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VOLUME XIII.—NUMBER 630.
ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY MOR
NUffi
DECEMBER 10.1887.
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For the Sunny South.
THE NEW SOUTH.
F H MAKR.
She bath lifted her bead, she bath loosened her
bands,
She hath cast away ease f'om her life and her bands,
bhe hath put on her strength, like a rone, and come
forth.
She will take her own place with the nations of
earth.
Though her body bath laid as the ground and tbe
street,
And tbe crown tf ber pride bath been trodden by
feet.
She will rise —she will shine from a loftier belgbt,
With a crown of new glory, a star of new light.
She hath wealth In her waters, and wealth In her
lands,
And her late and ber destiny He In her hands;
She bath muscle to labor, and skill to secure,
bhe ha h boldness to venture, and strength to en
dure.
As the mother forgets not her child that Is dead.
Though his grave Is unknown, and bis name Is not
said ;—
So her lost she remembers,—aye, clasps them to
day.
And deep la bar bosom she hides them away.
be of veers. J
iiitfuruiu» .V
muv^ BKMV? P
Bhe hath shouldered the burde. no love can make
light,
She bath brought to the strife all her daring and
might.
Will she win?—Just as snre as tbe storm-beaten
tree
Rises firmer, and stronger, and grander, will she;
Just as sure as sne holds with a grip bard and tight,
as ber fathers before her, trnth, honor, and right.
Her foes may malign her, may laugh at, and sneer,
Bat tnrougb all, like a ship o’er tne waves, will she
steer;
And the breath of detraction shall over her pass,
An harmless as suadow ot cloud o'er the grass.
As the string that Is stretched gives more clearly
It* sound—
As in flowers that are crushed sweetest perfume Is
found—
AS after tbe tempest come sunshine and calm,—
And after the battle the laurel and palm—
So clearer, and sweeter, and brighter, will she
Shine out of Uer gloom, like a star o’er tbe sea;
So on ber will sunsblne and calmness come down,
oo glory and honor her straggles shall crown.
She will rise as the metal refined by the fire,
As a spirit sore chastened, made purer and higher;
From the woes of her past will a grandeur be born.
As tbe tears ot tbe eve make the gems of the morn!
LEE AND JACKSON.
Two
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A Historic Table.
[The San Diego Union.]
< >ne of the most famous relics of the late
war was, until recently, in the possession of
Mrs. < >rd, but it is now owned by Mr. Gunth
er, a wealthy confectioner of Chicago. This
article was the identical table upon which
Generals Grant and Lee signed that famous
paper surrendering Lee’s entire army, and
virtually ending the great civil war. It is a
very ordinary piece of cabinet work, being
made of the cheapest materials, bnt having a
marble top. There can be no doubt but that
this is the table used on that memorable occa
sion, as Mrs. Ord had in her possession a let
ter from General l\ S. Grant to that sheet.
Until recently Mrs. Ord refused all offers for
its purchase, but dually sold it to Mr. Gunther
for *1,000, one-third of the price originally
asked.
“You cannot imagine how I regretted to
part with the table,” said Mrs. Ord, with con
siderable feeling. “Mrs. Grant wanted it, so
did Colonel Fred Grant and many others, but
they would not pay the sum I asked. General
i »rd thought a great deal of the relic, aud was
always pleased to talk about it. He was pres
ent when the surrender was timed at Appo
mattox court house, and knowing that ns fu
ture value would be great, set it aside. At
the time of the surrender the distinguished
party did not proceed to business until fully
an hour after they had met. They smoked
their cigars and chatted about their families
and other purely private matters. Finally the
conversation turned to the war and the causes
of Lee’s surrender.
1 Daring the conversation Lee remarked to
Grant that he was unable to account for the
disappearance of his supply train. Had he
not have lost it Lee said that he would not be
in the situation he then was. Sheridan, who
stood at the back of the not'd Confederate
General’s chair, was perfectly aware of what
had become of the supply train, for he cap
tured it. Turning to General Ord he gave a
mischievous wink, that, could Lee have seen
it, would have solved the conundrum as to
the fate of his supplies.
“In one corner of fhe marble top of the
table is a nick about one inch long and proba
bly a quarter of an inch deep. This was
caused by the hilt of Gen. Lee’s sword strik
ing the table when be rose after signing the
paper. The marble chip fell off on the floor,
but Gen. Sheridan picked it up and put it in
his pocket. I do not know what became of it.’’
