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THE SUN NT SOUTH, ATLANTA, GA, SATURDAY HORNING, FEBRUARY 26,1887, S NOGTES MEHORABILES. “BY B. B.” Dramatis Personce. 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 un certain. The Imp—landlady’s hopeful, age irrelevant. Time—Night. Scene—Bachelor’s Apartments in a Down- street Boarding House. Our Portrait Gallery. PORTRAITS AND BIOGRAPHIES OP DISTINGUISHED MEN AND WOMEN. [Copyrighted by Author. AU rights reserved.] THE(oi/NTFlY Philosopher The Meridian sun is shining. The balmy air is full of odors—odors of sweet flowers that have come forth to tell us that spring has come. Peach and plum and cherry trees are in full bloom and the flower gardens are bright with jonquils and jessamine. A kind lady sent me a boquet of sweet violets, and I shall mail them to Mrs. Arp and illust)ate my Jcn- tinued ioyal y that neither latitude nor longi tude can lessen. Meridian ladies are charm ing, and I love to look at them, of course. Sweet ladies, sweet birds and sweet flowers Have not lost their sweetness to me, but whenever I see them I want to go homf, and that is the best sign of loyalty that 1 know. I left Mrs. Arp in trouble. She was greatly perplexed, for she had to mtve and I was not there to plan and to help. It is a big thing to move. We made a start the morning I come away. We loaded two wagons and couldn’t miss anything hardly. It is a good thing to have a house full of plunder, but it is an awful thing to move They say that three moves are equal to a fire, but with careful hands I don’t think we will lose much. I sent to Rome for Tip—the faithful Tip—who has moved more Homans than all the rest, and knows exactly how to do it, and I tried to per suade Mrs. Arp to go to town and stay away until the transfer was over and everything was arranged in our new home, but she wouldn’t surrender. It will take all the week, I reckon. Our grown up daughters are off on a month’s visit, our grown up boys have all left us, and Carl and Jessie are in town at school, and so there was nobody left but the paternal and maternal ancestors. Just two— only two—to sit at the table at meal time. < )ne at the head and the other at the foot. It is a short table now, and when Mrs. Arp makes my coffee I car take it from her hand. The very blessing that I invoked upon the humble meal sounded lonesome. How we did miss the merry chat of children. How pleasant it is for a numerous family to gather around the morning meal and talk over the work for the day. How welcome are the lamps that light up the evening repast. Mrs. Arp saw she had no appetite and I had no hil arity. It takes more than two to be merry, especially if those two are on the decending grade. We sat by the fire and gazed dreamily at the consuming flames. We pondered over the past with its comforts and its sorrows, and our thoughts were running in the same chan nel. Thirty-eight years we had been mated agd never before had we sat at the table or by the fireside for a whole day by ourselver. And now I was going too. “We can’t stand this,’’said I. -‘We must mcve to town and board our own children. I won’t sleep in this house another week without them. We will move.” How quickly did my wife break from her reverie. With a watery eye and a trem bling voice she said: “Sure enough.” “Yes," said I, “I will go to town in the morning and rent a house. 1 know one we can get." So I went to town and I bought it; a pleasant house with a beautiful oak grove in front and the railroad in full view. By this time every thing is moved, I reckon, and the mother and children are happy. But the old home is not given up. TW„ is our country seat. Our children have been happy there, and they shall bo happy again. We will go out in fruit season and stay a week at a time. Friday evenings I can take the little chaps out and stay until Sunday morning. The orchard and vineyari and fishpond are not to be given up. The squirrels and rabbits and partridges and possums are not to be neglected. < >ld John says he will take keer of everything— mighty good keer. John wanted to buy a shoat, and I gave him one. John wanted to buy a calf and some seed taters and a sheep or two, and when I told him he couldn’t pay for them he said, “I knows I cant, but I ken giv you my note like de white folks do,” and he laugh ed at his own shrewdness. A darky will buy anything he can get on a credit. One wanted to buy my double buggy, and he hasnt got a dollar in the world and never will have, for there is a lien on his crop every year before he makes it, and he always comes out beh nd. Meridian is a progressive town of ten thou sand people and sixty thousand bales. I had no idea of the magnitude of ihis town nor the extent of its business. The railroad shops are here and give employment to five hundred persons. Then there are two compresses and an immense planing mill and a cotton seed oil mill and a cotton factory and the State Insane Asylum and other institutions. They have graded schools and private schools and a fe male college and a benevolent home aud beau tiful churches and prohibition and street cars and other etceteras. It is a harmouous town and everybody talks Meridian. A traveling lecturer encounters many difficulties and has to be a philosopher to keep calm and serene. 1 had to run against a minstrel troupe at Meri dian—a good troupe with a brass band and I wanted to go mighty bad for I have always had a weakness for music. But I reckon the town was big enough for us both for I was honored with the largest audience that I have had in Mississippi. At the pleasant village of Newton I found a host of old Georgia friends. (>ne gray-haired veteran came several miles to see me. His name is T. L. Hammonds and he came here from Monroe county in our State, and is one of the three brothers who was born the same day—triplets—all living—and will be 78 years old next week—all married and have children. This is the lirst case of the kind I have ever known. Cobe always says a couple of pair when he means twins. I wonder what he would call these. Mine host at Newton keeps a model hotel and I paid my bill with uncommon satisfac tion. I say a model country hotel—the best I have ever found, for all the work is done by his pretty