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4 THEjBUKNY SOUTH. ATLANTA. GA„ SATURDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 19,1887 fllUl.lWHKI) JCVERV SATURDAY BUSINESS OFFICE 21 MARIETTA 8T. 2Z*U*M*i'• - - - - • EPfTOR. Terms : Two dollar, per Annum One dollar for Sir Monthe_ •«*A'NA/v/n/vs' *aAAAAAAAAA/WVVVV Advertising» T- , per Line. Seventr-tive orate per Inch. "^Bnbraribere ehould always give the name^of •tepoetoffice to which their papery are sent. Benoue SS^wd lnacuraceeare apt to Wo*.^ ^ ali. rniih Among thousands of BubBcnboro li S*JHt to find “ jocular name without a certain or changed. |f ° ,n ° , !!T.°roffice and not to traveling IMntai and name both office*. • TO COWTBIBUTOB8. Write at plainly at Pottible on one tide qf the and use paper of medium weight. Do not roByowr MSS. Fold them flatty; a Innf both to reader and printer. Letter site umperUmost preferred. ft is well to write the name of the MSS. at the top of each page-, the pages ehould be oareefully numbered according to their regular sequence. 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We will send them sample copies of the Sunny South with supplement and list of presents. Who will Win the Pony? Since our last issue a number of boys and girls have entered the contest for the pony and sad dle. Let the list swell. We will publish all the names after awhile. Two New Stories this Week We begin two charming stories in this issue, “Homeless Though at Home,” and “IHE MADISE LOST; OR, Graf Serden’s Bride.” The first chapters of “Homeless Though at Home,” appeared in our last issue, but we are ■ending the paper to so many new patrons ev ery day and so many applications for sample copies have come in since last week that we decided to retain the opening chapters in this issue and print a greater number of extra cop ies in order ta supply the demand. Cousin John Thrasher in Dr. Haw thorne’s Church. The famous “Cousin John,” once so popular and widely known in Atlanta, dropped down into the city frem Northeast Georgia on a re cent Sunday and attended I)r. Hawthorne’s handsome church, and in speaking of it after wards to a reporter, siid: *‘1 went in to hear Hawthorne when I was in Atlanta, and I tell you, sir, he’s a preacher. And ain’t the churcn and singing fixin’s done up fine? When I went in there I felt like I was in a show, to hear all that fine singing and to see ail them little chairs. My father helped to build that old church; he putin 81,100 of the money, and he belonged to it for many years. As I sat in the church and saw the la dies’ fine dresses, the little hymn slips, the bine and gold-colored organ, and the feller with the horn blowing, and the tancy singing ladies and gentlemen, 1 thought how the old man would open his eyes in astonishment if he could arise from his grave and walk in at the door some Sunday morning and see bow things have changed. In bis time there was no gas in the church, no carpet on the floor, no chairs from the fac tories, no fancy organ; but the light was fur nished by lamps, the seats were plain, uncush ioned, pine benches, and the music was led by some good old brother who sat way up in the amen corner. But I reckon it’s all right. I know they bad mighty fine singing the day when I was there, and Hawthorne preached a mighty fine sermon.” Mrs Evans-Wilson’s New Book. We have not seen a copy of Mrs. Wilson’s new novel, entitled “At the Mercy of Tiberi us,” but one of our Southern daily contempo raries says, “The northern critics have junped upon Mrs. Wilson’s novel, “At the Mercy of Tiberius,” with perhaps unnecessary severity. It is true that Mrs. Wilson has a weakness for the turgid, inflated diction which in our earlier and ernder days passed for fine writing, but it should not be forgotten that she knows how to tell a story in an attractive way, bold ing the interest of the reader to the end. Her plots are strong and her characters are well drawn. The trouble with Mrs. Wilson, as we have Already intimated, grows out of her learning in the direction of what nsed to be called fine writing. In an age when our greatest story tellers cnltivate a simple and vigorous style the average reader is not in sympathy with a writer to whom the air is “liquid gold,” the sea “molten sapphire wreathed with pearls,” the earth something at which “the wailing children of Time,” must “crouch and tug at the moss, velvet, daisy-sprinkled skirt of the mighty Mater, praying sane lullaby from her to soothe our pain, but human woe frets not her sublime serenity as, deaf as desert sphinx, she fronts the future.” Of crurse the critics are right in protesting against such flubdub as this, but it speaks well for Mrs. Wilson’s genius that her rain bow and star-spangled banner style of rhetoric has never obscured the real interest of her stories or contracted the circle of admiring readers who began with “Beulah,” and are now ending with “At the Mercy of Tiberius.” Mrs. Wilson’s success is the best answer to unjnst criticism. K. Sato, of Japan, has been stopping in Rome a day or two, on his way to Oxford, Ga., to attend college. He belongs to an influ ential family in his native country, who, be coming converted to Christianity, sent the young man to America to be educated as a Methodist missionary. He has been for some time attending the college at DePaw, Ind., but, being nurtured in a milder climate, it was lonnd that the severe winters in the West were too much for his constitution, and he was sent South. The Prohibition War in Atlanta. This city is again aroused from center to circumference on the liquor question. The forces seem to be more evenly balanced than before, and at this writing, fifteen days before the election, it is simply impossible to predict the result. Both sides not only claim a vic tory, but each is sorely drunken with bitter ness and enthusiasm. This paper being in no sense a local journal, has taken no active part in the campaign and will not do so, but it would reprehend in the most earnest manner the vituperative and in temperate speeches which are being made on both sides. Some of the preachers charge that the speakers and voters for whisky have been purchased for a price, aud some of the anti speakers say they have more respect for the “devils in hell” than for some of the preach ers. Some of the leading anti-prohibition or ators charge the proheis with being liars, hypocrite and drunkards, while the prohi- speakers accuse the antis of being anarchists, blackguards and the