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THE SUNNY SOUTH, ATLANTA. GA., SATURDAY MORNING. JANUARY 8, I887. PUBLIHUEir EVER* SATURDAY BUSINESS OEE1CE 21 MAH1ETT \ ST. J. H. SEALS, - - - - - EDITOR. Terms: Tun doller* per Annum One duller fur Six Month, Advertising: Ten cents per Line. S**vent>-tive cents per Inch tST“Sa''*criheni ahoiiid always give the name of the postoflice to which their papers are sent. Serious delays and itincuntctea are apt to follow a disregard of this rule Among thousands of subscribers it is difficult to hud a paticnUr imnw without a certain binviide* of the pottoffico address • If you wbh your p*t er disomtiuned or changed address a t^ard to this < ttice and not to traveling •gents, and name both offices. TO CONTRIBUTORS. Wei ‘e iu plainly or (wrn'Wr on on* sole of the paper, atvi use paper of medium weight. Do not. rod your MSS. Fold them flatly, a rolled page it troublesome both to rentier and printer l.fter size paper it mott preferred. It it well to write the name Of the MSS. at. the top of each page-, the pages thonld be carefully nit-altered aecortiing to their regular eegnence. The writer', real name and ret- idenee thonld he written on the MS*., at tettert are sometimes mitplaaed. If a nom de plume it uted, U thonld he wri'ten directly under the title. It mutt he dittinctlg stated whether pay u expected for MSS tent in. We cannot return MSS., nor be responsible for them, whensent in v duntarily unless specially re quelled to do to and in such cases stamps must be inclosed The writer should always keep a copy. Address nil lntten concerning the paper and make *“ I * >Rble *° J. H. SEALS ft OO.. Atlanta. U> Happv New Year. The SuNirv South sends greetings to every one of its countless readers and wishes each a happy and prosperous year. We have no platitudes to offer, no sentimental gush over the dead year nor for the “Anno Domini” that is now installed for a twelvemonth. Just let us all— “Ring out the old, ring in the new, King happy bells across the snow; The year is gone, let him go Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, King in the common love of good” For the old year we adopt the rambling farewell reflections of the “Rambler” and say: Good bye, old year ! Good-bye, thou grey beard that hath grown so old in a tw;lvemontb; thou that came to us, radiant, bright-faced and young three hundred and sixty-live days ag' ne, gooil-bye! Vade in pare. Thou hast served thy purpose well, and thou const go to thy grave mourned, honored and sung by those, who, in remembering thy joys, forget thy sor rows. Altogether thou hast been a highly re spectable old year. Peace and Prosperity have been doing business at the old stand, and the nation’s escutcheon has not been appreci ably tarnished. Old year, thou hast carried some of our great ones to the grave, and for this we execrate thee; but thou hast also sent many of our dishonest ones to the penitentiary and for this accept our gratitude. Trade has been lively and money is getting plentiful com pared to what it was a year ago. We do not care about this ourselves, butfor those who do, we tli ink thee. There have been rumors of wars during thy life; but no wars worth mentioning, havr occurred, - ’nrtnec' twiipwr- » wars, Libcily has been placed upon tie pedestal, ana Mr Cleveland has taken himself a wife. Congress has sat, and the standing army lias stood around as usual. The dude has exhibited symptoms of reform, and Anglomania has shown signs of subsiding —two more boons for which we thank thee. Violet Cameron has come and gone, and there have been many lovely scandals; we tbank thee for these, too, old year. In fact, many things have happened, which lack of space prevents our mentioning; but for which we are ail much obliged. Old year, we would that we could have over again all the fun that we have had during thee; but we would kick like Sain llill against doing thy work over again, and suffering the losses, the jiltings and the headaches that thou hast vouchsafed. Old year, tala!” For the new year we have congratulations for its triumphal arrival. I; has come and been successfully crowned, and its iron sickle will execute its decrees among men whether we approve or object. So we will let the young king have his way. But we can form good resolutions. We can swear off from bal habits, from strong drink, from everything that is wrong and hurtful, and resolve to do only that which is good and pleasing in the sight of God and man. And among all of your best resolutions, let every one resolve to subscribe for the Sunny South for 1887, and see that his neighbors and the “rest of mankind’’ do the same. May peace be witli you and happiness and prosjierity attend you. Cross and Ring. This thrilling and absorbing story begins in this issue. See the opening chapter on 2nd page- Send For Sample Copies. All orders for sample copies of the Sunny South will be cheerfully filled free of cost. Illicit Distillers. Out at 1,214 illicit distillers arrested last year in the United States, 1,0:18 were captured in Georgia. How monstrous dry enforced ab stinence makes folks. Our Mrs. Bryan. Our popular and accomplished Mrs. Belle Abbott, of Atlanta, gave to our Mrs. Bryan, on the evening of the :!rd inst., an elegant, re ception, where the latter received her many Atlanta friends. Mrs. Bryan is now connected witli a New York house. Hearthstone Studies by Mrs. Hussey. In our next issue Mrs. Nora L. Hussey of Columbus, Ga., one of our most talented and cultured southern women, will begin a series of deeply absorbing articles Hnder the above title. She is an original thinker and a grace ful and pleasing writer. American Whisky. An immense quantity of American whisky goes to foreign ports; for instance, Hamburgh 182,000 gallons, Marseilles 505,000, Seville 857,000, and Valencia 207,000. But we don’t lose it. It all comes back as fine Rhine wine, Claret and Sherry. The Installment Flan. The ‘ installment plan ’ seems to be on “on a boom” in New York, and almost everything in the furniture and house-furnishing lines can be purchased on small weekly payments. Even dentists in Brooklyn are filling and putting in new teeth on the installment plan, and re port that it works well. Prohibition in Kansas. Congressmen Ryan, of Kansas, said to a re- ]>orter the other day that the prohibition law in his state, “was an experiment at first, but it has proven a most successful one;” that the people “are more than pleaded