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THE SUNNY SOUTH, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, SEPTEMBER 2 5
LETTE R5
^iJbcpFOPLf
'lHE A WAKEMNO.
The following poem i3 in reply to
“A Foem Wanted.” The author with
holds her name. The editor can sup
ply if it should become necessary.
In those o'ajs so sad and lonely,
When llie held no joys for me.
And my thoughts were only only,
Of those days no more to be—
Of the voice to ine like music—
of the smile I’d see no more.
Till Death’s An^el comes to waft me
aaleiy to tLe other shore.
It was then. I chanced to meet thee,
And I s<arted half with fear,
Half with joy- a strange resemblance
Made my lost love seem so near.
In my heart an old-time gladness,
Stole, and banished a. i my pain;
For 1 basking in tliy glances,
Lived the olden days again.
Was it strange that I should fancy
Thou wort pure of soul as stie?—
That in nature you resemb'ed
Her who was so dear to me?
Sweet and tender were the missives
That thy own hand penned to me,
Breathing of a love returning
What my soul poured out to thee.
Oh. those days so full of gladness
Ecstasy akin to pain —
As ( Un-amed that time would till my
Empty arms with love again.
Little dreamed I. wbat I cherished—
Augbt that bore a woman’s name—
E er could stoop below the devil’s—
Strive to soil the dead's fair fame.
She. my lost love gone forever.
Kecks not of thy slanderous dart,
But ’twill quiver, quiver ever.
’Till time euas, within my heart.
Yet. the vileness of the action
Renders ihee from hate exempt:
The only feeling, thou canst waxen,
Is an honest man’s contempt.
j&omu Itoaheur.
Texarkana, Ark., Sept. 8 ’93.
O. H. H.asks for the address of Rosa
Bonheur.
She lives in a splendid Villa in the
suburbs of Paris, France.
Jno. Hallum.
A Piny Wonted.
Bristol, Tens.,
Sept. 14, 1893.
Dear Editor:
Will some reader answer the following
and oblige G. E Lyon:
Can you recommend a play suitable to
be given in a college by students, or tell
where I can buy one.
G. E. L.
Cliff Uwvllert.
Dear Editor: Many are the extra ad
missions within the grounds of the great
World’s Fair, and yet how willingly would
we all pay the small sum of twenty-five
cents admission to be so entertained and
instructed as every one is, w ho visits the
•‘Cliff Dwellers! ’
Here within the ground, of this art and
architectural dream, though truly more
beautiful than the uios’. beautiful*dream,
is this novel, but very interesting feature
The “Cliff Dwellers,” as you know,
were a race that has long since
been extinct—not a great many evi
dences of the civilization are to be
fonnd and nothing to indicate what
must have been tbeir language or means
of communication. The representation at
the fair of this extinct race consists in an
exact reproduction on a scale of one-tenth
of the cliff canyou in Colorado, which iu
certain apartments a large collection of
relics, which undoubtedly required much
time and labor to collect. An intelligent
guide accompanies you through and ex
plains everything that requires an expla
nation. The relics presented indicate that
tbeir knowledge of masonry was
advanced, for among them are
to be found large coil ware
jars, which were probably used for cook
ing—ornamented cups some of which have
their sides decorated with lines and beau
tiful mosaic patterns—some have curious
handles. One that 1 particularly noticed
had a handle witn a queer design of four
birds and two sheep.
Manv stone ap*-s axe to be seen, bone
knives and forks and stone arrow heads,
but these arrows are unlike those used by
our American Indian.-.
-Whatever were the customs of their ex
tinct race, the bone neckl*c<-a indicate
tu«t they were not altogether indifferent
to personal adornment. Some queer shoes
have ai«:o been preserved.
A very perfect mummy of a wqman is
exhibition, and the* feather cloth in
ch their mummies are wrapped lead us
to believe that this must always have been
used as a covering for their dead.
Owing to the exceeding dryness of the
climate, the explorers found corn and
beans in a remarkable state of preserva
tion.
Altogether I consider this reproduction
of cliffs, caverns and canyons a very inter
esting part of the Fair.
