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About Weekly constitutionalist. (Augusta, Ga.) 185?-1877 | View Entire Issue (March 6, 1867)
‘ ' *"******®** -l ***^* ,, * t ** ' > „. . J- | | ~ . BY STOCKTON & CO, • OUR TERMS. Thr following are the rates of Subscription: Duly, one year sl° Weekly, one year. • ••• $ 3 “Chains on a Southern Woman.” The Wilmington (N. C.) Ditpalch says the fashion ot wearing great chains is, of all, the worst, “having been adopted at the North, In derision, when Jeffer son Davis was manacled it Fortress Monroe by the heartless devils who were bis jailors; adopted in de rision of the sufferings of our people when defeat fell upon us, and we we re stripped of our freedom.— Southern women, whose fathers and brothers and husbands were irt the Confederate service, and are now disarmed, at the mercy of the infuriate foe, and made every day to feel the Weight of the wrath of their political masters, have no right to fling the taunt of which these chains arc emblematic in their faees. Chains on a Southern woman! Chains I B»se badges of defeat! What hand has dared to place them there 1 Binding your folds of flowing hair! Coiling like snakes o’er your bosoms fair— A strange and foul deceit 1 Chains on a Southern woman 1 Chains 1 Vile type* of blackest sharne 1 Worn in th« light of the noonday sun, ) Worn in the sight of the men who won Their foes’ respect when hope was gone, Though not their deathless fame! Chains on a Southern woman! Chains! Infamy’s fittest brand 1 Hun* over hearts that once throbbed high, In those’better days long since gone by, When ye sent your loved ones forth to die For their cherished motherland ChJins on a Southern woman! Chains 1 Black emblems of disgrace l Ye may cease to mourn your glories fled, Ye may bush your sighs for a cause now dead, Bat ye should not wear without blushing red, The badge of a fallen race \ Chains on a Southern woman 1 Chains 1 . Submission daunted wide I Fling them away from your scornful Sight! l.oosen their fatiirs from your bosom bright! Unclasp their links from your arms so white 1 Trample them down with pride ! . Chairs on a Southern woman! Chains! Away with the clanking tilings! . They tell the tale of a fortress strong, Where was (tone a deed of the darkest wrong And a captive’s heart was tortured long By tlie sound of their iron rings I Chains on a Southern woman! Chains! Away with the livery base! If ye lie conquered, are ye cast down ? Need wear a chain though lost your crown ? Nav. lift your heads with your past renown ! 'And walk in unfettered grace. Chains on a Southern woman 1 Chains 1 Away with the badge untrue 1 Ye wrong the memory of the slain, Ye torture the living heart with pain, Ou Southern honor ye cast a stain Your foeman would scorn to uo. Chains on a Southern woman 1 Chains I Away with the slavish crest 1 Think of the hands now still and cold, Chftinless and free, ’neath the earth’s damp mould, And twine no fetter of jewel or gold O’er hearts where their memories rest. [For the Constitutionalist. The Hermit of the Moor. BY H. BRUM CLARK. ’Twas many, years ago, when I was hut a child, An aged man, of forescore years, with haggard look and wild, Dwelt by the mountain’s rocky side, in cottage old and poor; And known he was, for miles around, as “Ilermit of the Moor” None ever knew his history, nor ever knew his name, Though sixty years had passed away, since to that epet he came, A wearied, saddened, silent youth, as pale as illy fair, And strings pf silver on ids head denoted grief and - care. And near his door a crystal spring, half hidden by the flowers, This aged man, lu solitude, would pass the summer hours. A box he had, ’tvv is curious carved, and bound with hoops of gold; Its silver lock and silver key proclaimed it quaint and old. Ah, I remember well the time, it was a winter’s morn, And furious blew the Northern winds, and dread ful was the storm. The cattle shivered on the hills, and little birdlings found, From pelting hail and falling; Aow, a warmth be neath the ground. My father chanced to pass that way, and heard a lengthened groan, But thought at first it was the wind through freez ing forests blown. And through icicled undergrowth my father quickly sped; He spied the door, and gazed upon the Ilermit frozen dead! A note there was upon his breast, and thus it briefly read: ‘•My box I give to thee, my friend, when I am with the dead.” They laid him by the bubbling spring of water, clear and pury, And on the board that topp’d his grave wrote, “Hermit of the Moor.” My father ope’d the'Hermit's box, with aspect meek and mild, • But sudden started in affright to find the words, “My Child!” Engraved upon an inner box, adorned with wreaths of pearl: And underneath these other word*, “This Is my in fant girl 1” "My Laura hath proved false to me, and broke her bridal vow; There's nothing sweet in life for me—there’s nothing left me now Bat this dear gem, whose spirkling light this earth no more contains; I’ll keep it clorely by my side—my infant child's remains!” Tec, yes, 'twas many years ago, when I was youngj and gay; And what were then my sunny leeks are mingled now with gray. And little children say to me, with lips so sweet and pure, "Dear Grandpa, tell all about the ‘ Hermit on the Moor.’ ” • The Bridgewater Gazette , a New Englnd journal, says that a physician in that place was recently called to prescribe for a somewhat Il literate old lady, and as cod liver oil, in his opinion, was the remedy for her complaint, he wrote a prescription for the apothecary to put up, with the latin formula, “ Oie.Jcc. Am.” be ing an abbreviation of “ Oleum Jecoris Asselli ,” or in plain English, cod liver oil. The medi cine was procured, taken, and iu a few weeks the lady completely recovered her health. A neighbor paid her a visit after her recovery ana, expressing surprise at her improved con dition, inquired the secret of so rapid a restora tion. “ Why,” said the old lady, lifting both hands in grateful enthusiasm, “it was that beautiful medicine, the Oil of Jackass, that brought me on my leet again. Madaline, the Little French Singer. ! A little girl sat in a garden in Paris. Her ; hands were folded idly in her lap. Her hair shone like gold in the sun-light. Her dress was plain and neat, while a small diamond pin j which held the fine cambric handkerchief care i Ic3s)y thrown around her neck to protect it ! from the morning air, revealed that her posi ; tion in life was one of ease and affluence. It was in October. -A few flowers yet bloom ]ed among the borders of box-wood; a few ! bunches of grapes purpled out of reach on the j trellises ; while the falling leaves were twirled ' here and there by the breeze. The little girl watched a whirling leaf for awhile, then patted the head of the house-dog that sat beside her ! looking wistfully into her face—a gruff, grim, faithful sentinel, in his shaggy coat. “ Well, old Carlo,” she said, still patting him, “how do you do, anyhow ? 1 want somebody to talk to. There is nobody at the house this morning but old Mother Conuaut, and she is as gi iim as an old ogress and as crabbed as a griffin. She won’t talk, nor romp, nor noth ing. She is a good old soul, though, I must say. Don’t .you think so, Carlo ? Many a dainty bit she has set aside for you—at least a dog would call such bits dainty. But I forget. Counaut will not talk, and you cannot—l be lieve that you would if'you could.” Carlo rubbed his nose affectionately against the little girl’s knees, and wagged hi£ tail, scat tering the pebbles in the walk. The little girl took up a few of the pebbles, and while she tossed them about in her hands, she sang a verse of a song. Oh, it was delicious ! like the thrill of a bird—clear, distinct, rapturous. Just then a tnan jumped over a low place in the garden wall, and came toward the little singer. “Be quiet, Carlo,” said she. “ Down with you !” The intruder was a little old man, with gold .spectacles, and a massive gold watch chain. His face was full, kind, genial. His broad chin was smoothly shaven, his eyes twinkled merri ly, and he had an old trick of shrugging up his shoulders. “ Good morning, Miss,” said the old gentle- mnn- The little girl did not know vvliat to say, so she nodded pleasantly. “ You will excuse me,” he said. “ What for?” asked she. “ For jumping' over the wall.” “ O ! other folks do come in through the gate since I think of it. That is what gates are for,” said (he little girl. “My name is Cruvelli—Professor Cruvelli,” said the old man a little pompously. “A nd mine is Madaline,” said she. “ I live here.” “ So I thought,” said the professor, taking a pinch of snuff. “Perhaps you do uot know me. I am a musician—a great violinist—a composer. I make people laugh and cry. They risk suffocation to hear me; they crowd ; they cry ‘ bravo’ and ‘ encore.’ I don’t mind them. I draw my bow, I p'ljy my arias, and grow rich, very rich. lam trying to talk now so that you can understand me. 1 heard you sing. Your voice is sweet and clear; it leaps the octaves ;it cuts the air like a lurk in the morning. I have just composed a precious little morceau. You shall learn it. You shall sing it at the theatre.” “ No, I shall not,” said Madaline bluntly. “I will give you one hundred francs.” “No.” “ Five hundred.” “No.” “ Five hundred francs every time you sing it.” “ Please excuse me,” said Madaline. “ Why will you not sing it ?” “Oh, I might consent to sing it, hut not in thej theatre. That is a wicked place. It is wrong to be seen there. It is no place for little girls.” “ Well you may be right, Madaline,” and the professor took another pinch of snuff, and crammed the box into his pocket in a manner which betrayed that he was slightly vexed. “ You may l e right, I say, but come to my house and learn the arts, anyhow. Here is my card.” Madaline took the card and the old gentle man left, again jumping over the wall. She started for the house with the dog at her heels.. At the gate she was met by a boy. His cloth ing, though neat was threadbare. His eyes were clear and honest, and his forehead high and broad. He had a crutch in one hand, and leaned upon the other. “ Good morning, Madaline,” said he. “ How do you do, Lionel ?”