About The sunny South. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1875-1907 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 22, 1887)
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