The Old Weicross Again,
Editor Sunny South.
Please allow me space for a little talk
with one ‘‘Cy clops,” who has been so kind
as to examine the article written by Mrs
Hattie A. Fairchild, in Sunny South of
the loth, «julv. and critically call it “sen
timental nonsense.” Not that Mrs. F
can’t take care of herself but that 1
lieve “Cyclops” wrong, in his views, is
why I ask space for this letter. I regard
Mrs. F s views as pure American, fraught
with reason, and issuing from a heart re
plete with gratitude to a people who have
■ipent the best part of their lives for her
andforhera. „ . .-
“Some provisions,” she says, should
be made for the old worn out slaves
Meaning, of course, those that were 40 or
50 years old at the close of the war, and. no
others. No man, or woman, if you please
whose mind is not clouded wi' h prejudice
or whose charity and gratitude have noi
been reversed by a Sherman, or a Stone-
man, can “enter a protest against such
views.” What has the old slave done for
the South, and p-rhaps for even you?
You write very correct African (“Soxn-cu
is-felin,”) which is evidence tuat they
have always been about you. Tuere is no
doubt that they made the first bread that,
you ate, and perhaps the last. If this is
not true of you, it is of many of us. We
owe this generation of negroes a debt of
gratitude, as well as the necessaries of
life. Providence never decreed that any
people should labor hard 40 or 50 years
and then be denied bread in their dying
days. They labored that we might live in
luxury, though they lived in want. They
worked that we might be educated great
and noble, though they were doomed to a
life of labor, ignorance and obscurity
During the war, they supported the
state, the church and the soldier
They gave their tithe to the institution
tuat was striving to perpetuate their bond
age; and did it without a murmur, when
we poor little children, and helpless moth
ers were at their mercy. They did all
that the South required of them to make
the chain of slavery more secure.
They had nothing to do with their previ
ous condition of servitude. They had
nothing to do with their emancipation
You claim that the North is responsible
for the present condition of the old
slave. I maintain that the North and the
South are alike responsible-
Every time a hot wind blew from the
South Greely and Brown cried, “Aboli
tion.” Every time it thundered up North
South Carolina would “Secede.” I assert
and can maintain, that the President of
these United States had no power what
ever, under any constitutional act, then in
force, to issue a proclamation, abolishing
slavery—as loner as the slave states re
mained in the Union. Nor he never would
have tried it, and you know it.
But you say the “North freed them and
took them from their good homes, where
the old ones were so well cared for.”
know something about the good homes
you refer to; I’ve been there; and I re
member to have seen an old negro and ne-
gress taking their repast in one of those
good homes: It consisted only of corn
bread, which they atelrom a bench, strewn
with cotton seed, and butter milk, which
they drank from two mud turtle shells.
Now Mr. “Cyclops,” it may be that
Providence, seeing the splendor (?) of
these “good homes,” and the magnificence
of these dinings, thought it too extrava
gant (?j for the old slave, and hence He
threw him on his own resources, in jus
tice (?) to his Master. Who knows? Suf
fice it to say that he was freed, with noth
ing behind him and a poor showing before
him.
Now he is old and worn out. With
“palsied” limb and unsteady step he
reaches our door, and as he rests upon his
long hickory cane, he asked alms from the
people that he raised and would have died
for. Now the best thing you can offer him
is a “strong petition to his Northern
friends, for aid.” And thus your con
science.is eased and you recommend this to
all of us. Your conscience, obsequious
to jour interest, hss released you from the
inconvenient obligation. Bat you say
“their children should take care of them.”