Continuing, tbe lady said that the table
Mrs. General Custer has, and which she claims
was the one upon which Lee’s surrender was
signed, was not the table it is purported to be,
although it is one of great historic value. It
is the one upon which General Gibbon wrote
the order that was afterward signed by Grant,
announcing Lee’s surrender. Genfral Custer
was prese t at tbe time, and. afttr the other
parties had left tbe room, seized the table and
handed it out of the window, telling one of his
men to take care of it for him.
Tho Last Interview of These
Creat Cenerals.
The day before Jackson’s column started on
tbe great movement against tbe right of
Hooker’s army, at Chancellorsville, General
Lee invited Col. T. M. R. Talcott of the engi
neers, to come to his quarters and to be pres-
ent at an interview which be had arranged to
have with General Jackson that evening.
At the appointed hour Col. Talcott reported
to General Lee and was politely requestd to be
seated. General Lee remarked: “I am ex
pecting General Jackson, and I sent for you
that you might hear what passed between
us.”
General Lee was seated at a table, upon
which was spread a map of the field of opera
tions. He paid no attention to the Colonel,
who was the only other person present, but in
tently studied the map. With his finger he
located point after point and carefully traced
the roads and streams. The Colonel silently
and wonderingly waited.
Suddenly the massive figure of Jackson
parted the tent and he stood inside. Then
there were three present. Two to act and one
to record.
Jackson saluted and uttered tbe single
word, “General!”
General Lee, intent upon the problem of the
map. did not appear to notice the arrival of
his great “right arm” until he heard his voice.
When Jackson spoke General Lee raised his
eyes from the map and looking intently at
Jackson, without a salute or even a "good
evening,” commenced talking with great en
ergy and rapidity: “General Jackson, I have
sent for you in order that I might have the
benefit of your advice and assistance. You
are familiar with the present state of affairs
and I want your opinion as to what is the be ft
that can be done under the present circum
stances.”
General Jackson straightened himself and
replied: “I have no suggestions to make,
sir.”
This reply seemed to excite, almost to an
noy General Lee, and he at once insisted that
Jackson should express some opinion. As if
to encourage him he again went over the situ
ation, traced the roads with his finger, located
his own troops and those of the enemy, en
larged on the great danger menacing his army,
told Jackson he had sent for him especially to
have his views, and then looking wistfully at
him paused for his reply Again Jackson rose
to his full height and again he said, quietly
and firmly: “I have no suggestions to make,
sir!”
General Lee then rapidly stated his derter-
mination to attack, and tracing the route and
the points on the map with his finger, laid be
fore .Jackson every detail of the movement.
As he rapidly disclosed the plan his voice and
countenance expressed enormous energy and
suppressed enthusiasm.
Jackson, still standing, absorbed every word,
and as tbe plan was developed before him, by
the man he was “willing to follow blindfold
ed,” seemed transfigured. As General Lee
proceeded he became more aud more erect;
his face flushed, his eyes fairly glittered with
exoitement.
General Lee then turned quietlu
cott, you will please ride with Gansnfi Jack-
son in the morning and conduct his column
past my left.” “Very well, sir,” said the
Colonel, and then, saluting, he departed and
Lee was alone with the awful responsibility.
Who could paint the solitude of that great
heart when this great deed was done; and
who would not rather be Jackson riding in a
storm of wild hurrahs to quick death and glo
rious victory, than Lee, the calm burden-
bearer and hero of responsibility, who bravely
said, “It is all my fault,” and died.
Chancellorsville, tbe most daring and suc
cessful battle, considering tbe oddB, ever
fought on this continent, was planned and or
dered by the man of whom critics have said,
he “was cantious and slow.” Let this wit
ness against them.
Carlxton McCarthy
THE DOG BINGO.
The color of her hair and eyes
May seldom much disclose,
But tbe color that never lies
Is the coior of tbe nose.
The Oldest State House.
The State Capitol at Richmond, Va., is the
oldest building of the kind in America still
used for its original purpose. It was built un
der the personal supervision of Thomas Jef
ferson, and is one of the historic buildings of
the country. It stands upon a commanding
hill and is surrounded by a beautiful grove,
with well-kept walks, beautiful with statuary
aDd monuments. Facing the Capitol is the
governor’s mansion. To the right of the Cap
itol is, doubtless, the most magnificent and
costly group of statuary in the Union. Sur
mounting a huge star-shaped pedestal of Vir
ginia granite is Thomas Crawford’s famous
equestrian statue of Washington; and around
it on each of the five points of the star are tfn-
gies of the (>ld Dominion’s most celebrated
antr-helium soldieis and statesmen There
are I’atrick Henry, the orator, Virginia's first
governor; Thomas Jefferson; Gov. Thomas
Nelson, who fired upon his own residence at
ihe bombardment of Yorktown; Andrew
Lewis, the Indian fighter, and John Marshall,
long chief justice of the United States. Inside
the building we find more pieces of statuary—
the most celebrated of which is Hundon’s
Washiugton—“a fac simile,” Lafayette pro
nounced it. The mask of the statue was tak
en ten years before the l’resident’s death and
the statue cast in Paris. Taere is also a mar
ble statue of Henry ( lav, presented to Virgin
ia by the ladies of Kentucky, his adopted
State. It will be remembered ihat his lirth-
place, “Toe Slashes,” is only about eight
miles from iiiehmond. B 'sides the statues in
the rotunda of the building, there are many
valuable paintings of colonial and Revolutior-
ary celebrities, as well as those of later times.