with it;” and that “the prohibition sentiment has gained strength constantly since we have had the op portunity to see just what prohibition will do.” The Wrong Man Killed. How comes it that in a riot the man killed is pretty neatly always a spectator, having nothing to do with the row. In the famous Astor Place riots in New York many years ago the dead tumbled down off of lamp posts and out of windows where they had gone only to see. In the firsi of the Berlin riots in ’48, the first man shot by the soldiery was a labor er peeping round a corner, and now the sole victim of the San Francisco riot is “a farm hand, recently from the country, and merely a spectator at the scene of the trouble.” Who will say that women alone are curious? A King Wanted. The Bulgarian Sobranje is hard put to it to find a king. It has had up a standing notice of “wanted” for over six months, and yet no satisfactory applicant appears. When a can didate does present himself, some one orother of the Great Powers objects. The whole thing reminds us of a lot of madcap girls discussing a beau. One finds Iiis feet too big, another liishair too red, a third says his nose turns up, and a fourth that his eyes are green. At the end of this board of survey, the poor beau is presented with a mitten instead of a rosebud, just as the Sobranje kinglings are given a pass port in lieu of a crown. Republican Government in France. It does not argue much in favor of the sta bility of republican government in France that the nr v '»na' '.egisl dure is treated as superior to tlieVTiiiiet if tiie President. The result of this poficy is that whenever the cabinet fails to command the support of a majority of the ■ mpAihenf rfat’lll 1'fidflilt’irf *v~|- -* 1 measure it may propose, the membei s resign and the President calls upon some statesman to form a new cabinet. The practical working of this policy is that since May, 1873, Fr has had sixteen premiers and nineteen cabi nets. This setting up and knocking down cabinets with such bewildering rapidity is well calculated to weaken the confidence of the people in republican government. Radical Remedies. In the Prison Congress recently held in this city, the theory was advocated that incorrigi ble criminals should be imprisoned for life. This theory is not new, but has been gaining strength for years and finds advocates among our best men. The mm who is an incorrigible criminal, who simply picks up a life of crime as soon as he is discharged from imprison- n mt, is an unsafe fellow to be turned loose upon a community not only because he goes back to his old habits of preying upon the peo- p e, bnt for the reason that his passion be comes contageous with a large class, and ruin is the result in many, many instances. While reformers in this country are advocating the perpetual imprisonment of the incorrigible criminal, a Belgian reformer haa come to the front advocating the decapitation of incurable drunkards. He is certainly the most radical and effective temperance reformer of the times. The advocating of these reformatory measures moves a Western contemporary to say; “The suggestion of perpetual confinement for the incorrigible criminal and that of decap itation for the chronic inebriate are akin in their ->cope and meaning; each aims to secure a radical remedy for otherwise permanent evils. Both may also be regarded as indicat ing the tendency of public opinion toward such a treatment of acknowledged evils as will elimiuate them in place of temporizing with them. Society is slowly beginning to find that a vast amount of its leniency is misdi rected, and that its use really extends and per petuates the moral maladit s under treatment. “It is not probaole that the communities will attempt to eliminate drunkenness by slaughtering drunkards; the suggestion that this should be done only means that more efficient remedies should be employed in deal ing with this intolerable vice. Drunkenness, when found to be hereditary and chronic, should be obliterated, Btamped out, just the same as is pleuro-pneumonia in cattle, or cholera, by quarantining, or small-pox by iso lation. Exactly the same remedies should be used in the case of hereditary and chronic criminality. In bo-h instances, the effort should be made to prevent the damage which occurs from the freedom allowed these classes in the communities, and also to prevent their perpetuation my marriage. We owe it to our owa safety and comfort to put an end to these elements of vice, and we equally owe the same duty to posterity. Let confinement for life be given to each of these classes when it is abso lutely clear that they are incorrigible, and the result will be their substantial obliteration.” There is a suggestion that should be taken into consideration by reformers who propose to retire both the incorrigible criminal and the incurable drunkard to places where they can not pursue their vocation, and that is that these incurables should be put to work of some kind and that their earnings, above the neces sary expense of their keeping, should go to their families who, in most instances, are de pendent upon them for support. The Bourbons on Second Trial. If one has never learned why it is alleged of the Bourbons that they never forgot, though incapable of learning, he will find out by read ing Lady Jackson’s “Court of the Tuileries.” This book, giving an inside view of the Court of France from the Rest ration in 1814 up to the ab iication of Louis Philippe, does not paint that family in such colors as would make any patriotic Frenchnan eager for tbeir return to power. The horrors of the Revolution ought to have been a warning, not only to all Bour bons, but to all prkices, against the abuse of power. But Louis XVIII., then restored by the bayonets of foreign legions, seems to have regarded ail .he history of those twenty-five troubled years as a warning against subjects rising on their oppressors, rather than a warn ing against rulers oppressing their subjects He began forthwith to re-establish oaj.iavi 'aqt giine and was at no pains to c<-. put’ Anvil and purpose of getting *L‘^EL } ° Religion in Her Silver Slippers. The time has been when in communities nominally ehristian it exposed one to some degree of ridicule to be a “professor of reli gion.” There was in such professioir;some- thing of cant, which the fashionable chose to despise, and of which the serious were a little ashamed. This was a natural result of that rebound from the