. she answered briskly. “ Not very well. That fall through the hatch way has crippled me for life. What am Ito do now?” “Yes, that is it. Whatjire j’outo do now? I cannot tell.” “If I could go to college—to L’Etoile de Drait.” “ You would become a great man, eh ?” and Madaline’s cy<\s shone as she spoke. “ Perhaps not,” said Lionel, blushing. “ And why not go?” “ Ah, why not ? That you should ask ?” “ I understand you. Yon have not the means. Well, how mueb wili it take?” “To graduate?” “So! You have even thought of that? Well, how much will it take ?” “ I have never asked. A great sum, Madaline —more than I can ever raise. Let us not talk about it. It makes me feel sad.” Madaline shaded her eyes with her hands a minute. Something was flashing through her busy little brain. “ Lionel,” she said, I have often thought of you—especially since that shocking accident. You have always been kind to me. You have done me some favors.” “ None worth speaking of, Madaline.” “ Perhaps I can help you to the money. I will try. Miud, I onty said perhaps. Meet me here at this time to-morrow.” “1 will, Madaline. May God bless you.” Madaline hurried into the house. She did not see that the crippled boy threw kisses after her with hie hand. Up stairs she went. Bhe was in search of her father. She found him in the library. He was an elderly man, with pleasant face, and light hair like hers, only his face just then wore a sad and worried look. He looked up and spoke to her, and then be came absorded in the mass of papers on the table before him. “ she cried, “ I want you to give me five hundred francs in the morning.” He merely elevated his brows a little • but upon her repeating the request, he looked up and asked her what she .wanted with so much money. “ That is to be a secret,” she replied. M I will put it to good use.” “ I have no doubt of that. I would like to oblige my little girl very much, he said, kindly although his lace grew sadder, ** but at present I cannot. My mind trad money must be directed into another channel, things have not been going right, and it will require much watchfulness and more economy to save me from a serions loss.” A moment afterwards he was again lost In those mysterious papers, forgetting that his little daughter'Madaline was in the room. Did she spout, and storm, and insist upon being humored ? No, she did not; she was too good for that. She felt and knew thather father's reason for not obliging her was sufficient to himself and she felt it to her duty to believe that it should be sufficient to herself also. She stole quietly out of the room, though slightly disappointed. How was she to aid Lionel now? She thought of the proposition made to her in the garden. * She looked on the card and saw on it: 11 PROF. YERXET CRUYELLI, 1 No. 49 Rue de Rivoli.” AUGUSTA, GA., WEDNESDAY MORNING, MARCH 6, 1867. “ I will go and see him this afternoon,” she said to herself; and then she sang a verse of the little song that had attracted the attention of the composer. She went to his house in the afternoon, and met Lionel at thegarden gate the next morning, as she had promised she would. And every day thereafter for a week she went to the professor’s to practice. In a little while on flaming placards was read a notice of anew musical prodigy— 41 Le Petite Gabrielle, the wonderful“ The Little Queen of Song,’’etc. The theatre in which she sang drew great crowds. “ I believe I will go and hear the little singer who is creating such an excitement,” said Madaline’s father, pushing back from the sup per table. “ This is announced as the third and last night. Would you like to go Madaline?.” ■“Excuse me, pa,” she said. He was nest looking at her just then, or he would hav& wondered why her face grew so red. On the evening of Madaline’s engagement at the theatre, a carriage called for her at the house of the professor, and left her there again. It did not take her long to perform her part and it came early on the programme. Hence, she had no been from home long enough to have made her absence a subject of remark. Madaline’s father went to the theatre. At the appointed time a beautiful, fair-haired girl, plainly and chastely attired came on the stage and sang. Oh, such singing! It was grand, exquisite ! Demonstrations of applause rent the building. The father clapped his hands in delight, and cried 14 encore” with the rest. He knew his little girl. He made his way to the door of the jjrcen-room. He got into the carriage with her. 44 Madaline, what does this mean ?” he asked. 44 Forgive me, pa! I shall sipg no more in public. They paid sue five hundred francs a night.” . “ Five hundred francs!” * 44 Yes. Three nights—fifteen hundred francs. To-morrow I shall give them to Lionel the crip ple, He wants to go to the Academy L’Ecole de Drait!” “You dear little angel!” cried her father, embracing and kissing her. “ And was it for that you wanted me to give you that money ? You say you-will not sing any more ?” “If yon do not wish me to.” 44 Yes, but you shall. Ido wish you to. The hand of Providence is in this. That my child should have such a gift! See here, Madaline, through the treachery of a friend I have become fearfully embarrassed.” “Is that why you put me off when I asked you for money ? Aud I shall sing for you how many niglit6 ?” “ As many as need be, you dear, good child.” ' And Madaline—the Le Petite Gabrielle of the flaming placard—sang for'the season, and saved her father from bankruptcy. “ A Sight of Hell.” This is the title of a book by Rev. J. Furniss, a Catholic priest, recently published in Lon don, “by permission of his superiors,” for the purpose, as h.c says, of saving “children and young persons who are often lost for want of being early smitten with, terror.’, It is literally and entirely devoted to the subject of its title. It describes hell—its location, soil, stream, at mosphere—the peculiar hotness of its heat— the noises, the dresses and everything relating to that interesting, but not inviting country. The reader may like to know how Rev. Mr. Fnrnl9S (a capital name for the author