Toe majority of the paintings are the origi
nals, and in many instances tbe only ones in
existence. There are, perhaps, the portraits
of more great men bung on these walls, men
who have made a name in national history,
than any other State can boast. There are
original portraits of Washington, Madison,
Monroe, Tyler, Harrison, Marshall, Jackson,
the Lees and a host of others whose names
light up many a page of history. The old cap
ital has been the Rcene of much that is greatest
in the history tf Virginia and the South. In
tbe hall of the House of Delegates the trial of
Aaron Burr, the brilliant New Yorker, was
held, John Marshall being the judge, and the
erratic John Randolph of Roanoke the fore
man of the jurv. Grouped irregularly around
the historical Capitol square are the buildings
once occupied Dy the various departments of
the Confederacy and the residerers of tbe
members of its cabinet. All of them are now
used as hotels, stores or private residences,
with the exception of the president’s mansion,
which was purchased by tbe municipal Gov
ernment at d is used as a public school.—New
York Commercial Advertiser.
An Organized Ladles’ Orchestra.
Miss Marion Osgood, of Chelsea, Mass , the
gifted young violinist, is the founder and con
ductor of the first and only regularly organ
ized ladies’ orchestra in the country. It con
sists of twenty-four pieces—four first and four
second violins, two violas, a violincello, double
bass, flute, piccolo, clarionet, two comets,
trombone, baritone, two horns, a snare and
base drum, zither and harp. These instm
meets are played by carefu ly seketed lady
artists, many of them skilled soloists. The
orchestra, now in its fourth season, receives
well deserved testimonials from the press and
musical people generally, as it meets its many
engagements all over New England.
Preserving Our Local History.
It was pleasant to read the announcement
tbs other day that the thirteen trees planted
iVF-JUe^jfMhe Bagiiltyn .near ,14^rd sfrsjit and
FOth avenue, as memorials of the original
thirteen 8tates, are to be preserved. The
march of improvement, which is buiiding op a
whole oity at once on the western side of the
island, is not to be allowed to trample them
down. Signs of reverence for snch historical
relics as we have left are so rare that they are
very pleasing. It is time tor those who want
to see some record kept of the Btirring events
that have marked the history of this city to
consider the means of doing so before it is too
late. One by one, the historic houses are fast
disappearing, and those who cover their sites
with handsome business buildings or brown-
stone fronts do not even take the trouble to
mark the spot with a little tablet telling its
story. In nearly every city in Europe this
simple and inexpensive method of keeping
history alive is employed. It feeds the civic
and patriotic pride ot the people, and gratifies
the laudable curiosity of strangers to show in
this way where great men were born, lived
and died, and where important events have
passed; and it has tbe practical advantage of
costing nothing but the expenditure of a little
public spirit and a very little money and time.
The town of Albany has set this great city an
excellent example by making its recent bi
centennial the occasion for erecting a number
of these useful and interesting memorials. A
similar opportunity now awaits us in tbe ap
proaching centennial of tbe inauguration of
Washington. There could be no better time
to do this than when the attention of the en
tire community will necessarily be drawn to
the past; and it will not be well to delay it
much longer, because even traditions in time
grow weak and uncertain.
No New Yorker needs to be told that we
have a history worth preserving. During the
Revolutionary period, in particular, the city
was such a bone of contention between tbe
opposing armies that its annals are crowded
with picturesque and striking incidents, and
the chief difficulty would be in selecting from
tbe many those tacts and occurrences wh ch
would best deserve commemoration. The
Washington statue on the Sub-Treasury steps
preeerves, with its accompanying inscription,
the memories of Federal Hall, but not far
from it the old Middle Dutch Church, conse
crated by the sufferings of thousands of im
prisoned pa’.riots, has made way for a mag
nificent business building. Their memory de
serves at least the honor of a tablet. The old
Fort at the Battery; the various churches that
have now almost entirely disappeared from the
lower end of the island; the place of King
George’s staute on the Bowling Green, that
was so rudely bandied by the indignant colo
nists; King’s College; the City Hospital; the
sites ot the various houses occupied by Wash
ington, both as Commauder-in-Chief and as
President; tbe place of the Collect Pond, where
Fitch sailed the first steamboat; McGowan’s
Pass, in Central Park; the sites of the various
fortifications on the entire island—these are a
few scattered points of interest. Hundreds
might be suggested, if there were space here to
do it in.
