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Paris.
IK NOVBMBBB, 18T0.
“ That which seemed its head
The likeness of a kingly crown had on.”
[ Milton.
Beleagured city! to thee we turn
With eyes that weep and with hearts that burn.
Thy gardens to flocks and herd* are given ;
Thy temples reek in the face of Heaven ;
The wounded lie in thy halls of State,
For the Goth and the Vandal are at thy gate.
Long is the line of those hostile spears ;
Thy"fountains are bitter with woman’s tears;
Thy children have learned in their careless play
To mimic the soldier’s stern array—
And thy prisoned people all grimly wait
For the hourly expected blow of fate.
To tby proudest palace a patriot band
Hath borne in the hush of night the brand;
Not thence shall the Prussian shell descend,
To slaughter, to ruin, and to rend !
A blackened heap meets the gazer’s eye,
And “ St. Cloud ” is a marble memory.
Queen of the world ! we see thee stand,
The bowl and the dagger in either hand ;
Thy flower-crowned tresses dishevelled stream,
Thy face is wild as a dreadful dream,
While thy cold, bare feet tread sternly down
Into the dark dust an Emperor's crown !
Widowed! Rejected! thy desperate need
Might make the hearts of the nations bleed ;
Betrayed ! Foresworn! by thy recreant chief,
Martyred ! yet masterful even in thy grief;
Stretching thy white arms from land to land,
Queen of the world we behold thee stand !
Yet, at the foeman’s fiery shock,
Thy shalt prove firm as the granite rock ;
All the old spirit of Charlemagne
Shall breathe through thy mighty veins again—
And Liberty’s self “ on the outer wall ”
Shall “fling forth the banner” of right aud
Gaul.
Beechmore. C. A. W.
Who’s the Rogue ?
A roguish old fellow is prowling about
In field and in garden ; you can’t keep him
out.
No matter how tall
You build up your wall,
He’ll find a way over in spite of it all.
On the glass of the window his picture you’ll
sec;
A grand exhibition ! (admission is free ;)
He works hard at night,
While the stars glitter bright;
But, when the sun rises, he keeps out of sight.
He’ll sketch you a snow-covered mountain or
tree,
A torrent all frozen, a ship out at sea.
He draws very fast,
But his work does not last;
It fades when the chill of the night-time is
past.
Before the sun rises, while hardly ’tis light,
He feels of the fruit and takes a sly bite ;
He has a fine taste,
Though a great deal he’ll waste ;
Then off he will go in very great haste.
Now, who do you think this fellow may be,
The bright, sparkling work of whose fingers
you’ll see ?
All Winter he’ll stay;
What more shall I say ?
Only this—that his first name begins with aJ.
A Serenade.
I sing beneath your lattice, Love,
A song of great regard for you ;
The moon is getting rather high—
My voice is, too.
The lakelet in deep shadow lies,
Where frogs make much hullaballoo;
I think they sing a trifle hoarse,
And, Love, me too.
The blossoms on the pumpkin vine
Are weeping diamond tears of dew ;
’Tie warm; the flowers are wilting fast,
Aud 1 am, too.
All motionless the cedars stand,
With silent moonbeams slanting through,
The very air is drowsy, Love,
And I am, too.
Ob, could I soar on loving wings.
And, at your window, gently woo!
But then your lattice you would boit,
80 I’ll bolt, too.
And now I’ve done my serenade;
Farewell! my best regards to you;
I’ll close with one (French) word for all,
And that la tout.
Tired.
1 roam the woods that crown
The upland, where the mingled splendor*
glow;
Where the gay company of trees look down
On the green field below.
And far In heaven, the while,
The sun that sends the gale to wander here,
Fours out on the fair earth his quiet smile—
The sweetest of the year.
O Autumn! why so soon
Depart the hues that make the forests glad ;
Thv gentle wind and tby fair sunny noon,
And leave thee wild and sad r
Ah! ’twere a lot too blest,
Forever in thy colored shades to stray ;
Amid the kisses of the soft Southwest,
To roam and dream for aye ;
And leave the vain, low strife
That makes men mad- the tug for wealth and
power, .
The passions and the cares that wither me,
And waste the little hour.
Rejected Addresses.