This may be so. But the neglect of their
children does not justify your neglect of
them. In what good book is such a spirit
of Christianity taught? The parable of
the good Samaritan does not teach it. Y in
are putting the wrong construction on this
parable. You have passed by on the other
side, like the priest and the Levite, and
ask the whole South to do likewise; ex
pecting to make “the good Samaritan
out of a yaukee, but the yankee has an
ticipated you, and he will go the other
road to Jericho. Now, who will take the
man to the “inn,” and see that he is cared
for? “Please look at the other side.” You
speak of “colonizing the negroes.” I
like that idea, but it is double “Toin-fcol-
ery,” to speak of it. What power in this
government nas the right to attempt such
a thing, since the negro has become a fac
tor iu the government? You have the
same right to go up to Cartersville and
catch “Bill Arp” and ostracize him for
ruminating, that you have to seize these
negroes, and send them away simply for
being here. Finally, I would suggest that
the national government pension all the
ex-slaves of the South that were over for
ty years of age at the close of the war.
They are old veterans of the national as
well as the “Lost cause.” Hence their
relief is a national, as well as a state and
a Christian obligation. J. E. Hood.
Hartland, N. C.
OHABLESTONi C«
It Ha* Many Attraction*.
Herald’s College was an edifice in Doc-
tor s Commons, now removed to Queen
Mctona street, London, erected by Sir
Christopher Wren in 1SC3, belonging to
e institution of the same name
^corporatad by letters patent
t^ RlC t ard III ‘ The college consists of
ku ?*® « namely, “Garter,”
Clarencienx and “Norroy,” and also in
eludes six heralds and four pursuivants.
Dear Editor: I love the dear old city
of Charleston, and why should I ? I was
not born there; I have only spent five
years of my life there, but there is so much
that is beautiful in the history of the city
and its people that I cannot help loving
her.
First, the vicissitudes through which
she passed previous to the Revolutionary
war were alone enough to make her fa
mous ; but when Moultrie with his little
band of four hundred patriots, in a fort
which the Continental general pronounced
a “siauehter-pen,” defied and defeated the
Royal Navy of Gr*at Britain; and the lit
tie regiment of Col. Wm. Thompson, con'
sistiug of seven hundred and fifty men, at
the same time, disastrously defeated the
magnificent army of Sir Henry Clinton
the fame of Charleston, aye, of South Car
olina, was made lasting.
But these deeds of Ueroism and daring
and Bimilar deeds of unquenchable patri
otism have been written of hundreds of
times befbre, and Swill “not half has ever
been told.” , ,, .
Charleston is known as the “Cradle of
Secession,” and it is indeed a grand and
noble people that she has nnrsed up in
that cradle.
What a privilege to have been rocked in
that cradle, (I do not mean the “rock
ing” the great earthqaake gave the “cra
dle” in 1886 )
To give a sketch of what Charleston is
now would require too much space here
but I will brieily give some of her attrac
tions.
She has such an odd, quaint appearance
that she cannot be taken as a typical
American city, hut rather reminds the
traveller of an old European city, with her
high brick walls with broken glass bottles
on top and ivy clinging to t.be Bides, her
old-fashioned houses and narrow, crooked
streets with granite and cobble stone pav
ings.
Sue is sometimes called the “Nice of
America,” because of her pleasant climate
all the year round, especially in winter.
St. Michael’s church is the oldest church
in Charleston. It is an Episcopal church
and stands on one of the most con
spicious spots in the city, the south-
east corner of Meeting and Broad
Streets. On the southwest corner
is the magnificent granite United States
Court House and Post Office building, on
the northwest corner is the County Court
House, an imposing brick structure; on
the northeast corner is the city Hall
building and Washington Park, a beauti
ful little park in which stands the Wash
ington Light Infantry Monument to their
Confederate dead, a monument to William
Pitt, the great Commoner, and in the
northwest corner of the Park is the Fire
proof Building in which the county rec
ords are kept.
St. Michael’s Church is the idol of
Charleston. It is the first sight that greets
the sailor in the harbor on his leturn
home, the landmark par excellence of the
town. The chimes of the bell in the stee
ple are known of far and wide. An old
colored man rings out tue chimes and he
is known to all as the Professor-Professor
George Washington McLean Gadsden, one
of the celebrities of the city.
A nice little volume might be written of
the celebrities of Charleston, past and
present.
Charleston is essentially a City of
Churches. There is So. Michaels, St.Luke’s
St. Phillips and Grace, all Episcopal
churches of more than local importance.