of such a flery work,) learned all-lie tells, as he could hardly have gone down in his own person and got back. He says the information comes from Saint Frances, who was taken out of the place by the angel Gabr el, though how a saint came to be sent there we can’t guess. The London Athenaeum gives the following compendium of its contents: Children are informed that hell is four thou sand miles from the surface of the earth ; that the fair Saint, St. Frances, has been taken out of the interior of that place of torment by the angel Gabriel; and from her account and that of other witnesses, children have an oppor tunity of knowing whither they are sure to go, and what they are certain to suffer for ever and ever, for the smallest mortal crimes committed in the flesh. Mr. Furniss informs the young that hell is boundless ; its plain is of red hot iron, its at mosphere a fog of fire, its rivers fathomless streams of seething,pitch and sulphur. Take the least spark from hell, throw it into the ocean, and in a moment it will dry up all the waters and set the whole world in a blaze. The music of hell is not that of the spheres, but made up of shrieks that never subside, and unnatural sounds from the condemned, who roar like lions, hiss like serpents, howl like dogs, and wail like dragons. There is a rush ing thunder as of cataracts of water, but little children are rentftnded that there is no water in Satan’s flery kingdom. What sounds like the fall thereof are the torrents of scalding tears falling without any cessation from millions of millions of eys6. The young, too, are further sickened by the assurance that if a body could be snatched for a moment from hell and laid upon the earth, the stench would be so over whelming that everything would wither and die. As for the fearful subject of judgment, these little ones are told that their offending souls will be dragged in chains before Satan’s judgment seat, and he is their judge, and a judge without mercy. “ How will your body be,” asks the reverend gentleman, “ afler the devil has been striking it a hundred millions of years without stopping ?” Again he Ays : “The vain will have to wear bonnets and dresses of the hottest fire of hell, which burns everything forever.” The very small -bonnets worn now may be an advantage in this terrible crisis, and might soon be con sumed, or impart only a moderate degree of heat. Almost universal empire is ascribed to Satan ; all power over man is ascribed to him ; the might, majesty, the Jove, the very will of God are burnt out by the all devouring flames of eternal hell; and Christ is depicted as rath er querulously, stating that he had done his ut most to save mankind, but that the devil, after all, had far the best of it. Such books are well calculated to make infi dels. If Impressed by the horrors related as children, they are very sure as men and women to “ put tham away” with other ** childish things.” And “all the King’s horses and all the King’s meu” can’t replace a childish belief once overturned by adult reflection or expe rience. When they unlearn belief in a survey ed, measured, carefully mapped hell, they will be very apt to unlqprn belief in any hell at all, and lose faith, by association, in other scriptu ral or orthodox teachings. [lndianapolis-Journal. Suicide.—Yesterday afternoon a maa named Michael Carey, who kept a tailor shop in Brougham street, near the Marshal House, committed suicide, by taking laudanum. He was a native of Ireland, about sixty years of age, and a resident of this city about thirty-four years. He was considered one of the best workmen in Savannah, and, until very recent ly, had a good business. Yesterday afternoon he procured an onnee of laudanum, and the anly person who saw him wasa negro boy, who stays in the barber shop oi Air. Derst, next door, and to whom he said ?? I ° teD . de ? drink it- The boy went into 8 B h°P and told him of the inten ®ar Sy» but, before the latter got silo P of the deceased, he had drank toe poison. Mr. Deret immediately went for h n m<. A n° Tk Tbat Eentleman not being at home. Dr. Thomas was called in and adminis tered the usual remedies; bat it was too late. The man kied at about seven oclock, two hours after he had taken the opiate. [.SatwmoA News. [From the Liverpool Albion. Baching the Great Eastern. At her recent arduous performances the Great Eastern has become more than ever an object of interest, and now that she is boldly out of the water she is in a still greater degree a sight to be seen. Her projected duty for the ensuing s^romer—that of conveying passen gers from New York to the Paris Exhibition had rendered a thorough overhauling and refit ting necessary. Part of the refit has been in progress for some weeks, but to reuder it com plete an outside survey was necessary, and to that end it was requisite that she should be placed on a gridiron. Liverpool, or rather Birkenhead, can dock the Great Eastern, but the effort would have been attended with some risk, and more incon venience ; and it was therefore decided to place her on a gridiron specially constructed for her ou the foreshore about two hundred yards south of New Ferry, on the Cheshire side of the river. It is placed about one-third of the distance between low water mark of spring tides and the high water mark, and is about four hundred feet long by sixty feet broad, resting on a firm bed of clay and shingle. The operation ol placing