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SUNNY SOUTH
WASHINGTON CITY.
Reminiscences of Distinguished
Public Men.
Incidents Which Have Transpired tl
the Rational Capital
Bj BEB. PIBLf POOBC.
NO. 111.
Clay and Crittenden.
In March, 1812, Henry Clay resigned tala seat
in tbe Senate, delivering an eloquent farewell
speech with evident emotion. It was listened
to by a crowded auditory; and after be bad con
cluded, Mr. Crittenden presented bis credentials
as bis successor and was qualified as a Senator
from Kentucky. Mr. Clay resigned that be might
enter tbe Presidential race untrammeled, for be
bad great confidence In bts powers of leader
ship, and would not receive advice even from
bis best friends.
The Old Republican Leaders.
The Capitol has never been more crowded
than It was on tbe last night of tbe Hayes ad
ministration, when tbe thousands who bad come
to witness the Inauguration of Garfield wanted
to take a look at the national law makers.
Tbey generally began wltb tbe Senate Chamber,
where the Republican leaders were Dawes, of
Massachusetts, with silvery hair, clean-shaven
cheeks and puritanical earnestness; Beck, of
Kentucky, with clustering, dark hair, hard-
headed, hard-Jointed and bard to beat; Plumb,
ot Kansas, young, plain, and Western from tbe
bem ot bis sbort pantaloons to tbe comfortable
slouch o( bis hat; Don Cameron, small, puny In
appearance, remarkable for nothing but his lit
tle sack coat, which was always too short for
mllllonalrely elegance; Gen. Burnside, foreign,
portly, wltb the original Burnside whiskers,
white aa wool, matching bts heavy mustache
and the silken fringe around bis bald and
ruddy crown; Senator Logan, like a char
coal sketch against the gilded wall of the
Senate Chamber, bold of outline and dusky-
haired; Senator Bruce, round-faced, bril
liant orbed and sepla-bued; Cockling, a good
fabric and originally a handsome ornamen
tal design, but washed out then, like the pretty
Dolly Varden cambrics, which, after a strong
soap suds, show a faint and streaked semblance
of wbat before was gorgeous butterflies and
posies blue and red. A mere peep, by much
neckstretching, of these noted men, and then
tbey went to tne House of Representatives at
tbe other end of tbe pile. There was Albert
WUlls, of Kentucky, a trim, delicate, scholarly
man, wltb wit and wisdom pleasantly combined;
Sunset Cox, ethereal and sparkling as a cham
pagne bubble, full of fire and simmering snap;
McMabone. argumentative and tenacious;
Hurd, great In expectations and In talk; Young,
youthful In name, but old In political lame;
Butterwortb, a staple article, always In da-
maud; Cannon, of Illinois, with a moderately
bung head: Cannon, of Utah, a “Carker” In
smile, a “Heep” In humility, his unapproacha
ble self In hypocrisy; Singleton, of Illinois, who
bad a warm heart and knew a good dinner; Le
Fevre, wltb a big soul and a body that diu not
shame it in size, the adored of tbe ladles and
the catch of the season.
Reninlscences by Mr.' Webster
Each returning spring after Mr. Webster be
gan to descend the bill of life he would seek rec
reation at Plney Point, on the lower Potomac.
Taking three or four blends with him, almost
invariably young men, and a liberal supply of
wbat be called “small stores,” be would leave
behind tbe cares of tbe Senate or State Depart
ment and go down to Plney Point to enjoy tbe
salt air and tbe fisblng. One day, on bis return
from an unsuccessful effort to capture a “sheep’s
head,” be remarked, In reply to a question, that
“be bad only secured one sheep’s bead, and
that was bis own.”
“Were snch sheep’s head as yours to be
caught here,” remarked the proprietor ot the
Pavilion, “I would be angling or drawing the
seine all day.
Kept within doors one day by a pelting rain
storm. Mr. Webster indulged In reminiscences
ot bis life, and narrated, with evident gratl ca
tion, his recollections of the laying of the corner
stone of the Banker Hill Monument In June.
1825. There was a long procession, which had
moved from the State House in Boston, each di
vision of which had lta alloted position on tbe
hill around the platform bom which the oration
wai delivered. The most interesting of these
divisions was one composed of Revolutionary
soldiers, beaded by Gen. L&Fayette, riding In
open barouches. Each had some time-worn
badge, some relic of the Revolution, which he
wore on Ms person or displayed bom tbe car
riage. By one was borne a tattered color, by
another a dilapidated drum; here was seen a
cocked hat, with Us gilt mountings tarnished
with age; there a knapsack or cartouch box,
moth-eaten and crumbling to pieces; some were
dressed in their ancient regimentals, and some
clad only In homespun garments similar to those
they wore on tbe day of the battle. On their ar
rival on Bunker Hill the veterans left their car
riages, and were escorted by the marshals to
reserved seats directly In front of the platform.
As Mr. Webster proceeded in his oration he
addressed these Revolutionary heroes, saying:
“Venerable men! you have come down to us
from a former generation. You are now where
you stood fifty years ago this vsry hour, with
your brethren and your neighbors, shoulder to
shoulder, in tbe strife for your country—”
“Ye-e-sl ye-e-s!” said one of them, a hoary-
headed old man in his second cblldbood, who
rose and began to narrate bis personal reminis
cences. “I remember ail about it. It was this
hour fifty years ago. I was fighting here; I
stood as it might be there,” pointing with nls
staff to a spot some rods off.
