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'XU Obi Istmas eve, and all the house
ItaSeeped in cjzr. winter dreams
Barsms and you adventurous mouse,
figwa-areeplng from the blackened beams,
.Tut darkly o’er my bead outstretch
To .grasp the walls on either side;
f b the root I, rocking, catch
_ stars on midnight ride.
■Above the mantel, from a peg,
A stocking bangs of tiny Size-
Hot shapely like my baby’s leg.
But with mysterious sink and rise;
An apple almost bursts tbe toe.
best friend, never was
more faithful than. he.
it nor r.Mi.' bands cf a>;
I prize higher than the
man as that. I am prc
ME XIII.—NUMBER 632.
ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 24, 1887.
PRICE: $2.00 A YEAR IN ADVANCE.
Across tfie Bloody Chasm.
Weds Till the Distribution.
that it is only three
from the date of this issue
drawing. Saturday the
January is the day and
regret it if your name is
box. You will have
for a present.
Fat the Sdnnt South. * .
CHRISTMAS EVE.
BV (1 ALLIS SrOTSWOOD SAMrBt)N.
bouse
gilts.
Hot lu a crude, frontier town
Roared on a prairie’s bald, bare breast
Were my young days cast, ’neatb the frown
Of adverse fate, but seldom blest;
One of Virginia’s noblest seats—
Rich-toned with age and cultured care,
Wbere sunlight stole through shadowed sweets
Of Jasmine, rose and lilies rare—
Was my birth-place; wbere Christmas snows
Lay on the bright magnolia leaf.
Plumed down tbe cedar’s fragile boughs—
Red holly cast in white relief.
On Christmas eves we all sat round
Tbe cracking, blazing, hickory fire,
Each one In deepest Interest bound,
For father’s tales would never tire.
He told of fairies, witches, gnomes,
Knights, chivalry, and maids distressed,
And he who visits all tbe homes
Od one night’s ride from East to West—
Tbe children’s saint, great Santa Clans ;
We’d glance at stockings bung apart,
And, eager-eyed, devour the pause
Our father made with actor's art.
It seems I see them all once more
Around my mother’s chamber fire;
Tbe curtains, folded to tbe floor,
Tbrow out rich lights, while shades retire.
The whole room glows In comfort warm,
Tbe dark green wreaths shine on tbe walls,
While moaning of the winter storm
Right lulllDg on the bearing falls.
Vith stately head and gracious smile;
Our father, with slight-frosted hair.
Sits Dear and tells bis tales tbe while.
I see my noble brothers, three.
My gentle sister, fair and tall;
And I, upon my fatber’s knee.
Was tben the baby pet of all.
That circle ’round that brlgbt fireside—
Ob! God, wbere Is It now, this night?
The broken links are scattered wide, .
Each with a battle stern to fight.
Tbe grand old home. In ruin cast.
Sped on by war’s relentless touch,
Into a stranger’s bands bas passed
And is no longer valued much.
Onr youngest boy alone Is there,
In the well loved land he died to save;
No kindred band trains flowers fair
Upon his nnmarked, soldier’s grave.
The other two are far apart.
With homes and dear ones of their own;
My sister yields her childless heart
Her husband’s undivided throne.
And I. the baby of the rest,
Hold In my arms my babyfalr—
Out In the far wilds of tbe West,
Her fatber’s fate to take and share.
And these dear ones, my parents old,
Have followed me through life’s fitful ways—
Now wrapped In many a blanket’s fold,
Dream Christmas dreams o( by-gone days.
God bless eacb bowed and silvered head l
God grant them years of Joy to come!
When vanquished poverty will have fled
And we have made a better home!
Sleep on, my babe—I, too, have slept
Upon a mother’s faithful breast;
I, too. my Christmas eves have kept,
In fondest love enwrapped and blest.
Comanche, Texas, Dec. 21,1S75.
The Bloody Shirt.