daughters, and is done merrily and neatly, and the fare was just splendid. They are not ashamed to help their good parents make a living. They are smart, and pretty and well behaved. How gladly would I wel come them as my daughters-in-law, for I would then know that my boys were safe. Safe from want and safe from social folly. I found an old college mate here—Bolton—Corporal Bol ton we used to call him. We had not met for 40 years and it was a treat to us both. How gushingly we talked over college memories and discoursed of the living, and lamented the dead. These old Georgians ask many ques tions about theii old acquaintances which I cannot answer, but some I can, and it pleases me to give them comfort. I leave Newton with kind memories. I have not often found a community so he melike and hospitable and so contented with their unpretending town and its prospects. Peace be with New ton. SIXTH SIGHT. Detectives Discharged. Collector Magone, of New York, has made a good beginning of warfare against the sys tem of detectives who do not detect, but con ceal, by abolishing the so-called detective bu reau of the eighth division. The recent whole sale robberies of goods frem the storehouses, which have been allowed to go on without de tection, have caused Mr. Magone to take this action. Unclaimed goods are to be taken out of the reach of the harpies that infest certain storehouses and the somnolent officials who never see them. . Self-abnegation, that virtue that good men preach and good women practice.—Holmes. The Prof : (looking attentively at the Doctor, who feigns sleep): Yes, he is asleep. No won der, p .or fellow ! I was tedious no doubt. Judge, isn’t it a pity that a man of the Doc tor’s intelligence and known benevolence should have such a stupid villainous look as be has? If I had that face I’d be tempted to bring suit against Nature for Slander: and don’t believe there could be found, a jury of twelve honest men io all the country, that would not award me heavy damages. It is enough to upset the sciei.ce of physiognomy, isn’t it? Hasn’t he the |most pitifully, comi cally imbecile expression you ever saw? I never look at him, Judge, that I don’t feel like laugh ing cr crying, I hardly know which. It is sad (the Doctor shows signs of restlessness) but let’s wak - nim up. (Goes over and takes him by the shoulder). Hello, Doctor! Wake up : And do. for Goodness sake, stop that outrageous snor ing. You are worse than a fire-alarm. The Doctor: (opening his eyes angry, and snapping): I don’t snore, sir ! I don’t snore, and you know it. The Prof.: O. but you don’t know what you do when you are asleep, Doc or. You have been snor.nj most awfully for the last half hour. The Doctor. It’s a —, I tell you. I know I don't snore, sir! The Prof.: Come, Doctor, "tell that to the marines.” Why haven’t the Judge and I both been listening to you for the last half hour or so? Now you— The Doctor- Now, sir, I’ve caught you. You affect a great regard for truth; but what can you have to say for j ourself when I tell you. as I do most emphatically that I have heard every word you have said, and that I was only pretending to sleep? What can you say now? The Prof.: Why, that I was only pretend ing that you snored. So we are about even on that score, Doctor. The Doctor: But you said something about my face, sir. I want that— The Prof.: (laughing): All of a piece. Doc tor; pretense, all of it. But speaking of snor ing, I have an uncontrollable horror of i f . that amounts to something very much stronger than disgust—semething for which I have no word. So much so. in fact, that I would lose all affection and respect for the dearest friend I have on earth, if I was compelled to endure his snoring for half an hour. I have tried to overcome this really inconvenient and vexa tious idiosyncrasy, but of no use. It can’t be cured, or conquerred, either. If ever I marry a woman, it will be after she has made an affidavit to the effect that in all her life she has never been known to snore, and given me in writing a most salemn promise that never “till death us do part’’ will she be guilty of such a thing. I could love my bitterest enemy, I believe, if I were to try; but I am sure I could not help but loathe forever afterward a very angel from Paradise if I were once to hear her snore. The Doctor: It is a very disagreeable and annoying habit; but is very easily broken. One has only to keep the mouth closed. Where the muscles of the face relax so much in sleep as to let the under jaw drop down of its own weight, as is sometimes the case, a baidAge passed at night under the chin and over the head, not too tight but just sufficient to support the weight of the lower jaw when the mouth is gently closed, will effect a perma nent cure in a few weeks. I have known— The Judge, (stretching): Yah—ah! Doc tor, lets go home. I’m sleepy. It is past eleven, and you’ve struck upon a subject, you and Will, that is not at all interesting to me. (They go out.) The Prof: I did try their patience, I sup pose, poor fellows! But then I owed them grudge. I am sure they were mousing around among my papers the other evening. I found cigar ashjjs between the leaves of my letter to “Lalla Kookh.” Well, old friends, the wont wish I have for you is that you found i* more entertaining than I thought it. How fast time flies! I shall soon have to tell them, and then —no more Nodes'. I wonder if I will not sometimes look back longingly to these eve nings, so careless, happy and free. But every gain, I suppose,[involves a compensating loss. He who seeks new lands must leave the old ones behind him. And well for him if, when return is impossible, he do not look back re gretfully. Time and space are ever interpos ing themselves between us and what we love; tearing evermore the heart’s clinging tendrils from the objects around which they had learn ed and loved to twine the fondliest. They will in time to come, it is true, lay hold upon new supports, but never perhaps so strongly, so tenaciously. In every change in life, where the old must be torn off ’ere the new is put on, it is much to be doubted if ever that which we gain is as tenderly dear as that which we sac rifice for it becomes when forever beyond our reach or recall. It is one of the saddest things in life. And this life of ours, though grand and beautiful has many sad tilings in it; else how should we love it so?