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m JOURNAL AND- MESSENGER. CLISBY & JONES, Proprietors. THE FAMILY JOURNAL—NEWS—POLITICS- LITERATURE—AGRICULTURE—DOMESTIC NEWS, Exc.—PRICE $2.00 PER ANNUM. GEORGIA TELEGRAPH BUILDING TABLISIIED1826- MACON, FRIDAY, JULY 2, 1880. VOLUME NO—LV TIT FOB TAT. “Good-momin’, Miss Katie,” said young Mickie Fee; “Good-momin’, again; it’s yourself store I see. Lookin’ bloomin’ as iver.’ But Kate turned away As she said, “Mister Mickle, I wish you good-day. You’re a heartless desaver—now don’t spake a word! Pretty talcs about you and that Norab I’ve heard; You know you danced with her the day of the fair, And praised bor gray eyes and her very red hair. ... You called her an angel; quite in love with her fell; -ji- And at night, when you parted, you kissed licr m well <5** Then young Mickle gave a sly wink as he said, “I des&ved her, my darlin’—this way turn your head— Yes, faith, I desaved her; my darlin’, it’s true; For I shut both my eyes, Kate, and fancied ! twas you! Yes, that’s what I did; Katie, it’s true: I shut both my eyes, And fancied ’twas you 1” “Well, I’ve no time to stay, so good-bye, Mickie Fee, You may desave her, but you don’t de save me; I’m not to be blarneyed. Mick, a word in your ear: You had better be ofT.for my dad’s cornin’ here.” “O, your dad’s comiu’ is be? That’s not him I see, Now bobbin’ behind that owld blackthorn Foret’s’ Paddy Mahon?” “0,”said Kate, with a sneer, “You’ve got your eyes open at last, Mickie dear. And store you are right; ’tis my own dar lin’ Pat, So take my advice, Mick, and get out of that; For he’s cornin’ to coortme. Now, listen, my lad; When that boy kisses me, O, won’t you be glad! For when his lips meet mine, why, what will I do? But shut both my eyes, Mick, and fancy it’s you. That’s what I’ll do; Mickie, it’s true; Shut both my eyes And fancy it’s you!” TOSSED OBT THE BILLOWS FATE. OF BY SPUING LEAVES. Written for thispaper.] CHAPTER I. On the sixth of May 18—, the gallant, majestic “Sea Eagle” unfurled its broad sails to the morning breeze and glided slowly out of the New York harbor amidst the waving of handkerchiefs and shouts from tlio excited crowd. Gradu ally she Increased her speed and bounded over the water with such progress that all signs of to-raflnna were soon lost to view, and a few hours found her dancing upon the ocean waves like a child at play. The passengers on board the “Sea Eagle” were numerous, and the agreeable appearance and genial smiles of all seem ed to imbibe brightness and freshness from the delicious May morning. Each one seemed anxious to contribute to the others’ happiness. There were poets, artists and musicians—all ready to exer cise their talents for the pastime of their fellow-passengers, and cordiality reigned supreme. When the first day was drawing to a close, and the sun had sunk so low that it seemed in the net of diving beneath the waves, ail the crew assembled on deck to witness the immersion, and the golden splendor which illuminated the heavens at the disappearance of the king of day, all reflected in the dark, bine waters of the mighty surging sea. It was a scene glorious to contemplate, and one that must be seen to be justly appreciated. All stood and beheld the beauty spread out before them in silent ecstacy. “Oh, father,” exclaimed a fresh, young H“>Iay I know to whom I am indebted for this kindness?” asked the father as they neared the threshold. “Ernest Raban is my name, sir,” re plied the stranger, “and if I can be of any service to yon during the voyage, you will please call on me.” “I thank you with all my heart, Mr. Raban,” answered the old gentleman, “and shall call on you immediately to come in and sit with us a while, as I would like for us to become better ac quainted. My name, I believe I have not told you, is Howard Hargartb, and this is my dangtater, Eugenie,” he added as they entered the room. She very gracefully acknowledged the introduction, then went to the lounge and began arranging the pillows for her father, who still stood leaning on Raban’s arm. <q am sure you are an Englishman,” began Mr. Hargarth, addressing Raban, as he reclined on his pillows, and the oth ers were seated. “No other than a true, great hearted Englishman would trouble himself to be kind and considerate for an old invalid stranger.” “Oh! sir,” replied Raban promptly, “yon are :cally mistaken, most every one would be glad to assist the afflicted: yet, I am English, and, though the world con siders them stiff and arrogant, I, like you, think them quit-? a