so huge a mass on this frame must of necessity have been one of con siderable delicacy and skill, and some doubt was expressed whether it could be safely per formed. The risk certainly appeared to be great. The first and only attempt was made with the morning tide on Saturday, and as the monster glided quietly and easily to her resting place, it seemed to be the simplest thing in the world. ' The Great Eastern moved from her moorings shortly after nine o’clock, drawing eighteen feet six inches of water. She was propelled by her screw, and was assisted by a tug or two. The tide was* at its height at 10.20, and regis tered 18 feet one inch. Captain Sir James An derson commanded, and was assisted by Mr. Breerton, C. E., successor to the late Mr. Bru nei, and Mr. Tocking. She was put side on, and came smoothly and easilv to the bed pre pared for her without a single hitch. She was j favored by smooth water. She was at once j secured in her position by powerful anchors i and chain cables, and in the early afternoon was | high and dry. The first glance at a distance of one hundred yards or so was disappointing, for the long, low line of beach had the effect of making her appear much shorter, and altogether smaller than she is. On .getting underneath her, how ever, her vast size was at once apparent. It was quite an exercise, especially with the mud ankle deep, to walk around her. For eighteen or twenty feet her plates were covered with a peculiar kind of gray weed, like coarse hair, whieh to any one standing quite underneath, gave her shell the appefljSarice of a huge Polar bear just emerged from tiis icy bath in an Arctic sea. The wintry surroundings gave strength to this comparison. Myriads of muscles and barnacles had "found a home among this weed, and.though her bottom was much cleaner than was expected, it will false much labor to thoroughly clean the vast surface. Her screw appears to be very small in proportion to her size, and it is marvelous how it can have any command over her enormous hulk. He pad dle-wheels are of course immense, hut as she now lies, the lowest paddle is fully twelve or fourteen feet above the head of the spectator on the hdfcch. There is now a full complement of workmen engaged upon her, and she will no doubt Us ready U) enter upon her duties in good time. A Chapter on Harmonizing Dress With the Complexion, Os all colors, perhaps the most trying to the complexion are the different shades of lilac and purple. The fashionable and really beautiful mauve and its varieties, are, of course, included in this category. In accordance with the well known law of optics, that all colors, simple or compound, have a tendency to tint surrounding objects with a faint spectrum of their comple mentary color, those above mentioned, which require for their harmony various tints of yel low and green, apply these supplementary colors to the complexion. It is scarcely neces sary to observe that, of all complexions, those which turn upon yellow are the most unpleas ant in their effect—and, probably for this rea son, that in this climate, it is always a sign of harmonizing colors so beautiful jn themselves, with the complexion, and so avoiding these ill effects ? To a certain extent this may be done, and as follows: Should the complexion be dark, the purple tint may be dark also, because, by contrast, it makes the complexion appear fairer; if the skin be pale or fair the tint should be lighter. In either ease the color should be placed next the skin, but should not be parted from it by the hair and by a ruche of the tulle, which produce the neutralizing effect of gray. Should the complexion still appear too yellow, green leaves or green ribbons may be worn as trimmings. .This will often neutralize lilac and purple colors, and thus prevent their imparting an unfavor able hue to the skin. Scarcely less difficult than mauve to har monize with the complexion is the equally beautiful color called “magenta.” The comple mentary color would be yellow-green; “ma genta,” therefore, requires very nice treatment to make it becoming. It must be subdued when near the skin, and this must be done by intermixture with black ; either by diminishing its brightness, by nearly covering it with black lace, or by intfoducipg the color in very small quantity only. Yellow also, is a difficult color to harmonize with the complexion. A bright yellow, like that of the buttercup, contrasts well with black, and is becoming to brunets, when ilot placed next the skin ; but pale yellow or greenish yel low suits no one, especially those with pale complexion. Its effect is to diffuse, by con trast, a purple hue over the complexions; and is certainly no addition to beauty. Blue is favorable to most complexions; light or 6ky blue especially so to fair persons with golden hair; fuller tints to those who are less Fair or in whom years have developed some of the color of the sere and yellow leaf peculiar to autumn. It often happens that as persons ad vance in years, colors which suited them in youth cease to be becoming; pink, for instance, agrees with a youthful complexion and fair skin, but it does not harmonize with the yellow tints of more advanced age; in this case either sky-blue, or pure deep blue, will be substituted with advantage for pink. A Desperaoo Killed.