—that we must be ever leaving be hind Us all that is most beautiful and dear. Is it right? And from the clear blue heaven above, do laughing starry eyes* ook down upon you as you fondly think your cup of joy is full to the brim, and that there is no bitter in it? Look up again! Are they not weeping, too, in gentle dewy tears that sparkle on the moonlit grass till earth seems but a bright reflection of the sky? Aye! And they weep for us; for you and me! For, something that we have lo7ed to day, and held with miser hands close clasped against our hearts, will not be yours, will not be mine to-morrow! And yet perhaps it is best. How else could life be filled with sweet, sad memories. The dear companions of our early years may walk »ith us still, but the grace, the charm of childhood’s happy days, the keen delight of childhood’s innocent joys, have been ours once and can be ours no more. The skies will never be as blue and beautiful again as when, perhaps not wholly in fancy, the heavens came down for us and rested on the distant hill-tops. The earth can never be again for us the lovely, wonderful thing it was when its dim old forests were peopled with elves, and the Iright-eyed fairies danced in the moonlit meadows. And never more can life be for us the joy ous thing it was when first we tasted of its rich new wine, and intoxicated with existence, found in simply beginning,the fullness, the in expressible fullness of delight. And so with youth and manhood, evendown to old age, we turn at each succeeding step re gretful eyes on what we know is passing from us forever. Ah! who can doubt that in life’s latest hour the departing spirit, though Heaven’s gates be turning.in its sight, looks back with tender longings upon the worn and battered tenement it leaves behind, and for that instant loves it more than Heaven? (Note by the Author. Just here the Phono graph—to which, with Madam’s kind assis tance, I am indebted for the material for these papers—ceases to give out any sound, though I turned it on for quite a-while, from which we may infer that the l’rofessor fell asleep at this point. “B. B.”) Al. Spaulding. Al. Spaulding, of Chicago, who takes his de feat of securing the championship for the Chi cago club very sorely, is one of the most noted base-ball enthusiasts of the country, his name is as widely known as that of Al. Reach, of Philadelphia, Von der Abe, of St. Louis, and numerous other base-ball lights of the past and present generation. Spaulding had reck oned on securing the championship most too securely, but now that it has been lost to the club he is already beg inning to think and plan for next year, as his ardor and energy in the sporting line acknowledges no defeat, but in creases only the desire to be ever up and do ing. The defeat of the Chicago’s had been prophesied at the early part of the season by numbers of baie-bali men. on account of appointed as its Governor for the succeeding four years. Conflicts soon arose with the Fed eral government, and the United States officers were expelled from the Territory. On August 29th, 1852, Brighan Young introduced polyg amy as an institution, as the celestial law of marriage, and he carried it through in spite of considerable resistance from a division of the church itself. The supreme power, spiritual and temporal, rested with Brigham Young as the prophet, seer, of the church, and he alone has the right of working miracles and receiv ing revelations. Tnis belief with the Mor mons is a continu»l divine revelation through the medium of the pr >phet—a belief which en joins absolute obedience to the commands of the revelation on the part of all persons who accept it—and this is the comer stone of the social building of Mormonism, the only vital agency in its history, the whole secret of its success, and the day it fully dies out will be the death signal to Mormonism. Brigham Young with his shrewdness and sagacity .knew well how to increase, keep and hold his power until the day of his death, which occurred in August 2!*th, 1877. Emin Bey. Many readers will no doubt be interested in Al. SPAULDING. Spaulding’t one association scheme. Von der Ahe of the St. Louis Browns, who secured the championship had pledged himself to stick to the American Association, and would net en ter into any scheme which would in any way injure his plans. Al. Spaulding is the inven tor of many of the numerous useful devices made and used for the protection of the base ball player. He has also published a number of score books which have merited the unqual ified endorsements received, by all players of the great pastime game who have ever under taken to score a game of base-ball. Ten yews ago, in 187*!. Al. Spaulding in connection with his brother first engaged in the business of fur nishing base-ball supplies and the business has grown to such an extent that a branch house was soon required to be established in New York, the general reputation of which seems to indicate that the firm stands in good condition. EMIN BEY. Person Colby Cheney. The succession to the senatorship of Person Colby Cheney to the seat in the Senate, which was vacated by the death of Austin F. Pike, is almost un’versally commended by the peo ple and press of the Granite State. Person Colby Cheney was b*m in Holdemess, now known as Ashland, on February 25, 1828, and is the son of Moses and Abigail Cheney. His father was an industrious worker, having started the industry of paper making in New Hampshi re. Parson Cheney received his early (Postscript, by the Author. Happening to give the Phonograph a few more turns after writing the above, imagine my astonishment to bear it begin to pour out a perfect torrent of harsh, ear-splitting inarticulate sounds, that no arrangement of letters can suggest. In my surprise I overturned the stand and the in strument, falling upon the floor, the foil was so injured that 1 could not investigate further as to the nature of the so inds. Can it be pos sible that the Professor snores? “B. B.”) continued next week. Senator Stanford has some curious notions respecting his university in California, which he expects