(After the manner of Moore )
One morn a Ttiera at the gate
Os Paris stood disconsolate ;
1 he door was closed, the tie to sever,
That he and Peace might enter never.
Closed was tho way, the passage b irr’d,
The wall defended by a guard;
The order given, in addition,
“ For Thiers and Peace there’s no admission."
Without, they met reception rude,
From Frus'lu's bmle loving brood ;
For Peace and Theirs they'd no aflectlon,
And did UOI cure lor the connection.
May Paris never rue the day (
Slowly aud sadly, both arjM-'MSi
[From the New York World.
Woman as a Sylph.
I have been in a leg laboratory. Had a
little boyish cariosity to see how a ballet
was bnilt, and stumbled on the workmen
one day last week hammering merrily away
at fairies an<i figurantes. It was in Hous
ton street. There is an old Swedenborgian
of Moravian church near the Bowery, long
since given up by its congregation, now
hermetically sealed in front and labelled
“ The Casino.” That sign was enough to
deter me if the entranceways had not all
been carefully boarded. Still, there was a
well-defined notion in the neighborhood,
held pertinaciously by the dirtiest and
smallest ragamuffins, that somewhere in the
kernel of the old edifice unmentionable
mysteries were hidden. Wierd wafts of
music had come over the tops of the win
dows on the Elizabeth street side occasion
ally, which were more like the devil’s own
hornpipe than the choral songs of Moravia.
The corrugated old woman who sold Tonka
beans on the corner and was pleasantly
aliuded to by the precocious urchins as a
“ sweet-scented pill,” was well aware that
angels in water-proofs, and with lunches,
assembled there every day at 9 in the morn
ing, and came out fagged every afternoon,
as though their lunches had been too much
for them, and she rolled up her one eye with
what pious horror was in her, and intimat
ed dumbly that “it wasn’t no good.”
Yet this was the camp of instruction
where recruits were being disciplined for
the “ Black Crook.” You passed in through
the musty beer shop next door. In the
back room were bacchantes beering at the
tables, and a great square hole in the brick
wall disclosed the church floor adjoining,
populous with an unadorned ballet. They
were huddled, I should think a hundred of
them, in a picturesque mob about Signor
Costa; about half in short skirts and flesh
ings, with woollen hose pulled over their
limbs for warmth, the others in ordinary
female attire, and all of them panting.—
Signor Operti occupied a corner ot the
room with a piano, and at his side sat a
grim violinist with a mug of beer on his
music-stand. There was no illusion about
this scene. It was downright hard work,
very tiresome and monotonous and per
plexing. One could not believe that these
herding girls with perspiring faces, driven
about by an inexorable ballet-master, need
ed only the magic touch of the costumer
and the ray or two of the right light to be
nymphs most aerial in the “ Pas de Fleurs.”
The “ Pas de Fleurs ” might be here a pro
procession of public school misses occa
sionally alarmed by a wild bull, only that
the misses were too old and stepped too
high. The “ Grand Ballet de.Ferqs ” look
ed Wintry without the “ fern lake of silver
sheen, with the crystal cascade.” And the
first three movements had to be done twen
ty times befor the signor could get the
misses to comprehend what he was at. He
shouted “ sacre;”clapped bis hands, shrug
ged his shoulders, gesticulated, rattled off
No, no, no, no, no, no, like the roll of a
drum, and at itthey went again. “One,
two, three ! turn, turn, ti turn ti, turn ti
No, no, no, no, no! Sacre!” So that this
ballet reminded one of a horse race at
which the beauties take an hour to “ get
off” and then run fifteen minutes.
There was plenty of information to be
gained here without much trouble. An in
telligent lover of the entire crowd volun
teered their names as they came around on
their toes and shook hands, figuratively,
with their legs. There was Rose, Arual,
Camilla, Stella, Blanche, Hortense, Vernet,
Eugenie, Helene, Leonne, Aurelie, Antoin
ette and Medina.