In a heterogeneous city like this, made up
in such a large part of foreigners, it would be
idle to expect a universal knowledge of our
history or interest in it; bnt there is no com
munity where the American spirit is stronger
when it is once aroused. The performance of
the duty we have indicated oannot, however,
be much longer delayed. When the Southern
Society, an organization mainly of new-com
ers, proposes to present to the city a memo
rial of one of the most interesting events in
its history, it is lime for New Yorkers, born
and bred, to ask themselves whether they are
not open to the charge of indifference to a
glorious past —Nets York Tribune.
The Dog Bingo.
[From “Our Dumb Animals.”]
Hume Life of Sonthern Mho s.
Augusta j. Evans Wilson.
husband and mother, “in loving and grateful
tribute.” The preface was addressed to the
critics, being three lines from Disraeli’s “Lo-
thair” and it reads as follows: “To-morrow
the Critics will commence. You know who
the Critics are? The men who have failed in
literature and art.” "Infelice” was widely
read, and again drew attention to our South
ern novelist. She was asked by publishers to
send them manuscripts, and editors were ea
ger to secure her contributions, bnt neither
then, nor before, nor since, has she ever writ
ten anything for the periodical press. No
money could tempt her to write a serial story,
her health not permitting continuous work.
Mrs. Wilson has just published her seventh
novel, “At the Mercy of Tiberius," being
surprise to the public, as it is nearly twelve
years sinoe the appearance of “Infelice.” In
the meantime a new generation of readers has
arisen, and it remains to be seen whether her
popularity will continue.
Was Job Buried in Charleston
His Cedar Coffin with Brass Nails
Discovered while Digging Under
St. Michael’s Church.
Editor Sunny South : The Charleston
News and Courier some few weeks since had
an account of a certain cedar coffin
with brasB nails on it arranged to spell “Job,”
and “1678,” and with one bone inside—a
thigh bone—which coffin was said to have
been exhumed by the workmen repairing and
digging around St. Michael’s church. Some
correspondent of that paper, or may be its
editor undertook to explain the matter by show
ing tnat inasmu;h as there were no stops be
tween the letters, Job meant the old Patriarch
It was one word, and could not mean J O.
Brien or any one else save old Job, and that
1678 meant 1678 B. C., at which time this
coffin was made and the Patriarch put in it,
that the deluge floated it sown to "Oyster
Point,” which wasthe original site of Charles
ton, and that in the meantime the Patriarch
bad dwindled down to one thigh bone. We
didn’t like the solution of the problem, and
we have our views, so we v’rote to the paper
suggesting the easy way of explaining the
matter, and asked the paper several questions.
Thus we wrote: “That was quite an inge
nius attempt to an explanation of the my> te
One of Jay’s Telegrams.
Jay Gonld receives some curious telegrams
Among those he received immediately after it
became known that the Western Union bad
absorbed tbe Baltimore and Onio Telegraph
company was the following:
“ To Jay Gou’d and Son, Proprietors of the
Earth, P'S Broadway:
“I congratulate you on your success in swal
lowing your old rival, the B. & O Water it
well; then jbuild a wire fence around the
moon. Iket Kleinsrant.”
Good temper, like a sunny day, sheds a
brightness over everything. It is the sweeten
er of toil and the soother of di-rquietude.
Golden Days, of Philadelphia. The intarest-
ic g story which accompanies it is too long tor
our column 8 and bo we tell it in fewer words.
The dog of tbe picture, Bingo, belonged to a
tramp. The Dolliver boys found him one day
lying under a stone wbII, moaning. A heavy
stone had fallen on his leg and fastened him
there. They liberated tbe dog, who mani
fested great joy and gratitude. Some days
after, Roy Dolliver, while fishing from a boat,
fell iuto the water and would have drowned
but for Bingo, who saved him. Farmer Dol-
liver bought Bingo from the tramp. The next
night the tramp paid another visit to Far
mer Dolliver, which we give:
“The Light was warm, and Roy left his
door wide ajar, to secute a good draft of air.
“The inside doors below were also open, and
the windows, although tbe latter were barred
bv wire fly-screens against any attempted exit
of Bingo.
“Sometime during the night, Roy was
awakened by a low growling from tbe dog.
