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VOLUME XIII.—NUMBER 623.
ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 22, 1887.
PRICE: $2.00 A YEAR IN ADVANCE.
SHaking Across the Bloody Chasm.
For the Sunny South.
THE SOUTH’S GREETING
To Crover Cleveland-—the People’s
President.'
BY W. P. B.
Ho cumes—the Nation’s much loved Magistrate,
The South’s Invited friend and noble guest I
Ovations crown his way through every State
Through proud and loyal cities of the West;
And now, Oh, grateful Siutb, life upyonr gates;
And by tue fame of all your native grace,
Or glowing minds and hearts of Southern States
Beslow your gallant greeting’s warm embrace!
Now. Georgia ope your doors with welcomes rare.
And thou "Gate City” fair, and honored most!
Receive thy vuest with cordial lavish care;
And for the South be thou our country’s bost I
For ev-'ry Sou' hern State, and borne, and heart,
To Grover Cleveland give a welcome freel
By all your princely largess can Impart,
Of Georgia’s broadest hospitality;
To him. aud to bis suite of noble tricods,
Tue Country's honors should be nobly done,
Deserved by him, who with no selfish ends
Has served the people, aud tbetr uearts bas won.
Yet, let not joy hav6 folly’s overflow;
As homage paid to proud autocracy I
But with a loving South! ru welcome show
The heart of honest true "Democracy”;
To him the people’s worthy Resident,
Be civic honors thown with loyalty,
Aud uot with servile worship’s blandishment
As to elT de aud fossil royalty;
Nor let the pride the South’s groat heart reveals
Be meaniy sectional or partisan!
But such as every grateful couutry feels
Whose ruler Is a wise and upright man.
Oh South rejoice, for such a prluce Is he!
Wuo with his queenly wife so lovely fair,
Beueatb our milder shies aud stars would see
Our prosp’rous land, ar d her brave honors share;
All hah their advent as of sun and star:
Whoso glories thrown upon our Southern sphere,
Shall warm all hearts, and heal the wouuds or v ar
And chase the glooms of discords, bate, and fear.
Ob Suuuy South, more bright for them awhile.
r ve il Iny charms, and gtve them brilliant cheer!
Upon their heads with shies propitious smile!
With balmv breath aud kiss, show they are dearl
For them. On Floral clime thy bloom unfold;
Wlih trlbules from thy fragrant gardens still;
With Indian Summer haze and glint of gold
With Autumn’s banners flung o’er vale and hlU;
While Nature breathes a purer wholesome air,
With all thy powers Inspire all Southern breasts,
And swell the Joy—lue praise our people bear,
For love's ovation to our welcome guests!
Then when they see our progress, peace, aud arts,
And homeward inru-tbey’ 1 Justly, fondly say—
The Sonin Is leal”—while from responsive hearts,
Teu itu usaud prayers shall speed them on their
way.
October 12!U, 1887.
GEN, JOHN B. MAGRUDER.
A Murat In tne Field—The Envied of
Men-The Adored of Women.
[From an old Exchange.]
This chivalrous werrior sleepsT.be sleep of a
soldier in a rude Texas grave, over which there
is no monument. The grass was growing about
it in the early summer, and there were some
flowers there, withered and faded, scattered by
a woman's hand. A votary at the shrine of
nature and finished diplomat at the court of
Venus, it was fitting that there should be lar
gesse of green growing grasses and love flowers.
If roses are the tear-drops of angels, as the
beautiful Arab belief puts forth poetry, then is
this lowly mound a hallowed spot, aud reeds
not the sculptured stone, the fretted column,
the ivy and the obelisk.
Magruder was a wonderful man. He stood
six feet two inches in height, and had a form
men envied and women adored. His nerves
were all iron. Foreign travel and comprehen
sive culture bad given to his wit a zest that was
always crisp and sparkliDg. He never lacer
ated. To the sling of a repartee he added the
honey of the clover. He could fight all day
and dance all night. In the morning a glass of
brandy aud a strong cigar renewed his strength
and caused the cup of his youth to run over
with the precious wine of health and high spir
its. He loved magnificent uniforms, magnifl.
cent horses, magnificent riders, aud magnifi
cent women.
Gifted and- graceful in conversation, he was
a pet in the boudoir and a logician in the bar
racks. He had studied French in Paris, Ital
ian iu Rome, and Spanish in the halls of the
Montezumas. The sabre exercise he learned
from a Turk. His horsemanship was of the
English kind—that is to say, not graceful, but
impossible to be surpassed for firm riding and
endurance. He wrote little love songs that
wero set to music; one of them, “Imogens,”
had in it the plaintive melody of a lover and
the sad rythm of burial bugles.