The Farm and Home of Springfield, Mass
has this to say on the matter of sectional feel
ing:
Away with the “bloody shirt I” There is
still too much effort to keep alive sectional
hatred in this grand country of ours. There
are men and politicians who seem to regard it
treasonable for our Southern States to honor
those who were their leaders during the war,
either living or dead. But our friends of the
South would not be men if they did not es
teem their old leaders. The war is long since
past; both sides believed they were right in
that conflict; the South was convinced of its
error by force of arms, aud history does not
record an instance in which a conquered peo
ple have more cheerfully accepted the arbitra
ment of war. To-day the United States has
really no North, no South, no East, no West,
so intimate is the relationship existing between
the industry, commerce and agriculture of the
various sections. Let ns keep onr faces to
the front and unitedly work together to fulfill
the destiny which lies before American citi
zenship Let ns be good citizens rather than
bad politicians. These remarks are inspired
not so much by recent political events as by a
report of the exercises at the unveiling in
Richmond of a statue to the late General Lee
—a Christian hero, whose memory is treas
ured by all who knew him, irrespective of sec
tional or party lines.
Gusiavus J. Orr.
The recently discovered petty cash book kept
by Charles Dickens during his term of service
with Mr. Blackmore shows that his salary of
13s. 6d. a week was raised Aug. 1, 1828, to
las. a week.
An Eloquent Tribute by the Ex-
Chanoellor of the State
University.
A large concourse of eitizens attended the
funeral of Georgia’s dead school commission
er, and addresses made, among others by
Rev. H. H. Tucker, D. D., LL. D., who said:
“Everybody knew Dr. Orr. His fame was
national. I would like to repeat every word
of the high enlogy just pronounced on him.
In his death a great loss has been sustained,
not merely by his weeping friends, but by the
whole State of Georgia. It is fitting that the
flag of Georgia should be at half mast to-day.
It is fitting that the Governor, Chief Justice
and other State officials should be present to
day to pay tribute to the memory of a faithful
public servant. It is fitting that the ministers
of all denominations should be here, for while
Dr. Orr was a member of one church his heart
was in all; and each church has a part owner
ship in such as he.
“No man ever left a purer, cleaner, more
honorable record than Dr. Orr. He always
seemed to me to be faultless; a perfect man. I
never saw a defect in him. Of him I would
say, ‘Mark the perfect man and behold the
upright.’ He bloomed in beauty in early life,
and was cut down as wheat, golden and ripe,
ready to be garnered in God’s treasury. We
never had a better man; a better man we will
never see! He gave his life to the cause of
education, and out of the many thousands
educated such as these children gathered here
to-day, there is not one that does not respect
and love him.
“Some twenty years ago the Georgia Teach
ers’ Association was organized at the city hail
in this city. Dr. Orr offered a resolution to
appoint a committee to draft a system of com
mon schools to be submitted to the general as
sembly. As chairman of the committee he
presented a report at the next meeting of the
association in Macon, and it was adopted.
Dr. Orr and others were appointed as a com-
mittee to present the matter to the general as
sembly, and they adopted the plan with
amendments. It is the law of Georgia to-day.
How grandly has Dr. Orr multiplied himself.
He has left something more than foot-prints
on the sands of time. Sands are fleeting, and
foot-prints are nothing but foot-prints. He
left his hand marks on legislation, his brain
marks on children, and his heart marks on the
souls of all those he came in contact with.
He was not a genius. lie was far better, he
was always right—bis heart was right. His
mind was an uncommon one. He was cool,
clear headed, conservative, right in his opin
ions and actions. He was a man of decided
opinions, and string convictions and fearless
in sustaining them. While expressing his con
victions in the strongest angio-saxon he was
conciliatory. He knew how to oppose and at
the same time command respect and confi
dence. He was embodied eloquence, for he
twisted his fingers around the heart strings of
the people and brought them to him. In his
personally oereaved. He was my
a man purer, truer,
I have enjoyed some
sllewsitm, batucntr
confidence of such a
I am proud of it and rejoice in
it. The memory of the just is blessed.”
Bobert E. Lee.
[Halifax (Nova Scotia) Morning Chronicle.]
“Ah, Sir Lancelot,” he said, “thou wert
head of all Christian knights; and now, I dare
say,” said Sir Ector, “thou, Sir Lancelot,
there thou liest, that thou wert never matched
of earthly knights’ hand; and thou wert the
courtliest knight that ever bare shield; * *
aud thou wert the kindest man that ever
strake with sword; and thou were the goodli
est person that ever came among press of
knights; and thou wert the meekest man and
the gentlest that ever ate in hall among ladies;
and thou wert the sternest knight to thy mor
tal foe that ever put spear in rest.”—The
Jforte L' Arthur of Sir Thomas Malary.