Hortense, I fancied, I had seen before as
Peggy Kearns, but I may have been mis
taken. Camilla seemed to bo all leg. The
ultimate result of several of
endeavor to become leg absolutely. She
impressed me continually as a being bifur
cated from her neck down—a walking
waterfall, so to speak, the legs restricted at
the waist by a girdle, as we tighten a
porte-crayon. I was told she had danced
before the Emperor. I did not ask what
Emperor. 1 wanted to speak to her and
see if such a sylph could talk—and about
what. Imagine me approaching her with
the formula appointed by Bab:
Caroline, Celeatine, Eulalie,
Honpla! je vous aime oui mossoo,
Combien donnez moi anjourd’hui
Bonjonr, mademoiselle, pariez voo I
Such A rehearsal is chastity itself. It
has not even the volnptnous bloom of the
property room. These sylphs were un
painted, unpadded creatures, working as
hard as any stone-crackers, and as utterly
unconscious of their own legs as Costa and
Operti were. Most of them were girls such
as you may see any evening on Chatham
street homeward bound.
An unintelligent beauty resided in their
sex rather than in their persons.
who would be called voluptuous when on
the stage, were vascular and stolid, and
those who came out smiling and as light as
thistle-downs, were slightly consumptive
and shrewish. Here and there was a state
ly creature who, by the carriage of her
head, was assigned a place in the strictly
processional business, and led a forlorn
hope of Amazons in plaid shawls back and
nope ui iu _
forth, back and forth, in dreary repetition.
The illusion of spontaneity in the ballet—
that charm of impromptu motion and mazy,
irresolute meaning, was all gone here.
Everything was one, two, three, rum-tum
ti-tiddy-rum, which bred a wretched sus
picion that all the fluent grace and airy
sDlendor of the ballet were as much a mat
ter of hum drum and imitation as the agil
of .cow of toroed dog.
•TOTS a Os
voobs »nd raiwrtlble nan • ; «J
saying in her ow w ,, ar anything
yonrs and never mtai. do areat,” and he
•»ut a film f° r P'' o w 'uh bouquet*, and ;
and that when 7': toaom«<-"t-
I aim float* away, tight* »«' ';, .... ,m
AUGUSTA, GA., WEDNESDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 28, 1870,
are yet boarded np in front, and that he
always sees his charmer on the lllnminated
golden terrace of the c* stle of Wollenstein,
and not in Houston street. I can readily
picture the dismay of Romance mee ing his
French girl and getting some such saluta
tion as Caroline Celestine gave Lorenzo
de Lardy:
Ob, my ! pretty man ; if yonplease,
Blom boodin, bifsttk currie lamb
Bouidogue, two franc, qnite zechuze.
Rosbif, me spik Angleesh godam
But what interested me in this visit was
the perfection and success of the system by
which these girls are transformed, without
any other than a passive will of their own,
into the ravishing hourts we see them over
the footlights. They are produced much
in the same way that the golden terrace
and castle of Wol.'enstin are. They are
dressed, painted, discipline'-’ and put iu a
frame to fascinate the world. There are
about a hundred women employed to ap
pear in the spectacle of the “ Black Crook.”
The costumes which they will wear are all
furnished bv the management, and are
worth from $lO to SIOO apiece. The man
agement also furnish dressing-maids and
artists to see that they are properly worn,
and when the building of the sylph is com
pleted she is sent to the painter’s room,
where a consummate artist touches her
cheeks, dresses her hair, tints her ears and
nostrils delicately, and if necessary washes
her hands. The salaries of thesa girls
range from $8 to $35 a week. The prima
absoluta, Mile. Boufanti, and the secondas,
of which there are fourteen, I have not in
cluded in my remarks so far. Boufanti re
ceives $l5O a week, and the secondas range
from SSO to SIOO. There are twelve cory
phees, who get $25 and S3O a week, and
then come the first, second and third lines
of ballet, ranging from $8 to $35. Those
women who appear in the procession, and
do nothing but march, get $lO a week.
All this valuable information I picked up
in the Casino from one of the playful French
men. In fact, Iso impressed the man with
my geniality and greatness that lie confi
dentially informed me there was a full dress
rehearsal of the “ Black Crook ” at the
theatre on Friday and Saturday nights, and
that if I wanted to see it—
I did. He fixed it.
I then came away from the Casino with
my hat on one side and a cigarette in my
mouth, purposely to overawe the little boys
arounds the doorway with the impression
that I owned two or three ballet girls
myself.
Niblo’s Garden, Saturday—Midnight.