too rigid enforcement of puritanic rules. We are not threatened witli a return of puritanism. But religion is enjoy ing a popularity that is not likely to elevate its tone. At this day, it is walking in its sil ver slppers and they are out of the fashion who are not in its train . But we fear these fash ionable followers will drag it down rather than be themselves drawn upward. It is a painful fact that all over our country people are more religious than they are moral, we do not know that we exaggerate when we say that the bulk of the violation of decency and law which occur are perpetrated by members of churches. Of course there are in every church, we doubt not throughout the land, some who are striftly moral and live up to the full what they profess. But joined in nomi nal fellowship with these are many who desire the credit that assertiins to being Christians, but are unwilling to make the sacrifices that are required. Too many, after taking upon themselves vows of consecration go on with their schemes of ambition or of gain as if no thought of a higher life had ever entered their minds. Some, we fear a good many—who have been addicted to profanity, falsehood and adultery, make iittle or no effort to break away from these odious vices. As a consequence, the line of distinction between many who pro fess to be Christians, and those who make no such pretensions is by no means well defined. This ail grows out of the fact that “joining” is now much the rage. We have never seen it so much so. From all parts of the country we hear of conversions by the score and by the hundred. Our “brethren in black” take the lead in point of numbers. Since mid summer many of our colored pastors have baptized scores upon scores, untH in some localities there are few adults who have not been baptized. The whites however, are not so badly behind. Scarcely a church can be found which has not had some accessions with in the past few months; some of them a large number. To many, this argues that we are just about having a good time, when courts will have nothing to do, and jails will be use less, we would like to be of this opinion. We woald like to be able to hope that even one half of those who are vowing to turn away from sin and to devote themselves to a better way of living will prove faithful to their obli gations. But we are doubtful, we are fearful that when the reflux wave shall come it will bear us farther backward than we have been carried forward. We do not apprehend the falling into utter dispute of the Christian Reli gion. Bat we do fear that it will be many days before the churches shall be freed from the unfit material that has been introduced into their ranks during this revival season. MIHfL EUGENfi CHEYliEAL OF PAM A Strict Temperance Man; an Author ®ver One Hundred Years Old, Strong and Healthful in Fen and Person. The ‘Sunny South’ Calendar for 1887. The, Sunny Scum is sending out thousands of illustrated calendars—the prettiest ever is sued. Send for one free. A New Year Song. See the beautiful New Year song on the 8th page. Words by Ella Wheeler Wilcox and Music by Burton. Printer’s Ink Lions. Dont fail to read the strong and able article in another column under this heading. It was written by one of the ablest men in the South. Rev. A. A. Lipscomb D. D. It gives us pleasure to announce that this venerable and learned scholar will continue his charming “Musings” in our columns during the current year. He is one of Georgia’s most learned and most beloved citizens. Our Arctic Story or “A Horrible Ex perience.” We have received and are still receiving a great many inquiries about this thrilling story which was discontinued in our columns re cently before completion. It was discontinued because of a disagreement or misunderstanding between the Author and Editor as to the title and manner in which it was to he published. But these differences have been adjusted and we hope soon to publish the concluding chap- Working Womens’ Wrongs. Mrs. Helen Campbell has been investigating the condition of the working women of New York, of whom there are about two hundred thousand, who are compelled to earn a living for themselves and often for relatives who are unable to work. The revelations Mrs. Camp bell makes as to the treatment of these women by many employers is a disgrace to our civili zation. They are forced to work for ruiuously low wages, and in many instances their little earnings are withheld upon one pretext or another that makes the course of the employer simply infamous. Instances are given by correspondents allowing the truth of this charge. A girl working for a dress-maker was sent to deliver a dress and collect §4 for making the dress. It appears there was some old trouble between the woman who received the dress and the employing dress-maker, and the former refused to give back the dress to the girl or pay the 84 demanded. So the dress-maker refused to pay the girl’s wages amounting to $3.50. The girl had a sick father to support and nothing ill the house to eat, and driven almost to desperation, she called a second time to collect her week’s wages, when the dress-maker slapped her in the face, tore her liat from her head, and pulled her hair. Then the law was appealed to and the dress maker had to pay the amount due, with costs, and also had to furnish the girl with a new bonnet. Another instance is given where forty-three cents was due a poor girl for mak ing one hundred and forty-four buttons, and the employer refused to pay after the buttons ) ia d been delivered. “The poor girl had to go hungry to bed that night,” but the next day the employer was made to pay, “for she had felt the strong arm of the law iu that quarter before.” Many instances of even a more distressing character are given, showing a mean, rapa cious spirit oil the part of many employers that ought to be dealt with by the strong hand of the law. “The politicial economists, with their heartless maxims,” says the Cum berland Presbyterian of Nashville, “say, Nothing can be done to remedy the evil. If this be true, then Christianity is a failure. Christianity teaches that men should help one another, that the strong should bear the in firmities of the weak. If all sympathy, char ity, and self-sacrifice are to be left out of polit ical economy, the sooner the science is aban doned the better. Modern society is so consti tuted that thousands of working people are caught and crushed in the wheels of business, and