With reverence and regret we repeat to-day
Sir E 5tor’s words of sorrow for the great Sir
Lancelot, and apply them to the man who died
yesterday—the noblest knight of our genera
tion. The hero of the Arthurian legends as be
lay dead in Joyous-Gard, with the record of a
life made splendid by great deeds, might have
revived other than kindly or ennobling recol
lections in the mourner’s mind; for the wrong
ed king and the breaking up of the goodly fel
lowship of the Round Table could not be for
gotten, but lay like shadows upon the dead
knight. But in the life of Robert Edmund
Lee, there was no reproach of man or woman;
his deeds were dimmed by no wrong done or
duty unfulfilled; there was no stain upon his
honor and no unrighteous blood upon his
hands. He was indeed a good knight, noble
of heart and strong of purpose, and both a
soldier and gentleman. The age that knew
him, if not the age of chivalry, will yet be re
markable for having produced in him a man
as chivalric as any that lives in history. He,
too, was one, and the greatest one, of a good
ly fellowship that was broken up and scatter
ed about the world. Some of these Southern
knights have gone before him, and with him
departs the last remnant of the cause for
which they fonght and the strength that so
long upheld it.
In every particular he possessed the requi
sites of a true soldier. He was brave; his
whole military record and life-long scorn of
danger alike bear testimony to his bravery.
He was wise; his successes against great odds,
and his almost constant anticipation of the
enemy’s movements were proofs of his wis
dom. He was skillful; his forced marches and
unexpected victories assert his skill. He was
patient and unyielding; bis weary struggle
against the mighty armies of the North and
his stem defense of Richmond, forever pre
serve the memory of his patience and resolu
tion. He was gentle and just; the soldiers
who fought under him and who came alive ont
of the great fight, remembering and cherishing
the memory of the man, can one and all, testi
fy to his gentleness and his justice. AboTe all
he was faithful; when he gave up his sword
there was no man in his own ranks or in those
of the enemy that doubted his faith, or be
lieved that he had not done all mortal could
do for the cause for which he made such a
struggle. When the last chance was gone, and
all hope was at an end, the old hero bowed to
a higher will than his own, and accepted the
fate of the South with calm grandeur. But he
was done with all wars. He could never take
the field again; he knew that it was not for
him to see the act of secession upheld by the
South snd recognizod by the North, and after
the failure of his own countrymen he was too
old and war-worn to draw his sword in a for
eign quarrel. He passed from the fever of the
camp into the quiet of the cloister, and as the
President of Washington College, in Virginia,
spent the remaining portion of his sixty-three
years in working for the good of his native
State.
We cannot express all the trnth that could
be told about Lee, nor can we do justice to
his worth and fame, but perhaps the few
words of Sir Ector are the best after all. He
was a good knight, a true gentleman; know
ing this, let us leave him with fame and pos
terity; with the Rest, the Resurrection and the
Life.
GENERAL PICKETT’S WIDOW.
Fred McCrum,a Titusville telegrapher, made
the fastest time on record in New York Wed
nesday, sending fifty-eight words a minute for
forty-six minutes, a total of nearly 2,700
words.
Wbat Shall We Teach Our Daugh
ters?
The Western Ploughman says this is the
question that agitates many parents who are
over-stocked with these unmarketable wares.
We would suggest, as a beginning, three
courses of study and practice, viz:
First year, cooking, plain sewing, general
housekeeping.
Second year, plain sewing, general house
keeping, cookiDg.
Third year, general housekeeping, cooking,
plain sewing.
“Among the Sick and the Poor.”
A great deal has been said and writien of
Mrs. Frank Leslie, of her beauty, her wonder
ful business sagacity, her fine diamonds, but
very little is known of the tender and woman
ly side of her nature, tbs.t has agonized over
her deead, and that stilljamidst the rounds of
her busy life finds timu to keep vigils over
their sleep. In a recent letter to Pearl Rivers,
written on Thanksgiving day, she says:
“Thanksgiving day has for me many sad mem
ories. On that day my husband uttered his
first complaint, and on Christmas his death
warrant was received. I pass both days among
the sbk and the poor, among those more
wretched than myself, if not so destitute.”