“I bad paused,” said Mr. Webster, “on being
tbus unexpectedly interrupted, and finding that
the old man was disposed to be gariulous, l
suggested that he stop until I had told my sto
ry, when be could tell his. But tbe old hero
bad told his tale too often to listening ears to
ears to have It passed by then, and he went out:
“I stood right up there,” he continued, “and
it was there, right up there, that Warren fell—”
“Just then,” Mr. WeDster would go on to say,
‘the old soldier fell himself, or was pulled down
on Ms seat by bts companions, who kept him
quiet. Then I went on without further inter
ruption.”
Anotber good story, capitally told by Mr.
Webster, Illustrated b:s early professional life
In New Hampshire. “When l was a young
practitioner,” said Mr. Webster, “There was
but one man at tbe New Hampshire bar ot
whom I was afraid, and that was old Barnaby.
There were but few men who dared to enter tbe
list wltb him. On one occasion Barnaby was
employed to defend a suit tor a piece oi land,
brought by a little, crabbed, cunning lawyer
called Bruce. Bruoe’s case was looked upon as
good as lost when It was ascertained that Bar
naby was retained against Mm. Tbe suit came
on for trial, and Barnaby found that Bruce bad
worked bard, and left no stone unturned to gain
the victory. The testimony for tbe plaiutiff
was very strong, and unless it could be im
peached the case was lost. Tbe principal wit
ness introduced by tbe plaiutiff wore a red coat,
lu summing up for the defence, old Barnaby
commenced a furious attack on this witness,
pulling bis testimony all to pieces, and appeal
ing to tbe jury if a man wbo wore a red coat
was, under any circumstances, to be believed.
‘And who is this red-coated witness?’ exclaimed
Barnaby, ‘but a descendant of our common ene
my, who has striven to take from us our liberty,
and would not hesitate now to deprive my poof
client of his land by making any sort of red-
coated statement!’ During ibis speech Bruce
was walking up and down tbe bar, greatly ex
cited, and convinced that his case was gone,
knowing, as he did, tbe prejudice of tbe jury
against anything British. Wfiilst, however,
Barnaby was gesticulanng, and leaning torward
to the jury in bis eloquent appeal, his shirt bo
som opened slightly, and Bruce accidentally dis
covered that Barnaby wore a red flannel under
shirt. Bruce’s countenance brightened up Put
ting both hands in his coat pockets, he walked
the bar with great confidence, to the astonish
ment of his client and all lookers-on. Just a3
Barnaby concluded Bruce whispered in the ear
of his client,‘I've got him; your case is safe;’
and approaching the jurv. he commenced his
reply to the slaughtering argument of bis adver
sary. Bruce gave a regular history of the an
cestry of his red-coaied wltuess, proving his
patriotism and devotion to the country, and his
cnaracter for truth and veracity. ‘But what,
gentlemen ot the Jury,’ broke forth Bruce, in a
loud strain of eloquence, while his eye flashed
fire,‘what are you to expect of a man who stands
here to defend a cause based ou no foundation
of right or justice whatever; of a man who un
dertakes to destroy our testimony on the ground
that my witness wears a red coat, when, gentle
men of the Jury, when, when, wnen, gentlemen
ot the jury [Here Bruce made a spring, and
catching Barnaby by the bosom of the shirt, tore
it open, displaying bis red flannel], when Mr.
Barnaby Mmself wears a red flannel coat con
cealed under a Mae one?’ The effect was elec
trical; Barnaby was beaten at his own game,
and Bruce gained the case.”
NOCTES MIMORABILES.
BY *‘B. B.”
Dramatis Persona.
The Doctor—a bachelor, age 50.
The Judge—a bachelor, age 45.
The Professor—a bachelor, (suspect) age 30.
The MADAM-a widow, (landlady) age uncertain.
The Imf—landlady's hopeful, age irrelevant.
Time—Night.
Scene—Bachelor’s Apartments in a Down-
street Boarding-House.
Copyrighted by the Author. All rights reserved.
SECOND NIGHT.
The Professor: Bag your pardon, Doctor,
bnt I’d advise you to examine Into tbe matter a
little before deciding so hastily.
The Judge, (looking at his watch): Gen
tlemen, It is getting late. You can put off your
question as to the teachings ot science till some
other time. As for me I don’t care wbat science
—so-called—teaches. If it contradicts tbe rea
son and experience of btunanlty for six thou
sand years, the testimony ot all nature and the
whisperings of tbe Spirit Itself—not to mention
tbe Revealed Word—If It contradicts these it Is
false. Yon can’t solve tbe mystery of life with
all your science. You are in reality no nearer
it to-day tban was Lucretius two thousand years
ago. You know, Professor, this pretended “ no
new of tbe bypotbesis of the soul” Is all a sham.
