wor
thy gentlemen.
Preparing for the Anarchists-
The San Franoisoo Argonaut says it iB an
open secret that the oity police are being
drilled in Upton’s infantry tactics at Me
chanics’ Hall, and that they are being tanghl
the nse of the Winchester rifle. The foroe
comprises some old soldiers who have made
a special stndy of street fighting; they have
tnrned their experience to so good aooount
that, in oase of tronble, Captain Crowley’s
battalion would probably do some neat
work. A foroe of four hundred well-drilled
men armed with Winchesters, with a Gat
ling gnn or two, wonld perhaps be able to
preserve the peaoe without calling on the
militia regiments. It is not likely that it
will be pntto the teat. On former occasions,
when mobs threatened violence, a moderate
demonstration convinced them that pru
dence was the better part of valor. But still
it is well to be prepared for aooidents. In
Cincinnati, the yoong men of oharaoter are
enrolled in companies, under mnnioipal au
thority, and are quite prepared to prevent a
recurrence of the riots of 1884. Chicago is
increasing her polioe force. The ranks of
the militia regiments in New York are be-
ing filled np with men who oan be depended
on. It is beat that San Francisco should
take similar precautions. The sooner the
“dangerona classes” are taught that liberty
in this oountry means liberty within the law,
and not liberty to break the law, the better
for all parties. There are worse things than
a little blood-letting—especially when the
body politio becomes plethorio.
Abusive Preaching.
It is a sad fact, but noue the leas a fact
because sad, that we enjoy bearing harsh
things said about our fellow mortals. The
speaker who oan very pointedly hold up to
ridicule the weaknesses and foibles of hu
man nature may be very sure of an audi
ence. If he oan with words of rare moisive-
ness lay bare the little meannesses and the
petty dishonesties that lurk in the breasts
of most men and women, hearers will flock
to give him attention and praise. This is
an appetite that may be fed at a Blight tax
of intellectual wealth. About the most of
our poor erring race one may speak severe
ly and yet trathfully. The preaoher who
makes it his business to hold up to view the
short-oomings of bis hearers, has an ex
it ustlees theme. That he may in this way
‘‘draw houses,” there oan be no doubt; that
he oan, by this style of preaohing, accomp
lish any good is more of a question. He will
oertainly please,—for people not only like to
bear their neighbors berated, but realize a
oertain sort of pleasure from being abased
themselves. Topsy was not exceptional in
rather priding herself upon beiDg exceed
ingly wicked. But telling people of their
sins is not preaohing the gospel. Though
one portray in language of the most glow
ing elcquenoe the deep stains of guilt and
depravity, he is not discharging the com
mission to make known to the children of
men the story of redeeming love. When we
hear a preaoher unfolding to his bearer their
seoret characters, and holding up to the view
of others the hidden vices of each, we oan
not help fearing that he is not constrained
by the love of souls. He is, we suspect, led
on by a desire for the reputation of putting
things cuttingly. He who earnestly desires
to win souls to love and truth aud goodness
will crave no snoh reputation. If it takes a
whip of soorpions to drive one to seek heav
en, he is hardly worthy of going there at all.
What Yourg Ladies Should So.
Doubtless some clear-headed, keen-eyed wo
man wrote the subjoined wise counsel to young
ladies. If they are pointed, and very plalDly
spoken, they are worth careful heeding, and
will help any youDg woman to lead a better and
truer life:
Do be natural. A poor diamond is better than
a good imitation.
Do try to be accurate, not only for vour own
sake, but (or the sake of your sex. The inca-
S aclty ot the female mind for accuracy is a stan-
ard argument agalDst the equality of the sexes.
Do observe. The faculty ot observation, well
cultivated, makes practical men aud women.
Do try and be sensible. It is not a particular
sign of superiority to talk like a fool.
Do be ready in time for church. If you do not
respect yourself sufficiently to be punctual, re
spect the feelings of other people.
Do avoid causes of irritation In your family
circle; reflect that home is the place to be agree
able.
Do be reticent. The world at large has no In
terest In your private affairs.
Do cultivate the habit of listening to others.
It will make you an Invaluable member of soci
ety, to say nothing of the advantages It will be
to you when you marry; every man likes to talk
about himself; a good listener makes a delight
ful wife.
Do be contented; “martyrs” are detestable;
a cheerful, happy spirit is infectious; you can
carry it aoout with yon like a sunny atmos
phere.