to rival Harvard and Yale. He has got the necessary money to make a big institu tion, and he proposes to spend it freely. He says that it will be open to both men and wo men, and that it will have a department espec ially for children. It seems that spelling and the multiplication table will be taught along with Greek and Calculus. The buildings will be one-story brick structures, connected with one another by arcades. They will probably cover quite a liberal area. PERSON COLBY CHENEY. education in the schools of Peterborough, in Hancock Academy, New Hampshire, and in the Parsonfield (Maine) Seminary. At the age of seventeen he was placed in charge of a paper mill purchased by his father, and suc ceeded so well that he soon became sole own- In 1863 he represented Peterborough in the legislature, and in the succeeding year he was elected Railroad Commissioner of the State. In 1867 he removed to Manchester where he has since resided. In 1871 he was elected to the office of Mayor, and in 1875 he was nominated for Governor and succeeded in defeating the Democratic candidate and elect ing a Republican Legislature. There being no election of Governor by the people Mr. Cheney was chosen by the Legislature. The following year he was re-nominated for the same office and was returned by a large ma jority of the popular vote. Since the expira tion of his gubernatorial term he has declined office until he was chosen for the Senatorship which he accepted. He is a prominent man in secret orders, being a Royal Arch Mason, a member of the Independent Order of Odd Fel lows and also a member of the Loyal Legion. Brigham Young. The “Latter Day Saints” of the Church of Jesus Christ, as the Mormons style them selves, are becoming aroused at the advent of a prophet who has recently appeared among them, and who says he is Brigham Young re appeared. Many of the fully believing accept some slight details of Emin Bey, since there has been so much talk about the Stanley relief expedition. It is a curious fact that so little is known of the former life of a man who has really accomplished so much. Former ac counts speak of Emin Bey as a, German sol dier, but he was an Austrian doctor. Beyond this—and even this seems still in doubt—noth ing is known concerning the man’s life until Gordon discovered him in the year of 1878 and made him governor-general of the Egyptian equatorial provinces. In three years Emin Bey had swept the slave trade out of these provinces and had so manipulated the reve nues that from an annual deficit of X38,000 he mounted them to an aggregated annual sur plus of .68,000. He taught the natives the cul tivation of cotton, rice, indigo, coffee and nu merous other articles, and instructed them in the art of weaving and how to make shoes, etc. He manufactured soap, established hos pitals and introduced vaccination. In short, he wa« ..ntionizing and gradually civilizing the pn. -sees when the war of the Soudan broke out. It may be possible that this ac count is somewhat exaggerated, but there seems to remain no doubt that Emin Bey was accomplishing much among the native tribes. He entered the Egyptian army aRd led part of the Khedive’s troops in the war with El Mahdi. His particular province was just north of the Albert Nyanza, a tract of about two hundred miles length and one hundred and fifty in width, containing between one and two The “Masnadieri,” written for her Majesty’s Theatre and produced in 1847, with Jenny Lind as herene, proved a failure in London, though it has since been successfully received in Italy. The “Trovatore” and “LaTraviata” have had great success not only in Italy, but in Ger many, France and England. Signor Verdi’s more recent operas are “Gia- vanna D’Arco” in 1868, “La Forza del Desti- no” in 1869, “Aida,” performed at the Scala Milan May 23, 1874. Verdi was elected a member of the Italian Parliament in 1861, and in 1871 he went to Florence in order to assume the post offered him by the Italian Minister of public instruc tion for the improvement and reorganization of the Italian Musical Institute. Verdi, who is a member of the Legion of Honor, was elected corresponding member of the Academie des Beaux Arts in 1859, and was made Grand Cross of the Russian order of St. Stanislaus in 1862; Foreign Associate of the Academie des Beaux Arts Juoe 15. 1864, and Grand Officer of the Order of the Crown of It aly in 1872, in which year the Viceroy of Egypt conferred on him the Order of Osmani. King Victor Emmanuel, by a decree dated Nov. 22, 1874, created Signor Verdi an Italian Senator. In May, 1875, he was nominated a commander of the Legion of Honor, and the Italian Minis ter at Paris was charged to present him with the insignia of the order, accompanied by a flattering letter from the Due Decazes. In the same year he was decorated with the cross of commander and star of the Austrian order of Franz Joseph. Signor Verdi completed, in 1878, a new op era in five acts, entitled “Montezuma,” which was performed for the first time at La Scala Milan. On his return from Paris to his native country in April, 1880, he received the order of the Crown of Italy. To speak of Vtrdi personally, it is said his favorite occupation is farming, when he has any time to spare for it. He is as much at home in crops and cattle, and agricultural ope rations of all sorts, as he D in counterpoii t and thorough base. The farmers in the vicinity of his villa, at Sant Agata. look up to him as an authority on all questions connected with the cultivation of the soil, and he is daily to be seen on the grounds of one or another of his neighbors giving advice or directing the labor ers in their, ta-ks, in which he is not above lending a hand himself when occasion requin s. HEARTH-STONE STUDIES By Mrs. Nora L. Hussey. GIUSEPPE VERDI. millions of inhabitants. These have been loyal and true to him and have furnished him soldiers of whom he wrote in December of 1885, after their gallant defense from a be leagured town: “If I ever had any doubt of the negro, the history of the siege of Amedi would have proven to ms that the black race is in valor and courage inferior to no other, while in devotion and self-denial it is even su perior to many.” Emin Bey gradually extended his authority more