If you do not, I do. A live thing is a dead
thing pins something. Tbey differ, then there
is a difference. Tbe difference is always some-
tblng in at added to one thing will produce tbe
other. What is tbe difference between a dead
plant and a live one? Chemistry analyzes and
says the constituents In each are the same and
combined In tbe same proportions; physics
weighs tbe dead plant and says its all there
that she can take cognizance of—and yet, Pro
fessor, and yet you know, and I know, and
everybody knows that between the two there is
a chasm that neither man nor nature can
bridge—a gulf wider than space across which
science can not even see, much less pass. Then
away with all this nonsense and sham. Science
can do much, but science is just now sadly In
need ot a little moral training—needs a few les
sons In honesty, and a little more of that old-
fashioned article, common sense.
You can’t explain the growth of the grass at
your feet any more tban you can the source of
the sun’s Inexhaustible energy. It Is true you
can tell me, bow through Its roots and blades It
takes In its food from tne soil and air, but just
bow and when this carbonic dioxide, hydrogen
oxide, etc., ceases to be carbonic acid and wa
ter, and becomes grass Is just as complete a
mystery to science as it was In tbe days of Lu
cretius—and you know it. You can’t account
lor your own existence any more than you can
(or tbe first snow-storm of atoms that ever
drove through the limitless regions of space.
You transfer the difficulty—setting it back from
mass to molecule and from molecule to atom,
and there you pause, and say “It is finished!"
Not so; not a word of it, and you know it. You
have carried tbe cause from mass to molecule,
and from the molecule to the atom, but It eludes
your grasp there and you know it. For, you
say the cause 1b in the atom, but so it was in the
mass and in the molecule; but what that cause
ls, how It operates, why it operates In its partic
ular way, or why it operates at all, is as much a
mystery as ever. To me It is strange—yes,
passiDg strange—that sensible men can so de
lude themselves; can Imagine they have reach
ed an explanation of phenomena when they
have only transferred the difficulty from a mass
to an atom. Every pretended scientific explar
nation if pursued to Us ultimate brings np at
the edge of this Impassable gulf. I’ll tell you
why. That ultimate cause, that star that gleams
just before but always beyond you, Is God; and
He Is not to be thus approached. A thousand
years sang, or Socrates was born, the old Idu
mean philosopher had declared what modern
science must soon confess, “Touching the Al
mighty, we cannot find Him out.” I am willing
for arguments’ sake to admit that science has
nothing to say In favor of this idea of
Immaterial existence; but her Ups are
dumb when called upon to testify against
lt. But, Professor, suppose It were possible to
disprove the idea of immortality, wbat could
you offer in exchange for It? What could you
give to fill the place in our lives now flUed by it?
Nothing—absolutely nothing! I do not beUeve
there is in all the world a man who reaUy be
lieves that death is the end of human existence.
Bnt whether those who pretend so to believe
are honest In their opinion or not, I want to sa
this of the men who teach It: That man wfffY
seeks to destroy or weaken human faith In Im
mortality is either a fool or a fiend. A fool 11 he
does not see that he is robbing life of all that
makes it worth the living—tearing from these
poor hearts of ours their oMy solace In sorrow,
their oMy support In adversity, the only com
fort In the hour of death. He Is a fool, I say. If
he does not see this, and he Is a fiend if he does
see it. The dearest of human Dopes and the
sweetest of human faiths Is the DeUet in the
sonl's lmmortaUty—a belief that is co-extenslve
and co-exlstent wltb humanity. There Is no
people—no matter how far removed from the
outside world, no matter how low they maybe
sunk in ignorance and barbarism—but accept,
In some form or other, tMs glorious truth. There
was never a time when It was not dominant In
the human heart. It Is the golden chain that
links tbe ages to each other and binds humanity
together into one vast, universal brotherhood.
It is tbe only beUef that has come down to ns
untarnished by the breath ol time. Call It what
you will, It Is an Inseparable part of the soul’s
existence. It Is tbe innate consciousness of a
once higher and holler stage ot being—the mem
ory of a happier, purer state that six thousand
years of sin and sorrow have not been able to
erase from these longing, aching, human hearts
of ours. It Is the Heaven Impressed seal of
man’s divinity, the perfume of the rose still hov
ering around tbe shattered vase, the sea wave’s
murmur In the exiled shell. The echo of Jeho
vah’s voice, when be talked face to face with
man, rings softly yet in the spirit’s ear. His
form—as he walked at evening amid the cooling
shadows of Eden—is ever, though dimly, present
to the spirit’s vision. We may strive, by stop
ping our human ears, to forget the one, or, by
closing our human eyes, to shut out the other,
but in vain. For, beyond the control of will, be
yond tne puny grasp of reason, and wholly inde
pendent of Revelation, there Is grounded in oar
very inmost nature and being the conception of
Goa and immortality. Philosophy, with learned
words, may seek to explain it away; science,
with its legions of huge hypotheses, may dash
against It, but unmoved and immovable It has
stood, and will stand amid the whirlwinds of
passion and the sweep ol years. And ”
The Prof : FourteentMy!
The Judge : I had forgotten I had gotten np
to take my leave sure enough! Come, Doctor,
let’s be going. Good-night, Will, and pleasant
dreams!
The Prof : Hasta la vista, Senors! (The
Doctor and Judge go out.) Pleasant dreams in
deed! A whole drove of nightmares would have
been nearer the reality. I wonder what he
thought the “pleasant dreams” were to grow
out of! Helgho! I wonder which I am, one of
the Judge’s “fools” or “fiends”? Neither—a
thousand times neither; for I am not a teacher
of that doctrine. In face I don’t know what I
believe. It is all dark, dark, dark—and yet it
was once so clear and beautUM and bright!