warm-hearted, gener ous people.” “They are, iftdeed,” answered the sim ple-hearted old man. “England is my native land, and I am returning, after a long sojourn in America, to — recover my health,” he said hesitatingly, Intimating liis doubt, at the same time glancing at the hopeful daughter to see that no sus picion was awakened in her heart. - A short time served to put the two gen tlemen on excellent terms and get them tolerably well acquainted. It was made known to Raban that his new friend left England quite young for America, where he had amassed a consid erable fortune and married a beautiful girl, who died when her little daughter was only two years old; that he had lived a very retired life since her death, devot ing all his affections to his daughter’s wel- “The pride of Italy, Throned on her thousand isles; She looks a sea-Cybele fresh from ocean Raising with her tiara of proud towers “The cloudless skie3, the thrilling le gends, the gay gondola gliding daintily through the watery streets, all contribute to her wondrous beauty, which is stamp-' ed indeliibiy on my memory. There are the peerless lakes, Maggiorc and Como, he continued, warmly eloquent, realizing the fact that his fair auditor listened with rapt sympathetic attention. “Mag- giore, with her Barromean islands; Como, with her fascinating scenery. IHuge moun tains rising from the water’s edge, having their sides terraced that vineyards may be planted, and cottages and sometimes pal aces may repose. Gliding slowly up the stream the beholder is so enchanted that ho wishes to move ever onward. ‘Can I forget—oh! never such a scene So full of witchery.’ “Switzerland boasts of its Alpine scenery, and Germany its Rhine—all oeautiful as the fa>rest dream of fancy.' “What a feast for a hungry soul like mine,” exclaimed Eugenie delightedly. Thus they sat conversing as freely as if years had given maturity to the young friendship. The hours passed only too swiftly until Raban arose to leave them The invalid, who had lain with closed eyes, silently listening, now raised him self and extended his hand, which Raban warmly grasped. “I am truly glad that I met you, Mr. Raban,” said the old man, “and I hope this is only the beginning of a glorious friendship* We will always be pleased to have you sit with us whenever it is con venient. To-morrow, comq again if no other engagement claims you. I wish to avail myself of your offer to assist me.” Raban, assuring him it would be a pleasure to come and comply with ar.y re quest, left the rocm, bis heart surging with its new emotion. CHAPTER II. When the darkness of night was spent and the early dawn was giving place to fare and happiness, until his health had j the light of day, Eugenie crept softly become so enfeebled; since which time he j from the room, ascended to the deck, and had been attended by her entirely, it be- ! stood watching the eastern horizon. The ing a Taney oi hers not to allow servants ■ few clouds that seemed stationed to her- tlie charge. I aid the approach of the sun ere they faded Mr. Haigarth was informed that Raban, ! i n i,^ presence, gradually changed their among other particulars of his past life, j dull leaden appearance to flaming red. had been a great lover of travel; that he j Though the dark eyes were pensively had visited almost every place of interest; contemplating the scene, the thoughts in the old world, and a desire for new seemed absent, and when a firm, quick scenes led him to cross the Atlantic. j step was heard approaching a guilty Eugenie Hargarth listened_ attentively to blush betrayed their whereabouts, the account Raban gave of himself, scarce- | «You are out quite early this morning,” ly realizing the fascination that took pos- said Raban as lie drew near. “Watching session of her. _ the sun rise?” he inquired, looking to- The world might not proclaim him j ward tnc cast and then into the eyes of handsome; perhaps it called Ins habitual the fair enchantress, which were raised to thoughtfulness coldness, and the Simi- his as if to assure him that he wa3 still ness and decision stamped on his features their slave. sternness; but those Who looked for'one j • pYes,” she replied, “aH nature seems moment into the calm, bine depths of his to rejoice at this period of the day; on the eyes might perceive a noble, manly soul : land the flowers and grasses are sparkling beaming from their fathomless depths, • with dew, and the trees look their green- and proving the falsity oi jsuch an accusa- j est, even here the ocean look more ‘deep- tion. There was an air of superiority : ]y } darkly blue.’ ” about him that instantly commanded j “it is very lovely,” responded her com- respect, and his manners had surely all panion, “yet thousands have never beheld the refinement, culture and “repose that it thus, save through the medium of stamps the caste ot Vere de Fere..” books.” Finally 'England’s political, business | “Even a description from a book inl and social progress was thoroughly ilis- presses one with grandeur,” said she. cussed, and her father was making inqai- . “Yon are then fond of reading,” in- ries of the healthful nssorts, and seeking quired Raban. advice as to which would be most suita- • “it is one of my chief delights.” ble for him, when Eugenie was again at- r “Have you a favorite author?” tentive. . I “I have several favorites,” she replied, Raban suggested several fashionable “but there is one whose opinions coincide resorts, but noticing a smile of disapproval so well with my own, whose characters from Eugenie, he suspended further in- are so natural, and whose descriptions are formation. so vivid that he has won my heart. His “Perhaps you have a choice, Miss Har- j nom de plume is Irvin Muller. I have garth,” he said. j never learned his real name; however, he “Yes,” sliefrankly responded, “Ihare a jg an Englishman.” choice, and I am sure it will he my fath- j “I, like you,” he said, “have several er’s also. You must really excuse my favorites, yet no special one receives my candor,” she proceeded, thinking an apol- adoration.” ogy dne his superior intelligence, “but I j Thus again they spent the time in do not think a place where nothing is con- sweet converee,*iintil Eugenie became sidered but fashion, frivolities and vani- ' conscious that ner father might have ties suitable for an invalid requiring rest awakened and needed ber attendance, so from all bustle. Doyon not think Brigh- reminding Raban of his promise to sep her ton*as beneficial, besides being more father during the day, she left him and quiet?” and those lustrous eyes were hurried to her father’s bedside, raised inquiringly to his. Perhaps they j On entering the room she perceived did not discover the pleasurable emotions that he had not arisen, and going softly to that stirred his heart as he replied: | his side, gazed anxiously upon his face, “I confess that Brighton is a far more ( which had assumed an almost deatli-like desirable place, being, as you say, very 1 pallor. His breathing was loud, and quiet, besides possessing all the benefits of seemed so difficult that she almost shriek- voice, breaking the silence, “is it not beau- any sea-side resort. .... | ed aloud in her sudden anguish. She — - 1 - - • ■ - ■ • And Brighton was finally decided on. _ laid her hand gently on his forehead, and “When your father’s health is re-estab- the closed eyes were opened, and the lished,” resumed Raban, “of course you dying man (those death-like symptoms will make London your home, as you do could not be mistaken) gazed upon his not think of returning to America.” j agonized daughter. “We will certainly visit London,” she | “Is it you, my dearest child ?” he ask- answered, “but I will never choose it for cd faintly, “sit close beside me, my dar- my home, and papa has left it to my pref- ling.” erence. I know it is natural,” she went j “Papa, dear,” she tried to say calmly, tiful? Just see those clouds that hover about the sunset; they look so like moun tains of gold with enormous rocks cling ing to their sides, and great precipices and gorges indenting them. It is far more beautiful than anything I ever dreamed,” she continued in rapturous tones, still gazing at the scene before her lest any phase of its beauty should escape unssen; yet, all unconscious of the many eyes that were now intently watching her, “And this,” she continued, after pause, “is only a foretaste of the delight we shall feel so often in the future; only tho first of many scenes that will delight my very soul. I am sure you will be well in a short time, and then, dearest papa,” she continued, drawing down her father’s head and playfully kissing Ills forehead, “our lives will be one continued and beauteous dream.” Just then looking ’round, she perceived the attention she had attracted, and the brightest of blushes o’eispread her fair face. • The most casual observer might have noted the pleasure and admiration de picted on each countenance a3 they be held this fair being; a creature of earth, and yet so lovely. Such beauty would defy the artist’s pencil, such enthusiasm inspire the most profound poet. The great