He rubbed bis eyes sleepily, and raised him
self upon his elbow.
“At that moment the soft patter of Bingo’s
feet came to his ears. Tbe sounds moved off
to the door, then a pat-pat echoed down the
stairs. A sudden growl burst from the dog’s
throat; then tbe smothered tones of a human
voice, and suddenly a terrible bowl broke tbe
stillness of the night, fallowed by a scream of
agony.
“Instantly the bouse was in an uproar.
“ 1 What’s the matter!’ shouted Farmer Dol
liver. I
“There was a hasty leap'.ng out of bed in
the various rooms, and Fanner Dolliver
rushed hurriedly down stairs, followed by bis
own boys, and by Roy in la state of intense
alarm.
*• ‘For pity’s sake take him off,' came to
their ears m stifled tones, as tbe group en
tered tbe kitchen, whence proceeded Bingo’s
savage growls.
“Farmer Dolliver hastily struck a light.
“ ‘Well, of all things!’ he cried, in amaze
ment, as the gleam of the candle illumined the
room.
“Half in and half out of a window hung
Bingo’s master, the tramp. The dog had his
enormous jaws firmly fixed iu the man’s shoul
der. Neither commands nor pieadiDgs could
force the faithful animal to relax his hold.
“‘Whit are you doing here?’ sternly de
manded Farmer Dolliver.
“Oh, forgive me, air, and let me go! I came
to call the dog away 1 That was all, indeed,
sir!'
“ ‘Oho! that’s your trade is it?’ cried the irate
farmer. “You sell the dog, and then you coax
him away and bolt with your ten dollars.
Cute scheme, but luckily the dog is more hon
est than hi* master. Good fellow, Bingo—
good fellow!’ added Farmer Dolliver, patting
the noble creature.
“The farmer concluded to k«ep the thief in
custody until morning. In fact this was his
duty as a deputy sheriff of the couDty.
“It was well he did, for on the next day an
officer appeared from a distant town, in hot
pursuit of Bingo’s master.
He was a burglar, it seems, and had com
mitted some heavy robberies. Tbe officer bad
been long upon his trail, and had finally traced
him out through the comradeship of his mag
nificent dog.
“So the tramp went to prison, and Bingo
was left
“For years af er, Roy Dolliver and Bingo
were inseparable companions and friends.
When at Iasi the noble dog died, Roy set np a
stone in memory of his honorable services,
with this legend inscribed thereon:
“Bingo—brave and true.”
Wok r; *——»
A little more than a quarter of a century
ago, a new star suddenly appeared in Ameri
can literature. A young Southern girl, scarce
ly out of her teens, without any literary train
ing, wrote a novel which had an immediate
and immense snccess. The novel was “Beu-
of
Austria’s Crown Princess-
The Crown Princess of Austria, during her
sojourn at Abbazia, on the Adriatic, command
ed a crew of six young and beautiful countess
es of the bluest blood of the empire, who wc-
->aned a barge, which the princess steered as
they rowed. They were all experts at ti e
oars, and called the princess “Commodore.”
Lady Mandeviile eDjoys the distinction °*
being the most popular American in London.
Did I see the performance? What kind ot a play?
Weil, well, for an answer I’m sorely perplexed.
A comedy was wbat my programme did say,
And yet It was tragic; they murdered the text.
lab,” the author was Augusta J. Evans,
Moble, Ala. The uncommon style was a de
light and a surprise to the jaded taste of novel
readers who had grown weaTy of the insipid
sentiment and wishy-washy heroes and hero
ines that characterized the novels of that day.
“Beulah” was followed by “Macaria,” whose
wonderons beauty and rare talent captivated
all readers, and added greatly to the fame and
fortune of the gifted yonng novelist. Like
Byron, she woke one morning and found her-
self famous. A new novel from ber was ea
gerly expected, and she was recognized as
the most brilliant and fascinating writer that
the South had yet given to American litera
ture.
“St. Elmo,” which was published in 1866,
had a great sale. The very marked peculiari
ties of tbe hero, and the sweetness of the
heroine Edna, with the story of their strange
loves, threw an intense interest around the
story. St. Elmo himself has been described
as of tbe Gny Livingston Rochester type, a
muscular, mysterious, bad-tempered brute
whom the young women of that period ad
mired.
Soon after the publication of “St. Elmo,”
Miss Evans married, and in compliance with
her husband’s earnest request, she ceased to
write. She th-n devoted herself to the decor
ation of her house and grounds. Her home is
on the Spring road, a short distance from Mo
bile. The place was purchased by the money
realized from tbe sale of her novels, and is fa
mous through the whole South for its beauty
and its magnificent conservatories The bonse
is approached through a fine grove of o d oaks
which afford a beautiful vista. The building
is of the usual style of Southern archi ec ure:
large and roomy surrounded by broad piazzas.