(Takes up a book and reads, stopping occasion
ally to soliloquize)
Bass ich nicht mehr, mil saurem Schweisz,
Zu sagen brauche, was ich micht wrisz.
Ah! Faust, how you speak for me! That we
should no more need to say, with bitter sweet,
wbat we do not know. Bitter It is. to hearts
that can feel, to have to say it. To have to
pretend to know, and on tMs pretense see
our honest pupils build their faiths that
we know are baseless as the shadow of
a dream. Oh! it Is terrible thus to cheat
the unsuspecting tools that thirst for truth and
knowledge. Truth and Knowledge! What are
they ? Names, mere names—fantastic garments
that igi.orance and Falsehood sometimes choose
to wear. O, what a pitiable tMng In pitying
Heaven’s sight—If such a thing there be—as
that poor fool so Ignorant that he thinks he
something knows!
MU gier ger Hand nach Schatzen grabt,
Undfroh ist, uenn er Pegenwurmer jindett
Too true! We bunt with greedy hand for
treasures and shout wltb joy when we find a
poor earth-worm! Hath Hie nothing better than
this eternal grovelling in the earth? These
earth-worms, was It to gather them we have our
being? But he who digs in the earth, what
more can he expect tban earth-worms? What
more deserve? But what more can we do?
Chase the buttei flies over the flowery mead
ows? or the cloud shadows along the rocky hill
side? Idle sport; but iu the end more fruitful
than the other. The richest treasure in this
world is a dull, unteeling heart!
Geheimniszvoll am lichten Tag,
Laszt sich Xatur des Sclileiers nicht her a ubru,
Lnd uas sie deinem Geist nicht offeubaren
mag.
Das twingst du ihr nicht ab mit Hebeln und mit
ISchrauben.
Inscrutable In the broad light of day, nature
will not suffer hersell to be robbed ot her veil!
What she does not ot herself reveal to thy
spirit, thou wilt not wring from her by levers
and by screws! What she does not of herself
reveal to thy spirit I Ah! but does she thus re
veal herself? Strange I had never thought to
listen! Let me think— (closes the book. A knock
upon the door arouses him.) Come tnl
[CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.]
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PORTRAITS AMD BIOGRAPHIES
OF DISTINGUISHED MEN
AND WOMEN.
Coante de Paris.
The recent passing, by the French Assembly,
ot a bill, ostracising all lineal descendants of
the French kings, brings the subject of our
sketch again prominently before the world. The
bill, although stipulating that all who would
have a title to tbe throne, by right or birth, shall
be banished, Is an Indirect blow at Paris Louis
Albert Phlllippe D’orleans, son of tbe late Due
d’Orleans. and grandson of the late Louts PM1-
lippe, king ol France, was born at Paris. August
4th, 1838. and consequently Vas ooljr ten years
of age when tbe Revolution broke out, ana wit
nessed the stormy scene tn the French Cham
COUNIE de PARIS,
bers which followed that event. His mother,
the late Duchess of Orleans, educated her son
at Claremont, England, and at Paris. Accom
panied by other members of bis family, he visit
ed this country and was cordially received, at
Washington, by General McClellan, who pro
posed that the princes should serve on bis staff.
The Due and his brother entered the army with
tbe rank of captain of volunteers, stipulating
that tbey were to receive no pay and reserving
the privilege of resigning their commissions
whenever they felt so disposed. They served
on McClellan’s staff till tbe conclusion of the
Virginia campaign, and after the retreat of the
Army of tbe Potomac, resigned their commis
sions and returned to Europe. In the year 18T1
Counre de Paris was admitted as a member of
the National Assembly, and on December 21st,
1872, the Assembly voted a restitution of the
Orleans property. In the following year he
had that celebrated Interview with the Counte
de Cbambord. the acknowledged head of the
royal house of France, and after the demise of
Chamhord Id 1883, Paris was acknowled by the
majority of the legitimists as Ms successor. He
also acquired considerable tame In literature,
among nls more notaole articles being “L AUe-
magne et ses Tendances NouveUes.” He Is
also the author of “Le Associations Ouvricres
en Angleterre,” whlcn was translated Into the
English by N. J. S<*T»trm. and was published In
S. P, ROUNDS,
London under the title of the “Trades Union of
England.”
8. P. Bounds.
Few people hava any idea of the extent of the
government printing. The office of public prin
ter Is a very desirable one and has therefore
been in tbe eye of many a politician, but thus
far, S. P. Rounds has held the place against all
comers, although a change is dally expected.
The government printing office at Washington
Is the largest printing concern in the world, and
such bouses as the Harper’s, Scribner’s, or J.