Do avoid whispering; It Is as bad as giggling.
, Both are to be condemned; there Is no excuse
for either one of them. If 70U have anything to
say, say It; if you have not, do bold your toDgue
altogether. Silence Is golden.
Do be truthful; do avoid exaggeration. If you
metn a mile, say a mile, not a mile and a half.
If yon mean one, say one, and not a dozen.
Do sometimes, at least, allow your mother to
know better than you do. She was educated
before you were born.
Washington Seminary.
The closing exercises of this Institution
which Is located on East Cain street, in this city)
took place on Friday evening last, and were
enjoyed by a large and appreciative audience.
This is one ot the best and most progressive
schools In Atlanta, and the pupils displayed
much careful training on the part of their teach
ers. The exercises consisted of a pleasing vari
ety of Music, Recitations. Dialogues, Original
Essays and Calisthenics. Among the perform
ances, all of which were good, we make special
mention of the recitation of “Jamie,” by Miss
Catherine Gardner; “Song of the Telegraph
Wires,” by Miss Annie Thrasher; “The Organ
Builder,” by Miss Lillian Clarke aud the read
ing of an Original Essay, by Miss Mattie Burt-
chaell, on “Tne Third Estate.” Miss Burtcba-
ell graduated with this term of the school and
received a certificate of scholarship. She is a
most amiable, intelligent and excellent young
lady, and the hearts of all her many friends fol
low her to her delightful home near Norcross,
on the Chattahoochee.
Rev. Mr. Lee closed the exercises with a pleas-
l Q g address on the cultivation of the “Eye.”
We take the liberty of suggesting to Mrs.
Stewart that her exercises would have passed
off more satisfactorily to all concerned, had she
pressed some of her male friends Into service
to make announcements, or made them herself.
A public entertainment with no head at all, goes
a little awkward sometimes.
Lord Lytton tells the story of a groom married
to a rich lady and in constant terpidation of be-
ing ridiculed by the guests in his new home.
An Oxford clergyman gave him this advice:
“Wear a black coat and hold your tongue ” The
groom was soon considered the most gentleman
ly person in the county.
The Reaping of a Long Sowing.
For more than a quarter of a century, doc
trines of almost every oonoeivable kind have
been freely promulgated in the North and
West;—startling propositions have been
enunciated and theories the most visionary
have been set forth, oftentimes with all the
power derivable from correct elocution and
brilliant rhetoric. Lectures havs been de
livered and many volumes published in the
interest of speculations more or less at war
with the opinions of cool, sober thinkers.
Many of these have been designed to efleot
a total ohange in the existing order of
things, and if adopted praotioally are emi
nently calculated to produce that result. All
of these leotures, speeches and books are not
mere emyty words. We have long suspeoted
that these were sowing badly and that a reap
ing of sorrow would inevitably follow. We
have long feared that the disoiples would
endeavor to put in practice what the teach
ers taught. This apprehension seems now
about to have a realization. The disturban
ces in the West are the legitimate outcome
of these lectures and speeches. Bold, bad,
bloody aots have followed from hard, cruel,
sooiety-disrupting dootrines. Bad seed are
yielding bad fruit. We fear that what has
been is as nothing to what shall be. This is
but the beginning of troubles. All of the
North and West is filled with nnquiet spirits
who are anxious to see how the schemes
whioh they have been stodying wonld work
in praotioe. “Let be” it not a part of their
creed. They want to move. Too many of
them see very dearly that the present order
of things is not perfect, and they are greatly
moved by the contemplation of wrongs that
need righting. They discern diseases, bnt
their sagaeity reaches not the point of indi
cating remedies. They are ready to tear
down, with no thought of rebuilding. Hence
they are simply destrnotionists, and deserve
to be treated as public enemies. But it is a
pity that the mischievous oharaoter of their
teaching was not disoovered and their
months dosed while they were establishing
their premises. * *
The Success of Sanford’s Arithmetic
The editor of the Sunny South rejoices with
his old Professor of Mathematics at the success
which has attended his Analytical Arithmetic.