enemies of all law, mor ality and decency. In this way both parties are bringing odium upon their respective sides of the question, and a great many good people will probably not vote at all. It is a matter of sore regret that such a state of things should exist after the solemn assertions of both parties in the outset that the campaign should be conducted only in a decent and fraternal manner. It is impossible to tell which has the greater preponderance of argument, eloquence or vo ters. Both sides have immense pnblic meet ings, and the enthusiasm runs to white heat. Every speaker is cheered to the echo. And without the least reflection upon the able ora tors on both sides, we believe the colored speakers have made the best and most telling points. The anties have just been reinforced by the eloquence of the distinguished Mr. Cochran of Texas, who was the Republican nominee for Governor of that State, and who stumped it with the Hon. Mr. Mills against prohibition. He is said to be making some strong speeches in this city. A few more days will settle the question in Atlanta, and we hope it will be a final settle ment. Two Notable Women Gone. Within a few days past the cable has con veyed across the ocean intelligence of the death of two most famous women. In widely di- versed forms each of them possessed gifts that enabled her to contribute largely to the sum of human enjoyment. Endowed with a marvel lous faculty of song, Jenny Lind held thou sands upon thousands enraptured by the sweet ness of her voice. Many are still living to whom her thrilling notes are the fondest of memories. She will go down in history as one of the queens of song, who made thousands thank God that He ever bestowed so marvel lous a gift upon one of the daughters of earth. But her fame will be a tradition only; no strain of hers has been left reverberating to charm generation after generation. Her gift brought', pleasure to comparatively few of her own gen eration. Bat who may count the number of those who have enjoyed the products of Miss Muloch’s genius? Tor more than thirty years there have been dropping from her pen the purest and noblest thoughts in the very best of English. No word, so far as we know, did she ever write calculated to impair faith in virtue and God. On the contrary, the lessons that she taught were of patience, gentleness, truth, and love. To whatever rank in the roll of Authors the verdict of posterity may assign her, this much must be Baid in her favor that she wrote no line designed or calculated to make vice seem pleasant or virtue contempti ble. Entertaining a lofty conception of true womanhood, she sought earnestly to incite her sex to aim at the exemplification of her ideal. Nowhere can we find the dignity of wifehood and womanhood more lovingly por trayed than in her volumes. She contributed to our literature a large stock of excellent reading for the family fireside, and no one need be ashamed of having her books on their parlor table. * * Sailing on an Unruffled Current. It ib the lot of some to pass the whole period of their earthly existences without any rough or painful experiences. A few never know anything of acute physical suffering. Some were never sick, were never painfully hungry, nor very thirsty, nor intensely cold, nor ex tremely warm; never endured the horrors of a raging tooth nor bore the torture of unstrung nerves. Others are but slightly acquainted with men tal agony. They have never been called on to give up dear friends, and know nothing of how the heart may break, yet brokenly live on when its richest affections have been lavished on some one who offers no return. The flow of their inner lives are uninterrupted, undis turbed. A large number of those who have dwelt up on our planet have had uneventful careers— careers unmarked by any incident very pleas ant or unpleasant. These have been espe cially favored, for as large a number have had to endure the stern discipline of adversity in some of its varied forms. Millions after mil- ions have been forced to meet the frightful horrors of war. Many have had to groan vain ly beneath the harsh injustice of unrestrained tyranny, or have been compelled to pass through the still more frightful ordeal when all the bonds of society are dissolved by the shock of revolution. The famine, the pesti lence, the earthquake, the storm have been messengers of war to vast multitudes. The number of those who have been called to bear exceptionally great calamities has not been small. They who move along in the quiet vale of humility should never complain of the for tune that has assigned to them existences so little marked by events. By escaping what is exciting they have also escaped much that is painful. Careers full of dramatic situations are apt to be full, also, of suffering. He who can say that he has nothing remarkable to tell of his life has a history that is to he envied. * • The Enterprising East Tenn, Va. & Ga. B. B. No railroad management has ever surpassed this in quick, short and telling points to con trol public patronage. They first gave us free delivery in the city on freights, and no occa sion of public interest is allowed to pass with out a special rate being fixed for travel over their lines. On the first of this month they made a special rate to parties travelling in a body on one ticket as follows: 10 to 14 per sons, 2 12 cents per mile;. 15 to 25 persons 2 1-4 cents per mile; over 25 persons 2c. per mile. Ai.d so they go, making point after point, and triumph after triumph in controlling business. Was Governor Taylor, of Tennessee, Snubbed in Atlanta. We would really like to know if there is any fonndation whatever for the paragraphs which are still floating around on this subject. We have published Governor Gordon’s version of it, and had hoped there were no good grounds for the public comments, but we con tinue to find paragraphs floating promiscuous ly through our exchanges like the one we give below. If it be true that G ivernor Taylor did not receive the attention which was due him as a specially invited guest and as the cfticial head of a great State, it was simply an unfor tunate and a most unpardonable oversight. Tennessee is not snrpassed by any State in the South in any of those elements which make up a great and prosperous State. Her resources are immeasurable and exhanstless. Her people are unsurpassed in intelligence, education and refinement; and her native scenery is unrivaled. Sue contains more thrifty and thriving towns and four of the best and most prosperous cities in the whole South —Nashville, Memphis, Chattanooga and Knox ville. Tnen talk about Atlanta or any South ern town or city “snubbing” the honored, popular and polished Governor of such a State as this and leaving him to sleep in box cars or wherever he could find a shelter? There must be Borne mistake about it and we are anxious to know why such paragraphs as the following should still be travelling. The paragraph purports to have been a special from Atlanta to the Knoxville Journal, but aB we do not get that paper in exchange we find it running in other papers as an es tablished fact. It is headed: “ The Wav Our Bob Was Treated In Atlanta. [Special to the Knoxville Journal, jj Atlanta, Ga., October 19-h.