— A negro desperado named Jerry Hamilton, who for several months has defied the whole police department, was killed on Thursday last, at his rendezvous in nome negro shanties, near the rolling mill, on Marietta street. Within the past few months several efforts have been made to arrest Jerry, but he was shrewd enough to escape in every instance. We learn that not less than twenty shots have been fired at him at different times. Hfe is represented as having been a man of des perate determination, and for a long time has been prowling around the city perpetratingacts of villainly by the wholesale. At one time he attempted to kill his wife. His presence at the above shanties was made known to the police department on Thursday, when it was deter mined to apprehend and bring him to justice if possible. Upon the policemen reaching the spot Jerry assumed a defiant attitude, and re fused to surrender, and in endeavoring to es cape was fired upon and instantly killed. [Atlanta. Intelligencer , 22 <L Nine hundred and eighty-nine love letters were produced in evidence in a breach-of-prom ise case in Liverpool recently. Tragedy in a Philadelphia Court Boom, The telegraph has announced the killing of one George Eller, a prisoner under charge of rape, by the father of the injured girl, in the Court of Quarter Sessions, in Philadelphia, on M ednesday last. The Philadelphia papers give the following particulars of the affair: On the 16th of April last, George Eller was arrested op a charge of committing an assault upon Louisa Leis, a child, twelve years of age, daughter of Thomas Leis, a German. At the tune of the alleged outrage, Eller and his wife occupied rooms in the dwelling of Mr. Leis, No. 800 Orchard street, 12th Ward, and on the day in question it is alleged that the father and mother being away from home, Eller took ad vantage of their absence to accomplish his pur pose. The fact was discovered soon after the return of the mother, and an examinatiou by a physician convinced the parents of the truth of the story. Eller was then arrested and bound over by Aid. Miller, to answer the charge. He obtained bail, but afterwards left the city. His bail was then forfeited, whereupon his bonds man followed him to Harrisburg and had him arrested and brought back to Philadelphia. He was then committed to prison-in defhult of bail, and had been in Moyamensingabout two months before his trial was fixed. Since the occurrence Leis has been much depressed in spirits, and frequently expressed liis anxiety to have the ease disposed of, referring to the fact that near ly a year had elapsed since the binding over by the alderman. He had employed private coun sel to prosecute the accused. The case was named for trial on Tuesday, and Leis, his wife and daughter, were in attendance, whilfc the prisoner sat in the dock. The ordinary business of the court prevented the case being reached, and it was understood that it would be tried yesterday. In the morning, a few minutes be fore 10 o’clock, Leis, without his wife or daugh ter, came into court and took a seat ou one of the benches against the northern wall, near and facing the narrow entry through which the prisoners pass from the van to the dock. There was nothing in his demeanor to attract the at tention of the officers, or to indicate his pur pose to do injury to any one. He remained quietly seated until the tip-staves came in with the prisoners. Eller was the third brought from the van. Just as he reached the angle of the entry, and was about to turn td go to the dock, Leis, then within three feet of him, ex tended his arm towards the left breast ol Eller, and discharged one barrel of ftn Allen’s revolv er, the load taking effect in the left breast, pass ing through coat, vest, shirt and Into the heart. The wounded man exclaimed, “ Oh! oh !” and fell back dead, into the arms of an officer. The report of the pistol caused great excite-' ment in the court-room, although it was uot known at first, except to the few in the imme-' diate vicinity of the actors in the tragedy, that a man had been killed. One lady fainted and was carried out; others screamed, while there was a rush of the male spectators to reach the dock, in order to ascertain the cause of the re port. Judge Ludlow gave direction to the of ficers to have order maintained and then pro duce the prisonerjbeforefhira. In the midst of all this excitement and confusion Leis was cairn and collected. He made not the slightest attempt to escape, but when .the officers seized him, he remarked: “I will allow no man to destroy tny family.” After a passage way had been cleared, by the removal of the dead body of Eller to the office of the clerk of the Quarter Sessions, Leis was brought before the Judge and an examina tion entered into, when the tacts of the shoot ing, as above stated, were established by a num ber of witnesses. During the examination Leis was standing in front of the Judge, and throughout was cool and collected. At the close of the testimony the Judge addressed the prisoner. Judge Ludlow—What is your name? Prisoner—My name is Thomas Leis—L-e-i-s —(spelling it.) Judge Ludlow—This is not the time or the occasion to cbmment on such a case as this; still I cannot refrain from characterizing it as a scandalous and outrageous act, no matter what the provocation. I shall commit yon to the county prison to answer at the next term of the court the charge of murder. The prisoner was in noway affected by the announcement of his committal to prison to an swer this serious charge. To one of the officers