A wide ball runs through tbe center of the
house, the floors of which are richly stained,
aDd the lofty ceiling is handsomely painted.
This hall is furnished in grand old mahogony.
This hail leads out into a large old fashioned
fl iwer garden where there is a beautiful bower
in which Mrs. Wilson writes, and it was here
she composed the only two novels published
since her marriage. This bower is after the
style of a Chinese pagoda. Luxurious chairs
and lounges are scattered abont in every di
rection; a few fine engravings embellish the
walls, giviDg an air of repose and refinement
to the apartment. The feet of the visitor
treads upon Oriental rags, while the eye rests
upon a charming collection of bric-a-brac. A
study table is strewed with books and maga
zines, SDd smaller tables, scattered through
the room, are laden with fruits and flowers.
In this beautiful and picturesque bower,
Mrs. Wilson receives her visitors, when she
happens to be engaged in literary work, and
here perhaps she is seen to the best advan
tage. She has neither the manner nor ap
pearance of a conventional literarv woman;
her manner is quiet, gentle and reiSned, and
she has none of the irritability which is popu
larly supposed to belong to literary people.
Her voice has that soft, sweet and musical
intonation which is one of the peculiar charms
of Southern women, and which distinguishes
them all over the world. Her favorite colors
in dress are msnve and pale blue, and her
hair is covered by a piece of fine lace. Mrs.
Wilson is a slight, small woman; her face is
full of sympathy and intelligence; ber hair is
silver gray, and is worn abort and wavy.
When sbe married Dr. Wilson, he had two
children by a former wife; but she has none of
her own, but devotes herself to ber books and
flowers. Her library is tbe most interesting
room in tbe house, filled as it is with many
rare books and antiques that have been care
fully gathered during more than a quarter of a
century. Mrs. Wilson takes a great pride in
her flowers; her geraniums especially are fa
mous, and it is said to be tbe most complete
collection in this country. Some of them are
nearly five feet high, and tbe whole when
massed together in blossoming season is a
revelation of beauty and coior.
Eight years after ber marriage, Dr. Wilson
cou sen ted to her most ardem wish—the re
sumption of her literary work, and in 1875,
“Infelice” was published and dedicated to her ,
rious ct dar box with one bone, lately exhumed
near St. Michael’s church, which appeared in a
late issue of your paper. It was neat but
some how the people don’t take it in, as it
were. They read their Bibles, and therefore
know all about Job. They know he spelled
his name Job without a flourish—and a right
short and aristocratic name it is—and they
know he was not allowed at school to place
any stops between the letters, and that it was
one word, and represented the family name in
full. Why tell the people all these things?
Your theory, I can tell you, don’t go down.
First, don't, now don’t you know that the old
Patriaich, after suffering with boils and sores
typhoid fever, pneumonia, small pox, measles,
whooping congh, corns, rheumatism, gout and
every other disease for one hundred and
forty; ye-rs simply died?, That’s oyhit he did,
sad nothing more. In fact, nothing' more
could reasonably have been expected of him.
That is what the record says. It doesn’t say
he was boxed np in any cedar coffin and buried
—not at all. In those early days, 1678 B. C„
they didn’t plant people. When a man got
through with his boils, or they got through
with him, he merely paid his doctors’ bills and
got his receipt in full, and bis friends put him
in a cave out of the way of hyenas, jackalls
and wharf rats and then forgot all abiut him.
If he left any estate, his next of kin seized it
without the formality of applying for letters of
administration to the judge of probate—
quarrelled and fonght over it jost as they do
now—and that was the end of that man.