and more to the west to the upper wa ters of the Makua, in the Congo basin, and from 1878 to 1883 at least, he had maintained perfect order throughout the country. In the reverses which befel the Egyptian troops in the battles of the desert, Emin was with his soldiers driven southward, and at the timr when Gordon went to the relief of Khartoum, Emin Bey was entrenched amid the hostile tribes south of Egypt. He could not escape northward or seaward, his only way being to ward the south, which way he pursued until he encountered the hostile tribes of that dis trict, which compelled him to retreat some what and remain with more friendly negroes near the vicinity of Albert Nyanza. Emin Bey had accompanying him two explorers, Casati and Dr. Junker, and to the latter, who made his way to the coast, is due the knowl edge of Emin Bey’s need of assistance. For three years nothing whatever has been heard of him. as he had been absolutely lost sight of when the English abandoned the Soudan. BRIGHAM YOUNG. the false prophet as the true Brigham Young, who. after death, was to appear again to his disciples. A short sketch of Brigham Young and his doings may be interesting to many readers who may not have had the opportuni ty or the inclination to read of him before. Brigham Young was born at Whitingham, Vermont, June 1, 1801, as the son of a farmer. He was educated in the Baptist church, and trained as a painter and glazier, but joined in 1832 the Mormons at Kirtland, Ohio, and started in 1835 on his first missionary journey. He quickly rose to the highest dignities and acquired an almost boundless influence within the sect by his energy and shrewdness, and by the power of his personality. After the death of Joseph Smith in 1844, he was chosen presi dent of the church by the apostles, and from 1846 until 1848 he led the host of the Mor mons, numbering 16,000 people, from Nauioa across the prairie deserts to Great Salt Lake Valley, where he founded Salt Lake City. He displayed much firmness and admirable cir cumspection in conducting the great host. In Marsh of 1849 a conventi >n was held in that city, a constitution was framed and a Sta-e was organized. Congress, however, refused to admit the new State, but the Territory of Utah was organized and Brigham Young was Thomas Stevens. Thomas Stevens, the bicyclist who left San Francisco, Cal., on April 18, 1884, on a bicycle tour around the world, arrived at San Francis co early in January, 1887, from Japan, on the steamer City of Pekin, and has been tendered a warm reception by both press and club, re ceiving all sorts of hospitable attentions from the hands of the San Francisco public gener ally. Thomas Stevens made his trip for the “Outing,” and often it was thought that he had met with serious mishap or accident when his dispa ches failed to come on time to that Deriodical. At one tine nothing had been teard from him for over a month. He states that with the exception of some rough treat ment in China and a little trouble elsewhere, he has retained only pleasant memories of his journey. In trying to reach India he was twice turned back on his journey, once by Russians in Central Asia and again by the Afghans on the frontier, he was thus forced to take a more round-a-bout way. The reports concerning his rough treatment by peasants in China were fully corroborated by Stevens, and he added that he was very glad to escape with his life. To use his own description he says: “I arrived at Canton on the 11th of October, 1886 by steamer from Quang Tung. At first the crowds that followed me did cot make any attempt at molestation, simply pressing around me curiously. At Ta Ho, however, two sol- piers were provided as an escort, and traveled with me to Kingan Foo. Here a mob com menced jostling me, then took to throwing pebbles aud finally bricks. I was knocked down and mv large pith helmet alone saved my life. Soldiers warned the crowd that I was armed, but they wrenched my bicycle from me and would have demolished it had not the soldiers interferred. The mob howled and clamored for me like a lynching paity, and had I not been provided with a vice regal pat sport I would never have escaped the clutch es of the heathens. At midnight I was packed in a palanquin and canried down to a sampan surrounded by native soldiers, who treated me much as if I were a murderer whom they were obliged to guard. The mob must have numbered upward of two thousand and the air was full of stones, my body being bruised j all over. At Kin Kiang I was placed on board I, a steamer plying on the Yangtse to Shanghai, and then once again I breathed freely.’’ Mr. Stevens’ experience has led him to form some very decided opinions upon Chinese character istics. While journeying in some parts there were nothing but narrow foot-paths, which begun and ended in the most unexpected pla ces, so that sometimes he did not make over a mile an hour, and a large part of the time he was obliged to dismount and walk owing to obstructions. Finally at one time he gave up trying to ride and hired a boat in which he traveled for eight days, resorting at the com pletion of that time to his wheel again. In Japan he received the very best of treatment and his journey through that country was much enjoyed. Mr. Thomas Stevens is a slight young man of medium height and has spent all of bis former life west of the Miss issippi as a ranchman. He was a resident of of Kansas, and is apparently between the age of twenty-five or thir y years. OIL AS IT RUNS IN RUSSIA. THOMAS STEVENS. What has happened since Dr. Junker left him will be Known when Stanley sends word to the world that he has found Emin Bey or his re- Giuseppe Verdi. The composer, Giuseppe Verdi, who is revo lutionizing lyric enthusiasts by his opera of Otello, is the son of an inn keeper and was born at Rancola, in the duchy of Parma. Oct. 9th 1814—receiving his first lessons in music from an organist in Milan, where he resided from 1813 until 1836. He afterward studied diligently under Lavinga, and in 1839 published his earliest work, a musical drama entitled “Aberto di San Banetazio.” Verdi’s principal compositions are serious operas, and the “Lombardi,’’ one of his first productions, made a strong impression through out Italy and laid