nobody seems to stop to ask what is the matter. The wheels drive on, and lives are crushed without pity. The Church cannot af ford to acknowledge itself helpless at such a crisis as this. Over all the world working peo ple are despairing. Millions are idle and starving. The materialistic philosophy and unbelief are confused and confounded. Shall the Church confess itself defeated f If cold- hearted political economy has no remedy, shall warm-hearted Christianity give up the problem as hopeless?” Christian philanthropy should go to work at once to devise means whereby the working women not only of New York ; but of every city in the country, can be r* lieved from the terrible weight that is crushing them to the earth. . . . . aqt jo K,<r:p omi ysiy oqi were before the great uj^ p;ijCc Cu» »m .mu hij„ to be the same extraviu^™ sr^r^ii sh/i." r ture of the public treas^rag strong to a88ume regard for the burdens of' of ever having seen began to think that the doctriS face she could of kings would never again be caiiT 8 tion. In the meanwhile, however, intrigue was very busy in this re-established court. Ambitious ami greedy politicians were never more thick nor more unscrupulous about ris ing upon each others downfall. While the princes were demeaning themselves as if the old doctrine that people were made for kings to rule, was fully revived, the determination to rebel against this doctrine was only bidden— not cesiroyed. The old king died, asid a new one came. But Charles X. was no better in any respect nor any more disposed to learn than Louis XVIII. had been. Then the other branch of the family was tried, but there was found the same inaptitude for profiting from observation or experience. These thirty-four years of French history, of which Lady Jack- son has given a view from the standpoint of the Tuileries, prove that France may not prom ise her people happiness or prosperity from a restoration of this obdurate family to power. Where Things Are as they Should Be. We have never lived there, it is just beyond us, over in the next county or in the neigh boring State, or beyond the great waters. Like the fabulous base of a rainbow, where bags of gold are to be found, it changes its position rapidly, as we move on in the search and get a wider and still wider range of observation. We hear from sections not many miles away that farming is conducted skillfully and suc cessfully—that land owners control labor and laborers fulfill their contracts—and that large yields of all kinds of produce are not excep tional when however we go there and institute inquiries on the spot, we are informed that we have not reached the place, but that it is cer tainly a little farther on. Some where away, we hear of counties where all the officers per form their duties with efficiency and faithful ness—where there is no misappropriation of the public funds, and the worthiest men are placed in positions of trust. When however we go into one of these and find out something of how matters stand we invariably learn that the place for which we are looking is not here. Some people will tell us that we are in search for Utopia; others however will declare that the good siate of things actually does exist just beyond. We have always been hearing of this place, and we used to conceive that it had some more existence than the fertile fancies of the narrators. We grew very displeased with our own surroundings, sometimes indeed com ing to believe all the world better than the im mediate place of our abode. We have even sometimes imagined that others were exempt from the harassmeuts and vexations that ren dered our lives unhappy. We could not help envying those who could step so easily and gracefully while our own feet were sadly pinched. Still more difficult was it tocheck the rising of this hateful passion, when we saw our neighbors seemingly undisturbed about the question of ways and means, while with all our efforts we could not avoid the grim night mare, Debt. Perhaps our feeling would not be envy but pity. Could we know in full how their affairs stand—that not more nearly with them than with us are things as they should be. The pride which prompts individuals to hide their trials as far as possible, and put on a good face whatever be their troubles, is not a vice. But it often causes them to miss the sympathy which they might otherwise receive. When death dissolves the seeming of superior ity which a vaunted success throws around one, we render the justice which we should do to the living. • * There is now alive and in active professional service in Paris, a distinguished writer, more than one hundred years old. His name is Michel Eugene Chevreal, born August 31, '* *’’ "'shed chemist, being -uiol oq» o, jiuiw uaq , '' “ qauq Suimoo puu p»- be celebrated Vau- aqj 0} SnwS aoq jnoqu uo . \ few inontfes t ,'ouou peq Sop rood society in ' aauq sum p-ieoq which ■Jr— is.--—■ r.'-*'*'—j '* i ilffifiai i'e . oee county seat to anther oralongsc ‘ bottom. aT > s “ 1 have brought out with me nre appearance, we! -trained slow-track dog, " ry new; he re- half biood-hound. He w^ on tbe 8ame g dmary fox-bu’-d and •/ • . .ms i>. a. _ oi which he was then a member, in the year 1811. it was the author whose name is written above. He is a distinguished professor in chemistry as well as a practical operator for many years, having been appointed in the Lycie Charle magne in 1813. In 1851 he was awarded a pre mium at the London exhibition, and in 1852 received the prize of 12,000 francs forbis work whicli we m-ntion in English “Chemical Re searches on the Original Fat of Ani mals.” Its suggestions have been val uable, and gave rise to the manufac ture of Stearine candles. He has distinguished himself by important discoveries in colors. We will not mention the names of tbe many articles he has contributed to the Dictionnaire des Sciences Naturalles; and the Journal ties Savants. In 1850 he published an article of value on the “contrast of coln-s;” in 1804 a contin lation of the same subject on the anpli- cation of colors to the industrial arts, and ou chromatic circles. The Hist-lire des Connaissance Chemiques, pub isked, or commenced in 18:85 h is attracted much attention among learned and practical chemists. In 1873, at the age of 87, and later he was an active and laborious lecturer on chemistry. In 1880 being over 100 years old, he was present and participated in a debate at a m-eting of a scientific society at Paris, and said