In the Crimea ho astonished the French offi
cers by sleeping at the front with the chasseurs
under fire. In Mexico he sent back to the
Archbishop a lady’s perfumed glove he found
in his palace when the city was won, and with
it a note which read'; “It is pretty enough to
have belonged to a (jueen. \V culd she have
pardoned me if I had appropriated it?” As
the Archbishop sent him the next day a basket
of delicious wine, it is supposed that the fair
owuer of the glove must have looked leniently
upon the handsome American soldier. Later,
aud he was ridir.g with Geueral Scott down the
long street of Iturbe. General Garnett joined
them, aud Magruder turned a little back for
his superiors to converse together. A white
puff of smoke curled out from au open window,
a sudden report followed speedily, and Garnett
and horse fell hard and bloody. An ounce
ball, intended for Scott, had broken Garnett’s
thigh and killed his charger. Fearing another
fire, Magruder galloped to the side of his chief
and covered Lis body with his own. The old
man’s eyes never dropped, nor did his voice
change an intonation. “How long will it take
you to batttr dov.ii that house?” he spoke
curdy to Lieutenant Magvuder, pointing with
a sweep of his linger to the one nearest, aud
from which the buliet came. “An hour by the
watch, general. ” “Then open the fire at point
blank range, and leave not one stone upon an
other.”
It was done, and well done, and those who
saw Magruder soonest afterwards noticed that
he had another bar on his epaulettes; he had
been made a captain. War was his element,
the bivouac his delight, and the batde his per
fect happiness. Besides, prodigal, fashiona
ble, foolishly brave sometimes, generous, a
true friend and staunch comrade, the surren
der at Appomattox mace him an aged man in
his prime, and wrinkled his features, which
before had resisted ail the attacks of time.
One who wandered far and long with him in
other lands, in sweet sunshiny weather, re
lates how, from VeraCruz to Cnapultepec, he
ALWAYS BE ON YOUR GUARD, MY DAUGHTER. A YOUNG LADY CANNOT BE TOO CAREFUL OF HER GOOD NAME.
went with Magruder all over the battle fields
of the Mexican war. The light came back to
his eyes and the fire to his face when telling of
Contreras and Cherubusco, and Perote, and
Molino del Rey, and the Belen Gate, and Cha-
pultepec, and the City of Mexico. His ta.k
was never ended of Scott and Twiggs, Wool
and Worth, Smith and Pillow, Taylor and
Quitman, and all the young subordinates who
afterwards played such bloody parts in the
greatest of American dramas. Of General
McClellan he told this incident, among a thou
sand; The fire from the hill of Chapultepec was
terrible. Fifty pieces of heavy artillery were
massed against my four gun battery at point
blank range, and in the valley below a regi
ment of lancers were forming for a charge.
Our fire had been slackened, and the men were
lying down. A young man sat by one of the
guns amusing himself with picking up peb
bles and shooting them out from his hand.
The lancers came nearer; I called to the young
officer whom I had noticed, as he sprang up
shouting—“Your name’” “Dieutenant George
B. McClellan.” “Very well, Lieutenant.
Take command of one of these guns, and dis
perse these lancers.” All the great cannou
about Chapultepec went to roaring. The bat
tle began anew. Worth was sweeping up the
acclivity, the lancers were routed, and the
next I saw of McClellan he was smoking a ci
gar in the palace of St. Anna, his face as black
as a powder keg, and an ugly wound in his
arm.
What a book Magruder’s life would make in
the hands of some men He once intended to
write an autobiography. Whether it was be
gun or not, we do not know—most certainly it
was never finished.
The brave, fond heart is pulseless now. The
form of the stalwart soldier is dust in its far
away grave. The laurels that he gathered aud
wore so well are faded and gone. Back from
the unknown land no voice will come to tell
of what rank he takes in the spectral columns,
closed up and silent, waiting the resurrection
day. Yet God deals gently with a soldier.
When he is brave, and noble, and courteous,
and merciful, he has those attributes which
assimilate heaven, and, therefore, is he fore
ordained to happinesa after death. It may be
late in coming; the bivouacs are right cold and
dreary, we know for some time, but after the
night the morniug^ and after the judgment day
the New Jerusalem.
DentoD, Texas.
Texas Booming—A Bright, Pushing Lit
tle City—Schools, Churches, k
'Banks and Business.
THE WASP AND FROLIC.
NAVAL SONG, WAR OP 1812-’15.