he said : “ I am ready to answer for it.” He was then taken to prison. About half an hour after the examination had closed, and when all was quiet in court, Mrs. Leis and her daughter made their appearance. They were in ignorance of the tragedy just en acted. Judge Ludlow directed an officer to get a carriage and induce them to return home. This was done, although the object was still unknown to them. When they reached home the officer informed them of what had occurred in the court-room. The distress of the wife and child is represented to have been very great. Leis is about thirty-five years of age. He was a saddler by trade. Eller was a man of about twenty-eight years of age and a tailor. His wife was informed of his death at 11 o’clock, and she immediately came to the coroner’s office, where she wept bitterly, and frequently asserted that her husband did not deserve this death, as he was not guilty. The deceased at one time served in the One Hundred and Nineteenth Regiment of Pennsylvania Volunteers, from which he eventually deserted. Terrible Accident—A Young Man Scald ed to Death in a Brewery Vat.—A horrible accident, by which an unfortunate man was lit erally scalded alive, occurred at New Vienna, five miles north of Dyersville, on last Tuesday, the 14th inst., in the brewery of John Chris toph. While at work in the brewery, a Ger man laborer, by the name ot Christian Gref, who came to this country eleven mbnths ago from Baden, fell into a kettle of boiling water, containing thirty barrels, and was completely submerged beneath the fluid. It seems that he was engaged in removing the scum from the water, when, reaching over too far, his feet slipped, and he went in headforemost. No one happened to be near at the time of the ac cident, and, strange as it may seem, the unfor tunate man got out of the keltic through his own exertions, and called for help. He .was immediately taken to a house, and Dr. Kelly, and another physician from Dyersville, sent lor. On stripping the clothes from his body, a hor rible spectacle was presented, the skid pealing off at the’Jslightest touch, while the flesh ap peared to be parboiled. He was also injured internally, for it was noticed that his tongue was scalded, and yet so strong were his powers of endurance, be survived the accident for thir teen hours, when death kindiy came and re lieved him from his sufferings. Mr. Gref was only 28 years of age, and was considered as a quiet and industrious man and a good citizen. He had no relations Hving in this country, but was well cared for in his last moments by many friends, and buried with all the impressive rights of the Catholic church, he being an earnest and devoted member. [Dubuque Herald, February 1 9th. Law Affecting Aliens. —Attention is call ed to the following important law, passed at the recent session of the General Assembly of this State affecting the interests of aliens : An Act to repeal all laws forbidding aliens to hold and own lands in Georgia. Sec. 1. The General Assembly of the State of Georgia do enact, That all of the laws and parts of laws forbidding aliens from owning lands in this State be and the same are hereby repealed, and that all conveyances of lands, tenements and hereditaments hereafter made to, or by an alien, 6hall be as valid and legal as if made to or by a citizen. . . V0L.25. NO. 10 How Gen. Grant Appears at a Dress Ball.— 14 Mack,” of the Cincinnati Commercial describes General Grant as he appeared at a re cent full dress ball : 41 Late in the evening Gen. Grant and his lady arrived. Ulysses was immediately pssailed by a young lady, and hauled, rather than escorted, into tne dancing-room, where he was immedi ately mustered for and quadrille. He was In full dress—citizen, not military—and looked ex ceedingly odd to those who had never before seen him but in uniform. He seemed to me much smaller and more narrow-shouldered than he had ever before appeared. It may be be cause of the record that is inseparable from his name that many see under his military coat so close a resemblance to the great soldiers who have lived before him. But in dressing for a party he certainly spoils a good soldier to make a very indifferent looking beau, with whom, I take it, the ladies would be slow to fall the least in love. His fair partner pushed him through the dance with moderate success. He didn’t seem to like it a bit. He, was embar rassed at the call of every figure, aud couldn’t for his life get a fair start at l ight and left all around. His right hand instinctively went where the left was called for, aud vice versa. Then again he appeared to be foolishly afraid of treading on the long dresses of the ladies. This fear, however, is not peculiar to the Generak It pervades the minds of a great many gentle men on such occasions. For my part,*l unhes itatingly affirm that the most delightful sound to be heard in'a ball-room is the ravishing* 4 r-r-r-ip ’ that tells of a dislocated skirt. 4 ’Tis music iu the sinner’s ear’ far more encliancing than can be got out of voice or instrument. What else is a long trailing silk but a standing invitation for the delicious embarrassing scone, that follows a good square tramp? If gentle men won’t take the hint, it’s because they are too dull ; but surely the ladies wouldn’t wear such streaming costumes if they didn’t want them torn occasionally. P.— . . Raise Provisions.