that he worked a good nntnv hours every day at his labratory, on chemical experiments, and devoted other hours to study. He has stated that his habits are regular and prudent.; lie said recently that he was over 100 years old, had n ver had an attack of sickness in tiis life, had never drank any thing stronger than water, except on one occa sion feeling a little badly, a physician ad vised him to diink some beer. He took a few moderate drinks, it made him feel more unwell, he quit using it, got well and never touched it more. It was the only time he was ever sick, and the only time he ever drank anything stronger than water. Is not this an excellent, and striking argu ment; and physiological evidence in behalf of temperance. We are informed that Prof. Chevreal is a man of high character, as well as of remarkable intellectual and bodily strength, has been successful in bis pursuits, and capable at more than 100 yens ago, of continuous daily mental and bodily toil, with the use of no stronger drink than the pure chemical fluid as itlis distilled only in the great laboratory of nature, and untouchid by the art of man as it sparkles unmined from its own alembic to the rock bound crucibles awaiting man’s use and purpose. We hope his gooa example may be influen tial, ana followed by those whose influence for good will bo exeicised in their respective communities. We think it may be remarked with scientific truth, of which this is but an example that the person devoting his mind to intellectual labor, in which the body of course participates through its in rvous organization does in no sense, mentally or physically, require the stimu ant of strong drink either for sustain ment, or composure. Wm. A uriikr Cocke. Not Dead. Many years ago the London Times printed quite a lengthy notice of the death of an Eng lishman of some celebrity. The gentleman was surprised at this unceremonious taking off of himself, and called at the Times office to have the error corrected, but he was told that the Times never corrected itself. Then the lively corpse inquired if he was to be regarded as dead. “So far as the Times is concerned, you are a dead man,” was the response. It was stated in these columns a few weeks ago that William A. Wheeler was the nnly man living that had been elected Vice President: This paper is not so “stiff-necked” as its London contemporary, and it begs U> say that Hanni bal Hamlin, of Maine, who was elected Vice- President when Lincoln was elected President in 1800, is still living. He is one of those who “never say die,” and now with the snows of seventy-seven winters upon his head, he is represented to be as spry as many who are his junior by fifty years. The force of habit is finely illustrated in his dress, for he still clings to the swallow-tail coat (or rather it clings to him), which was a distinguishing mark of a gentleman of the old school. PKINTER’S INK LIONS. As Went Rome So Goes the Republic of North America. Truth, Right and Justice WiU Have Their Triumph. Editor Sunny South: Two articles in your issue of Saturday, three weeks ago, at tracted my attention, suggesting thoughts which it seemed to me should be deeply pon dered in these days of multitudinous and mul tiform, so-called, great men, and of frenzied eagerness for money getting and aristocratic display. One of the articles referred to, is headed “Famed fora Little,” and the other, “Nothing New Under the Sun.” In the first you give strik ng instances of the fact that some men live in history not so much for the much they may hive done, or said, or written, but rather on account of some one heroic act or fortunate utterance at the opportune time. You conclude the article with the following sentences which are lamentably true: “Amid the thousands who are struggling for fame, lie is to be deemed fortunate who chances to write even one line that the world will choose to remember. Many write away whole barrels of ink without ever making such a fortunate bit.” The inquiry is suggested, why is it that so many struggle in ail the varied fields of human effort for fame, who never reach the lofty summit where her ‘proud temple shines afar?’ And the answer is ready at hand. Most men and women make fame the object, rather than the incident, of their efforts. They strive to meet and satisfy the whims, the selfishness, ihe partisanships and the frivolous vanities, of the age iu which they live, rather than conse crate their aims, and actions to the noble and heroic duties of the hour, even though unpop ular. He who writes, or speaks, or sings, or fights for fame, rarely reaches the coveted goal of his ambition; while he who writes, or speaks, or sings, or fights under the inspiration of a noble impulse, to achieve good, as though impelled by a mission to exalt truth, defend the right, and ennoble humanity, all, uuawares, sooner or later, finds himself gloriously famous. It is high purpose, determined energy and unselfish heroism that give tffe quality of immortality to human utterances and acts. Washington fought not for personal renown, but to redeem his people from oppression and give them lib erty. Thus, he won lustrous glory for him self, which will live forever in history. He nobly achieved victory, grandly waived the scepre, and became immortal! But how few, how very few, has this Republic given to the bright realms of eternal fame! How few real lions, amid the vast multitude of mere printers-ink lions! How, very, very few in this country, now, over a century old, have gone int i her history, embalmed in the love of a grate ul people. How few, who have refused to bend the knee to power, and wealth, that thrift might follow fawning! And yet, how rnaiy there be, who have been con tent to flutter their brief hour on the stage in tiie glittering but false sunlight of a purchased roautat ou, thus, aligning themselves with that class of whom Milton says; “They cast to get themselves a n ime, Regardless, whether good, or evil fame!” This train of reflections leads naturally to enough, the thought contained in the artic e headed “Nothing New Under the Sun.” In that article it is shown that many hundreds of years ago the Republic of Rome had its mill ionaires then, as this ltep iblic has its million aires now; and that it is but another instan :e of “history repeating itself.” Though Rome was given too much to war, and conquest, ye;, for a long time her constitution and laws pre served harmony and fairness of internal ad