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®l)e tUcchljj (Constitutionalist BY STOCKTON & CO. OCR. TERMS, Tie following ere the rates of Subscription: Daily, one year $lO 04 WmtT, one year $3 00 [From the Courier-Jonrnal. 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,