It is destined to become a standard text-book In
most if not all the schools of the whole country,
and we are truly gratified to know that its wor
thy author is reaping a rich harvest from its In
creasing sales. College and school catalogues
present the name of no teacher who is more ca
pable and deserving than Shelton P. Sanford;
and the rolls of authorship give none whose
faithful and unostentatious labors will carry
more lasting blessings to the generations which
shall follow. As he receives only a small roy
alty on each book sold, the following interview
of a recent date, between the genial Pro
fessor and a reporter, will give some idea of the
annual sales of the arithmetic:
A reporter met Dr. Sanford this morniDg on
Second street, with a smile on bis face that at
once suggested something to your reporter, aud
upon being asked what was the news, the doc
tor said:
“Well, I have just received a letter containing
a check for thirty-one hundred and ninety-seven
dollars from J. P. Lippincott & Co., of Philadel
phia, for my books (meaning Sanford's arithme
tic) for one year.”
Then the reporter asked; “Doctor, how long
has it been since you published your first edi
tion of Sanford’s arithmetic?”
“It has been fifteen years since I first com
menced.”
During that time bow much have you made,
netprofit, on your books?”
“Well, sir, from first to last I have received
something over sixteen thousand dollars. Of
course I did not realize anything for the first
few years; but it has been increasing, from year
to year, until it has reached an annual profit now
of nearly four thousand dollars per annum. It
Is increasing, and I hope it may soon exceed
that sum.”
About this time Mr- B. L Willingham came up
and me conversation was repeated, when Mr.
Willingham asked him:
“Doctor, what will you take for your Interest?”
Doctor—“Oh! I don’t want to sell It. I want
to leave It to my children ”
“How long does it continue?”
"It is copyrighted for twenty-eight years yet.
Congress gave me fourteen, and then I renewed
for fourteen more.”
The doctor knows he has a good thing, and he
enjoys it now. After laboring for a long time
and struggliug bard, his book has become the
standard.
Only last week the board of education of Dooly
county concluded to adopt It as the standard.
Dr. Sanford deserves much credit and honor
for his valuable work.
BILL NYE.
Leg 8hows Played Out.
Lydia Thompson bewails the days that are
gone in this wise: “Ido not see so many of the
faces that were familiar in the parquet rows
when I was in St. Louis seventeen years ago.
They are all youDg men I have been playing to
this week at the Olympic—evidently a new gen’
eration—and, unlike their bald-headed old pas,
they do not take that overwhelming Interest In
ballet costumes that was had by their blissful
old progenitors. A sad change seems to have
eome over the spirit of the male population of
this country. Leg shows are not nearly the
financial success they used to be, even as late
as fifteen years ago, and the rage for the blonde
burlesquer appears to have perished. When
we went through the United States In 1869, and
again In 1872, it was like a triumphal march; the
entire male citizens of your republic rose up and
threw open thetr arms to ns everywhere In a
welcoming embrace; wives had to lock their
husbands in top-story chambers to keep them
from the theatre, and even then they got down
and out on the lightning-rod or the water-spout.
Married or single, we had all mature men—not
the giddy, silly, noodle-beaded dndes like tnose
of the present day in our thrall. We were be
sieged in front of the footlights and at the stage-
door, and had as many admirers In every town
as there were voters. But comic opera and
farce-comedy with its ballet trimming, has divi
ded attention, and now the legitimate burlesque
and limb shows receive little or no encourage
ment.”
Makes Quotations from a Young Wife's
Diary
May 10—George said last week that we
mast economize, for trade seemed to be
paralyzed. It is fanny that trade aboald
have waited till we got married and then get
paralyzed. Bnt we mnst do all we oaD, George
aays, to save our moneys. I am trying every
way to save what he makes. For three days
I have been making my husband a pair of
the cutest night shirts that anybody ever
saw. They are long and graceful and trim
med with pink embroidery. George pot one
of them on last night and we had oar first
harsh word.
At first he langhed a low bitter laugh, snoh
as we sometimes hear on the Btage when the
villain sticks a large red stab knife into a
oasnal acquaintance.
I did not think that my own George wonld
ever onrdle my young blood with snoh a low,
gurgling laugh. For a few moments I yearn
ed for my mother’s bosom to moan on, but
it was useless to yearn.
George said that any body with brains
enough to soil a silk handkerohief ought to
know that the buttons should be on the right
hand side, and that three pockets in a night
shirt was all moonshine.
Then he buokled a sh wl-strap around
himself and pretended to bs Sitting Bull,
but I would not laugh at him. It was the
first time that I had ever refused to laugh at
anything George expected me to langh at.