ministration, by holding the balances evenly poised between the I’atriciins and the l’lebi- ans. But. ere long, it became a Republic only in name. The Senate fell into the hands and con trol of the Patricians. The body of the peopie whose labor on the farms and in the work-sh ops, and heroic valor on the battle fields had achiev ed thewealth and strength of the nation, were refused and denied fair participation in the ft nits of their toil and heroism, and heavily taxed beside, to support the government in its lawless and unjust extravagance. Then it was, thpJsUie Republic began to fall into decay follflt—- the demand of the rich Jo empire, which came; and thin, the ultimate irresistible decline of popular ! enthusiasm and spirit, accompanied by rapid decadence down into the ignorance poverty, c hue, anarchy and gioom of the Dark Ages! Yes; history re peats itself! And now we have oir rich bond holding millionaires occupying most of tl e ■teats in our National Senate and many in the House, while poor men almost cease to expect preferment or official position of any kind, any more. And it is said that the Secretary of State, has declared that men with out means need not apply for foreign missions or consulates ; while oniy a few years back, a leading paper in New York, declared that laboring men in this coun try, must make up their minds to be contiiit with no more wages than European laborers are paid—thus, paving the way here for the usages usurportions and wrongs of aristocracy anil monarchy .in the|ol(ljworld!Aiid thus history repeats itself! As went the Republic of Rome so goes the Republic of North America. There lias been for several years past, a steady de cline in general prosperity, a rapid increase of p -verty among the laboring masses wiio make all the wealth ;and as to them,consequent crushed spirits, loss of cheerful energy and an almost certain and hopeless march to ineata ble serfdom. But is the ease hopeless? Is this to be the bumilatingend of the great Republic framed by our immortal fathers f jr us? Let those, whose selfish greed imperils our public liberties remember that while Rome was top pling to her fall, an illustrious personage came upon the scene, and the leven of the great doctrine he taught and principles hepro- mulga.ed is moving still on the surface and through the waves of popular thought and sen timent, and far sooner than they now suspect, truth will and, right must, and justice shall, have tbeir triumph, for “There is a divinity that, shapes our ends, Rough hew them, how we will.” Laborer. MUSINGS OF MY EVENTIDE. Character of Lady Macbeth—A Study in Mental Physiology. BY REV. A. A. LIPSCOMB, D. D. Oleomargarine. The first case under the oleomargarine stat ute has just occurred before a United States Judge in Philadelphia. The offender was a grocer who had sold sundry cases of the article not marked as the law prescribes. Now, what is olemargarine, and what the statute relative thereto? An act of Congress approved Aug ust 2, 1886, thus defines the article: “Certain manufacture i substances, certain extracts, and certain mixtures and compounds, including such mixtures and compounds with butter, shall be known and designated as ‘oleomarga rine,’ namely, all substances heretofore known as oleomargarine, oieo, oleomargarine-oil, but- terine, lardine, suine, and neutral; all mix tures aud compounds of oleomargarine, oieo, eloemargariue-oil, butterine, lardine, suine, and ieutral; all lird extracts and tallow ex tracts; and all mixtures and compounds of tallow, beef-fat, suet, lard, lard-oil, vegetable- oil, amiotto, and other coioriug matter; intes tinal fat, and offal fat made in imitation or semblance of butter.” This is not a very lucid explanation, but enough appears to inform us that oleomarga rine is a counterfeit butter, made out of a long list of unsavory substances, to-wit, butterine, lardine, suine, neutral, lard extracts, tallow extracts, tallow, beef-fat, suet, lard, lard oil, vegetable oil, intestinal fat, and last but not least, offal fat! Fhew 1 what a tatter demalion array of smells and stenches, and yet science will take this gruesome catalogue, aud, by disinfecting and deodorizing and dyeing, turn out a sancti fied looking substance which human beings will eat. Let us talk no more of the Digger Indian’s roast dog and the Chinaman’s rat ragout, when Congress has to legislate on oleo margarine. The law imposes a tax of two cents per pound on this ambrosial prepara tion; and, with a grim sense of humor, further provides that it may be exported free, but, when imported, shall be liable to a duty of 15 cents, as much as to say it is a very good ar ticle to send out of the country and a very bad one to bring in. j FOURTEENTH paper. Why does Sir.ikspeare, surcharged with in tensity of emotional life from the opening line in the tragedy of Macbeth, delay tiie introduc tion of Lady Macbeth to the Fifth Scene, First Actt Obviously, there were dramatic reasons; but., back of .hese lay the analytic logic of the movement which merited special recognition as the science of his art. Moreover, it is the later Shakspeare who comes before us here, and, hence, the instinct of genius has taken on educated culture and submitted its natural fervor to the exactions of taste and philosophy. He is Shakspeare still—matured and chas tened by maturity, the fruit ripened, but mel lowing in the sunshine. The Hamlet except ed, it may fairly be supposed that Macbeth is the most conspicuous example of close union between obstruction and synthesis. Particu larly in this drama, he has respect to the econ omy of attention as connected with emo tional activities. To do this most effectively, he gives due considt ration to time, place, and circumstance, and to the laws of association both in ideas and feelings. I Mainly, then, Lady Macbeth is kept back for a purpose and the purpose is fully vindicated in the success of the poet’s constructive art. She appears on the arena of action at the precise conjuncture when her character and agency can be best understood, felt, and ap preciated. The way has been prepared for her appear ance. You know on what an exceptionally high level the tragedy has begun and proceeded. The eagle has sprung in sadden swiftness from his Alpine ej rie and dared the towering bights remote above Iiis pinions. But he is no stranger in that upper air, and his breathing is calm and full, while the s .roke of bis wings is in measured rythm. You know too how