B. Llpplncott might be placed in one corner
thereof. There is more “copy” distributed than
the force of the largest newspaper In the world
could handle, and the blits for printing amouut-
ed to over §3,000 000 in 1883. For the year 1884
tbe expenses were almost tbe same as in 1885,
and the paper bills alone amount to over $500,-
000 per annum The census reports lately is
sued, cost $300 ooo to print. When a bill is in
troduced Into Congress It is the custom to print
1,900 copies thereof, for distribution, and taking
as an average 1,500 bills introduced in a ses
sion, we have almost 30,000,000 printed bills Is
sued from tne office In a single year. The great
majority ot these find their way, eventually, to
the waste basket. As the paper used is of the
best quality, the waste brings a good price, and
WASILI VERESCHAGIN.
the membPrs have the satisfaction of knowing
that 11 their bills are good for notbing eise, they
at least control the waste market. Of the Con
gressional R ocord 42.000 volumes are annually
printed and of the public documents ordered by
the House of Representatives more than 20.000,-
000 are annually distributed. There has been
some talk of reducing the expenses of this vast
eoncern, and instead of printing 1,900 copies of
bills introduced, most of which go to the waste
basket, it Is proposed to pi inr hut 1 500 of the
more important bills, and 1,000 of those of less
moment. Tnere can be no dcubt that during
the flurry of the session, much work is ordered
which is entirely useless.
Wasili Vereschagin-
The name of Vereschagin has appeared like a
meteor in the artistic firmament; but yesterday
he was unknown—to-day he is on every lip.
Vereschagin has had the temerity to treat re
ligious subjects in the light of to-day. In Ms
recent paintings Christ is depicted as a merely
human and historical personage. The pictures
are realistic, and their Intent is to show that
Christ accomplished Ms miracles by trickery
and without any superhuman power. The paint
ings have been reproduced by photography and
have been scattered broadcast through Europe.
They have terribly shocked the church dignita
ries, and an exptatorv mass has been celebrated
at St. Stevens’church In Vienna. Legal meas
ures are to be resorted to to prevent the sale of
the photographic copies.
Wasalt Vereschagin was born October 28th,
1842. in tbe district of Noogorod, Russia; and,
until he arrived at the age of seventeen, attend
ed the Marine school at St. Petersbnrg. Leav
ing tbe Marine school, he took np the study of
art. He went to F iris in 1864, and there attend
ed the “Ecole des Beaux Arts,” studying under
Gerome. In 1871 he entered the studio of Hors-
cbeldf, in Mooch, to finish his sketches made
daring Kaufman’s expedition to Central Asia.
In 1874 he visited India, and bis paintings made
after that jonrnay show tbe wonderful filagree
work with which tbe buildings of that land are
bedecked. Vereschagin Is a realist—he paints
things as he sees them, and nothing will induce
him to change his views. He has shown us all
tbe horrors of war, and In doing so has sought
to teach tbe world a lesson In peace. In his
JOHN TEE HER.
Apotheosis of War” dedicated to “all conquer
ors, past, present and to come.” he shows tbe
cost of strife. The field Is covered wltb frozen
corpses, which the ravens are picking; the bru
tal, blood-thirsty Turks are mntllating the dead
and torturing the wounded—the whole making
a picture and teaching a lesson never to be for
gotten.
John Teemer.
After two vears ot controversy through the
mess, John Teemer, of McKeesport, Pa., and
Edward Haulon, of Toronto, met in a single
«cull race of three miles, with a turn at Pleasure
Island, N. Y , Oct. 24th, 1885. Teemer had re-
R eatedlv made overtures to Haulon for a race,
ut such advances bad been passed unnoticed.
During the spring preceding tbe race the men
met at Buffalo and signed articles for a series
of three races, but Hanlon failed to make good
bis deposits^ bnt at another meeting, held in
New York'City, the race was arranged to take
place on the above mentioned date, and Haulon
was easily vanquished by the embryo champion.
John Teemer was born at McKeesport, Pa.,
July 8th, 1864. He stands five feet, eight inches,
and In condition weighs 159 pounds. He corn-
causes excitement enough, and bis recent at
tack upon the members of the Senate for bring
ing men upon the floor, as their private secreta
ries, when they were really not such, contrary
to tbe rales, called forth quite a discussion. It
Is understood that Riddleoerger referred partlc
Marly to an editor of tbe Washington Post.
Harrison H. Riddleberger was born In Edin
burg. Va., October 4th, 1844; he received a com
mon school education and nad a home precep
tor for two years. He served three years in the
Confederate army as second and first lieutenant
ol Infantry and captain of cavalry. He Is a law
yer by profession and served as commonwealth’s
a'tqrney for two years, also two terms in tbe
House of Delegates and one term in the State
Senate. Since 1870 he has been editor of three
newspapers. The Tenth Legion. The Shenan
doah Democrat, and the Virginian. Was a
member of the State committee of the Conserv
ative party until 1885; was a Presidential elect
or on the Democratic ticket of 1876, and tbe
same on the Readjustees ticket in 1880. In 1881
he was elected to -the Senate as a Readjuster.
His term expires in 1889
JOHN L. SULLIVAN.
menced sculling in 1882. In that year be rowed
four races with local oarsmen, winning tbe first
two and evidently “throwing” the others. On
Teemer’g arrival home, alter he bad defeated
Hanlon, he was tendered an oration by 3,000
people. The general impression seems to be
that he can defeat Haulon again if necessary.
That the race was a fair one, In every respect,
is not doubted. Teemer hag expressed a desire
to meet Beach, and has full confidence In his
ability to ontrow the Australian,
John L- Sullivan.
John L. Sullivan, the champion pngllist of the
world, has In the last seven years met over sixty
men, and with the exception of “Tag” Wilson,
has defeated them all. John was a Boston boy,
and attended tbe school of Father Haskins, but
was never a very studious boy. He made his
first appearance as a pugilist against “Dan”
Dwyer, at Concert Hall, Boston, and on April
19th, 1880. met “Joe” Goss, whom he defeated.