Gan he ever forgive? O, c*n he ever for
give? I threw myself on the bed and wept
till tbe pillow-shams were a eight to behold.
I also made a mistake in putting in the
sleeveB, so that they pointed baok into the
dim past. George said that he felt all the
time as if he had been tnrned around in a
cyclone, and that while he was struggling to
peer into the future his arms were striving
to
LAY HOLD ON THE DEAB, DEAD PAST.
He oan be qiite eloquent when he feels
like it, and his employer says he is the most
brilliant conversationalist they have at the
barber shop.
I oan no w see that if I had put in more
time at home in learning to sew and 000k,
and less time on my voioe, it would have
been better for George.
Papa spent a good deal of money teach
ing me to go np and down the so tie, aDd
how to sing sad pieces with a tremolo in
them, but the button holes that I make,
George says, look like the eye of a dead hog.
I thick parents are apt to make a mistake
in the estimate they plaoe on their children.
For instanoe, papa never wonld sing any
thing but “Me Poor Nellie Gray,” and if
mamma could 6ing anything she did it un
der an assumed came, for I never heard her.
Well, when I began to sing at school and
people could disoover what tune it was, my
parents began to squander money on my al
leged voioe. I always knew I couldn’t sing;
but here I am with a trunk full of sheet mu
sic, no piano, and a faculty for making a pie
that would lead a man to the gallows.
I also know how to eloonte some, but that
does not keep us now. What does a poor
man want of a wife who oan recite “Curfew
shall not ring tonight,” and who oannot
throw any hope into a low spirited hunk of
bread?
I see it all now, oh so plainly, and so does
Georg-, I fear. loan Understand how-he
feels exaotly. He may be a rich man some
day, if he don’t die of dyspepsia before he
amasses a fortune, and all that time I must
praolioe on some one. Poor George! *
Yesterday I bought a little red receipt
book of a pleasing yonng man who oalled at
the door. His eyes were so deep and dark,
and his voioe so pleading, that I would have
purchased the book if I had had to borrow
the money. The book is a very useful cR' >,
and la bound in the same oolor as my new
dog.
It tells how to make oustards, blano
manges and floating island. It also tells
you in the baok part how to onre heaves,
glanders and botts. I oan hardly
WAIT TILL GE3BGE GETS THE BOTTS
so that I oan bring out my little red volume
and win him baok to life and joy again. It
also gives away other information. Any one
with this book in tbe house oan go to work
and take a person right through a long siege
of croup or yellow fever without a doctor,
and there is a whole lot of law in it, so that
George won’t have to have a lawyer or a doc
tor, and we oan Bave a great deal that way.
Why will people fritter away their money on
doctors and lawyers when they oan get one
of these books so oheap?
Yesterday our landlady gave me a slip of
oleander, and I have planted it in a cute lit
tle pitcher in the window, where it is Blowly
growing as I write. It hardly seems possi
ble that some day it will be a large tree with
little yellow knobs on it. I oan fancy George
now, as he will look tenor fifteen years from
now, with a bald plaoe on the baok of his
head and lifting and surging on that olean
der till he is blaok in the faoe and his eyes
start from their sockets. W ill it not be a
joyful time?
In fancy I stand at the head of the cellar
stairs and make suggestions about where to
set it, while George rests one edge of it on
his person and moans.
With a good oleander in onr home, I feel
that we may gradually accumulate quite a
little property. If George will on y put the
same amount of zeal and industry into our
home life, and try to economize, we will
some day be very, very comfortable.
All we need now is a home and some far-
niture, for I have already secured the olean
der.
I bought some rhubarb at the drug store
this morning and tomorrow I will make a
couple of pies. George is passionately fond
of rnnbarb piee.
There would be far less connubial unhap
piness if wives would study their husband's
wants, and supply them, I think.
Bill Nxe.
TBE PERSIAN_MOONSHIE.
Persian Justice, Wit, Wisdom
and Good Humor.
Short Stories Never Before Published
in America.
The Blind 9Ian and His Lamp.
A blind man on a dark night having taken a
lamp in his band, and an earthen jar on bis
sboulder went into tbe market-place. Some one
saidtobim: “You bloekheaJ, day and night
are the same in your eyes; of what use can a
lamp be to you?”
Tne blind man laughing said: “This lamp is
not intended for my own, but for your use, in
order that in this dark night, you may not run
against me and break my jar.” •
The Durwesh and Grocer.