clear ly the formative thought of this drama has been set forth. You have the wild tumultuous scene; Scotland in one of her picturesque miniatures; the stern landscapes of the High lands when there were tabernacles of awe and superstition to that old Scotch-celtic imagina tion, which fed to unsated reflection on its phantasmal wonders. And you have the broad heath, the heavens in thunder snd light ning aud stormy wind, the day of battle, the sunset of blood and the triumph of King Duncan’s forces. And fur ther, you have the Weird’s Sisters and the op portune trial of their infernal arts on the two chieftains, Macbeth and Banquo, just at the hour when th-se victorious soldiers would be most sensitive to imaginative illusions. Again you have the contrasted effects of these Imper sonations of Hellish Evil on the two warriors; and what a coloring of truth has been lent to their revelations by tiie honor, Duncan lias bestowed upon Macbeth. All these are given with a vividness unusual with Shakspeare in his most graphic int roducl ions. Descend he must from this altitude, and, moreover, he ( must descend to terra firma in congruity with that specialty of impression already made. What then is the problem immediate to the urgency? The preternatural has been display ed in the persons of the Weird’s Sistersand they have done their initial work, not as Charles Lamb argues in originating the conception of Dun ;an’s murder in Macbeth, but parleying with him and stimulating his fancy as one who lias already entertained the murderous idea. The thought is in germ, but it needs develop ment, and the Sisters have come for this purpose. They have executed their mission and retired. But, as yet, the will of Macbeth has not been won over, nor, indeed, iiavc his feelings coiioented to the deed; the generous sensibilities of the man, the liege sentiment of Feudalism in him, to which Blackstone refers, and the “double trust” ac knowledged by Macbeth, are resisting factors, clearly, then, another influence as to specific quality and home-bred associations must come into play. The preternatural must shade off into the natural, and the cast of the movement must so far change, as that, without losing sight of the diabolic spirit of the Sisters and j their inceptive part in the play, we shall occu- I py firm ground as to liumsu agency in the out- i — ■jbjflo. qLjiie.jilfl’.s'.accordingly, it I wuuia seem as tuTaigh Miaiftipeare had kept Lady Macbeth as a potent reserve till the exi gence of the battle demanded her appearance in complete panoply. And so, forsooth, she comes at the precise time and in the exact way, to vary the move ment while retaining its essential features of startling energy and unparalleled determina tion. The whole scene is instantly human ized and we are domesticated in a home aid with a woman in that home, so that the ques tion passes out of mind: “What are these So withered and so wild in their attire That look not like the inhabitants of the earth And yet are on it.” The straggle must be a fair one, ethically just, poetically just, with no overweighting ou the side of fatalism, but a real human conflict and so p 'rtrayed as to engage our sympathies along with our sense of the eternal order and fitness of things. But we need not idealize the approaching Lady Macbeth further than to say, that in so far as palpable human mo tives and incitements aie involved, she is a most definite and vigorous antithesis a perfect contrast in her art and method—to the Sis ters. So that Shakspeare gives over the earlier Macbeth of the Weirds, inoculated by their poison but latent as yet, to the practical man ipulation of his wife, who is pre-destined to be arbitress of the issue. She comes unheralded but not without a certain stateliness that im presses one as her birthright. Macbtth has forwarded hei a letter, telling her of the Sis ters’ “perfectest report” and that they had “more in them than mortal knowledge.” His Wife’s Queer Little Laugh. A Lewiston (Me.) business mail’s wife has been away on a visit to the old home in an other city, says the Journal. He has lived during her absence ostensibly at home, but really has been living on porter-house steaks at the hotel, and had just been elected presi dent of a new whist club, in which he had a young, red-cheeked girl for a partner; and while, of course, he deeply regretted the en forced absence of his own dear wife, he was managing to get along without pining away rapidly. The other night he and his roseate partner had just swept the board. They had had a thirteen-trick hand, and the rest of ihe table was nowhere. The Lewiston man went home at 10:30. Things looked just the same. He composed himself to write his customary letter, begin ning: “It is now 8:30 o’clock. I have just come in from my work on the books. I am awfully tired, dear, and miss y >u so much. I don’t want to hurry you home, and I want you to stay as long as you feel like it, this time, for l shall not want to let you leave me again,” etc., etc. ' He finished the letter, and stamped and di rected it, and then took a look at the starlit evening, and, thinking he would finish his cigar (lie never used to smoke in the house), walked out to the corner. When he got back he heard a rustle iu the dining-room and looked in. The light had been moved. There was a head bending over the light. His wife’s smiling face looked up out of the radiance be neath the shade and greeted him. She was reading the letter. His heart dropped down his trousers leg. He felt like death. “I’m reading a charming letter from you,” said she. “So kind of you!” It sounds like those you used to write before we were married.” The lady read it through, and then read it aloud. “If she’d only a’got mad, I’d been all right,” said the Lewiston man Tuesday, ‘ but she didn’t; she laughed. Every one of my yarns twisted her up and she laughed until it made me sick. I never got such a roast, and the worst of it is I’ve lost all of my reputation for veracity. If I say I am going 10 the lodge, she lets out one of them laughs and I stay at home. If I say I have been making up a trial balance at the office and it kept me late, she draws that laugh on me and 1 wilt. It’s terrible. I feel meaner every day. If it keeps on, I’ll have to fix it up with a sealskin cloak. It’s my last resort, but if this thing keeps on and worst comes to worst, I’ll have to stop taking degrees and ante on the sealskin.” While we are sending missionaries to