The girls look much better lit. I take
back all I said. They are now half through
the rehearsal. Operti has just now been
spunged off, and Costa is ianning himself
at the wings. There is quite an audience
here. Judge Dowling and the Chief of
Police occupy one of the boxes. All the
regular critics are sitting in the parquet
glaring. Looked at from the dress circle I
believe the premieres get SI,OOO a week and
the ballet girls SSOO.
Nysi Crinkle.
Eating Rats in Paris.
RESTAURANT RII.T.S OF FARE—STEWED RAT
AND GRAVY, 30 CENTS A PLATE —HOW IT
TASTES—ROASTED GUINEA PIGS.
Some interesting details of how the tesi
dents of Paris manage to live during the
siege are given in the letter of the Paris
correspondent of the London limes, writing
on the 14th ult. He says:
It is not yet a question of surrendering,
starving or fighting. The croakers declare
that we are all but at the end of our provi
sions ; but they have been so long declaring
this, that one has ceased to put much faith
in them. I have been told over and over
again, that the snpply of meat was to fail
next Monday, and then—positively at the
very latest—on Saturday; but it is still
holding out, inexhaustable, apparently.—
The largest restaurant in Paris was yester
day—it being Sunday—crowded from sto
7, and everybody had, if I may judge from
my own experience, at least an eatable
dinner, with plenty of fresh meat. The
beef was probably horse, and some of the
entrees possibly cat; bnt still everybody
seemed to relish them, and dined very
heartily. In fact, there is no knowing
what you can cat till von try. I hope I shan’t
utterly horrify your readers, and hencefor
ward become a social outlaw, if I confess
to having this morning eaten at one of the
best restaurants in Paris—rat. Two
months ago I should have been as much
appalled at the bare idea of perpetra
ting such an atrocity as, perhaps, any
other civilized Englishman. But, first,
one’s principles receive a dangerous shock
in eating horse; then yon meet friends,
ordinarily decent, respectable people, who
tell von that they have been avowedly
eating cat; and that yon have your
self already been served in the same
way if yon have ever, at no matter what
restaurant, ordered rabbit. One’s gastro
nomic conscience gradually hardens, 1 sup
pose, in an atmosphere of this kind, and so
when this morning I met a friend on the
Boulevatda just about breakfast time, who
asked me to come with him to Hall’s, as he
had there ordered rats, instead of at once
rnnning away or perhaps trying to knock
him down, I agreed to go and just luok at
them. They looked very good, served up
in salmi, with gravy and toast, and my
friend pronounced them “excellent;” and
so I did eat, or rather taste,and am oblige !
to confess that I should have no objection
to repeat the experiment to-morrow. The
flesh was white and very delicate, like
young rabbit, but with more flavor. We
curiously inspected the bill to see whether
the proprietor of the restaurant would
venture to give the dish its real name, but
there was only a significant blank space,
afid then If. 50c. On being remonstrated
with for this unbu iness-like method of
procedure, he wanted to write Salmi da
UCbier, the word “ rat” being quite impos
sible As there were two rats in the garni,
each cost about seven pence, but bought
I wholesale (I am told that they are now ex
hibited publicly for sale In some shop*)
and cooked at home, they would perhaps
be cheap eating, even in time of siege;
1 only unluckily, the poor people, who want
| them most, would be the last to couaent to
! touch them. . , . H
! I see that one Journal »t, In talcul....ng
' the amount of meat left Iu I *. l«. Includes
' e animal* of Hi" J<* r ' ,,w » ‘
! I,", „„„ inuv have a chance of getting a j
tlr steak, or clubbing with one’* friend.
ernment wise ih** .bouhi have i
I use. It I* * »* ww w '
been allowed to live so long. The Govern
ment can scarcely .hink them more valuable
than the Palace of St. Cloud, and now that
monkeys and dogs are considered by
epicures rather as delicacies, it is difficult
to see «that food can be found for them
whici* might not be eaten by human beings.