This brought Mm at once into prominence and
he made a tour of the large Eastern cities.
After this he made a tour of tbe West, which
was one continuous triumph. His manager.
Billy Madden, offered $100 to any one who could
stand up to him for (our rounds. No one could
be found equal to the job. Tbe way In which
SMllvan “polished up” “Paddy” Ryan opened
H. H. BIDL-LEBERGER.
the eyes of the sporting world. “Jem” Mace,
who heard of Suilivan’s prowess, brought over
the Maori, Slade, to meet him, bur the barbarian
had no show at all. Next the "Prussian.” Wil
liam Sheriff, was brought from England and
beaten, as was also plucky “Charlie” Mitchell.
The match with Ryan was the crowning point in
Sullivan’s career. The “Trogan Terror,” as j
Ryan was called, was beaten in nine rounds, it
is said that “Jem” Smith, the heavy weight pu
gilist of England, is to brought over to meet Sul
livan.
H. H. Hiddleberger.
If Senator Riddleberger is not becoming famous,
bis doings, at least, are chronicled more min
utely than those of the most austere member of
the Senate. It is probably because he knows
that he stands little or no chance of re-election
that makes him act as he does. He is a follower
of what is known In Virginia as Maboneism. and
as Mabone himself has failed of re-election, it is
still less probable that his disciple will achieve
success. If Riddleberger does not conduce
much to tbe austerity of the Senate he at least
PEBSONALMINTION.
What the People Are Doing and
Saying,
Miss Cleveland has been paid $12 000 by her
pdblisber.
Dr. Holmes is totake theLL. D. degree at
the English Cambridge on tbe 17th inst.
Henry Ward Beecher expects to deliver forty
lectures in Europe this Snmmer.
Mrs. Tyler, the widow of ex-Presklent Tyler,
was favored with a boxofWnite Honse wed
ding-cake.
Joe Coburn, the pugilist, was arrested In
New York on Monday on the charge of stealing
$58 worth of cigars.
Gilbert and Sullivan are already working on
the successor of “The Mikado.” It will be call
ed “Tbe Khedive.”
Another “beauty” has come to the surface it
London, being the wife of one of the Cunards,
of ocean steamsMp fame.
Judge Noonan, of the St. Louis Conrt of Cor
rectlon, will issue in book form a complete Mr
lory of the Maxwell-Preller tragedy.
M. Gounod Is about to compose an opera
founded on the story of Helolseand Abelard. It
will be brought oat In Paris In 1889.
Salvini, the actor, is worth $600,000, over one-
third of which he made in this country. He lives
in the most economical manner In his Italian
home.
Miss Mary Lee, the youngest daughter of Gen.
Robert E. Lee, Is living in P irtugal with United
States Minister E. P. C. Lewis, whose cousin
she Is.
Gen. Marcus J. Wright, of Tennessee, and A,
L Ling, of Virginia, are engaged upon and will
shortly bring out a popular life of Gen. Robert
E. Lee.
Mr. Parnell’s mother said to a New York re
porter yesterday: “My son has engaged In this
fight for Ms life, and I know he will be true to
his colors.”
The President’s wife will observe a clond on
the honeymoon now and then, when the hotel
people refer to Mr. Cleveland as her father and
avk her If she is Ms only daughter.—Morristown
Herald.
Ex-Secretary Windom, who has jnst returned
from a Mexican trip, says that mining pays best
in Mexico, railroad construction being at a
stand-still through the failure of government
subsidies.
James H. Marr, cblef clerk in the First As
sistant Postmaster-General’s office, has served
in the department sixty-five years. He was ap
pointed in Jackson’s first term and has never
been disturbed.
Miss Bessie W. Bedding, one of Atlanta’s
brightest and prettiest yonng ladles, has just
gradnated at the Montgomery Female College,
In Virginia, and returned to her pleasant home
in this city.
A young American singer who has taken the
naipe of Miss SvblUe Is attracting attention In
Paris Jnst now. She Is said to be the daughter
of an eminent California j orist, and has develop
ed indications of great genlns.
Robert Barry Coffin, the author, known as
Barry Gray, died yesterday at Fordham, N. Y.,
aged 60. His best-known work, famous twenty-
five years ago. was a satire on social customs,
entitled “Matrimonial Infelicities.”
Miss Kate Btoneman, of Albany, recently ad
mitted to tbe bar, has been presented, by the
ladies of the Woman Suffrage Soolfty, with a
t ndsome office chair made of cherry, elegantly
rved and upholstered tn dark green embossed
moroeco. ' " - -.
(Madame Christine Nilsson, according to a
London dispatch, after her European tour,
which will end next April, will marry Count
(itso Miranda, formerly department secretary
aft Madrid, under tbe government of C-tnova*
del Castillo,
.Samuel J. Tilden took a long sail np the Hud
son with his niece, on the steam yacht Viking,
onTnesday afternoon. He was assisted onto!
Sis carriage by one ot the yacht’s officers, and
then walked steadily aboard. He seemed to en
joy the trip very mnch,
Mr. S. Teackle Wallis, the tamdtiS Baltimore
lawyer, was made quite ill recently by eating
Strawberries. An eruption appeared upon Ms
hands and feet, Increasing in violence and ac
companied by swelling until he was unable to
leave Ms bed. The unpleasant Symptoms, how
ever, yielded to treatment.