heath en lands to convert the benighted of those re gions, the tables are about to be turned upon us, for a Buddhist lecturer from India has ar rived in New York to lecture in support of his religious belief. The Christian Register gives this good rule how to encourage a minister: “Don’t dis courage him!” Would not the rule apply as well to the laity? And in fact to every calling and profession, whether religious or secular I Blind Tom, the famous negro pianist, has been adjudged insane at the instance of his mother. It is a novel question how an idiot can become insane. Friday, which is regarded by many even is this enlightened age as an “unlucky day,” played a conspicuous part in the year 1886.The year began on a Friday and ends on a Friday. There were four months of the year with five Fridays each, and the year had fifty-three Fri days. The moon changed five times on that day, and the longest and shortest days of the year were both Fridays. Tennessee is giving additional evidence of being a famous State. A local paper states that there is a family living in Dickson county who are in good circumstances and have abun dant means with which to buy anything they may want, yet they have never owned a news paper, stove, coffee-mill, looking-glass, clock, or watch. Next! Some medical writer says sleeplessness is often caused by hunger, and that a tumbler of milk, if drank in the middle of the night, will often put people to sleep when hypnotics would fail of their purpose. The old poet declared that, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” but in making this assertion he may have only exercised “the poet’s license;” but when Ella Wheeler Wilcox declares that “a wronged woman is the most dangerous type of human nature,” she being a woman, may be pre sumed to know whereof she affirms. One day Nilsson was asked, so a Paris letter says, her secret for continued youth and ad miration, when she promptly replied, “I know of but one talisman-will.” Rev. Wilburn F. Craft, recently declared that •-women owes everything to Christianity, and that it was only after tbe rise of that re ligion that she attained proper recognition.” the Jewish Messenger takes the reverend gen tleman sharply to task for this assertion. “Evidently,” it says “Mr. Crafts ignores the Old Testament and the position of women among the Jews. The Hebrew ideal of a wom an as told in the Proverbs, has perhaps never been surpassed, and Old Testament heroines, like Miriam, Deborah, Esther, were scarcely in need of Rev. Mr. Crafts’ instruction to teach them faith, courage, and moral strength,” Anti-Sabbatarian views show growth in un expected Quarters. For instance, one would hardly lojjk from such views to come from “.icetrrarfl^ iuj ”51 VripA: inr-’“ ningham told the Scotch farmers that they were foolish not to take advantage of a fine Sunday to get in their crops. Archdeacou Blount at the recent York diocesan confer ence, said that the movement for Sunday ob servance “ought to be opposed unsound and unwise.” And he added that “he had no wi-h to go hack to the old puritan Sunday, with its gloomy austerity, its rigid formalism its bigoted uncharitablencss,and its oppressive savor of Sabb it arianism.” The Grant Monument. It is reported that the committee organized immediately after the death of Gen. Grant to collect funds and erect a monument to the memory of the ex-l’resident, which was to cost one million dollars, has in its hand 1123,709. It is thought that this is all that can be raised, and the committee is reported as being on the point of deciding to go ahead and build such a monument as that sum will secure. This is a melancholy fizzle compared with the magnifi cent project contemplated at the outset. It will not do to let such projects drag. The further people get from a man’s death the less are they inclined to honor his memory when their purses suffer by the operation. DUTY. N ’verdld artist execute work Tbit looked in bis own eyes peifeeted; Never adsy drew to Its elose But It snwsonw duty neglected Euobnb Ashton. Practicing for Base Ball. The great art in base-ball is for the pitcher to throw the ball so the batter ought to hit it, and can’t. Some of the batters attain great skill, but the advantage, on the whole, is de cidedly with the pitcher. This is so much so, indeed, that the head-men of the game have recently made some new rales, intended to equalize the chances. We hear that the pitchers are busy practicing under the new rules for the next season’s campaign, and here, again, the advantage is with them. It is easy for a pitcher to chalk out a space on the wall and practice at it all winter, until he could almost knock out a fly’s eye, but how can the baiter bat a fellow not there to be batted? The Old Bell and the New Year. Philadelphia, Jan. 1.—The big bell in the tower of Independence Hall rang out the old year at midnight with one hundred and eleven strokes, this being the one hundred and elev enth year since the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Although it was sleeting and raining and the streets were full of mud aud slush, thou-ands of men and women stood opposite the old State House and listened to the bell. Many boys and girls dressed in fan tastic costumes and wearing masks, paraded Chestnut street. The tin horns, which in past years have made New Year’s eve hideous, were conspicuous by their absence and silence, the Mayor having issued an order declaring them a nuisance. Childhood’S Chincapin Days. BY QUILIBKT. In the chincapin days of my childhood In my cSlidrib, merry plays I > waddled along by tbe wllawood la ch idbooa’s cbiucapln days. In the chincapin days of my childhood Wnlle tbe oirds sang their beam! ul lays, If.auied o’er tbe hills in die Wildwood In childhood's chincapin days. In the cbiucapln days of my childhood In Ihe warmth of autnmnal rays ' I plucked sweet flowers from the wlldwcod In ebilanood’s chincapin days. In theobincapindayaof my childhood Ai the butterfly flit In Its ways. I coased U far In tbe wtldwooa In childtood’s chincapin days. In tbe cblneapln days of my ebUdhood. By tbe rill Id Ha winding wavs. I had a Utile mill near the Wildwood In etildhood’s cblneapln days. In tbe eblneanin dun of ay childhood From hills, hedges and by ways/^ I gathered tbe rtunes In tbe Wildwood In ehlidhooo’s ohlnoapa days. And tbe ehlnenptn day* of ay child hoi d Hack to it my memory strays. And 1 ILIuk wllhdelUht ofthewtldwocd And chbAar-cc’t cklneapta Ssyr.