—The hundreds of Tennesseans who came here to see the President and lady are justly indignant at the bad treatment of Governor Taylor and his staff by the exposition commissioners. The Gov ernor ar d bis staff came here as an honorary escort to the President, and have been sleep ing in a railroad car for several nights, while the governors of three other Southern States have been provided with luxurious quarters in the leading hotels. Governor Tayior and his party, including some of the leading society ladies and gentlemen, of Nashville, have re ceived little or no attention at the hands of the lordly and ambitious little Grady and his little ■clique, who are running everything in connec tion with the exposition and the President’s visit. The Governor refused to attend the re ception given to Mr. and Mrs. Cleveland at the Capital City Club last night, because no invi tations were furnished his party. His action is applauded by the many suffering Tennes seans who are living on the sulphurous atmos phere of this “one hoss” town. It is true that the Piedmont Exposition was managed in all its details by a very small num ber of onr citizens. It was the work and pet scheme of only a baker’s dozen or a little more and to them belong all the honor and whatever of censure may attach to its management. The city is in no way responsible. Even its official head, the worthy, modest and distinguished Mayor was entirely ignored in all the plans and ceremo nies of the occasion. The city is therefore in no way responsible whether it be a “one hoss town” or not. Bat Atlanta does not consider itself a “one horse” town by any means. In fact it has six famous grays which it utilizes on all large occasions. They palled the Presi dent around, also Sam Randall and Sarah Bernhardt. No “one hoss” about that. But it does nothing on the one horse plan. On the contrary, it does things on a bigger scale and with less money to back it than any city or town of its size in the whole country. A Fine Old Book Beproduced. Something more than a hundred years ago the Memoirs of the Margravine of Baireuth was introduced to the knowledge of the literary world. Had such information been needed, it would have given an assurance that high rank is no guarantee against misery, a&d that one may be as wretched in a palace as in a hovel. The Princess who tells this story of an un happy life, was the sister of that Frederic whom the world has called great—the daughter of that king of Prussia whom Macauly most properly descripes as a cross between Moloch and Puck. Her mother was a daughter of the George whom Englishmen preferred, with his coarse German manners and his ugly German mistresses, to the gay and graceful chevalier, who had learned the religion as well as the courtly graces of Versailles. Fortunately for his British subjects, George contented himself with their homage and their money, and never sought to force upon them his maxims of gov ernment. His daughter, however, who came to wear the crown matrimonial of the most despotic government of Europe, had no desire to play the part of a figure-head. She had a great ambition with but small capacity for governing. She intrigued as constantly as she breathed, though most of her intrigues resulted in nothing. A more thoroughly disagreeable woman it would be difficult to conceive. Her husband, whom the Margravine repeatedly commends for his goodness of heart, had a temper so violent that it often transformed him into a madman. It was his sole ambition to have a fine army, and that be might have the money for this, he condemned himself and his whole household to such fare as a mechanic would have regarded as* meagre. When this first daughter was born to them, both king and queen seemed to think of her only as a being for whom a husband was to be found, and they began plotting for this purpose around her cradle. Long before she was out of the nursery, several matches had been proposed for her—the two parents generally disagreeing and keeping up a perpetual strife. The mother had set her heart upon marry ing her to her nephew, the proflicate Frederic, son of George II. The Prin cess, from her point of observation could know little of what was going on. She did not perceive that a number of the shrewd est politicians on the continent were employ- . ing their best wits to defeat the scheme which her parents were for once agreed upon wishing to accomplish But she did know that her whole girlhood and maidenhood was rendered intensely miserable by these contiDaons plot tings ana counter-plottings. One thing was settled. She must marry somebody. The plan of allowing her to remain single until she should be sought in honest love was never once entertained. Truth to say, her life in the pa ternal palace was wretched enough to have driven her to accept a Turk or a Tartar on the hope of rendering her condition more endura ble. While years were being spent in these in trigues, she, by dint of a strong and vigorous intellect became a well educated and highly accomplished woman. These memoirs, writ ten we presume after her marriage, and after the death of her two tormentors, her father and father-in law had rendered her existence more enjoyable, prove her mistress of an ea sy and graceful pen. The pictures wlmh she had left of the courts of Berlin and Baireuth will forever remain as fine specimens of liter ary workmanship. The old King, half crazy about his regiment of giants, the queen, al ways plotting and always betrayed, the crowd of minions who created the atmosphere of falsehood in which they lived, are all limned with an exquisite skill. Apart however from the interest that attaches to it as a work of art, it is a most valuable source of information in re gard to the history of that period. To these pages of the Margravine Carlyle was indebted for very much of the material which he wrought into his grand, hut we fear not very readable History of the Soldier King. We are sincere ly glad then that the Harpers have issued this elegant translation of the Princess Helena among their valuable publications. We hope as it shall be extensive y read by onr Ameri can people it will make them hate more in tensely all forms of absolutism and induce them to cherish with a fonder love our free and liberal institutions. * * WHEN THEY WERE BOYS. Backward Glances at the Lives of Prominent Men. The Boyhood of Secretary Lamar-A Studious Youth Surrounded by Books. (Copyright, 1887, by Bacheller & Co.) [Special Correspondence of the Sunny South J Washington, D C., November 11.