the foundation of his fame. His best and widest known operas are “Nebu- codo Nour,” “ErnaDi,” (founded on Victor Hugo’s t ragedy, the “Duo Foscare”) “Attil- la,” “Macbeth,” the “Masnadieri,’’ (founded on the “Robbers of Schiller”) “Louisa Miller,” “Rigoletto,” the “Trovatore." “LaTraviata,” “Un Ballo in Maschera,” (performed in Lon don in 1861) and “Don Carlos,” performed at the Royal Italian opera Covent Garden in 1867. Petroleum Flowing at the Rate of Thousands of Tuns Dally. [Chambers' Journal.] Of the five hundred petroleum wells at Baku, Russia, the majority are situated on the Ba- lakhani Plateau, eight or nine miles to the North of the town. The latest “spouter” of Tagieff’s is, however, in a different locality, being situated on a promontory three miles to the Sjouth of Baku. Here Gospoden Tagieff began boring about three years ago. At first the oil was slow to come, and at its best had never yielded more than sixteen thousand gal lons a day. On the 27th of September last, hav ing touched oil at seven hundred and fourteen feet, the well began to spout oil with extraor dinary force. “From the town the fountain had the appearance of a colossal pillar of smoke, from the crest of which clouds of oil and sand detached themselves and floated away a great distance without touching the ground. Owing to the prevalence of southerly winds the oil was blown in the direction of Bailoff Point, covering hill and dale with sand and petroleum and drenching the houses of Bailoff, a mile and a half away. Nothing could be done to stop the outflow.” It seems that the whole district was covered with oil, the out flow being at the rate of thousands of tuns a day, which filled up cavities, formed a lake, and on the fifth day began to escape into the sea. The square in front of the town hall of Baku was drenched with petroleum. On the eighth day the outflow reached the highest ever known—a rate of eleven thousand tuns, or two million seven hundred and fifty thou sand gallons a day. “Thus,” says Mr. Mar vin, “from a sinf le orifice, ten inches wide, there spouted daily more oil than was being pnduced throughout the whole world, includ ing therein the twenty-five thousand wells of America, the thousands of wells in Galicia, Roumania, Burmah, and other countries, and New South Wales." By the fiftieth day those in charge had got the outflow so far under con trol as to restrict it to two hundred and fifty thousand gallons a day. It was certainly a misfortune that of the ten million gallons of oil ejected from Tagieff’s well, most of it was at first lost for want of storage accommoda tion. Speaking of the comparative merits of American and Russian oil, an American ship per remarks: “Its qual ty will, in our judg ment, never compare with America’s best pro duction, and European markets will still con tinue to prefer our own petroleum. Though Russia’s oil will not prove any great rival to us, I must admit that for lubricating purposes her oil will injure our trade somewhat, as our advices indicate that Russia’s production is very good for the purpose named. The best oil Russia can produce is far inferior to ours. It is dirty and smoky, and pretty good evidence of this is found in the fact that Russians them selves will not generally use it. The Russian developments will, no doubt, compel us to keep up a good quality of oil at home.” From these and previous remarks, it will be seen that there is some little division of opinion among oil men here, but none of them shut their eyes to the fact that at some time or oth er the question of Russia’s oil territory may have some effect upon the industry here. NO. V. “You were telling us about jour preacher- friend,” Vesta suggested when the coffee had been sent round. “My Mr. Stokes !” Regina exclaimed, “Yes, I consider it a liberal education to have known that man. I did not know I was so beclouded by prejudices until I came in contact with his bright originality. I met him for the first time several years ago a ; my brother-in-law’s home, up in the mountains. I had been told there would be preaching the next day at Smyrna: and brother Charley promised me something unusually fine in the way of a sermon. Im agine my surprise then, when I saw this tall, guant,'awkward, unshaven mountaineers. But I resolutely held my disappointment in check, and hoped for the best. Rex says I am hard to please in sermons; and I’m afraid he tells the truth, for a just deal of the sermonizing I hear seems to me nothing more than a darken ing of council by words. But I think that sermon preached that day in that country church by a man who mis-pronounced every third word and made havoc of grammar was the most sensible, and original and spiritual sermon I ever heard. It was thrilling to see his honest grey eyes flash with the brightness of a thought which he hurled at you with all the freshness of his untrained strength. Some of the deepest psychological truths had rooted themselves out of this man’s God-given and God-taught intellectuality. He had lived near to nature’s heart, cloud and sunshine, seed time and harvest, mountain storm and valley stillnesses had imparted their grand mysteries to his soul. He had studied mother-earth, he had learned his lessons in that ever-old and ever new book upon whose human pages grief and joy, hope and fear, achievement and dis appointment leave their mingled lines. His heart and brain were in atune with all the various chords of life. He spoke of practical piety, and the up-lifting power of a living faith. You may smile at my enthusiasm, if you choose, but I said then, and I say now, that leaving the fact of his superior advantages out of the question, Cardinal Manning himself could not have reasoned more closely or more logically. As I sat and listened to Mr. Stokes, hearing him say many things which were not new to me (because I have lived all my life among ed ucated men, trained to think and talK well,) but which could only have been made known to him by his original and unaided mental pro cesser, I felt him to be as truly a discoverer as ever Newtoa was; and as subtle a metaphy sician as was ever Sir Wi liam Hamilton. Af terwards, when I sat near him on Charley’i veranda, and talked into his ear through that queer-looking