Again, we ask you, don’t you know that in
those previous times. 1678 B. C.. people didn’t
have any brass nails? Even Salomon who
was a sort of colleague or co-temporary biog
rapher of the old gentleman, we are told, used
neither brass nor any other kind of metallic
nails when be built the famous temple. What
was Job doing with fine cedar coffins and
brass nails 1678 B C.? He was no “dude, :
and didn’t have n ach style about him so far
as we can learn. He didn’t pnton airs, though
he owned a lot of camels and asses and Regis
tered Jersey cows. What he wanted was to
pay his doctors’ bills and then die, and so
finally get rid of those lriends of his who
were all the time nagging him and getting off
stale and unfeeling jokes about his boils and
rheumatism—doing their utmost to make the
old Deacon use profane language and general
ly aggravating the pious gentleman for 140
years straight on. He longtd for death, no
doubt. He couldn’t help it. He bad no leisure
time, and didn’t bother his venerable head
about telegraphing to New York or Oyster
Point or any where else lor brass nails. What
he hankered after was to be pnt away in a cave,
without any funeral procession, according to
tbe enstom of his country. He wanted peace
and to get rid of those friends, and he was
willing to lie in that cave unmolested until
Gabriel should call for him. Again, why
should this afflicted old man put only one
bone in bis box, and that a thigh bone, too,
instead of his whole carcass, including his
head, so as to take all the chance of future
recognition by his heirs at law and linial de
scendants? And agaii;, bow is it that the
original builders of St. Michael’s church
didn’t find this thing before? They surely
must have dug around considerably for the
foundation subsequently to 1678 B. C. For if
the original contractors and architects can’t
be found at this time, while it is truly unfor
tunate, still we don’t believe the church is that
old any way. Oh, no The name is Job. but
those three letters don’t mean the old Patri
arch. They simply stand for “job work,” or
“job printing’’; that’s wbat they signify and
you know it. And if the News and Courier im
agines that the people are to be fooled by an
advertizing for “Job printing” as far back as
1678 B. C., a very grave mistake has been
made. These people know for a dbad sura
thing that the News and Courier first found
out exactly when that digging was to take
place, and then buried that cedar box light
there with brass nails spelling Job 1678 B. C.,
as an abbreviation for “job printing done at
our office 1678 B. C.” Why was this done?
Simply to make people believe that the News
and Courier has been doing job printing since
1678 B C. It won’t do ! It is too attenuated !
Why, it is as much as one can do to make peo
ple that beleive snch a paper as the News and
Courier was even published at that period. Say,
where did you get that old bone? The
National Cemetery at Beaufort, S. C., has 11,-
000 wooden head boards, each marking the
spot where bones of mules and cows are buried,
for which, to the parties collecting them aa
fragments of U. S. soldiers, the Government
paid large sums. Yeu see you didn’t tool
everybody with your Patriarch story. It is
but fair you should publish this our solution
of the problem, which we take—it is the cor
rect one. It is due to the public, who are en
titled to from their judgment between this and
your Explanation. We think they will-sdopt
this Q. E. D. Try something harder next
time. The friend of Job,
“Bildxd ”
Beauties and Celebrities.
American Life Under Eigh
teen Presidents.
Prominent Statesmen and Brilliant
Belles—Fashionable Styles, Enter
tainments, Anecdotes, Eta.
Mrs. Tyler’s Parting Invitation Ball.
A “parting invitation ball” was given by
Mr. and Mrs. Tyler late in February, and was
crowded as usual. The President elect waa
invited, but the illness of Mr. Polk prevented
his attendance. Mrs. Tyler was gay and cheer
ful, and the radiance of her smiles was reflect
ed on all except a few anxioas applicants for
office. Madame de Bodisco attracted all eyes
by her graceful movements in a cotillion with
Mrs. Tyler and the representatives of Austria,
Prussia, France and Russia.
Supper was announced at about ten, and
such a rush and crush to obtain entrance was
never before witnessed at a Presidential enter
tainment; not one twentieth of the guests ob
taining admission at one time. Among the
distinguished gentlemen were General Scott,
and Commodore Stewart, and General Lamar
and Commodore Moore, of Texas. Mr. Dallas
was there carrying his white head about the
room at least half a head higher than the aver- .
age of the crowd, except General Scott, Col.
W. O. Butler, of Kentucky and “long John
Wentworth.”
Mrs. Tvler.
The beautiful youDg wife of President Ty
ler opened the ball with Dr. Wilkins, after
which the gayeties of the evening fairly set in.
Tbe sons of President Tyler ai d their wives
graced this last grand party of their father’s
retiring administration. Among other belles,
besides Miss Tyler, were Miss Wilkins, Miss
Wickliffe, Miss Edwards, &o. New York,
Philadelphia and Boston were represented by
the presence of their fashion and beauty. New-
York, it was said, could safely vest its claims
upon Mrs. John Tyler as head of the list.
Mrs. Tulev, of Virginia.
At this ball Mrs. Tnley, of Virginia, was
conspicuous and admired. Her dresa was el
egant and ber ornaments superb and in good
taste. Her stately grace and elegance of man
ner marked her as an appropriate representa
tive of the proud and luxurious “Old Domin
ion.” This lady had for years been exten
sively known in the Northern as well as South
ern cities; bnt most of her winters were spent
in Washington, where she was the center of a
distinguished circle. Mrs. Tuley was descend
ed from s noted Roman Catholic family, who,
in company with Lord Baltimore, came from
Xngland, settling the colony of Maryland
under the grant issued by Charles I. in 1633.