—Men are but children of a larger growth, and chil dren are only men and women seen through the spy-glass inverted. The babes of the last generation were but a microcosm of the adults of this. So it is that nothing more interests a thoughtful person than the incidents of his own childhood, and next to that come the in cidents of somebody else’s childhood. Let us review some of these to-day: One of the public men of Washington, now more conspicuously than ever in the public eye, is L. Q. C. Lamar, Secretary of the Inte rior. About a month agtu after nursing the thought ever since last water, the President said to him after Cabinet meeting one day: “Mr. Lamar, I’d like to have ycu go on the Supreme bench.’’ And the Secretary frankly said: “1 wou d like to oblige yon; moreover the place you indicate is that one of all in your gift which I most prize and for which I am, perhaps best fitted.” In a week or so the transfer will be made and he will probably be superseded in accordance with civil service rules. The surroundings of Lamar’s childhood were somewhat peculiar. He was christened, by the way, not Lucius Quintus Curtius, as is generally supposed, but Lucius Quintus Cin- cinnatus—the “C” standing not for the maD who jumped into the gulf to die, but for the man who jumped out of the corn to fight. The S cretarr (whose Thaneship of Cawdor is forecast for next week) was a studious and thoughtful boy. He does not remember when he learned to read, and his surroundings were scholarly. His father was a Circuit Judge, learned and widely esteemed, and his three uncles, Jefferson, Thomas and Mirabeau La mar, were all remarkable men, the last named being President of the Republic of Texas when his nephew was a boy. Judge Lamar died when his sou was 9 years old, and he then fell to his patient mother’s care. I am honored with Secretary Lamar’s friend ship and confidence, and I have often heard him speak of his youth in terms which he did not, indeed, expect would be repeated, but, as he is the property of the public, I venture to record a bit of this narrative. “Books?” he said. “I was surrounded with books. My father’s library was unusually large and varied for those times. The first book I remember having had put into my hands by my mother, after juvenile boobs, was ‘Franklin’s Autobiography.’ The next was ‘Rollin’s History.’ Then came ‘Piutarch’s Lives,’ which I keenly enjoyed. Then Mrs. Hemans’ innocent poems were intrusted to me and ‘Young’s Night Thoughts." As an anti dote, or at least a foil, for these came Byron, which I devoured with eagerness. It was not till later years that I discovered that I had read an expurgated edition—‘Don Juan’ had been carefully cut ont. After this was ‘Robertson’s America,’ Marshall’s ‘Life of Washington,’ ‘Locke on the Understanding,’ Stuart’s ‘Men tal Philosophy,’ Brown’s ‘Lectures on the In tellect,’ and, after a while, Cousin’s ‘Psychol ogy.’ ” Of course young Lamar went to school. That which most ii fluenced bis mind and formed his life were the Manual Labor School and Methodist College at Oxford, Ga. I have heard him felicitate himself on the fact that he was sent there. “I was a delicate boy. never so athletic as my two brothers, and being put to work strengthened and toned up my whole system We all had to work three hours every day at the ordinary work of a plantation—plowing, hoeing, cutting wood, picking cotton and sow ing it, pulling fodder, and every item of a planter’s occupation. When we left that school we could do not only this ordinary drudgery in the best way, but the most expert could shoe a horse, make an axe-helve, stock a plow, or do anv plain bit of biacksmithing and carpentry. It was a great training for us all, for we became perfectly versed in the de tails of the work of a farm Many of Geor gia’s most distinguished men were reared there, but the instiujuaji was qot a financial success.” T I once asked the Secretary what his mental tendencies were in school. “Towards history, political economy, soci ology and biology,” he said. "Poetry, too, took a strong hold of me. When I was in col lege I read through the plays of Shakspeare and the dramatic poetry of that remarkable woman, Joanna Baillie, recommended to me by my mother." Mr. Lamar is not a monomaniac, like Joan na Baill.e’s impossible characters, but versa tile and many sided; for, tending strongly to wards philosophy and meditation, he yet be came Professor of Mathematics as well as Po litical Economy in the University of Missis sippi. Mrs. Lamar is home again, and feels better for the sojourn in the White Mountains this summer, which seems to have banished the malaria. Other members of the household are Mr. Lamar, Jr., and his wife, who is not only a brilliant conversationalist and a favorite with her own sex, but next (perhaps) to Mrs. Cleveland, the most beautiful woman in the Cabinet circle. She is, moreover, a trained and talented artist, who had works in the New York Academy of Design before She was mar ried. She has just finished two striking cray ons of her distinguised father-in-law. I met a Hoosier the other day who is known tosbis friends as “Colonel,” and at a table in Chamberlain’s he told a story of Gen. John C. Black, Commissioner of Pensions. The talk had run on Black’s chance for the Vice-Presi dential nomination with Cleveland. “If I were Black I wouldn’t give 2 cents to he in sured,” said the Colonel “Black has hardly a competitor. The Vice President must come from the West; he must come from one of the only two States which the Democrats have a chance of carrying—Indiana and Illinois. In diana has no candidate of prominence, and he must be a soldier and should be a wounded veteran. There you have Black. See?