Tnere are four or five Presbyterian
churches, the same number of Methodist
churches, two or three Baptist churches,
the same number of Lutherans, and one
Huguenot church, one Congregational
one Unitarian and several Roman Catho
lic churches, to say nothing of numerons
ne^ro churches, missionary chapels, and
Sunday school chapels.
The city is full of charitable institutions
The public parks and resorts are numer
ous, while there are hundreds of beauti
fully fixed up private places.
If you wish to be interested go to Char
leston and see the whole city and study
it. A. S. Salley, Jr.
Orangeburg, S C.
On tne Wins.
Lynchburg, Va., Sept., 1893,
Dear “Sunny South”:
Another deluge, though not so severe as
the tornado of a few weeks past. Yet, a
sufficient downpour to house me, and
will attempt a short sketch of each town,
that I’ve passed over. I was in Charlotte
a few days. Met with the same kind re
ception as formerly. Same generous,
whole-souled, gallant people, and the
“Sunny” received its share of praise, from
people who are competent judges.
It was just after the great and only
storm, and I did quite well, considering
the depressing effects of the storm and
panic. Glorious old Charlotte will see me
again, soon, and as business is reviving I
hope to do wonders there at no distant
day. I am partial to Charlotte.
Its people are so full of energy, generos
ity and civility. The people and the
hotels are charming to a lonely wanderer
all times. Much improvement is going on
and the population is rapidly increasing.
Sunny South readers will enjoy being
reminded tuat Charlotte is the home of
the gifted Miss Josephine Davidson who
won first prize in the short story contest
last winter, and whose artistic short
poems adorn the colnmns of our pet paper
now and then.
Its people are so full of energy, gener
osity and civility. There are many im
provements here, and population is ever
on the increase.
Salisbury also is fully up with the times
iu all the elements that go to the making
of s(tractive towns.
There is a splendid new up town hotel,
recently opened, and it is said to be ex
cellent; and a new opera hoose, one of the
finest in the great state, its first play
was “Alabama, * presented on the evening
of the 12th inst , by a Southern troupe with
aucoess. Mr. H. C. Temple, a skillful
artist of New York is painting the scenery,
which is beautiful and elaborate. Salis
bury’s citizens are not behind
in anything, even to subscriptions to the
finest weekly literary journal in the South.
She is progressive and loyal to all South
ern enterprises, and I like Salisbury so
much, I would be glad of two trips there
instead of one eacn year.
Here we get a fast train on one of the
Air Line branches for Western North Car
olina, where the scenery is unsurpassed in
beauty and grandeur this side of Pike
P6&k*
The first town we arrive at is the city
like village of Statesville, and here the
people are genial, social, and generous to
a fault.
I was in one of the largest manufactories
there, that of Key’s & Co., and came out
with every one of tne business men as
subscribers to our paper. There were
eight or ten of the most popular y oung
men in the S’ate connected with that
great establishment.
Some of the gentlemen were
“English, you know,” and they are ever
gallant and courteous in their offices, and
basiness transactions.
Statesville is a lovely place. Th*re is
much that could be saiu of Statesville, if
my space were not limited, and so many
other towns came in for a mention. I
caught the cars again for that noted sum
mer and winter health-giving resort and
magic city, Asheville. I enj iyed my visit
here, as I always do, for the scenery is one
grand panorama from the start to the
finish.
If I could I would describe the peaks,
rising one above the other, as it were, to
meet the blue sky, and soaring away in
the mist until we recognize the invisible
hand of a great Creator in it all.
The Bald Knob Hotel is situated at the
top of a grand peak, and in the valley be
low, is a lovely fountain; dashing
spray from 80 by 100 feet in the air, and
tne sunshine on the water, gives back the
loveliest rainbow tints mortal ever be
held. I was loth to give it al 1 up and re
turn to earth again. The cars mount
peak, after peak, rising (55 feet hither
every mile, and the railroad can be view-
ed at 17 different points, as we climb high
er and higher, toward skyland, making a
most charming picture, and producing
feeling of awe.