ear-trumphet, which at first I felt inclined to laugh at, but which now has to me a grandeur and loveliness borrowed from its owner, he confessed to me that all of his words except the simple, homely Saxon ones, were strangeis to him. so far as their sound is concerned. He actually had not heard many of them till they fell from his own lips! He knew their meaning from his dictionary, and he used them because they seemed to fit his thought. His words were really the clothes for his ideas. And if a misapplied word some time startled me, it required no second hear- The Last Hymn. Please inform S. T. B., Columbus, Miss., whose query I saw in No. 585 of the Sunnt, that Marianne Farmingham is the author of “The Last Hymn.” Respectfully, Cecil Lynn, Franklin, Tenn. Give Him the Information. I lost my buggy horse the other day from some disease. I wish you would be kind enough to make inquiry through your paper for the b<st standard work on horscaano their diseases; by purchasing such a work I may save my next horse. p. L. Mrs. J. V. Smith, Seale, Ala.: Will you please tell me through the “quiz column ” if “Psyche,” a story published in your paper two years ago has ever been published in book form? If so, where can I find a copy? We can send you a copy nicely bound for 1.25. ing to make me feel how widely its mis-appl 'lr. Stoki A man who broods over his troubles is like a hen on a nest full of back-numbered eggs. There’s only one chance in a hundred that he will ever hatch anything, but he keeps busy at it just the same. cation amplified the thought. Mr. taught me a broader charity and a more kindly sympathy than I knew. He opened my eyes to the fact that there are struggling, yearning minds in this world, following up with deeper, ate earnestness that small glimmer of light which has penetrated their gloom. He taught me to sympathize with the working-priests of this world to whose cry the heart of the mas ter responds, and to whose call for understand ing the great mind of creation answers—” “That’s a woman’s way,” Rex interrupted laughingly trying to divert the somewhat too serious drift of the talk. “Next, you’ll be hearing Regina’s protest against theological seminaries in general, because StokeB has no diploma.” Regina good humoredly joined in the laugh ter; and, being a wise little woman, forbore a rejoinder. Later when they were returning to the sib ting-room, one by one, Max began to gravitate towards Vesta, who, partly hidden by the window curtains, was looking out at the moon light. But Regina, who was a fine little general in her way, made a successful flank movement. Study that attitude if you want a subject for your new picture," she Baid, looking to- ards the grey-robed figure, leaning slightly against the window-frame, with so much un conscious grace—half of weariness, half re pose. “Could you believe that she was once the reigning belle in one of our Southern cities?" Why not?” he asked, shortly. Oh, I don’t know!” laughing softly, but with a very keen observation lurking in the bright eyes. “She is so indifferent to all such now—cares for nothing but that room full of girls. Wby, sometimes I can hardly believe she is really Vesta. She used to be the most insatiable coquette I ever saw, and new she is the most judicious, self-controlled, painstak ing, conscientious teacher you can imagine. Don’t you think it strange?” If she expected an answer she must have felt some disappointment, for Max had drawn nearer the silent, thoughtful woman still look ing into the moonlight. “If I belonged to the brilliant and original thinkers who make up our German Club. I’d say, “a penny for your thoughts,” he said, pushing back the curtain to stand nearer. Her face flushed, and a swift little look of startled nervousness flashed out of her eyes. “I was thinking of my mother,” she said without a second’s consideration, in that di rect truth’ulness which characterized her; “and, I was thinking, too, how tad a thing it is to have lived one’s life and, finally, to real ize the failure of it—” She stopped snddenly. “Would your mother have called Stokes a failure?” He was very wise. The most perfect com prehension of her thought was in his effort to make her realize a non-comprehension. She did not answer for a moment, and when she did it was in quite another tone. “I’ve been thinking about the river too. I’d like to see that green reflection of a blue sky for myself. Later, when the days are longer I’ll go there. I’ll have more time then.” “Are you glad when the long days begin to come?” “To be consistent I suppose I should say yes, but, honestly, I’m afraid there is a posi tive “no” in my mind;” smiling a little, then suddenly relapsing into the repressed sadness which sometimes dimmed her bright beauty. “I shall be glad to see the flowers again. I can hardly wait for the white pinks this year. Sometimes I grow so nervous in my impatience that I actually feel afraid I’ll die and miss see ing them at all.” “Wby want the white pinks more than any thing else?” he asked, a warm^light beginning to dawn in his quiet eyes. But before her slow answer came, Monti’s singing began; and they turned their faces to wards the piano. Neatness of American Girls. [Denver Tribune.] “I have seen the women of many nations," remarked an old gentleman to a reporter the other day, “both in society and at home, and I confess with pride that I think American women, as the rule, the neatest the world over. Have you ever lived in a village and noted the fastidious habits of the belles, who are perhaps more particular about their ap pearance than they would be in a large city, because they know everybody knows them, and because they cannot go down the street without being scrutinized closely by some ad mirer? “You take a girl who is neat at home and she will be neat everywhere else. If she wears a clean calico in the morning she will wear a spotless merino in the afternoon. If she wears a clean collar in the morning she will replace it with a fresher one in the even ing, and so on.” An Immense Pump. The largest pumping engine in the world is that at Friedensvilld, Pa., used to pump water out of a zinc mine. It was built at Merrick’s foundry, Philadelphia, in 1870, at a cost of nearly 81,000,000. Its parts were so heavy that all the bridges along the iine of the North Pennsylvania railroad, from Philadelphia to Center Valley, were strengthened to insure against accident. Its cylinder has a diameter of 110 inches. The piston rod is fourteen inches in diameter. It has a stroke of twelve feet, and in one minute forces 20,000 gallons of water, or 30,000 000 gallons daily, out of the mine to a height of 130 feet. S. J. R.. Byromville, Ga.: Please answer the following questions through the Sunny South : 1st. Where can the book, “Iron Wheel,” be obtained' Written by Graves. 