—the very photograph of him.” “I was in school with John C,” the Colonel went on, “at Wabash College, Indiana. I had some pocket money, like most of the boys, but some were poor and got along as they could. One of these was John, a stout, hearty, good- natured and ambitious boy, whom I came to like. Ha taught school and worked on a farm in vacation time—anything to raise money. In school he helped take care of the rooms On acconnt of this service one of the big boys named Benton, who was called ‘rich,’ insisted on pestering and bothering him. John stood the jeers well for a while; but one morning word went around that he had ‘warned’ the insolent fellow to mind his own business. I supposed that was the last of it; but about a week after there was an excitement around the dormitory, and it soon transpired that Johnny Black had licked Benton—given him a real dressing down, and let him up only at the end of an abject apology and a solemn promise. Everybody liked Black after that, and I believe that he and Benton finally got to be good friends.” John B. Black is a Mississippian, or, as he is accustomed to put it, "a Mississippian by birth, a Pennsylvanian by descent, a Hoosier to education, and an Illinoisian by choice, life and affection.” His father was a Presbyterian minister, who moved to Mississippi for his health, and died there eight years after John was born. To the frontier village of Danville, 111., John went with his mother, and there grew to manhood. His father’s library, whiclf was saved, included the choicest books of the times—poetry, religion, history, science, fic tion—and in these the youth reveled. His mother was a rigid and devout Presby terian, who kept all the observances of the church, and, I have heard Gen. Black say, “she raised all the family in the strict and no ble tenets of that great church.” The boy went first to private schools, for there was no public school system in Illinois thirty five years ago, and after the age of four teen he was always a leader in some debating club and fond of the intellectual sport of that little forum. I once asked General Black what gave the strongest bias to his life outBide of the influ ences already mentioned. “The Circuit Court,” hesaid, "and the great lawyers who periodically visited our little town. Among the foremost of these were Lincoln, Linder, Hannegan, Swett, Voorhees and David Davis. Their coming was to me like the ap proach of the summer solstice. It brought the warmth and brightness of intellectual life twice or thrice a year into the midst of onr barren little community, taught us proper reverence for law, and gave us a glimpse of the treasury which the Anglo Saxon people have heaped up in a thousand years of growth. I acquired, in listening to them, fondness for their pursuit and profession which made me adopt it in alter lite ” Gen. Black’s mother married for a second husband Dr. William Fnhiau, now the oldest living practicing physician in the United States He has practiced it since 1820, and is now 88 years old. I once asked Gen. Black what speech gave him his first reputation as a talker. “Curiously enough,” he said, “it was a speech I delivered in college on the ‘Woes and Wrongs of Ireland.’ It seemed to cause a sen sation, and some of my friends declare that I have never done anything so well worth hear ing since,” he added with a laugh. The war found him in college, and he at once left to go and get filled with bullets in the battles of the Mississippi Valley. His right arm is quite dis abled, and his left arm is twisted out of shape, but he manages with his left hand to sign pen sion papers and to write a few imperative let ters in neat and delicate characters. Thomas H. Benedict, the editor and pub lisher whom Mr. Cleveland a year ago took from the Comptroller’s office of New York S.ate and brought here to be Public Printer, is a tail, slender, alert, active, earnest man, with gray eyes, sharp features, and stubble on his upper lip drappled of sand and silver. He comes ot a long line of public men, his grand father and lather having both served many ttrms in the Legislature, where he succeeded them four times himself. He comes, moreover, from a family that has obeyed the Divine command given in the Gar den ot Eieu, for his mother was one of six teen children, one of her sister had fourteen children, of whom the Public Printer is one of the younger. Two of Mr. Benedict’s brothers were killed in the war, ana the other thirteen brothers aud sisters are still living in adult vigor. Mr. Benedict himself is a widower of 45, with a pretty and interesting daughter, just on the eve or finishing her scucoiing and “coming out.” In his youth Thomas H..had abundant edu cational advantages, but he had no strong bias toward any particular profession. He devel oped, however, two powerful tendencies. One was to be a musician, the other to enter the pupae service. He yielded to both attractions, becoming first a musician, playing a piano in the parlor and the organ in cnurch and teaching them both. Showing great tenacity of purpose and a tendency to “get there,” he was then sent to tue Legislature and kept in harness as long as he wouid serve. He was then called by Mr. Cleveland to the service of the State, at Albany first and then at Washington. He slicks to his business like a boy to a new sled, and thinks and talks of little else. It is re ported that he is “making a record.” There is a chance in an establishment that turns out twenty tons of printed matter a day and dis burses §2.500,000. The leading division in the Pension Office, the Old Army and Navy Division, is presided over by Gen. J. B. Coit, whom the President and Gen. Black called Irom the wilds of Con necticut. New Yorkers will remember a steamboat named W. W. Coit coursing through the wa ters of the bay and Sound. It was named af ter Gen. Coit’s father, who was a noted steam boat man thirty years ago, and, in a cut-rate contest, drove Commodore Vanderbilt off the Connecticut River. He discovered and ap plied the use of hard coal in generating steam (wood being previously used), and the Hud son and Delaware Canal gave him a six months’ supply of coal in token of the service. J. B. Coit had all the advantages that books could give, and was fitted for college when he was 16 years of age. He read law in Cleve land, Ohio, and when the war broke out en listed as a private in a Connecticut company. On the battle field of Bull Run he was promo ted