Ye brave sons of freedom wnose bosoms beat high
For your country, with patriot pride and emotion,
Att ud while I slug of a wonderful Wasp,
And the Fro ic she grandly took on the ocean.
This tight little Wasp of true Yankee stuff,
From the shores oi Cjluinbla indignant paraded;
Her eyes flash'd Are, and her spirit flamed high
For her rights they wero basely Dy Britons In
vaded.
Swtft over the wave for the combat she flew,
By a sting keen and terrib.e armed ana defended,
Her broad wings were white as the rongh ocean
spray,
And sixteen long arms from her side she extend
ed.
The wind wafts her gaily—but soon on the way
The foe of her father's for battle arrayed h m;
From his forehead were waving the standarcs of
Spain,
But the proud step and stare of his nation be
trayed him.
Like the fierce bird of Jove, the Wasp darted forth,
And, br the tale told with amazement and won
der I
She hurled on the foe, from her frame spreading
aims,
The fi e brand of death and the red bolts of thnn-
uer I
And oh I It was glorlons and strange to behold,
What torrents of Are around Per she threw,
And now, from her broad wings and sulpnrons sides,
Hot showers of grape-shot and rifle balls flew I
Tbe foe bravely fought, but his arms were all bro
ken.
And he fled from tbe death wound, aghast and
affrighted;
But the Wasp d.irted forward her death-doing sting,
And full on his bosom like lightning alighted.
She pierced through his entrails, she maddened his
brain,
And ne writhed and he groaned as If torn with
the colic;
And long shall John Bull rue the terrible day,
He met tne American Wasp In a Frolic.
The tremors of death now invaded his limbs.
And the streams ol his life-blood his closing eyes
drown:
When lo! on the wave, bis collossns of pride
The glory and pomp of Jonn Bull tumbled down.
Now drink to the Navy, and long may Its sons
Like tbe heroes ol Borne, and of Carthage and
Greece,
Midst ne downfall of nations, triumphantly bear
The barque of our country, to freedom and peace.
And drink to Decatnr and Rogers and Hall
And to ev’ry brave beau, to his country that’s
true,
And never forget whilst the glass circles round,
The fame ol me Wasp, her commander and crew.
Editor Sunny South : Since I last wrote
you I have made a very pleasant trip to Texas,
to the thriving little city of Denton, Northwest
of the Queen City of the West, Dallas. The
latter place I took in on my return. Let me
here say that I have returned to Louisiana bet
ter pleased than ever with my native State.
Having never been in Texas, I imagined that it
was “flowing with milk and honey,” and that
dear old Louisiana was not a very desirable
portion of this moral vineyard. I do not mean
to say that Texas is not all she claims to be—
oh! no; though she has plenty of room every
way, but I do wish that fair Louisiana was as
well advertised—then she would be on a grand
boom indeed, for she has the best or as good
natural resources.
Dallas I found to be on the boom, arranging
for a grand fair to take place this month, which
promises to be a big thing, as she is making ex
tensive preparations and will no doubt make it
a success. Her city park is very nice; her bus
iness houses and hotels are all they should be.
I found the Grand Winsor a rival of the St.
Charles in New Orleans—in prices, if nothing
else.
Denton is the county site of Denton county,
and was laid out by Col. Welsh over a quarter
century ago. It has a large square with a
splendid Court House in the centre and large
business houses fronting it. The ambitious
little city pats on all the style of her more ma
tured sisters in every respect except street
cars. She has a population of four or five
thousand inhabitants, numerous churches, and
one of the best schools (public) in the State.
They get aid from the State, and besides levy
a special city tax. The school has directors,
who are elected by the city to manage the
same. Capt. Carmenyges, of Alabama, is Prin
cipal, and has a number of competent assist-
ans. He is one of the finest educators in the
State, and took pleasure in showing me through
the different grades (nine). They use the word
method of teaching, which I think is the natu
ral one. I did not fail to tell him abont our
Louisiana State Normal school at this place,
and how advanced we are besoming in the way
of teaching since the Normal was established
and the new methods introduced.
Denton boasts of two banks. The Exchange
National is a model of its kind in arrangement
and decoration. The polite cashier, Mr. Wm.
A. Ponder, was kind in showing us around,
and eveD took us in the fireproof vault. He
called our attention to the beautifully painted
scene (Southern) of the fleecy staple and gol
den grain on the ceiling of his office, also to
that in the directors’ office (Judge Carroll’s),
which was a cattle scene delineating the long
aud short horns in all their glory on the rolling
prairies of Texas, as “it was, is now and ever
shall be.”