A Durwesh went into a grocer's shop and was
in a great burry for something. Tbe grocer
abused tbe Durwesh, who struck him on the
head with his slipper. Tbe grocer went and
made bis complaint to the Kotwal who sent (or
the Durwesh and asked him why he struck tbe
man: He answered: “Because he had receiv
ed foul language from him.”
The Kotwal said: “O, Durwesh! you have
been guilty of a great offense; but you are a
Fuveer, and therefore I do not punish you; go
away and give eight anu to the grocer which is
equivolent to your fault.”
The Durwesh took a rupee out of his pocket
and put it into the Kitwal’s band, and striking
him a blow on tbe head with bis slipper, satd:
“If such is Justice, take you eight aau, and give
eight, anu to the grocer.”
-The Poet and Rich Man.
A poet went to a rich man and bestowed great
praise on him; at which tbe latter being pleased
said: “I have not any money at command, but
a large quantity of grain, if you come again
tomorrow I will give you some.”
The poet went home, and early next morniDg
went again to the rich maa, who asked him why
he was come. He answered: “Yesterday you
promised to give me some grain, and I am now
come for it.”
The rich man replied: “You are an egregious
blockhead. You delighted me with words, and
I also have pleased you; why therefore should
I give you any com?”
The poet felt that pleasant words did not fill
an empty stomach.
The Blach Face.
A Durwesh having committed a capital of
fense, was carried before Hubshee Kotwal, an
Ethiopian, who sentenced him to have the whole
of his face blacked aud to be exposed through
out the city.
The Durwesh said: “Ob, Sire, black only
half my face, or else the people of the clry will
mistake me for Hubshee Kotwal.” The kotwal
laughed at his speech aud remitted the punish
ment.
The Painter aud His Reason.
A painter went to a strange city, where he be
gan the practice of medicine. Some time after
a countryman of his came there and asked Aim
what profession he now followed.
The painter answerpd, “Physic.”
Tbe other asked, “Why?”
Said the painter, “Because if. in this art, I
should commit a fault, the earth bides it.”
The Poor Poet.
An indigent poet paid a visit to a rich man and
seated himself so near that there was not more
distance than a span between them. The rich
man, offended thereat, asked tbe poet:
“ What difference Is there between yon and an
ass?”
Tne poet answered, “The measure of one
span.”
The rich man was very much confounded at
the answer and made an apology.
The Beggar.
A beggar went to tbe gate of a rich person and
asked for something. Some one ciied oat from
within: “Madam is not at home!’’
The beggar replied: “ I asked for a bit of
bread, not for a lady, that I should find such an
answer.”
He was given the bread.
PARADISE.
The Rev. Geo R. Kramer on the New
Heavens and the Life to Come.
At the Chnroh of the Blessed Hope, yester-
TiiTi TiTinV T n ~ rir n'nfrlrflni. * 1 °1’ the Bev. George B. Kramer preaoheu
from the text: To him that overoometh will
I give to eat of the tree of life, which is in
the midst of the Paradise of God.—Bev. xi. t
7. “The word Paradise is of Persian origin
and signifies a pleasure garden—the best,
the most beautiful—and also the foreign
land; the latter idea perhaps suggested by
the fact that it is not here—not in the pres
ent state, whioh answers to the Soriptnres:
‘Arise! for this is not your rest.’ Its gleam
ing hills and Bpires are in the perspective of
our pilgrimage. Kitto says tbe word was
used by Xenophon and Plutaroh for an in
closed plot of ground, with trees, and would
seem to answer to our English word ‘park.’
It is the word the Septuagist used for Eden.
Withont such a plaoe aspiration is a mocke
ry and the severe and high-toned morality of
Christianity a loss, for says the Apostle Paul,
‘If in this life only we have hope in Christ,
we are of all men most miserable.’ But the
destiny is not a cloud of imagery; its man
sions are not asrial architecture. Paradise
is a literal place, aud the spiritual body of
the reeurreotion will be as material as this.
Indeed, it will be this body changed. ‘It is
sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual
body.’ Materialmen will inherit the com
ing Kingdom of Heaven. Paradise is the
New Jerusalem, whioh city will be the me
tropolis of the new heavens and new earth.