to be Sergeant-Major of the regiment (com manded by Terry ), and was promoted after Gettysburg and Antietam. He was wounded eight times. It is notable that Terry, who went as Colonel of the regiment, became a Major-General in the regular army; Hawley, who went as Captain in it, became Major-Gen eral of volunteers, and Coit, who entered it as private, came home a Brigadier-General. On Monday last Thomas A. Edison was in Washington lookihg after his phonograph pat ents. I called on him and he said I had not reported him exactly in his allusion to the Patent Office. He added—and I took notes so as to be accurate this time: “The Patent Office’s protection does not pro tect and will not as long as any man is allowed to overthrow a patent, by tnerely swearing tbaf he remembers inventing it first. Nobody should be permitted to make a case except on the basis of papers filed at the time. My plan would not do away with the present system of getting patents, but would do away with these interferences. There would be examinations just the same as now; but to protect poor in ventors who have not the money to pay for a patent they should he permitted to file, in seal ed envelopes or otherwise their statements of what they have done, their ideas, their inten tions, their progress, on the payment of a nominal sum—say §1, and in case a more in dustrious and wealthy inventor should apply and obtain a patent, the poor man may apply for a patent just the same; but no testimony can be introduced tending to prove priority by witness except the paper covering the claim has been previously filed in the Patent Office. It does not change the system of granting patents at all, but eliminates a great propor tion ot the fraud and perjury. My suggestion only strikes at these interference cases—the great source of fraud.” We had a Wagonmakers’ Convention here the other day and a big banquet at night. Well, the members, duly impressed with the solemnity of their business, brought from the North a pulpiteer named Peters, and he was called on to ask the blessing whenever the oc casion seemed sufficiently important to require grace At the banquet all rose devoutly to their feet, and the Rev. Mr. Peters folded his hards, closed his eyes and said: “0 God! as a co ivention of carriage buil ders, we now look to Thee, the Great Builder of the Universe, the Infinite Draughtsman and Architect, who causeth everything to revolve in infinite perfection! May we remember that in making perfect wheels and bodies, springs, axles, bolts, varnish, leather and all that com bines and designs a good and beautiful vehi cle, we are aiming to be like God, who is per fect in all things! “We meet in our own national capital, not as statesmen or financiers or divines, but in a no less useful and honorable calling, we trust. O, God! let Tby choicest benediction now rest upon this banquet, upon these brave and loyal men who are now seeking needed pleasure and recreation in this bountiful repast and in the flow of soul! May all be done to Thy glory, through our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.” There are some cynics who will be apt to suggest, on reading the above solution, that it is time this sort of thing were omitted at public d nners. W. A. Croffut. Miss Willard Entertained. A reception was given to Miss Frances E. Willard by the Massachusetts Woman Suf frage Association at the Hotel Brunswick, Boston, on the 19th ult. The gHests assembled at five o’clock; an hour or more was passed in a social way and then the guests sat down to the banquet. Mrs. Lucy Stone presided. Mrs. Mary A. Livermore made an address of wel come, to which Miss Willard gracefully re sponded. Brief addresses were also made by William Lloyd Garrison, Judge Robert C. Pit man, Rev. Mr. Israel of Salem, Rev. E. C. Ab bott of Lawrence, Miss Mary F. Eastman. Miss Anna Gordon, of Chicago, Dr. Alice Stockholm of Chicago, and Rev. F. A. Hinck ley of Providence. Miss Cora Scott Pond read a letter of regret from the Pundita Ramabai. The speaking was interspersed with fine musi cal selections Noticeable among those pres ent were Miss E. Tobey, Mr. Russell Bradlord, Henry H Faxon. Mrs. Caroline M. Severance of Chicago, Mrs. Nina Moore, Mrs. Christien- sen of Beaufort, S C-, Mrs. Ida M. Candler, Miss Aasta Hansteen of Norway. BETWEEN THE LINES. [From the Century.] Between th» lines the smoke hung low, And shells II -w screamii g to and fro, While blue or gray in snarp distress R ide fasr, their shattered lines to press Again upon the lingering loe. ’Tis past—and now the roses blow Where war was waging years ago; And naught exists save friendliness Between the lines. To yon who made the traveler know In southern homes bow warm hearts glow, Let even this baiting verse express Some measure of true tbankiulness. And grateful, loving memory show Between the lines. Walter Learned. PERSONAL MENTION: What the People Are Coin* and Saying. Ex-Gov. McDaniel, of Georgia, thinks of visiting Cuba this winter. Baron Wolverton Dix suddenly died at his hotel in Brighton, on Sunday, the Oth instant Mr. Philip Pnillips, for many years known as “the Singing Pilgrim,” is at present in San Francisco. “Sunset” Cox says he would not have the chairmanship of the Ways and Means Commit tee if it were offered to him. Buffalo Bill has been effered §400,000 for his Wild West show; but h will Lot leave it in England for less than §500,000. In Memphis a little girl presented to Mrs. Cleveland a bouquet of cotton bolls as a souve nir “from King Cotton to the Queen of Hearts.” Mr. W. H. Michael is preparing the Con gressional Directory, which was so many years edited by the late Major Ben: Perley Poore. A poetical address delivered by Tom Hood to a literary society of which he was president, is to be published from a lately discovered manuscript. The house selected by Postmaster-General Vilas for his Washington home is in a tashion- ab e quarter, adjoining Senator Sherman’s. He paid §35,000 for it. It is rumored that Joseph Pnliizer recently offered James Russell Lowell §10 000 a year to bt c ime literary editor of the World, but that Mr. Lowell declined. Sir John Puleston, Knight and Member of Parliament from Wales, is a former resident of Brooklyn, and was the private secretary of Gov. Curtin, of Pennsylvania. The death has been recorded of Mr. George S m, the Scotch antiquary. His collection of Greek and Roman coins, more than 13,000 in number, is perhaps the finest in the world. The illness of Emperor William