“A Very Unruly Set of Boys.”
“Let me introduce Mr. Williams of North
Carolina, to you General," said a member of
his new cabinet to him, one day. “Mr. Wil
liams is the oldest member of the House of
Representative, and you know is called the
Father of the House.”
“Mr. Williams,” replied Harrison, shaking
him by the hand, “I am glad to see the Father
of the House, and the more so because you
have an unruly set of boyB to deal with, as I
know.”
The General’s face was beaming with a be
nignant smile and the bystanders broke into
a roar of laughter.
Hows She Became Reconciled to the
Boys In Blue.
[N. Y. World’s Gettysburg Letter.J
I had a conversation with Mrs. Pickett upon
her return to the Springs hotel from the battle
field. She has been profoundly impressed by
the friendship and courtesy extended to the
men of her hnsband's old division and with
the touching and delicate kindness exhibited
towards herself. While we sat talking, num
bers of the Philadelphia brigade, in couples
and fours aud sometimes iu larger numbers,
were frequently calling to pay their respects
before departing from Gettysburg, and to as
sure her of their interest and kindly feeling.
In almost every instance these men left their
organization badges with her, and the wife of
one of the Seventy first, who accompanied her
husband, took from her breast and pinned
upon tbat of Mrs. Pickett a bow made of blue
and gray ribbons. Neither of the ladies could
utter a word during the touching performance,
but the tearful eyes and warm pressure of the
hand as they separated, were more eloquent
than any words that were struggling for utter
ance.
“Do you know,” said Mrs. Pickett, as she
pointed to the ribbon souvenir of blue and
gray, “that 1 have been mingling these colors
for twenty years. When the war was over
the women of the South were far more bitter
than our defeated soldiers. We refused all
overtures looking to reconstruction and de
clined every offer for reconciliation. Twenty
years ago 1 was in New York city. General
Ingalls called upon me. I suppose I showed
by my manner of greeting General Ingalls that
I did not have very warm regard for him.
General Ingalls noticed this, and said: ‘My
dear Mrs. Pickett, you should not entertain
and perpetuate hostile feelings toward your
husband’s a: my friends. Why, he and I were
together at West Point. We slept under the
same blau ket and fought side by side under
the same flag in a foreign land. There should
he no bitterness in yonr breast toward me and
his other army friends.’ That speech of Gen
eral Ingalls caused my reconciliation. It ex
plained the feeling that brave soldiers enter
tain for each other. The following day I took
my husband’s watch, the same that was pre
sented to him upon his graduation at West
Point, to a jeweller, had the Union and Con
federate flags placed npon the outside of the
case with their staffs crossed, and upon its in
side I had engraved the names of tbe battles
in which he participated under the Union flag
in Mexico and those in which he participated
under the Confederate flag.”
She said that on the morning of July 3,1863,
while Pickett’s division lay in the woods pre
paratory to the fatal charge, the General wrote
her a letter, in wh ; ch he told his wife about
his orders to charge upon Cemetery Hill. In
the letter he referred to his meeting with Gen
eral Longtreet in connection with the order to
charge, and the hesitating manner of the latter
when Pickett asked Longstreet if he should
move on Cemetery Hill with his division.
“After he had concluded and signed his
letter,” said Mrs. Pickett, “the General added
a postscript iu which he said ‘I know that
Longatreefs nod, if it meant anything, meAns
death. God bless you, little one.’ ”
Paper as a Non-Conductor.
A Chicago man has discovered that pulver
ized paper is a perfect non-conductor, insensi
ble alike to heat or cold, and absolutely fire
proof. He tried it last winter by packing the
drain and water pipe of his residence with it,
all the pipes being on the outside of the build
ing, while the season was the severest of many
years, and bis plumbing did not cost him
twenty-five cents. He declares that as a cov
ering for steam pipes it acts equally as well.
What will paper not do?
TRUE CHARITY-REMEMBERING THE POOR CHILDREN AND TAKING THEM CHRISTMAS PRESENTS.