Paul speaks of it as in the third heaven,
and also as above - ‘Jerusalem, whioh is
above.’ But we must also remember it is
said ‘It oomes down from God out of heav
en,’ and ‘the tabernaole of God is to be with
men.’ Paradise was on this earth and it is
to be on tbe earth again with its tree of life
—‘the new earth, wherein dwelleth right
eousness.’ This is not the Babbinioal Para
dise but the Paradise of the Bible.
Frrm the third Heaven, where God resides,
Thatholv, happy place.
The New Jerusalem comes down
Adorned with shining grace.
“The people of Paradise shall be a par
doned people, a purified people, and a victo
rious people. The pleasures of Paradise are
perfect, ‘pleasures forevermore.’ The
Frenoh have a pathetiopoem oalled ‘Caroas-
sone’—a oity no one enters, but sees beyond
the blue mountains; but Paradise is a rioh
reality and beyond the painting of ideality,
for ‘eye hath not seen nor ear heard, neither
hath it entered the mind to ocnoeive the
things whioh God hath prepared for them
that love Him.’ We shall have the fellow
ship of our loved onee, and above ail, of
Christ and the Father, and be filled with the
Holy Spirit. We shall enter Paradise at the
second coming of Christ and the resurrec
tion. The thief prayed with reference to
this time, and then he will enter the gorge
ous Paradise of the kingdom. Christ did
not po to Paradise the day of his death but
to Hades, and the tree of life is not in Hades.
As to the third heaven, he read: ‘David is
not ascended into the heavens.’ And Christ
said of His ascension, ‘As I said to the Jews,
so say I now to you, whither I go ye oannot
come.’ Bnt He is coming again. ‘I will
come again to receive yon unto myself.’
“It will be a bright day—the ooming of
any lovely day is an inspiration—never per
haps more beantifnlly described than by
Mrs. Browning:
Faint and far
Along the tingling desert of the sky—
Beyond the circle of the conscious hills
Were laid in jasper stone, as clear as glass,
The first foundations of the tew near day
Which should be budded out of heaven to God.
Whatever is lofty and radiant in the prom
ise of Paradise, the summit is, is the fact
that it is the Paradise of God.—Brooklyn
Times.
Prof- W- W- Lumpkin’s Elocution Class
es at Opera House-
On Monday, June 141, 8 p. x., at DeGive’s
Opera House,' a part of Prof. Lnmpkin’s
classes in Eloention will speak for prizes.
Two beautiful gold medals will be contend
ed for by classes A and B. These are the
Lumpkin Elocution Medals,” which are
very handsome, with beautiful and appro
priate designs.
The exhibition will oommenoe with De
composing ana Recomposing exeroises.
Rythmio, Melodic and Harmonic gestures;
vertical, horizontal, oblique feather ges
tures. Involution and Evolution of the body.
From Prof. Lnmpkin’s high standing as
an Elocutionist, a rioh treat may be expect-
ed.
A Cute Swindle.
Here is the cutest swindle yet. It has been
evolved from the inner’consciousness of a Mich
igan man, and he is working it successfully. He
sells Plymouth Bock eggs for $75 per dozen,
guaranteeing to bay all tbe chickens batched
therefrom at $100 each. As he is financially re
sponsible, he sells many eggs. But—he Is care
ful to boll tbe eggs before he sends them!
The June Pansy Is as bright as its namesake.
The stories, poems and Flower Chorus are unu
sually attractive because of their timely import
and seasonable aid. The sketches, both histor
ical and biographical, are particularly notable,
and the Installments of an exceptionally strong
character. Round the Family Lamp, (Marga
ret Sidney) is deserving of especial mention.
Apropos of the month, It furnishes the Rose
Game, a dellghtlul out-of-door entertainment,
and one that will be entered Into with zast by
the entire household. Illustrated, $1 00 a vear.
D. Lothrop & Co. Publishers, Boston. Speci
men free.
Grandma’s bearing is not as good as It was in
her early days. At tbe supper table the impris
onment of Jaebne was the topic of conversa
tion, and she asked what work the ex-alderman
was doing in the State prison. “He’s starching
shirts,” was the reply. “Starting a church! 1
s uld not think he was fitted for that work.”—
Utica Press.
THE SPRINGER FUNERAL
Funeral Expenses and the Trials of the
Committee of Arrangements-
Editor Sunny South: Jenkins, the genial
correspondent of the New York Times, was in
an unusually talkative mood on tbe train the
other day, and discoursed, among other topics,
of the rival city on the Ohio river. He had re
cently visited it and picked up certain highly
entertaining items of gossip concerning matters
musical and artistic in (as he styles it) “The
Piaster Paris of America.” To be sure, he saw
through the jealous, green-eyed Chicago specta
cles, and the Images are probably a trifle dis.
torted; but I give you the news, as I beard it,
for what it may be worth, without vouching for
its strict accuracy.