is causing more anxiety than is allowed to appear on the surface. It is generally recognized that the old Emperor’s death will be a sudden one. Dr. Graetz, the illustrious Jewish historian, has lately celebrated his seventieth birthday anniversary at Breslau, Germany He is still actively engaged in writing and lecturing. Joseph Fuller, a seaman in the United States navy, residing at Newburyport, Mass., has been allowed a pension for total blindness from Oct. 27, 1803 The first payment of §13,- 985 has already been made. Gen. W. S. Harney is going to make his home in Florida. The editor of the Quincy Herald was with him at the battle of ABh Hoi low in 1854, and also at the founding of Fort Pierre. Gen. Harney is 90 years of age. During his lecture at Cincinnati Saturday Rev. Joseph Parker paid a compliment to Mr. Gladstone and was enthusiastically applauded. At his suggestion a congratulatory cablegram was forwarded to “the grand old man.” Charles Delmonico, who succeeded his father in the management of the famous Delmonico restaurant in New York, is quietly weeding out the gamblers and other loud-voiced objection- ables who once threatened to drive his other patrons away. John B. Hawkins, one of Tallahassee’s en terprising colored men, is building a sixteen- room hotel on the corner of Boulevard and Augustine streets for the accommodation of persons of his race. He will name it “The Boulevard Hotel.” Secretary Bayard, who was at one time sup posed to be in precarious health, has so far re covered that he is about to embark in a new matrimonial undertaking, as he is shortly to marry Miss Sophie Dallas Markoe, a clerk in the Treasury Department. Howard Lee is the youngest office-holder in the United States. He has a place in the Pen sion Office and earns §720 a year for himself and his mother, although he will not be 12 years old till next spring. He was appointed by President Cleveland’s express order. Secretary Lamar is quoted as saying the other day to a Senator who is a close personal friend: “lam going out of this tfflee [after Congress convenes, and I am glad of it. |1 will then be iid of the annoyances and troubles that the occupant of the office necessarily has to contend with.” The state of health of the venerable Duke of Devonshire now excites the deepest apprehen sion of his family and friends, and is regarded with much interest by politicians of all parties in England. His death would have an impor tant effect in transferring Lord Hartington from the Commons to the House of Peers. A statue of John C. Breckinridge is to be un veiled at Lexington, Ky., on Wednesday of next week. Senator Bla ‘kburn will be the or ator of the day, and there will also be ad dresses by Senator Beck and Gen. Buckner. The committee in charge invites all soldiers in the late “war between the States” to be present. John Varney and his wife have lived on Moosehead Lake, Me., for twenty-five years, and during that time have together killed over 400 bears, unnumbered deer and caribou, and much small game. Mrs. John is as expert a bear hunter as her husband, and accompanies him in all his hunting excursions. In June, 1885, they killed five bears in one day. Lord Kinnaird, an English peer, who is likely to visit Philadelphia shortly, is the eleventh baron, dating from his Scotch parent. He was born in 1847. Like Lords Brabazon and Aberdeen he makes the inculcation of re ligion in the lower classes his particular mis sion. To this end he devotes a fair share of his enormous income derived from his bank ing house. Edward Blake, formerly a member of the Dominion cabinet, made a speech recently at Glen’s Harrald, the scene of evictions on the Delmege estates He said it was a shame and humiliation to find a man living in luxury while his tenants were in a state of misery. Upon such men he would invoke the curse of God. He advised his hearers to combine against landlords. Hon. Jefferson Davis has been elected an honorary member of the Confederate Surviv ors Association of Richland county, S. C. Mr. Davis wrote a characteristic letter of accep tance. The following Generals were elected honorary members: John B Gotdon, Wade Hampton, M. C. Butler, G. T Beauregard and Joseph E. Johnston. A resolution was passed inviting Gov. Gordon to deliver an address be fore the association at its annual meeting to be held on the next Memorial day. A committee was ap- pointed to extend the invitation. “The Bose Bud of The Sunny South” —What a Little Girl Can Accom plish. In West Point, Ga., we have long had a sweet little girl as local agent, and every week she orders 20 copies of the Sunny South and went round in person and sold them to the cit izens. And here is what the able local press of that city says about her: “We wish to say to you that a few boars since oar pleasant surroundings were charged with “living magnetism”—as it seemed, for who should step in but a sweet, charming lit tle girl, with rosy cheeks and soft, beautiful et es, and right there was the “magnetism” for she drew us to her in all the splendor of her mind and charms. She bore with her the flowers of the soft, golden sunshine of Indian summer, in their crimson and bronze tints, in one hand, and our favorite paper, the Sunnt South, in the other, for you all know what power this periodical has over our minds, and hearts, so replete witn interesting offerings to children as well as “old folks.” This little girl, as yon know, is an agent for this paper, aud is the absolute perfection of industry and energy in her business, besides ever conducting herself with all the good sense of grown-up people. Full of intense affection, cheerfulness and innocent purity and modesty she is always a welcome visitor, and we be speak for her the encouragement of everybody We shall steal a name from her own Sunny South, by which she may be known, and this sweet name shall be “Rose Bud.” You know, children, that ali rosebuds become roses if not early plucked. So with this little girl and all others. If not gathered in childhood, by the reaper death, they will some day become grown in the rose of life when their sweets will fully develop in maturity, and as they beautify and adorn life now, how much more will they do so in the great future, when they take the places of their parents, the pure and deep-hearted roses of the land. Reflect on this, and on little Miss Carrie Croft, the Rose Bud of the Sunny South. Why may we not have a Carrie Croft, or a live Tommie, Jimmie, or Josephus in every town? Read