There are two flour mills in Denton—the
last, but not least, the Farmers’ Alliance mills,
built, owned and managed by the Association.
These mills, an immense brick structure, were
completed this year, and cost over $250,000.
They were fortunate in getting Mr. Grant to
manage them, as he knows his business. He
is very obliging, and seemed to take real pleas
ure in showing us how flour is made. 1 had
no idea that it went through so many processes
to come out so pure and white, but suppose it
is like life—the more grinding, sifting, fanning
and rolling will only bring out the perfect in
dividual.
It rejoices one to see the farmers doing so
well. The Farmers’ Alliance is in its infancy
in this State. H it does so well in infancy,
what may we not expect from maturity 1
Texas is far ahead of us in co-operation and
real American posh.
There are two newspapers, the Post and
Chronicle, published in Denton. I suppose
the press will have a rest now, as Texas has
just passed through one of the most heated aud
closely contested campaigns ever engaged in.
Lawyers, of course, ait have plenty to do,
though. While there I read in the Dallas
News “The Lawyer’s Lament,” in which it was
stated that there were too many of them in
Texas; and one would think so, as the other
cay there was a suit (a §10 one) m which four
were interested, and the perch, divided be
tween them, only amounted to twenty-five
cents each. I know that the Denton lawyers
are doing better, or they would not look so
happy; besides, there are not so many as there
is in Dallas. The dear Sunnt South is appre
ciated out there.
How grand are the prairies! I felt that awe
and inexpressible feeling that sometimes comes
over us on beholding the sublime and beautiful
in nature.
Hoping my communication will not tire you,
I am, as ever, an interested reader of the ever
welcome Sunny, South, ,■ Eleanor.
Natchitoches, Oct., 1887.
A PRETTY CENTENARIAN.
[From Funch ]
Yen have passed inn ugh the troubles of national
youth,
(To have safely survived them’s a boor),
You have cat your eye-teeth, you look pretty, in
truth,
But much the reverse of a “spoon.”
We gaze on you fondly, admiringly, dear;
Few traces of age on vour brow.
A uundred tnis year ? Then It’s perfectly clear
You are getting a great girl now.
Yon are getting a great girl now,
And you know It. Colombia, I trow,
Phliadelpnia’s "boom”
Leaves for doubt little room
That you’re getting a great girl now.
I feel like Papa, who though elderly’s fresh,
Aud with youukers can sympathize still;
You are bone of my bone, you are flesh of my flesh,
And I bear yon the warmest good will.
Mv centennial dates which have rapidly ran,
I have given up counting, somehow;
Lure me, you’li be learning life Is not all fan,
For yeu’re getting a great girl now.
Yon are getting a great girl now,
With bealtb and that radiant brow,
One hardly would say
You’re a hundred to-day,
Though you’re getciug a great girl now.
You’ve gone In for parties—my plague, dear at
home:
If anyone's sick of ’em lam—
Your land Is so large you need hardly to roam,
Yet you’re known from St. Jame’s to Siam.
We greet yon as Cousin, our family throng
Is wide, but you’re welcome, I vow.
Come often, stay long, yon can hardly do wrong,
Though you’re getting a great girl now.
Yon are getting a great girl now,
Tne rawness ol youth you outgrow.
I am proud of your looks,
Like your art and your books;
You are getting a great girl now.
To yonr big birthday party ’twas kind to Invite
My William; I’m sure he’d have come
And danced at your ball with the greatest delight,
But tor years and some business at home.
Be’s really a marvel, yon know, for bis age;
At your great Pnlladelphla pow-wow
He’d have reeled yon off columns of talk, I’ll en
gage,
Tnougn he’s getting an Old Boy now.
He’s getting an Old Boy now,
• Yet hut for our big Irish row,
He’d have come like a shot
And orated a lot,
Though he’s getting an Old Boy now.
Yonr health, my Colombia! A bnndred? Seems
queer!
What a sweet centenarian yon make?
I suppose it’s your fine “Coi-stltmion” iny dear,
Which nothing, I nope, will e’er shake.
You have proved you nave not only swiftness, but
stay:
Well, long may you flourish and growl
Many happy—a d hearty—returns ot the day!
Yoa are getting a great girl nowl
Yon are getting a great girl now;
May you prosper and keep out of row:
Shun bunkum and bawl,
AU that’s shordy and small,
For you’re getting a great girl nowl
John Bull.
Prodigious Engineering Project.