Major E. O. Boynton, formerly Adjutant Gen
eral of tne Military Academy at west Point,
recently found in the possession of a Vermont
family the originals ot all the orders lssned to
the Continental army at West Point. The or
ders are enpected to dispel many doubts which
have heretofore encircled certain subjects.
ben. William T. Sherman, ex-grand guyascu-
tus of the United States army, confesses that be
lied under a mistake when he asserted, in a pub
lic partisan harangue, that the reason he did not
attend the funeral of the late Vice-President
Hendricks he was not invited. A high officer of
the G. A. R. showed him his mistake. He caved.
“Yes,” she said, “I think Mr. Cleveland a real
nice man. 031 I do admire Mm ever so much
for getting married. I do hope now that be has
sef the example that other old bachelors will see
the error of their ways and take wives. Here I
have been a widow for nearly three months and
haven’t bad a single proposal as jot."—Phila
delphia Herald.
Ben Folsom, who has become famous as Mrs.
Cllveland’s cousin, spends most of his time at
clubs and speaks in a languid, drawling tone.
Be wears a scarf pin as large as a silver half
dollar, which bears upon' its face a gaudy like
ness ol a rampant rooster with red and green
leathers. He is well-to-do, doesn’t need to work,
and apparentiyis glad of it.
Winifred Edgerton, wbo received the degree
of doctor of philosophy, cum laude, from Colum
bia College, in New York, is the first woman to
obtain a degree from that institution. She is
twenty-four years old, and was gradnated from
Wellesley College in 1883, since which time she
has pursued a course of astronomical and math
ematical studies at Columbia.
A Wisconsin lumberman was canght by a roll
ing log, the other day, and held so fast that be
was unable to get away. He yelled in vain for
help. While lying there a Mg bear came up to
him. He drew Ms revolver and fired six shots,
killing the bear, and these shots were heard by
a lumberman, who went to see wbat was going
on, and released the prisoner.
There is a Washington Territory girl who
seems to have peculiar notions of breach-of-
promtse cases, for she tnreatens to sue her own
father for breach of promise. She exolatns that
the old gentleman first gave hts consent to her
marriage with her lover and then withdrew it,
and that in consequence her beau got tired of
waiting and has gone off with anotber girl.
“Long” John Wentworth, of Chicago, being
asked the secret of his good health and long
life, said to a Iriend tbe other day, that he had
made it a point to eat when he was hungry,
drink when ue was thirsty, and sleep when he
was sleepy. He rises when oc gets ready. He
eats anything he wants. Once tie !":ed whisky,
but he found It too powerful and gave It up.
Now he drinKS Rhine wine and two gallons ol
water a day.
At a recent meeting of the Chautauqua Circle
Fred Cook read an essay on ‘-Whittier,” in
which he stated that one authority gave 1807 as
the year of the poet’s birth and another gave
1809 . in order to decide the matter he wrote to
Mr Whittier and received the following answer:
"Danvers, Mass , 5 29, '86 ~b~.ar Friend
i si say positively, from my personal knowl
edge, when i ' ... 1 my m j .» to,a rue
it was on tae 17.h ot D^cemoe^, 1S07, and .she
was 3 very uuchlul woman, l am truly yeur
friend, J. G. Whittier.”
Thd good'y if not very Godly city, New York,
has just voted $5 000 for tne purchase of a hippo
potamus, to be placed in Central Park. A oar
iron t^ar cage, In which to exhibit over-tbe-wail
bankers, boodle aldermen and sucb, would not
cost half so much as a hippopotamus, would
draw forger crowds and have a better effect.
To out Ward, Fish, Jaehne, Warner, Budden-
siek, and all that class of long reacbers Into a
cage on stilts or wheels, so the admiring public
could look upon them in the park each Sunday,
would be like daisies around a pan of cool but
termilk—sometMng attractive to healthful deli
ciousness.
QUIZ COLUMN.
Peanuts.
W. D, Okolona, Miss.: Desires to know
where he can get some Spanish peanuts, and
also price of the same.
Write to some leading grain honse in New Or
leans. If any of our readers can Inform W. D.
we would be pleased to hear from them.
Yankee, etc.
Dude, Valdosta, Ga.: Wishes to know the
origin of the word “Yankee,” and also “ Who bit
Billy Patterson?”
Tbe word originated In New England as early
as 1713, and meant “excellent, good,” ete.; As,
yankee good horse, yankee good rider. In time
it was applied to all New Englanders and their
peculiar ways, notions. Ideas, closeness, sharp
ness, and their bigotry and fanaticism In gen
eral. “Billy Patterson” originated In Franklin
eounty, Ga., so said. Story is too long to telL
Has been published In the papers time and
again.
Illiterate.
8. B. J., Pikerilte, Tenn.: “What per cent, of
the entire population ot the globe is illiterate?"
Don’t know, but we should say about 75 or 80
per cent.; that is, from onr idea of tbe now Illit
erate as compared with our civilization. Hall-
civilized nations have schools, snch as we find
in China, Arabia, Egypt, etc. A certain class
are educated, bnt not the great majority, as
with us. Someof tbe brightest minds of the
world are CMnese, bnt few would beUeve it un
less they have read as to Chinese scholarship,
which Is astonishing and wonderful.