When Mr. R. R. SpriDger—the millionaire to
whose generosity the erection of the Cincinnati
Music Hall and the establishment of the College
of Music is due—died a year ago last January,
memerlal services, as was fit and proper, were
held in the grand hall. There was a funeral
oration by tbe Hon. W. S Groesbeck. (tbe re
frigerator of the town) music by certain college
students and other volunteers, aDd a requiem
by a full orchestra, ushers and programmes in
abundance—all supposed to be a free offering of
affection to tbe memory of their dead benefac
tor. aDd so publicly announced.
The services were under the direction of a
self-appointed committee of three or four gen
tlemen connected with the College of Music aud
Music Hall, who, it Is said, without previous
consultation with their victims, added the names
of some sixty or seventy prominent and wealtny
citizens to tneir own and printed them on tbe
programme of exercises as tbe Committee of
Arrangements. So far all was serene. The day
arrived, and witn it came the orator, chorus,
orchestra and an immense audience. Just be
fore the services opened, the leader of tbe or
chestra called upon Vice President McAlpin, of
the College, Gen. Goshorn, and tbe one or two
other active managers, for information concern
ing his own and fellow-fiddlers’ compensation,
and declined to play a note until the amount
(some $490) was secured to them.
“Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And bustling in hot haste.”
But finally these gentlemen gave their per
sonal guaranty and the services went on. Then
the printer sent in hts bill, and tbe ushers and
police bad tube paid, and uncle Sam don’t carry
circulars in the mail for nothing; so that, in one
way and another, the Committee found them
selves liable for $1,100 or $1 200 of debts for thts
free entertainment. Tbe only people who did
not ask pay were the chorns and orator, be it
said to their credit.
Now came “the strategy, my boy,” for this
sub committee were only serving for fame, not
as paymasters. Upon the suggestion of somr
outside genius (tor, unaided, they never would
have thought of such a scheme) a circular, de
claring an assessment of ten dollars each and
requesting Us immediate remission by mail, was
sent to every man whose name appeared as a
member of the Arrangement Committee. Even
tbe orator of the day was so assessed, and paid
bis money like a man for tbe privilege of bear
ing the sound of his own voice
About baif the number appealed to respond
ed, but all were not as complacent and 30 or 40
took no notice of the circular. These, in due
season, were called upon by a special messen
ger who met with some strange adventures by
the way. There, lor Instance, was Deacon
Richard Smith, of the Commercial Gazette, who
“cussed” the sub-comaiictee and declared
it was a regular “bunko scheme,” while his
wicked partner, Fi.-ld Marshal Halstead, plead
poverty—not unwillingness, and Johnny McLean
of the Enquirer, offered to double Halstead’s
ubscripuuu—after be found the Field Marshal
would contribute nothing! Gov. Hoadly was a
dear friend of Mr. Springer, but “there are so
many caUs on a public man, and really—oh, you
know”—and politely bowed tbe collector out of
his rooms. The “three cornered Scarborough”
wished a little time to consider what to do, and
is still contemplating It; whUe the grey skele
toned old woman who acts as Vice President of
the First National Bank, flew into a passion and
squeaked out “Not ad d cent, sab!” That
distinguished philanthropist (?) W. Philander
Huibert. held the young maa with his “glitter
ing eye”—as magical a gaze as that of the An
cient Mariner—while he discoursed on life,
death, charity and Queen City society. He
“didn’t think Spiinger was a pauper, and Tim
Lincoln and Josh Bates (the executors) ought
to pay at least the funeral expenses, and if Will
McAlpin andiGoshorn wanted glory, let ’em pay
for Itjthemselves. Not a cent, sir, from me
said the ponderous Croesus. “But if you know
any poor widow who needs a casket to be buried
in, came to me, and I’ll give the money cbeer-
iully, cheerfully! Why look how those fellows
do! They call It Springer Music Hall and
subscribed a thousand dollars taward It; you
never hear my name hor that of the other citi
zens who put up as much as I did. And the
‘ITest Art Museum,’why.” and he thumped his
table with his fist. “I gave a thousand to that,
too, and Charley West, who was bullied into
giving his money by Ingalls, and who didn’t
know or care a d n for art, get’s all the cred
it! No sir, nothing from me, but I will see any
poor widow, whose case you present to me, bu
ried in a fine casket, but let the rich men bury
themselves!”