There Js a yonng American lady here, the
belle iff an ambulance (as this seems an odd
expression, let me explain that the doctors,
on strictly hygienic principles, encourage
pretty and well-dressed young ladies to
visit their ambnlance in order to enliven
the wards and administer small doses of
flirtation to patients), who is just now in
the depths of despair about her dog, a
splendid Siberian wolf-hound valued at
£IOO in hard cash, and of unappreciabie
value in the softer coin of sentiment. The
authorities have found him out, and de
clare that a dog which eats 2% francs’
worth of food a day cannot be allowed to
live in a besieged town. The wild beasts
must, therefore, be in considerable danger.
It has been suggested—probably by the
sitae strategist who wanted to have the
country ail around Paris strewn with
broken bottles to impede the advance of
the Prussians—that all the ferocious carni
vorous beasts should be let loose upon the
enemy; but who is to do it ? If, like the
war elephants of Pyrrhus, they turned
round upon their friends, what accidents
might not happen, even among the married
member* of the National Guard? It wili,
perhaps; therefore, on the whole, he better
to eat them ourselves; and, what with rats,
cats, (if these have not already gone) and
dogs, it is calculated that the supply of
fresh mhat will last till nearly the end of
this moith. There is supposed to be salt
meat foj about two months more.
On the 20th ult, the same writer says:
It is a question of the belly, nothing
more. - Oar beef and mutton will be ex
hausted in a fortnight, perhaps sooner.
Will Paris feed on horse ? I beli ive it will,
and those ’who, like myself, vow never to
touch horse, will live on vegetables. For
me, I am Shadrach. You remember the
story of the three children who would not
in captivity eat the flesh offered to idols,
and feed on poise. At the end of forty days
they were very fat. I think I could get up
in Paris the Shadrach, Meshech and Abed
nego Club. When the siege of Paris Is
over you will see us as fat as pigs on our
diet of pulse, peas, beans and lentils.
Talking of pigs, let me end this letter
with an anecdote. I took a friend to break
fast w|tli me yesterday morning at Bra
bant’s. On the bill of fare I found eoehon
de lail. Now, I have many weaknesses, but
all are as nothing in comparison with my
weakness for sucking pig. lat once said,
“ By all means we shall have sucking pig.”
Btit I called back the waiter and asked him
if It was a real sucking pig? He said,
“Truly.” Then I said, “A little pig?”
He replied, “ Surely." Again I said, “ A
young .pig?” But this "question floored
him, a'fld he hesitated. At last he con
fessed, “ It was a Guinea pig, cochin dUlnde .”
Now, I ask you, are you equal to Guinea
Pig ?
fFrom the Buffalo Exprtws.
Mark Twain—Jenkins and Wilhelm
shohe.
[A remarkable feature of the present Eu
ropean war is the extraordinary candor of
the prominent persons who have been en
gaged in it. From Bismarck to Napoleon,
from Bazaine to William, the dignitaries
have manifested a miraculous alacrity in
the frank avowal of their intentions, plans
and projects, and have seemed happiest
when making a clean breast of it to some
newspaper correspondent. Asa fair illus
tration of their amiable candor, I have con
densed the following specimen from the
New York Herald correspondent’s inter
view with Napoleon —Carl Byng.\
As I was ushered Into the reception room
at Wilhelmshohe the Emperor arose (from
a “ luxurious fauteuil,” of course,) and ad
vanced to welcome me, with extended hand
and an air of .ejetreme gratification, that
put me perfectly at ease.
“ Bung zhoo, sire,” said I, giving his
hand a cordial shake. With the exquisite
tact of a practiced courtier, his Majesty
seized the occasion to pay me (and my
countrymen) one of his neatest compli
ments. He said : “ Perhaps we had better
conduct our conversation in English. The
fact is, yon speak French with an accent
that really shames ns Parisians. I’ve often
remarked this trait in accomplished Ameri
cana, and wondered at it.” The Emperor’s
remarks were so unexpectedly flattering
that it look my breath away for a moment;
but under cover of a profound bow I re
covered my fluency, and observed: “Such
a compliment from your Majesty in hap
pier days would have brought the entire
American nobility to your feet.” My direct
allusion to his misfortunes affected his
Majesty profoundly. The tears that chased
each o'.her silently down bis majestic and
imperial purple nose, and dripped In im
perial sorrow lrom the waxed ends of his
mcnstache, might have moved a heart of
stone with a little assistance.
Surely, thought I, the Emperor who can
thus weep at his own calamities cannot be
utterly heartless.