Canning; Fruit.
Subscriber, Augusta, Ga., “writes for Infor
mation and desires to know if there Is any book
written treating as to ho w to can fruit and vege
tables?”
We do not at this time call to mind
any hook on that subject. Call on your book
sellers In Augusta, and they will tell you If any
one can.
Subscriber, Vicksburg, Miss.: "Desire us to
publish the first Invention of the locomotive.”
We would say that it would be dull reading to
onr subscribers, as the whole thing can be read
In any encyclopedia. The first locomotive In
America was about 1829. See encyclopedia.
There has been a wonderful development since
that day, from five to fitly miles an hour.
Fruits.
Mrs. W., Talleysville, Va.: “Wants to know
11 It will injure raspberry vines to hand weed In
the spring, if done early.”
Weeding is good at all times. “ When should
the new shoots be thinned out?” In the (all,
for all growth hat gives strength to roots.
“Should strawberry plants have the runners
removed while bearing?” We would cat off
the runners after bearing, for the runners hat
give strength to the old root*. Get a book on
the subject.
Found Them,
J. A.H., DaMonega, Ga.: “Says he has
found the three words In tne English language
endlngin cion, viz: Scion, Saspiclon, Coercion.”
Thanks tor your Information. Yon deserve
credit for your search through the dictionary.
After Information.
A subscriber, Wake Forrest, N. C., asks the
folio wit-g questions: “Where and at what price
can I obtain a book on the Ku-Klnx organiza
tions?’’
No such ever published, but there were Con.
greseional investigations relative to snch organ
izations. Write to yonr member of Congress
from your Congressional district and ask Mm to
send yon the hooks published, If to be had.
“Where and at what price can I obtain a pair
of gold fish?”
Write to New York or Philadelphia, and di
rect yonr letter to proprietor of aquarium, and
some aquarlst will get It and giro you all the in
formation desired.
“Is Maj. John W. Daniel, of Virginia, consid
ered to he the finest orator In America?”
He ranks very high as an orator, bnt as to be
ing the finest, or greatest, or most eloquent, he
Is not. No one man can be the greatest In such
gifts, any more tban any one woman can rank
as the handsomest, or one rose surpass all oth
ers; nature Is too prodigal of its gifts for that,
and there Is no mental gift that cannot be
matched. We all have onr strong points and
peculiar expressions, be they what they may.
Lithograph Likeness of Lee and
Others.
A. J Stone, Cameron, Texas, wishes to know
where be can obtain steel engravings orlitho,
graphic likenesses of Robert E. Lee, Jefferson
Davis and Stonewall Jackson. Will some one
inform him?
Are Taylor and Duke Dead?
I see It published in tbe last issue of the 8.8.,
and have seen It In another paper, that General
Richard Taylor, eon of President Taylor, Is
bnllding a canal near New Orleans; and that
General Basil W. Duke is editing a newspaper
in Louisville, Kv. I read ot the death of the
former at New York City, a few years since;
and also of the decease ot the latter recently at
Louisville, Ky. Please answer as to the above,
in theQiiz Comma of the next Issue of yonr
paper, W. L. M.
The Longest Word.
Mittie, Shreveport, La., says: “In yonr Issue
of April 3d some one asked you for tne longest
word in the English language. Yon gave them
five, viz.: Phlloprogeniiiveness, Incomprehen
sibleness, disproportionablenees, trans-substan
tiation is ts ; and last, but not least, by two let
ters, ‘ Subsoj-ibefortheSuNNY South,” which, If
not the longest word, is certainly a very com
mendable one.
Now, my friend, It yon’ll refer to Act V. of
“Love’s Labors Lost” yon will find the word
“honoriflcabillty-dinltatlbas.” which contains
twenty-seven letters, and the longest word In
the English language.
Will yon please tell me how long since the
German (the dance) was first introduced Into
America? Yon will oblige a devoted reader of
your excellent paper.”
Newnan, ga.
Mb. Editor: Here Is the piece that A. M.,
et Augusta, desires. I am glad to be able to
furnish it to yon from my scrap book:
Make me no vows of constancy, dear friend,
To love me, though I die, thy whole life long,
And love no other till thy days shall end—
Nay, it were rash and wrong.
If thon canst love another, be it so;
1 would not reach out of my qniec grave
To hind thy heart It it should choose to go;
Love should not be a slave.
It wonld not make me sleep more peacefully
That thou were wasting all tny life in woe
For my poor sake; what lore thou hast for me
Bestow it ere I go!
Carve not upon a stone when I am dead
The praises which remorseful moaruers give
To women’s graves—a tardy recompense—
But speak vneoi while I live.
Heap not the heavy marble on my head
To shut away the sunshine and tne dew;
Let small blooms grow there, and let grasses
wave,
And rain-drops filter through.
Tuou wilt meet many fairer and more gay
Than I, hut, trust me, thou canst never find
One who will love ana serve thee night and day
With a more single mind.
Forget me when I die! Tbe violets
Above my rest will blossom jnst as bine,
Nor miss thy tears; e’en nature’s self forgets;
Bnt while I live be true)
Feb. 1st, 1886.
Respectfully,
Bubt Bat.