Mr. Huloert seems to have bad the “true In
wardness” of the “liberal and voluntary sub
scriptions” of leading citizens to public objects
in Cincinnati, for which they are famous tbe
world oyer, for a “little bird” sings that when
the Old Man’s Home was proposed, 160 promi
nent men were fouDd of whom the late R M.
Shoemaker, the railroad magnate who was down
on tne list for $10 000, wag a type, who raagnlli
cently waived me subscription Daper off with
out. giviDg one cent toward the desired object.
Pending the Music Hall memorial services,
the board of directors of the College of Music
met and passed a series of floridly eulogistic
resolutions, which were thereafter promptly
consigned to a dusty pigeon-hole, where they
would bave rested in attemam, had not Cel.
George Ward Nichols (president of the college,
ana to whom, more than anyone else, such suc
cess as it has achieved, Is due), also ‘‘joined the
silent majority” last October. Again these gen
tlemen met and “resoluted.” It was then pro
posed as a permanent and fitting memorial to
Springer as the founder and Nichols as the or
ganizer of the college, that these resolutions
suitably emblazoned and framed, be hung in tbe
college. Such a resolution was passed after
considerable higgling, and then certain members
ran hither and thither to ascertain what it
would cost and gather suggestions as to how it
should be done. Finally they concluded that to
do it in proper shape, about $350 or $400 would
be necessary for picture and frame. Off they
went, like a lot of old bens, to ‘ set” on It, and
at last, a few days ago, the result of their incu
bation was made known when Mr Clifford Ran
dolph Neff, who succeeded Col. Nichols as pres
ident of tbe college, contracted with a penman
named Herold to do “tbe piece” in the mast ap
proved style of whirligigs and flourishes known
to his art, for fifty dollars! Nichols hated such
work when alive and Springer had no love for It,
but the college to which one gave his life, and
the other over $300,000, Is too poor to afford any
larger expenditure tnan fifty dollars! It is said,
however, tnat the frame will be brass, as a fitting
emblem of the monumental cheek of the board
In setting up so preposterous an excuse for their
own niggardliness.
By tbe waj>thev tell a good story on this same
sapient genera), Sir A. T. Goshorn, who figures
above as one of the Arrangement Committee,
and who is tbe director-general of the West Arc
Museum, which opens In a few days. They are
at present engaged In hanging tbe pictures In its
gallery, and with a pre-eminent sense of the fit
ness of things, have selected the janitor to do
this delicate work. The result lias been, as
might have been anticipated, a ludicrous one,
for all of the pictures “on the line” have been
hung at an angle of about 45 degrees, and cer
tain of their number upside down: When the
general’s attention was directed to these latter,
he looked stupidly at first at them, and then
naively remarked, “I guess It won’t hurt, as
they’re all Turners anyhow!”
Literary Note.
Literary Life claims to have discovered the
m jSt beautiful literary lady in America. If she
Is prettier than Sara Orne Jewett, of Boston,
Lily Curry, of New York, Ella Wheeler Wilcox,
of Meriden, or any of tbe many beautiful wo
men now passing into the ranks of literature,
she must be a rare woman. A splendid portrait
of the lady, together with engravings of her li
brary and boudoir, and sketch of her personal
ity, soul experiences, home life and work appear
in the June issue of the magazine, now on sale
by all prominent newsdealers.
Literary Life for June contains a fine poem,
illustrated, entitled “ Ists,” by the prince of
Western poets, John Antrobus. It is a marvel
ously dainty ode, and will become a classic.
“The Rosary of Islam,” by the charming es
sayist and critic, Mrs. Mary B. Hart, of New Or
leans. and “Le Grand Pegase est Mort,” (illus
trated) by Emile Goudeau, are papers of great
interest in the June Literary Life.
364 Wabash Avenue, Chicago.
All the world has beard of BUI Travers, the
Hood of Wall street. He stutters terribly, but
the stammer embellishes, rather than detracts,
from his stories. It was Travers who silently
surveyed the Siamese Twins for a quarter of au
hour, and then said: “B-b-b-brothers, I p-p-p-
presume?”
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