When the Emperor had recovered his
csmposnre, and had his nose blowed by the
proper officer, I opened the conversation
in a way that I thought least likely to of
fend his delicacy. I told him It was cur
rently reported that he had feathered his
nest pretty well while .Emperor, and I
should take it as a special favor if he would
tell me how much he had really stolen. In
America, I told him, pnblic men were ex
pected to lay by something for a tainy day,
ana it would rather enhance our respect for
him to be assured that he had exercised a
like justifiable prudence. He replied :
“ My, I respect the Herald too much to
deceive it. I have made a nice little thing
of the whole, and my chamberlain shall
provide yon with an Inventory of all that
U have gobbled.” I asked him If he had
any propcrtyln New York. “ Well," said
he, “ I thought I owned the New York
World a few months ago; bnt since the
Sedan affair It has gone back on me.”—
"Your Majesty was accused of treachery
at Sedan. Was you really a traitor?"—
"Frankly," said he, "I think If I had tried
I might have died at the head of the army,
Instead of surrendering. If this be treason,
make the most of It,” I said, " Hire, we
American* are very frank and stralghtfor-1
ward, especially In auswerlng questions, j
Now you needn't answer if you feel the
least hit squeamish shout It; hut I should
like to kuow, i really would he pleased hi
know, whether your father was a Bona
parte or a Dutch admiral, as *oimo have Iu I
timated TANARUS” His Majesty, with great cheer
fnlness, replied, “ So would I."
The engaging freedom with which his
Majesty unbosomed himself emboldened me
to pursue my inquiries, and oar conversa
tion became almost confidential. I asked
him if Eugenie was ever jealous. He re
plied, “Not as Empress; but as Mrs. Na
poleon I have some times thought she was
inclined to be a little too strict with me.”
I said, “ Can you lay yoar band on your
heart, sire, and solemnly assuie the Herald
that you never gave her cause for jealousy ?”
The Emperor (musingly): “ You are right.”
At this point the Emperor seemed a good
deal cut up, and sighed profoundly. In
stead of answering my question explicitly,
I was sorry to see him put both hands in
his pocket instead of on his heart.
I told him he might deem me rather in
quisitive, but if he knew how deeply inter
ested we Americans were in such scandal,
I was sure lie would tell me all about the
Bellanger intrigues referred to in his pri
vate correspondence, which was discovered
at the Tuileries after the flight of the Em
press. He said : “My friend, lam deeply
touched by vonr friendly solicitude about
my affairs. Your curiosity is tempered by
an exquisite delicacy that disarms it of any
power to offend. That correspondence, i
grieve to confess ” The announcement
of a messenger from Berlin unhappily in
terrupted the Emperor’s remarks at this
point. I intended to have gradually drawn
Napoleon to speak about private and per
sonal topics, and should have succeeded
but for that interruption.
As I was about to withdraw, the Em
peror embraced me with every mark of
esteem.
An African Prince.— Nicholas Said, a
most remarkable colored man, lectured at
the Court House Saturday evening.
A native African—a prince ot his tribe—
he has an interesting personal history.
When bat sixteen years old he was kidnap
ped by a party from an adjoining tribe with
which his own was in continual warfare.
Taken to a town on the shores of the Medi
teranean, he was sold to an African chief,
who in turn sold him to a Russian officer.
This soldier being an erudite scholar, edu
cated him in seven different languages.
Liberated after the Crimean war, by the
laws of Russia, his master gave him fifteen
hundred dollars, and he then made ids way
to the Atlantic coast to return to the burn
ing sands of his childhood home. Meeting
with a Yankee In a town in Germany, he
pursuaded him to visit America. They
landed in Canada in 1866, and a few days
thereafter the cunning Puritan borrowed
all of his money. Said remarked that he
had not seen him since. He afterwards
taught French in Detroit, Michigan, and
Charleston, South Carolina. He next went
to Thomasville, in this State, where he
taught a freed man’s school. Whilst in the
latter place he was persuaded to lecture
upon his own and other countries he had
visited. Finding lecturing an unprofitable
business, he has been engaged in teaching
school at Culloden in this county, for the
past six months.
He has now in press his own biography,
from which he expects to realize enough to
defray his expenses back to his native jun
gles.