The “Carnots” are iu one respect like the
three generations of the Mendelssohns. When
Abraham Mendelssohn was a young man he
was spoken of as the son of “the great Men
delssohn,” meaning Moses Mendelsshon; and
when he was an old man he was renowned as
the father of “the great Mendelsshon,” mean
ing Felix Mendelsshon, the composer. So
when Lazare Hypolite Carnot was a young
man he was famed as the son of the illustrious
Carnot, the organizer of victory; and now he
will be more widely known as the father of
the distinguished Sadi-Carnot, President of
the French Republic.
Dr. Middleton Goldsmith, who has just died
at Rutland, Vt, was one of the founders of
the New York Pathological Society. A short
time ago he gave the society *5,000 for a lec
tureship on nervous diseases. In the medical
world he will be remembered as the first phy
sician to introduce the nse of bromine in cases
of gangrene and of disinfectants in the treat
ment of typhoid fevers.
Marion Crawford tells this story of Oscar
Wilde: “Wilde,” says he, “came to my study
one day and sat down at a table, leaning his
head heavily on his hand.” Here Crawford
dropped into Wilde’s position. “And he said,
‘Ah! Crawford, Crawford, I am feeling very
sad tc-night. One. half the world does not
believe in God. and the other half does not
believe in me’.”
Ex Gov. Alger, is said to have made from
55,000.000 to 50,000,000 in Michigan pine lands.
When he went to Detroit to practice law at
the close of the war he was almost penniless.
John W. Young, Brigham Young’s oldest
son, is said to be a successful business man
and a shrewd builder of railroads in Utah Ter
ritory. He has only three wives.
Senator Evarts’ house in Washington used
to be full of young girls. His daughters have
all married off except Miss Mary Evarts, who
remains at home. Miss Evarts is anxious to
retire from active social life, as she finds the
round of gayeties at the capital something of a
bore, but her father will not permit her to go
into seclusion. He takes great interest in her
toilets, and complains that she does not pur
chase enough evening dresses to please him.
It is so seldom that - the father of a young wo
man in society makes such a complaint that
Senator Evarts stands almost aione in this
matter.
Beauties and Celebrities.
American Life Under Eigh
teen Presidents.
Prominent Statesmen and Brilliant
Belles—Fashionable Styles, Enter
tainments, Anecdotes, Eto.
Happy Harrlsonlsms. ’
The election of a Whig President caused
quite a rush to Washington, and although the
weather was cold, the city was crowded with
people to witness President Harrison’s inau
guration. Mr. VanBrnen took advantage of
the cold to fill the Presidential ica-house. He
is said to have remarked: “The President
elect is the most extraordinary man I ever
saw. He does not seem to realize the vast
importance of his elevation. He’talks and
thinks with as much ease and vivacity as if he
were a young man. He is tickled with the
Presidency as a young woman is with a new
bonnet.”
A Joyous Joke on His Lips.
Because Harrison did not assume airs and
pomp lusness on his accession to his high office,
many, of aristocratic tendencies, thought he
would fail in securing proper respect. But
there were others who thought he would suc
ceed ail the better from the fact that he en
tered the White House with a joyous joke on
his lips. “Let his Cabinet be harpooned,”
writes a correspondent of that day, “but he
himself will have a happy time in the White
House. General Jackson filled the palace
with the vulgar fumes of smoke from an old
long pipe. Mr. VanBuren, at an expense of
sixty thousand dollars, cleaned the apart
ments, whitewashed the smoked-up ceilings,
and filled it with preciseness and cold ped
antry. General Harrison will change the vul
garity of the one, and the pretension of the
other. He will make these gorgeous halls re
verberate with merry peals of laughter, re
partee, excruciating anecdotes and sparkling
bon mots.”
“Hardly Raw Material Enough”
The young aud dapper editor of the Madiso
nian, Mr. Allen, was introduced to the Gen
eral.
“Happy to see you, Mr. Allen. You are a
good looking chap for these parts of the world,
but there is hardly raw material enough in
you for the girls beyond the Alleghanies.
“Barney Let the Cirls Alone-”
On his way to Washington General Harri
son stepped over in Baltimore, and during his
short stay received the visits of the ladles, on
which occasion the Hon. John Barney, form
erly member of congress from Maryland, stood
beside him to assist at the presentation. The
gallant Major, justly proud of the display of
beauty, waved his hand, and appealed, with
“Now, General Harrison, have you ever
seen such a blaze of beauty and loveliness."