Asheville is nestled in among the moun
tains, and nas by progress, energy and
beautiful scenery, achieved for herself
fame abroad, as well as at home. The
climate is unexcelled and celebrated for
its curative properties.
’Tis a lovely city; fall of energetic
thorough going people, and its success is
already established- We have here some
of the most noted hotels in the South
The well known “Battery Park,” “Iveu
nilworth Inn,” and many others too
numerous to remember. The Grand Cen
tral is soon to change hands, and be man
aged by a Mr. Southwick, who formerly
was at Battery Park; and the Central's
success is beyond qaestion. There are
many pleasant, elegant people here, both
resident and visitors. The Vanderbilt
Mansion is in coarse of construction, and
will be, when completed, equal in gran-
dure and beauty to any of tne old couu
try c»stles
Next comes the clever white looking
city of Greensboro, with her push, and
rush, for basiness, and she gets it too; her
people are as clever, and kind as any in
the State, and the “Ben Bow” is the very
best hotel < that a way worn traveler can
find in this part of the country, and there
are many good ones. The McAdoo House
is also here, and is soon to be renovated
and refurnished, and will then be equal to
any of its competitors.
Greensboro is a beauty; and has many
handsome mansion-like homes recently
completed and occupied. Her court-house
officials are as gallant, noble a set of men
as yon care to meet.
The famous “Keeley Institute” is es
tablished here, convenient for any poor
inebriate, or depressed opium taker who
will avail himself of the benefits o flared
by science.
Too mnch could not be said in praise of
such institutions if space were granted
Another branch of the renowned Air
Line takes you in a short ride to Winston-
Salem, one of the heat towns in the State,
the great tobacco manufactory of the
South, and most progressive city in North
Carolina, with her electric cars, lights and
enterprising citizens.
The quaint old town of “Salem,” with
her unsurpassed school for young ladies,
and Winston, have been united, and it is
now termed Winston-Salem.
Here yon have factory after factory,
magnificent buildings, wffire hundreds of
people, both white and colored, are given
employment throughout the year, iu the
manufactories of cigars and tobacco of the
finest grades, and cigarettes, for the con
sumers of the weed.
Among the largest and most prnmineni
manufactories there are Lockhart,Vaughn,
& Co.; Baily Brothers, Harvey & Rey
nolds, C. Howden & Son, Hill & Ogburo,
and hundreds of others famous fur their
good tobaccos.
Sneed Brothers have one of the largest
furniture houses and manufactories in the
South, and the handsomest furniture I've
seen anywhere.
There are many other features of im
provement in progress. Several fine new
buildings going up, and a large new hotel
right up on the square, is nearing comple
tion, and is to be in charge of that great
hotel man, Mr. Scoviile, who was form
erly at the Kimball, in Atlanta. The suc
cess of the house is assured. Mr. Quincy,
the proprietor of the only c hotel
that at present the United towns
can boast of, “The Merchants” was away,
inspecting the wonders of the World’s
Fair, and wiilsoon take charge of the
Buford in Charlotte, ISorth Carolina.
The young people at the Merchant’s
gave a charming german during my visit
- J^ich was a success, as ail tilings
at the Merchant’s are, I was invited most
cordially by one of the nicest bache
lors ; to attend, I was quite fatigued and
resisted the most pressing invitation. I
heard afterwards no was the most per
sistent suitor for partner’s during the
progress of the the dance. The dance wai
given to Miss Cora Quincy, one of the
proprietor s charming daughter’s, who was
soon to leave for school at Raleigh. The
genial pleasant face of the proprietot
-a ^ 1881D 8> hut the hotel war
presided over by those gallans
P i 1 ^4 0i6rka ’ Meaara - Parkins and Harris,
? n .. things went “merry as a marriage
are equal to any in N. C. for appreciative
ness, energy and pluck. It is another
tobacco town, with manufactories, and
many other enterprises. We have a good
hotel here, presided over by Mr. Vickers
and lady, who are as clever as clever can
be, and can’t do without “The Sunny
South” in their great house.