2nd. Is out of print! 3rd. What will it cost? Address a letter to Rev. J. R. Graves, Mem phis, Tenn., and he will give you the informa tion desired. Lake Moeris. Scholar, Oxford, Miss.: Was Lake Moeris Egypt a natural or artificial lake ? There dispute on that point. Lake Moeris was an artificial lake surpassing even the pyramids in work. It was 450 miles in circumferance, and 300 feet deep and de signed to receive the sacred waters of the Nile, to be used in fertilizing the surrounding lands. Between it and the river, there was an ob structing barrier of earth, which iras opened by a channel cut through it. The Poem on Back of Confederate Note and the Last Hymn. Editor Sunny South:—I notice two quer ies in the “quiz column" of your issue of Jan uary 29th, which it gives me pleasure to an swer from the pages of that ever precious pos session—my scrap book. The lines “Representing nothing on God’s earth now,” etc., to whioh “D. R. W.” refers, appeared in the Washington (D. C.) Post in 1883, together with a brief sketch of the author and the circumstances under which the poem was written, and it is from this piece I now quote: “The lines were written by Major S. A. Jonas, of Aberdeen, Miss., while at Rich mond, Va., upon the back of one of the unfin ished five hundred dollar bills that were then the sport of the wind in the Capital of the late Confederacy. It was only a few days after the surrender of Gen. Johnston, and Major Jonas was then a paroled prisoner awaiting transportation home. The verses first ap peared in print in the Metropolitan Record, New York, under the heading “A Quaint Scrap.” The author is now (1883) clerk io the sergeant at arms of the Senate, and editor and publisher of the Aberdeen (Mias.,) Ex aminer.” To “S. T. B.,” Columbus, Mias., I would say that “The Last Hymn," beginning “The Sabbath day was ending” etc., was written by Marianne Farmingham. N. O. M. Allendale, 8. C., Jan. 31, 1887. Lilith. That Eve was Adam’s second wife was a common Rabbinical speculation. They, say that Adam’s first wife was named LilithJ but she was expelled frem Eden, and after her ex pulsion Eve was created. I here urrohice several vtrses from Rosetti’s poem, ■'’CSin’a Bower.” “It waa Lilith, the wife of Adam— (Eden bowers la flowei) Not a drop of her blood was human, Hat she was mads tike a soft, sweet womar. “Lilith stood on the skirts of Eden— (And ohl the bower and the hour) She was the first that tbenee was driven ; With her was hell—with Eve war Heaveu. “In the ears of the snake said LUIth, (Bden bowers In floaet) ‘To tbee I come when the rest Is over— A snake was I when thou west my lover. “I waa the fairest snake In Elen, (Andohl the boeer ano the bont !> By the earth’s will new form and feature Made me a wife for the earth’s Dew creature' ” Next, from Abraham Excellensis I take the following sketch selected by him from Arabic fables from Jewish sources: ‘They gave to Adam a wile formed of cu»y along with Adam, and called her Lilith”; rest ing on Scripture, “male and female created He them.” But when this woman, on account of simultaneous creation with him, became proud and vexatious to her husband, God ex pelled her from Paradise and then said : “It s not good for man to be alone—I will make a help-meet for him”; and Eve they add, “being bone of his bone,” etc. Adam pronounced her “a suitable companion” for him, and given to him as such by God. Harriet C. Bean, Augusta, Ga. More Love. Perplexed, Nixville, Ga.: I am in trouble and know of no better place to go for advice than the 8. S. I am extremely timid, and often make people mad by seeming to slight them when nothing of the sort is intended. I have a friend whom I like very much, and he seems to like me, bat I have been teased about him a good deal. Meeting him not long since, he seemed very glad to see me, and was as friendly as could be. But, knowing I would be teased again as soon as he left, I was as cold and formal as a stranger, answering yes or no to everything he said, and acting as silly as possible every way. Now, I like him, and would be very sorry to lose his friendship; but he does not know this, and he is too proud to force his company on any one. What shall I do about it. Do ? Why just be sensible, and be your natural self. Let your feelings guide you, and be true to them. As to being teased, that is natural with those who have not felt the gold en-tipped arrow of Cnpid, and to them it is a sort of pleasure. Own right up that you love him, and so pile on yoor love feelings to those who tease you, that they will see that yoa are too frank to be annoyed by their comments. It is never painful to avow a genuine feeling. Laugh and joke about your love, and you draw the sting which hurts you. Cultivate self-reliance, self-esteem, and self-reverence, and you will feel yourself every inch a woman. Nothing is done without an effort, so nerve yourself to the task and take the advice we have given you. Love is modest you know, for Cupid never wanted Psyche to see him when he called npon her; but, she did, and lost him for a time through curiosity. Be so ciable with your sweetheart regardless of all jokes and teasing. A BUSINESS^ WOMAN Of Croat Energy and Ability, and Ma ny Accomplishment*. Miss Alice Moore of Huntington, Indiana, succeeded to the care of a large dry goods store in that place, upon the demise of her father She has entire control of the business, buying her own stock and employing subordi nates of both sexes. During the five years since she has held this responsible position, she has more than trebled the capital which came into her hands. Not only is she a wo man of great energy and ability, but she has many accomplishments.