One of the most prodigious engineering pro
jects now on the tapis is that for tunneling the
Rocky Mountains under Tray’s Peak, which
rises no less than 14,441 feet above the level
of the sea. It is stated that at 4.441 feet below
the peak, by tunneling from east to west for
25,000 feet direct, communication could be
opened between the valley s on the Atlantic
slope and those on the Pacific side. This
would shorten the distance between Denver, in
Colorado, and Salt Lake City, Utah, and con
sequently the distance between the Missouri
river, say at St. Louis, and San Francisco"
nearly 300 miles, and there would be little
more required in the way of ascending and
descending or tunneling mountains. Pgrt 0 f
the work has already been accomplished. The
country from the Missouri to the foot of the
Rockies rises gradually in rolling prairie until
an elevation is reached of 5 200 feet above tbe
sea level. The Rockies themselves rise at
various places to a height exceeding 11,000
feet. Of the twenty most famous passes, only
seven are below 10,000 feet, while five are up
ward of 12 000, and one is 13.000 feet. The
point from wnich it is proposed to tunnel is
sixty miles due west irom Denver, and, though
one of the highest peaks, it is by far the nar
rowest in the great backbone of the American
continent.
The Isthmus of Panama.
Mary J. Holmes, the famous novelist lives at
Brockport, N. Y. She is a woman about sixty
years of age and childless. She has written
twenty-six novels, many of which have had a
very wide circulation.
Slow Transit-Destitution and De
pravity—Destruction of Human
Life.
Editor Sunny South: Long before the
landing of the steamer at her wharf in Aspin-
wall, yon can see at a distance what you sup
pose to be a respectable-looking city; but bit
ter is yonr disappointment as she nears the
landing and you set foot upon land. An
hour’s ramble through the newly built city (as
it was burned to ashes not long since by revo
lutionists) will give you sufficient time to be
come disgusted with it and its people, and a
longing to leave on the first train, never to
return. Leaving on the 1:15 train for a ride
across the Isthmus and reaching the suburbs
of the city (if it may be called one), you be
hold a sight which accounts for the unhealthy
condition of the place and the prevalence of
that horrible iever which continually infests
the city.
The houses or huts are built over stagnant
pools of water, which is allowed to stand on
the streets the year round. That, together
with the filth of every imaginable kind, which
is thrown out of the houses, makes an un
bearable stench, and it becomes a wonder that
the city is inhabitable at all. A few minutes
ride, however, takes you away from this filthy
sickly place and carries you through a fertile
stretch of country not surpassed in the world.
But your gaze at this beautiful country is des
tined to be short lived; and instead of a lovely
valley, a huge mountain, a herd of cattle graz
ing on some distant slope, or some other of
the thousand beauties which nature has so
bountifully beBtowed upon this Isthmus, yon
come within sight of an uninviting station.
These stations or hamlets are numerous along
the railroad line, and are inhabited by natives
and mixed breeds of almost every nation on
earth. The sight which meets your eye is one
you never care to have repeated. Here you
see humanity in its lowest forms—some roving
about naked, seemingly unconscious of those
around them; others, half-starved, begging for
a few cents with which to buy food or drink;
while those accustomed to the vile opium
habit, introduced by the Chinese into almost
every city on the globe, may be seen stretched
npon the ground intoxicated, or raging in ag
ony, caused by the use of the deadly poison.
Virtue and morals are practically unknown
and the picture its people presen: s defies de
scription; suffice to say their condition is such
as to call forth pity from those whose misfor
tune it has been to witness it. A few minutes
stop at these numerous stations give ample
time to discharge what little freight they have,
and also to take on local passengers, who are
allowed to ride at the enormous price of ten
cents per mile.
Vegetation is plentiful and the Isthmus
abounds in tropical fruit of all kinds. Pass
ing along the line of the canal affords a fine
view of this gigantic undertaking, and to him
whose skill and fortune it will be to carve it
through, will at the same time carve for him
self au imperishable monument. Many are
the unknown heroes who have left their
homes, wives, children, all—to go to that dis
tant land, to give their lives (as thousands
have done), if necessary, for the advancement
and wel'are of their country. After journey
ing a distance of only forty-seven miles, con
suming four hours’ lime, you see in the dis
tance the dim outline of a city—the towers of
whose solemn and imposing cathedrals, tell
you it is the ancient city of Panama.
There is an island located three miles from
Panama, called Dead Man’s Island—a place
they use for burying the dead. A visit recalls
the fact that thousands havo fallen victims to
the prevailing deadly malaria. There they lay,
thousands of miles from their native couutry;
some buried decently, others like dumb
brutes. Think of those bleeding hearts at
home—how many widowed mothers, how
many orphan children, it has made—and all
in endeavoriug to accomplish that which, it
ever done, will be at a terrible sacrifice of ha-
man iife. I. A. S.