— The New Orleans Pica yune in remarking upon the policy of devoting less attention to the cultivation of cotton and more to the raising of provisions, says : Iu the name of common sense let our plant ing people grow their own corn, aud make their own bread and meat. Do this first, aud give up the exploded idea that “ cotton is king.” And when home wants are supplied tjien grow cotton, and the country will grow richer. If the whole South could be induced to adopt n self-sustaining policy ,by making their own food and raiment, and give the balance of their time to the culture of cotton, no people on earth would be as rich as we would soou be. A season is past, and another crop of cotton has been added to the records ; but as far as its visible effects can be scon on the wealth of the Southern country, it had as well not have been made. A million bales have been counted, worth a hundred millions of dollars. But it has gone—gone glimmering to help other people and enrich other pockets. There is nothing left of it. No more money is in the South than before it was gathered. Some may ask where is it? We point them to the huge heaps of freight and produce ’daily lauded at the wharf, and which the moment they touch the shore, are wheeled away to the' railroads and coast steamers to feed the farming people. Ty pogiuu’iiica.l Errors. —A New York letter writer thus sketches a few typographical errors: * Oue day last year, Mr. Greeley wrote an edi torial entitled “William H. Sevvard.” Imagine his rage when it came to him in proof headed ‘ißichard the Third!” Yet anybody familiar with chirography, if his-inky jerks can be so designated, will readily see, not only how such a mistake could be made, but how it probably would be. Again he wrote about “three men in.buckram,” and the prosaic type-setter got it “three men in a back room.” And this, notwithstanding the fact that two compositors of sagacity-find experience are hired at an extra salary, because they can read his copy. But George Ripley has been the vic tim of the grossest outrages in this line. In one of his book notices he took the liberty of quoting from Shakspearc. “’Tis true, ’tis pity; -and pity ’tis, ’tis true.” And the wretch ed bungler got it, “ ’Tis two, ’tis fifty ; ’tis fifty —Tis fifty-two 1” That is some worse than •James F. Babcock’s martyrdom, when lie wrote “is there no balm in Gilead?” and read next morning, to his consternation, “Is there no barn in Guilford ?” Mr. Crawford, a member of Parliament, .-ecently sent to India the mes sage, “the news from America favors the hold ers,” and it arrived there with the information that “news from America savora of soldiers !” The Steamer Baltic Seized—Escape of the Vessel.—One of the firm who held a claim against the New York and Bremen Btenmship Company went with the sheriff on board the Baltic, of that compauy—the vessel being advertised to sail for Southampton and Bremen—and took her into custody. The en gines of the Baltic were started, however, and th,e vessel went down the bay, taking the sher iff and the gentleman along. At quarantine* the vessel was anchored, the two men re turned to the city. Two Deputy United Btates Marshals were then sent to the steamer and took possession of her. At half-past seven o’clock, on Friday evening, a party of forty sailors was carried on board in a tugboat by the steamship company, and these men soon forced the Deputy Marshals off the steamer and into the tugboat, when the Baltic put to sea. —New York Express , Feb. 23. Concession to the Jews in Russia.—The Russian Government has made another step in advance. It has partially thrown open to the Jejrs two important towns formerly closed against them. Jewish merchants of the sedbnd and third guilt may now settle at Sebastopol and Nikolaioff, trade there, and even acquire real estate. A still greater boon to the Jews, and one which has also a political significance, is the offer made by the Russian Government to the Jews of Bokhara and other central Asiatic countries, to take them under its protection. The offer, it is said, has been eagerly accepted by them, as they were fearfully oppressed by the Mahommedan rulers and population of those countries. The story that Tennyson has been obliged to leave his home at Farringford, in the Isle of Wight because he was besieged by bores/gnins some color from a cowardly and senseless at tack made on the poet by one M. D. Conway in the correspondence of a Boston newspaper. Chis person, who some years agq pretended to be authorized by the Abolitionists to make a treaty with the Confederate States, is still in England, and vituperates the Poet Laureate after a fashion which plainly indicates that he must have been one ot the “ greflt elected” from Mr. Tennyson’s hospitable and honorable bouse. f Nero York World. New Church.— The basement walls, of sub stantial masonry, are already up for anew church being erected by the “ Christian ” de nomination. The building is located on Hunter street, between Pryor and Lloyd street—is 70 by 41K feet in extreme dimensions. The audi ence room will be twenty-three feet in height, conveniently arranged and tastelully finished. The exterior design is imposing and will prove an ornament to that part of the city. We un derstand work will be suspended a short time till a supply of brick can be made. | Atlanta Opinion. A lady sometimes keeps charms'upon her safeguard; bnt it is more important that she keeps watch and guard upon her charms.