Mrs. Vickers was away on a visit and
her niece and charming little daughter,
Ada, did t>»e honors of the house. I fouud
them pleasant and agreeable company
after business hours. Reidsville is a long,
double-like town, half over here, half over
yonder, and quite fatiguing to go over.
There are some very agreeable people
here, and more bachelors! Well, North
Carolina has more than any state, I be
lieve, unless it is Virginia, just why, T am
not able to discover, as there are numbers
and numbers of pretty girls.
I am leaving North"Carolina for a short
visit to some of the principal towns in
Virginia, and my neat will he of them and
their growth and progress.
Truly,
Nettie S.
Do Women Know?
That if bits of white wax are used
freely where white silk and tulle
gowns, laces and such trifles are being
packed the articles will not grow yel
low.
That after blankets are cleaned they
should have sachets of lavender, cloves
and pepper placed between their
folds, be wrapped in old linen, then in
newspapers. The edges of the paper
should be pasted together, and then
the bundle may be laid upon a closet
shelf without l'ear of moth ravages.
That the bread board should never
be washed in the sink, as the iron will
leave a black mark on the board which
it is difficult to remove. Wash the
board in cold water, on the table
where it has been used, scrubbing oc
casionally with Sapolio.
That bread and cake bowls, or any
dishes in which flour or eggs have
been used, are more easily cleaned if
placed in cold water after using.
That when walnuts have been kept
until the meat is too much dried to be
good, if they are let to stand in milk
and water over night, and then dried,
they will be as fresh as when new.
That wrinkled silk may be smoothed
by sponging it on the right side with
a very weak gum arabic water, and
airing it on tne wrong side.
That a pretty way to renovate a
rattan chair which has become soiled
is to have it painted black and then
varnished. For a decoration run rib
bon of any bright shade through the
openwork border and place a cushion
of the same shade in the seat. Bris
tol rouge or any shade of yellow
makes a lively contrast with the black.
That want of method is the cause of
most of the trouble of overworked,
nervous mothers in the nursery, and
their slovenly, ill-trained servants in
the kitchen.
That in the house keeping, as in
everything else, success hinges upon
complete knowledge of the right meth
ods.
The “Lake of Death.”
bell.’
I roui here to Reidsville, whose people
There is a lake in Calhoun County,
Alabama, which is a remarkable nat
ural curiosity. It is oval in shape,
and covers four acres of ground.
No vegetation grows on its bank,
nothing lives in its waters, and even
snakes and terrapin shun it. The
water has a peculiar taste, and neither
horses nor cows will drink it, no mat
ter how thirsty they may be.
Deep down can be seen what look
to be the charred trunks of large
trees, without root or branch. They
stand upright in the water, and never
rise to the surface or sink to the bot
tom.
The lake has no apparent outlet, but
the water always remains at the same
level.
Soundings to the -depth of seven
hundred feet have been taken, with
out bottom being found, and the. peo
ple in the neighborhood say that the
lake is bottomless.
At one time boys used to gather at
the lake on Sundays and swim in it,
but they never go near it now. Fifteen
boys have been drowned in it, and,
although some of the bodies were re
covered, those who were drowned any
distance from the banks sank to the
bottom, and were never seen again.
Here is the Indian legend of the ori
gin of the lake:
Many moons before the white man
came to this country, two tribes of In
dians, one large and powerful, the
other small and weak, lived near the
spot where the lake is.
They went to war with each other,
and the small tribe was nearly ex
terminated. Then its chiefs sued for
peace, and a council wa9 called to de
cide upon the terms. The chiefs and
old men of the two tribes met in a
pine forest one day at noon, an agree
ment was reached, and the pipe of
peace was tilled.
While it was being passed around a
signal was given, the chiefs of the
strong tribe sprang up, and, with
their tomahawks, killed the chiefs of
the smaller tribe. A few moons after
this a fire broke out in the forest at
the spot where the council had been
held.
It burned constantly for eight
moons, and then the ground sank out
of sight, the fire disappeared, and in
its stead was the lake. The Indians
gave the lake a name, which means
“Lake gf Death,”