Austin, Texas, Sept. 25, ’87.
WASHINGTON CITY.
Reminiscences of Distin
guished Public Men.
Incidents Which Have Transpired at
the National Capitol.
Mme. Trelat left about £400.000 to the
municipality of Paris, to found a school for the
training cf girls in household duties. She was
the dcusht ;r and wife of physicians, and devot
ed her life largely to the help of women.
The Comtesse de Paris, wifo of the Bourbon
pretPQder to the French throne, is more masen-
line then her husband in many of her tastes.
She is passionately fond of shooting and every
sort of hunting, whereas he likes sedentary oc
cupations.
President Pierce’s Horsemanship.
Frank Pierce was a fine horseman, and
when the World’s Fair was open at New York,
in July, 1853, he appeared at the morning re
view of the troops on the battery mounted on
the full-blooded charger Black Warrior, own
ed by Major Morrell, of the U. S. Dragoons,
then past twenty one years old, and cherished
for the long and faithful services he had per
formed. After the review the procession was
formed, and proceeded up Broadway. Every
where were crowds of people eager to greet
the President. The sidewalks were densely
thronged, the windows were filled to over
flowing , and there were multitudes on the
house-tops. Aiter the troops and the Pres
ident and his suite, came, in carriages, the
Mayor and Common Council of the city.
Shortly before the procession reached the
Park, a shower of rain, which had sometime
threatened to fall, came down with great em
phasis, and caused a general scattering of the
spectators. Even the well-ordered ranks of
the military were not proof against it, and
many of the soldiers took refuge in doorways
and under awnings. The majority, however,
did not flinch, but bravely held on their march,
defying tne pelting of the rain. Though re
peatedly urged to dismount and take refuge,
the President refused to break up the line of
march. For aoout two blocks he carried an
umbrella, which was thrust upon him, but
tuis he soon dispensed with. In company with
nearly all in the procession, he got fairly wet
through, and had to change his clothes when
he reached the Crystal Palace.
His Decision Was in the Drawer.
When it was asserted that President Hayes
would listen to recommendations for office
from congressmen when he had made the ap
pointments several days before, the following
Indiana story was told: “A rural justice of
the peace, Squire Edmunds, a cousin of the
senator from Vermont/ flourished amid the
chills and fevers on the banks of the Wabash.
A case of great local interest was being tried
before him without a jury. The attorney lor
the plaintiff had spoken for two hoars and ap
peared as jf just getting started in his exordi
um. The defendant’s counsel, with a huge
roll of manuscript, sat near him taking page
on page of notes. The court-room was crowd
ed. As the hands of the clock pointed to the
hour of noon Squire Edmunds arose, motion
ed to the attorneys mid said: “When the
learned counsel have concluded their able ar
gument they will fiai my decision in this
drawer; I wrote it out last night. The ponrt
is going to diimer.” r
Would Bear Repetition.
Towards the close of Senator “Jim” Nye’s
first term, he spent the greater part of a short
session in Nevada, working for re-election.
On his re-election he started for Washington,
and the first thing he did when he got to the
capital was to go to the secretary’s office and
pbekee the pay for the three or four months
that he had been absent. Stuffing the crisp
pile of new greenbacks into his capacious wal
let, he walked into the Senate Chamber. A
few minutes thereafter some partisan measure
came up, which required a two-thirds vote, and
as a number of Republicans were absent, it
could not be gotten through. At this Mr. Nye
rose up in his seat, and with that sublimity of
audacity peculiar to him, expressed his deep
regret and mortification that Senators should
be so regardless of their duty to their country
and their constituents as to absent themselves
from their stats. Senator Sumner, who sat
by Senator Nye, looked at him in undisguised
astonishment and dismay, as, in fact, did al
most every other Senator in the chamber.
When Mr. Nye concluded, and sat down with
his face beaming all over with satisfaction,
Senator Fessenden, who happened just then
to be in an unusually irascible mood, got up
and gave Mr. Nye such a terrible scoring for
his assurance that the Nevada Senator could
not open his lips.
The Wife of Elbrldge Gerry.
Mrs. Gerry was a daughter of the venerable
Charles Thompson, secretary of the Revolu
tionary Congress. She was one of the most
elegant and accomplished ladies of her day.
Trained up amidst the scenes of the Revolu
tion, she possessed all the energy and firmness
of those times. During her husband’s absence
as ambassador to France, her house was en
tered by a burglar, when, animated with a
true courage, she seized a pistol and encoun
tered him; he fled before her, jumped from
window, broke his leg, and was taken. Her
brother, who had been in the service of the
British East India Company, left her a hand
some fortune.