He remarked that he did not propose to
discuss political topics, yet the kindest peo
ple with whom he had ever met and domi
ciled are the Southern whites. That their
old masters are the negroes best friends,
and he admonished his race to stick to them
instead of the itinerant Northerners who
carrry their whole effects in their hands.
[Monroe Advertiser.
Child Slaughter and Insanity.— ln
the Criminal Court at Baltimore on Mon
day, the case of Mrs. Catharine Marsh, in
dicted for the murder of her four children,
by cuttina their throats with a butcher
knife on the 21st of April last, was taken
up. The prisoner seated herself in the dock
with composure. She wore a brown vail
(which closely concealed her features during
the whole of the examination), a plaid
dress and dark water proof cloak. Since
the enactment of the terrible tragedy (which
can only be compared tq that of the fabled
Medea destroying her children in the fury
of revenge), the prisoner has become thin
and worn, her features are wasted, her eyes
have an unpleasant glare, and her dark
brown hair has turned to gray. The court
room was crowded with spectators who
vainly endeavored to obtain a view of the
face of the unfortunate woman, aud were
satisfied to listen to the horrible details of
what proves to have been an unconscious
crime.
Upon the conclnsion of the evidence, the
case was submitted to the jury without
argument. The jury did not leave their
seats, and in the course of a couple of
minutes, through their foreman, returned a
verdict of not guilty, and that she was
insane at the time of the commission of the
deed, and also at the present time.
Mrs. Marsh was then remanded to jail
by Judge Gilmer until he should decide
npon a suitable place for her confinement.
Lord Byron. —The London papers an
nounce the dsath of George Anson Byron,
eighth Baron Byron of Rochdale, county
Lancaster. He was born on the 30th of
Jane, 1818, and succeeded his father on the
Ist of March, 1838. The father, it will be
remembered, was the cousin and successor
of the celebrated poet. The deceased served
for a time in the British army, but retired
in 1843. He was married, but died child
less. The new Baron Byron is a lad of 15
years, the eldest son of the late Frederick
Byron, M. A., barrister at law, who was
the brother of the deceased peer, and who
died In 1861.
Jenkins undertook to quote poetry in
pralseof woman, but got his authors slightly
mixed, as follows :
“ O woman. In our hoard of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please ;
Hut seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.”
At Lexington, Indiana, laat week, Mrs,
Matilda Brown got a divorce oii Tuesday
evening, a marriage license on Wednesday
morning, and licfore dusk was off on her
bridal trip as Mr*. John J. Hude.
V»ll* of the old style hsvn bssn resuseb
lateil from long oblivion, mado of black
dotted or thread l«o<>, a yard long, a string
run through tho belli and tied around the
hat or bonnet, These are morn grucuful
and more becoming than the little scrap of
la rn used of laUi to flatten tho nose and
otherwise distort pretty faces,
VOL. 29. NO. 52
Tub Raisin Tradr. —The late low prices
for raisins, which are cheaper than they
have been since 1880, notwithstanding s
duty of $1 per box, has stimulated an active
demand; and this fruit, once used only as
a luxury, and Indulged in seldom by the
poorer class, now becomes, on account of
its cheapness, an article of daily consump
tion. We learn from the most reliable
sources—from Malaga—that the crop will
reach this year about 3,000,000 boxes, of
which it is said about one-half will be sent
to this country. Last year, on account of
the partial failure of the crop, we received
less than one million packages of all kinds,
and prices consequently ruled comparative
ly high.
The amount gone into consumption, as
nearly as we can ascertain since the new
crop this year has begun to come, has been
225,000 boxes. In the month of November
alone nearly 150,000 boxes were taken,
which is the largest amount ever used in
one month ; find from present indications,
this month will equal, if not exceed, even
that amount. In the year 1840, the Impor
tation of all kinds of raisins only reached
about 211,000 packages, while in 1868 they
were over 1,030,000 packages, or Increase
in twenty-eight years of about 500 percent.
Last year, on account of the deficiency iu
the Malaga crop alluded to above, the Im
portation only reached 857,417 packages.