She was twice married. Her first husband
was Dr. Jackson, of the United States army.
She was afterwards married to Col. Tuley, of
Virginia Their magnificent estate, known aa
“Tnleyries,” in the valley of the Shenandoah,
was one of the finest and most valuable in tbe
State. The mansion was large and elegant,
the park very extensive and stocked with aft,
deer and smaller .game; extensive Balds
stretoiftSrbbydnd, KwMtoi om ot Uomrfa
plantations ot the “oklen times" The tradi
tions of Virginia hospitality were well ob
served by Col. and Mrs. Tnley, and their gen
erous and elegant style of living made their
honse a delightful resort to a large circle of
friends, among whom were numbered the
most prominent statesmen of the day and dis
tinguished foreigners, among them many of
higb rank.
This bail formed an era in Washington so
ciety.
Mrs. Robert Tyler— 1 “Bo*”—Irving.
It had been determined at tbe “White
House’’ to give Mr. Dickens, while in Wash
ington,-a plain republican recaption, about
which, ia March, 1842, Mrs. Robert Tyler
wrote:
“I cannot toll you anything about ‘Boe’ that
yon have not seen in the papers. I waa deter
mined I would see him when he came, and E
did, in spite of my orders to remain in my
room for the next two months. I have seen
him twice; once in the morning when I had
him “all to myself,” and then again at the
levee in the evening. He is not at aU ro-
mantlo-looking—rather thick set; his face, of
coarse, most intelligent and bright—bnt hie
dress does not suit me; he wears rather too
mnch jewelry, and is thoroughly English in
his appearance, and not the best English. At
the levee he was accompanied by his wife,
quite a sweet-looking, plump woman, taste
fully dressed though, and m ire Engliab-look-
ing than “Boz” himself. Poor fellowl He
seemed horribly bored by the crowd passing
aronnd him What think yon? He and
Washington Irving were both speaking to me
at the same timet I am charmed with Wash
ington Irving. He took me in to the dinner
which father gave him, and he talked to me
of mamma all the time, telling me a great
many anecdotes of grandma’s house and tor-
ronndings in old times * * The more dis
tinguished, well-bred and sensible people are,
the more perfectly unembarrassed and at home
I feel with them. Querrj: Does this emanate
from their good breeding and intellect, or from
my own superior nature finding its affinity in
these sort of people? Q'ie penstz sous?
A HISTORIC FIGURE.
Note.—But that paper would not respond
and left the public to swallow the monstrous
story which it publish! d as true. The reason
of which, was, it got scared about exposure
and the proprietors have given up their separ
ate “job printing" office and consolidated it
with their publishing house. We would like
the public have a chance at the conundrum.
Bilbao.
Engraver of Confederate Bonds and
Money, Dead.
Jacques Wissler, who engraved nearly all
the platee from which the money and bends
of the Confederate States of America were
printed, died on Saturday, the 26th ult-, at his
home in Camden, N J, aged 84 yearn. Un
til a few years ago, when age began to affect
the accuracy of his band, he wae one of the
moet skillful lithographers in this country.
Besides bis skill in that profession he was an
artist of no mean ability, and his portrait
work in crayon and oil was in much demand,
almost up to his death. Wissler was born in
Strassburg in 1803. He was educated in Paris
and spoke five languages with more than aver
age fluency. He c tme to Ibis country in 1866,
and was employee by a well known liihogr^pn-
ing firm. He remained with them until just
before tbe breaking out of the war, when he
wa* engaged at a much increased salary hy a
New York firm of lithographers. They at once
despatcisl him to Richmond, telling him be
would there be instructed as to Hs work. W itbin
a few days after his arrival, Fort Sumter was
fired on and be found bimsGf in tbe whirlpool
of a great civil eonfl et. Wissler waa inform
ed that he was assigned to the work of creat
ing tbe paper money and bonds of the new
Confederacy, sod, although his sympstl i*s
were with the North, be found himself virtu
ally s orisoner at hiobmoi.d. He made the
bfstof the situation, went faithfully to woyk
and sent for bis wife and family. They were
outspoken in the r loyalty to the Union cause,
but on account of the husband’s position were
not distnrbed daring the f< ur years of bloody
strife. Mr. Wwder acquired a snug fortune
while making money for the Confederacy, but
they grew suspicious of him towards tbe close
of the war and confiscated bis estate. After
the cessation of hostilities he purchased a farm
near Macon. Miss., and re-ided there for sev
eral years, finally moving to Camden.
Now me trie iu dudetec hurries
To once with tho note,
Asd toe sice wary Poodle,
To obtain au ostscoai.