He Drew One Cent Due Him.
When George C. Gorham closed his accounts
as Secretary and disbursing officer of the Sen
ate, in 1879, after eleven years of service, it
was found at the Department that there was
one cent owing him. In an official letter,
which had to be copied, recorded, numbered,
etc., the United States Treasurer notified Gor
ham of the balance on settlement, and request
ed that he would draw his check for the
amount. With the same precision as though
a million dollars was at stake, the check was
drawn. A messenger conveyed it to the Treas
ury. The books were searched to see if the
amount was to Gorham’s credit, and then the
cent was paid—a great big copper one—which
Gorham proposed to keep for luck evermore.
It seemed that had he not drawn the balance
it would have gone on forever among the liabil
ities of the Treasury, and occasioned any
amount of trouble to the clerks.
An Old Story Re-told.
As a squad of Confederate prisoners was
being marched from the steamboat wharf to
the old capitol prison, toward the close of the
war, they gazed at a menagerie procession that
they met with great interest. Finally the gi
gantic elephant “Hannibal” came along, di
rected by his keeper, a young man mounted on
horseback. “Hi!” exclaimed one of the boys
in gray; “Them uns makes me think of Rich
mond last winter, when old Humphrey Mar
shall and Alex. Stephens osed to go about like
that ere elliphant and its keeper.” As Mar
shall weighed over 300 pounds and Mr. Ste
phens less than 100 pounds, the comparison
was good. It is related, and, I am inclined to
think, truthfully, that John P. Hale once said
to Mr. Stephens: “Why, Stephens, if you
don’t look out I will swallow you.” “If you
do,” replied the Georgian, “you will have more
brains in yonr body than you ever had in your
head.”
Miss Ellen Barion, principal of the Maine
State School for Deaf Mutes, is almost idolized
by her unfortunate charges. Last week Miss
Barton’3 mother died aud their sympathetic
sorrow for her great bereavement almost turn
ed the school into an institution of mourning.
The school is said to be the most advanced of
its class in the country.
Louis T. Rebisso has been awarded the con
tract for the §20,000 monument of President
Harrison to be erecied in Cincinnati. The
famous sculptor, Ezekiel, was Rebisso’s most
prominent rival for the contract Rebisso was
boro in Genoa, Italy, in 1837. He went to Cin- I whose scientific pretensions he makes merci-
cinnati in 1867. I less fun.
PERSONAL MENTION
What the People Are Doing
and Saying.
Mr. Gladstone objects to the word “Glad-
stonian” as a synonym for liberal.
It is proposed to erect a monument over the
grave of Vice-President Henry Wilson at Natick.
James S. Wethered, of San Francisco, owns
a snuff-box made of the first lot of gold found
in California in 1848.
Moses T. Stevens of Andover, Mass., is said
to be the largest individual woollen manufac
turer in United States.
The Vanderbilt Library for the use of the
New York Central Railroad employees was
opened Oct. 3 in New York City.
Mme. Patti has ordered a banjo from Mr.
Funkenstein, of Liverpool, and it is supposed
she intends to learn to use it herself.
King William, of Holland, is almost restored
to health. He was driving a four-in-hand last
week with his young Queen by his side.
George L. Schuyler is the only living mem
ber of the syndicate that built the yacht Amer
ica and won the cup from Great Britian in 1851.
Miss Proctor, a seventeen-year old Oregon
girl, killed seven bears last winter, and sold
their pelts for the benefit of African mission
aries.
A well-known Boston lawyer, it is said, re
cently won a case in the Western courts which
netted him, as a fee, §225,000. He does not
practice now.
Isaac Jeans is the wealthiest of all the staid .
old Quakers in Philadelphia. He is worth about
§3,500,000, and started in iife forty-five ago as
an apple man.
M. Robert Fleury, the Belgian artist, is
eighty-nine years old, bat still wields his brush
es, and last year exhibited a portrait of his son
at the Paris Salon.
Rev. H. Bernard Carpenter has been voted a
gift of §10,000 by the members of the Hollis
Street cnurch, Boston, where he has beeu pas
tor for some time.
Mrs. Jessie P. Barnes, of Brooklyn, has
been elected a member of the faculty of Wash
ington college, Irving, Cal., to take charge of
the department of music.
The richest woman in Baltimore is Mrs. G.
M. Hutton, daughter of Thomas Winans.
When she wishes to spend §20,000,000 on a
new bonnet she can do it.