And this great increase is not alone in
raisins, most of the other foreign fruits
showing nearly as large an increase, and
currants a very much larger, as in 1840
they reached only about 2,000 barrels,
against 40,000 barrels in 1869, and of figs,
40,000 packages, against 189,000 do. last
year. —New York Bulletin. '
Unfortunate Susan. —lt was reported
in the newspapers that Mtss Susan B. An
thony lost $15,000 of her own or somebody
else’s money by her Revolution newspaper
before transferring it to other management.
It seems that her ill luck still follows her,
as will be seen from the following, which
We take from the letter of the Richmond
correspondent of the Petersburg Index:
The Woman Suffrage Association of
Richmond, of which Mrs. A. W. Bodeker is
President, numbers about twenty members,
all of whom do not reside here, and none of
whom are, I believe, Virginian-born ladies.
They got Miss Susan Anthony to come
down here on a speculative venture, for
though in the hand bills .she was denomi
nated the “ great philanthropist,” her price
was SIOO per night. This is likewise Olive
Logan’s price, but Miss E. Cady Stanton
only charges $75. The association was
fortunate enough to select a disreputable
place for their first lecture, and Miss Susan
hardly made expenses. None of the mem
bers were willing to make up the deficit,
and she went away from Blchmond in a
bad temper. The association—that is, Mrs.
Bodeker, the ruling hand and master spirit
—does not despair. In fact, they have de
termined to get some other of the famous
lecturers to come down to enlighten ns,
provided the necessary stamps can be ob
tained. I think that Mr. Bodeker is very
proud of his wife’s talents, and he is not
altogether unfriendly to the movement.”
Mr. Gladstone and the Pope. —Mr.
Gladstone’s note announcing that the
English Government has taken care to
make all necessary provision for the pro
tection of the person and for the adequate
supportof his dignity, his personal freedom,
and the Independence of his spiritual func
tions, excites surprise and provokes criti
cism.
It is said the Government intend, by
making such a declaration at this moment,
to effect the double purpose of Influencing
the great Catholic meeting called to be held
in St. James’s Hall on Friday next, and of
conciliating popular feeling in Ireland,
where alarm had already been canned by
the rumor o! Impending difficulty with
America.
A howl will be set up by the London
press to-morrow over Mr. Gladstone's note
concerning the protection assured to the
Pope. The papers will declare the note to
be an utter reversal of the traditional poli
cy of England since the Reformation.
[Special to the World.
Manufacture of Silks in New York.
—An attempt is to be made to manufiacture
silks in New York or Its vicinity on a scale
never yet attempted. The war has par
alyzed the silk business in France, and even
were there to be a declaration of peace to
morrow, nothing would be done there for
some time. A French firm proposes to
bring some of its workmen to New York
and start a factory, where it will turn out
goods equal to those which are imported.
The cocoons and the eggs will be brought
from Japan, and experiments will be made
immediately to see if the worms can be fed
on the alianthus trees. A movement will
be made in Congress for a higher duty on
imported silks, so as to protect the man
ufacture of silk in America. 7
A New Device of Cruelty.— Mr. Bergh,
President of the New York Society tor the
Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, has dis
tinguished himself by the arrest of a num
ber of wealthy citizens, owners of stylish
equipages and turnouts, for ingenious
cruelty to horses by anew invention of tor
ture In the shape of a needle pad, fitted to
the bit, so as to make the animals prance
with pain. Mr. Bergh heard of this device
and Its general use among stablemen and
coachmen ambitions of making a show
with mettlesome horses, and so be posted
his men at all points frequented by stylish
equipages, and captured many equipages,
the owners of which in nearly every in
stance protested their ignorance of the cruel
practice, and many of them afterwards took
occasion to thank him toe the discovery.
Destitution in Germany.—A German
paper states that In the province of West
phalia, at the beginning of October, there
were 11,817 married women, the wlvee and
widows of soldiers, together with 2),718
children, obtaining relief from the public
funds. In Ifanover,M,634 women and 20,418
children were dependent upon the public
for aupport. In the Ithenlsh provinces
there were 14,013 married women and
30,010 fatherless children who were utterly
destitute. Thus, Iu only three Prussian
provinces there were, last October, 05,758
women ami 70,700 children In a condition
of misery and want, aud It Is bslDved that
destitution to the same extent prevails In
the other provinces of Prussia. The price
of provisions Is satraordloarlly high,