the extraordinary list of 2,000 valuable presents to be dis tributed in January. There has been nothing like it before. \ ou can secure one if you will. We record with regret the decease of Major H. D. Smith, of Taliaferro county. In the sweet long ago he strove to induct us in the ways of learning at the old Fowelton Acad emy. He was a good man and useful citizen, and we cherish a confident hope of his eternal rest. Men are ever searching out paradoxes with which to make people “open their eyes;” yet there are contradictions enough in human na ture to exhaust all onr faculties for wonder. Not the least marvelous thing is that the por tion of mankind who are laboring for the ben efit of the other portion should meet with stern and steady opposition. Charles Dickens, Jr., will doubtless receive a warm welcome when he comes to this coun try. Everywhere will he meet those who have laughed and wept under the spell of his fath er’s genius. He will see thousands who might truthfully confess that the hours spent over David Copperfield, Pickwick and Nicholas Nickleby have been the happiest of their liveB. Rev. Mr. Carter puts it very nicely when he says that the era of personal liberty came to an end when Adam awoke and found that Eve had been given him for a mate. Wherever there are two human beings there are recipro cal duties and obligations. The idea that a man has a right to sin if he pleases though he may harm a hundred or a thousand fellow mortals by his sinning is too monstrous to be put in words. And we must claim that the persistent effort of the good people of this country to reduce to a minimum the evils of intemperance is some thing new. No such thing has been known- Rings and councils have at divers times sought to restrain their subjects from the practice of vice. But here we have the sublime spectacle of the people themselves asserting that the en- ticers to folly and crime shall not continue to ply their offices. I do most sincerely hope Col. Tom Howard may pull through that attack of paralysis. He is a landmark in Georgia, and his like will never be seen again among men. He is at once the most genial of all men aud the most brilliant conversationalist in America. And how sad to think of that sparkling intellect and brilliant tongue fettered in the iron grip of paralysis. Brave heart, old fellow! Keep up a stout resolution. After a silence of years Mrs. Evans Wilson, of Beulah and St. Elmo fame, has presented herself again before the public. Judging by the title of her new volume, which we have not read, it will be fearfully learned. Despite the fact that her books are all marred by that false eloquence of high-sounding words, there is a real kernel in them for the sake of which readers are willing to crack the shell of a tur gid and heavily laden style. We always believed that it afforded the av erage school bey of the “old field” regime a pleasure rather than otherwise to be able to report that he was being “scrouged.” Certain it is that our grown np Southrons of to-day take being packed not with patience only, but with positive enjoyment. Visitors to the late Exposition tell how for hours they were re stricted to the smallest possible portion of the earth’s surface, as if they felt a real pleasure in relating the experience. Augusta, Georgia, is one of the love liest and brightest of Southern cities, and we shall pray for her unbounded success in her contemplated Exposition for next year. Our great Alexander H. Stephens loved that city beyond all others. In his last days he said: “My future may be marked ont by a higher power than my own, but wherever I may be, Augusta and her people shall dwell in my affections and receive such benediction as I have the power to bestow.” ’Tis an old saying that “there is nothing new under the sun.” But we think we are seeing some new things every day. Was there ever a war like ours before, and was it ever be fore known that the leaders in a civil contest became political and personal friends? Had it been predicted twenty years ago by some one claiming the power of second sight, that in this year of grace, one of the most promi nent of Confederate generals would be “stump ing the State" of Ohio and speaking to admir ing thousands, it would have been pronounced the idlest of dreams; yet just this thing is now occurring. Just as new a thing is it that the aged ex chief of the defunct Confederacy now travels peaceably over the country receiving the hom age of those who fought and failed with him. According to the old world laws of precedent, he should have been beheaded or condemned to life-long imprisonment. But we who have eschewed alike the creed and the practices of despotism can show that we can close a rebel lion—if rebellion it must be called—without the drama of a bloody circuit. Our country will be all the more one when each section is. free to cherish its own memories. An exchange says, a recent article on “Some Forgotten American Authors,” gives a long list of names once famous in our litera ture, but now almost forgotten. A glance over these names cannot fail to ex cite the interest of the present generation of readers. Take Mrs. Sigourney, for instance. Who knows anything about her now? Who reads her works? And yet in her day she en joyed a wide popularity. She wrote and pub lished as many as forty-five volumes, all of which have long since been forgotten. Lvdia Maria Child, James K Paulding, Joel Barlow and John Trumbull stood at the head of the literary procession not so very long ago, but the readers of to-day know nothing and care nothing about them. It is a little strange that the compiler of this list of forgotten authors failed to put in the names of John Neal and George Lippard. Neal’s genius was recognized in England at a time when it was difficult for American authors to obtain a hear ug, and Lippard’s novels were all the rage forty years ago. After all, the fate of these once popular wri ters is not d fferent from the lot of hundreds of great statesmen and soldiers. The colossus of lo-dav shrivels to the proportions of a pig my to-morrow. Men flitter themselves that they are leaving an enduring impress upon the age, but there is nothing more uncertain than popularity and fame. The next generation may know as little of Howeils, Jau es and Haggard as we know of Lippard, It is all right. The Irishman’s way of looking at it was sensible. Why should we bother our selves about posterity when posterity has nev er bothered itself about us?”