Arthur Ridley, of Meriden Conn., is the own
er of fourteen skating rinks in Melbourne,
Australia, and 'the net proceeds for the past
year amounted to §75,000.
Andrew Carnegie sailed for this country
Oct. 8. He expects to interview President
Cleveland and the inter-State arbitration depu
tation soon after his arrival.
Senator Hiscock is physically a very indo
lent man. But he keeps his brain busy most
of the time, He says he does some of the
most effective thinking in bed.
Miss Muller, a member of the London School
Board, who is now traveling in this country,
expresses the opinion that the United States is
certainly the earthly paradise of woman.
Canadian Senator Me Master, of Toronto,
who recently died worth §1,000,000, left §800,-
000 to endow a Baptist college. He made the
bulk of his fortune as a railroad contractor.
Archduchess Marie Valerie, of Austria, who
is betrothed to the heir presumptive to the
crown of Saxony, has literary tastes, and is
a frequent contributor to German periodicals.
The marriage of an American girl. Miss
Fanny Coddrington, to Mr. Robert Barret
Browning, the son of the poet, will be celebrat
ed in the church on Mr. Schleslnger’s estate in
Kent.
Countess Telfener, sister of Mrs. Mackay, has
secured, it is the rumored, a separation from
the Count, her husband. When she married,
her bonanza brother-in-law gave her a hand
some dowry.
Edward Burgess is said to be enjoying great
practical benefits, as well as international fame,
in consequence of the achievements of the Puri
tan, Mayflower and Volunteer. His hands are
full of orders for boat building.
Gov. Alger, of Michigan, has just built anl
presented a fine school house to the town of
West Ilarrisville,Mich. The Governor thought
the school building at that point a disgrace to
the State, and accordingly replaced it with a
new one.
Whenever James Gordon Bennett crosses
the ocean blue he has a pipe made for the cap
tain of the ocean steamship in which he sails.
His hobby is to have the pipe presented in a
silver case, with the monogram of the captain
engraved on the outside.
Col. A. Andrews, of San Francisco, is the
richest pensioner in the Uaited States, being
worth something like §4,500,000. He is a vet
eran of the Mexican war and pays over his
monthly stipend from Uncle Sam to a needy
veteran who receives no pension.
The condition of Mrs. John A. Logan is very
gratifying to her many friends. The fracture
of her left shoulder is rapidly succumbing to
treatment, and the splint will be removed this
week. Her general health is better than at any
time since her husband’s death.
The rulings of Mis3 Carrie Byrne, Superin
tendent of Schools in Plymouth county, la.,
from which an appeal was recently taken, have
been sustained by the State Superintendent of
Schools. Some of the male teachers objected
to her standard of examination before granting
certificates.
General Sherman has in his possession at his
office iu New York the original copy of tbe
song “Sherman’s March to the Sea.” It is
beautifully written on the most ordinary kind
of note paper, the verses being separated by
sketches, in pen and ink, of flags, stars and
other national emblems.
Edward McPherson, as surviving executor of
Thaddeus Stevens, has sold the Caledonia Fur
nace in Pennsylvania. Mr. Stevens and Jamss
D. Paxton built a forge on this site in 1810.
There are about 12,000 acres of land in tbs
property, including some fine iron ore on the
Adams County side of the mountain.
At the recent celebration in Philadelphia,
Hannibal Hamlin was one of the conspicuons
figures. In spite of his years he carried him
self like a man in the prime of life. His cheeka
are full and florid, his eyes bright, and his
whole bearing that of a man who enjoys life.
And yet Hannibal Hamlin was in the United
States Senate before either Jefferson Davis or
Simon Cameron had entered that body. The
latter, however, is ten years older than H tm-
lin.
John C. Fremont is 74 years old and i3 gtth-
ering materials for a history of bis life to ba
written by himself and his wife. He carries
his years with a step as springy and a f arm as
straight as they were when he carved a path
way uver the Rocky Mountains o the new El
Dorauo forty years ago. H:s snowy wuite nau
and whiskers are as neatly kept as were his
blondo locks in the days when he stole tha
heart of pretty Jesse Benton in spite of her
father’s protest.
Archduke John, of Austria, who has been
dismissed from the military service of his coun
try by the Emperor, his uncle, is 36 years of
age and h8ld the rank of Lieutenant General.
Some six or seven years ago he incurred the
Emperor’s displeasure by a remarkable pam
phlet on the state of the army in which he mer
ciiessly criticised the leading lights of tne
Austrian War Department, and held them up
to contempt aud ridicule. Ha is at daggers
with his cousin, Crown Prince Rudolph, ol