The old General looked at them, then at the
gallant Major, and replied with a half-benevo-
J®nt, h-.I- satirical -suite; ia-l'jc’wcruu of tho
old song—
“Oh, Barney, leave the girls alone,
Oh, Barney, leave the girls alone."
The Major exploding like a steamboat on
the Mississippi. The anecdote flaw over Bal
timore, and for once the office-seeking lazza-
roni and suspending financiers forget their
wretchedness in one good sound substantial
broad laugh, at the joke.”
Mrs. Robert Tyler.
This lady possessed great conversational
powers, with a playful humor and readiness at
repartee, which made her society peculiarly
fascinating. She was the grand-daughter of
Major Fairlie, of New York, an officer of the
Revolutionary army, and a distinguished citi
zen. Her mother was a celebrated belle,
whom Washington Irving remembered vividly
as his friend, and one of the most brilliant wo
men of the day. Her father was Mr. Cooper,
one of the most eminent tragedians of his
day. Educated with great care, her splendid
natural qualities of mind were so developed as
to dignify and adorn the highest station.
From her childhood, also, she had been ac
customed to the most select society, as her
mother recognized among her friends the Ho-
sacks, the Livingstons and others of the most
distinguished families in New York.
“Can this be I?”
From a letter written by Mrs. Tyler, dated
in Washington, April, 1841, we quote as
follows:
“What wonderful changes take placet my
dearest M—. Here am I, nee Priscilla Cooper
(‘*«z retrouse' you will perhaps think), actual
ly living in—and what is more, presiding at
the White House. I look at myself like the
little old woman, and exclaim: “Can this be
I?” I have not had one moment to myseif
since my arrival, and the most extraordinary
thing is that I feel as if I had been used to
living here always; and receive the cabinet,
ministers, diplomatique corps, the heads of the
army, navy, etc., etc., with a facility which
astonishes me. Some achieve greatness, some
are born to it. I am plainly born to it. I
really do possess.* degree of modest assurance
that surprises me more than it does any one
else. I am complimented on every side; my
hidden virtues are coming out. I am consid
ered ‘ckarmante’ by the Frenchmen; ‘lovely’ by
the Americans, and ‘really guite nice you know*
by the English.”
The “Victim’s” Adornment.
In another letter Mrs. Tyler writes:
“The pleasantest part of my life is when I
ca# shut myself up in my room with my
prtcious baby. You ought to see her, she is
too lovely 1 The greatest trouble I anticipate
is paying visits. There was a doubt at first
whether I must visit in person or send cards-
but I asked Mrs. Madison’s advice upon the
subject, and she eays: 'R 3turn all visits by
all means.’ Mrs. Baene says so, too
“So three days in the week I am to spend
three hours a day driving from one street to
another in this city of magnificent distances.
The victim for this sacrifice is to be adorned
in a white chip bonnet, trimmed with moss
rose-buds from Lawson’s in New York I
could spend my time here charmingly if it
were not for ‘the duties of my situation.’ Ido
not see nearly so much of Sophy Irwin and
Mrs. Bache as I could wish; and I see so many
great men, and so constantly, that I caunot
appreciate the blessing.”
“Producing a Decided Cosiness ”
In another of her letters, Mrs. Tyler naively
tells the following:
“We have had a cabinet dinner, and I have
disgraced myself with father (President Tyler)
forever. Just in the tide of successful experi
ment, at the moment the ices were bein-^ put
on the table, everybody iu a good humor°and
all going ‘merry as a marriage bell’— vhat
should I do but grow deathly pale, and, for
the first time in my life, fell back in a faint
ing fit! Mr. Webster, who wai sitting next
me, picked me up in his arms and took me
away from the taoie; and Mr. Tyler, with his
usual impetuosity, delugea us both with ice-
water, ruining my lovely new dress, and I am
afraid, producing a decided coolness between
himself and the .Secretary of S,ate. I had to
be taken to my room, aud po-ir Mr. Webster
had to be shaken off, dried and Brushed, be
fore he could resume his place at the table.
What a contretemps."
Mrs. Sarah Gordey, who died at Portsmouth,
O., on Monday, at the age of 80, was present
at the birth of Geu. Grant, aud acted aa hi*
nurse in infancy.