dark eyes seemed gifted with the power to peer into the deepest recesses of your soul, and there read your thoughts; yet they were not cold and merciless eyes, the irresistible power they exerted was never stern and withering, but inspired one with trust and reverence for their in finite truth and pnrity. And just as way ward were they in betraying the emotions of the soul from which they spoke and to which they were a veritable index. Her features were all truly as perfect as those of “tbe statue that doth enchant the world.” Perhaps they might have liked to gaze for hours on a picture so soul-stirring and natural, yet delicacy and respect for the embarrassment she so plainly evinced for bade, and al! attention must be speedily withdrawn. However, one' was near her who stood as if rapt and spell-bound, un willing to divert bis gaze lest the won drous vision disappear or assume a more earthly shape. Long be stood there in dulging bis famished sou! at tbe fountains of bliss that gushed spontaneously from their pent up source. Perhaps be recog nized in this angelic creature the ideal image of his heart, or soft whisperings of fate, floating on the evening breeze, may have suggested to intuition some faint knowledge of the link that bound their ftiture lives. “Father,” he beard tbe daughUr anx- ously inquire, as darkness gathered ’round, “isn’t this air too chilly for ycu ? Perhaps we had better go below where yob can rest more comfortably. Lean on me, papa," she said, as the invalid arose to follow her suggestion. “Allow me to assist you,” said the stranger, stepping forward and offering his arm. “Thank you,” answered the invalid gratefully; and thus they proceeded to the cabin, tbe daughter following closely. on with e smile, “to expect a girl just re- lest any emotion might be injurious to leased from the duties of the school-room him, “yon are not so well as usual tills to be dazzled by the brilliance cf London ‘ morning; perhaps I had best call in the society, and yet it has no charms forme; ‘ pbysidian.” not that I consider my taste superior to j “No, no, my darling,” he replied, “phy- that of womankind in general, bat it is sicians can be of nq service to me now, my peculiarity to dislike a life where all t but listen: This Ernest Raban, whom we your pleasure must be regulated and gov- met last evening, has installed himself erned by certain rules and formalities. J immediately in my greatest respect and Several of my acquaintances have called confidence, lie impresses me as a superior me ‘fogy,’ and ridicul cd ray ‘sage philos- being, and a perfect gentleman; now tell ophy,’ as they termed my arguments, and me, child, if you entertain a contrary I suppose I merited it.” j opinion, or have any doubt of his integ- “No, no,” answered Raban, becoming ’ ...... . ... more deeply infatuated by the wisdom so 1 have no doubt of his goodness, fath- unusual in one so young. “I am sure .replied in tremulous tones, your friends were unjust. Your dislike . “Then imve him with us immediately.” for the frivolous society of the present The message was sent, and Raban ap- day is, according to my judgment, very peared a moment afterwards. 1 he scene just. It, at least, coincides with my own tbat “ et his gaze told too plainly the sentiments. London has he m my home meaning of that call, and elicited Ins heart- since my childhood, and yet society has felt compassion. never attracted me.” The ?nef-strickcn daughter was kneel- “You have been absent a great deal on jjS beside her dying parent, his hand your travels, of which you spoke to my clasped m hers, and her fair face buried father, have you not?” sheaskod. anxious , the ^ hij heartfa „ of sympathy. [TO BE CONTINUED.] that he should relate some of the scenes of his travels. l “For the last few years I have spent very little time there," he replied. “There , New York, Jane SO.—General Han- is rather too much of the dark side of hn- cock having expressed a desire to call in- inanity thrust on one in London life, and formally upon Governor Tilden, the Gen- very little that is elevating or ennobling, eral met Senator 'Wallace, of Pennsyl- Though there is so much splendor _ and vania, General Franklin, of Connecticut, magnificence revealed to the inquiring and Mr. Henry Walterson, of Kentucky, eye, it is all of man’s device; there is this morning at the Gilsey House, by ap- compnratively nothing that speaks of God pointment, whence the party repaired to or inspires one with love for Him. This the well knownmansion in Gramercy park deficiency might not occur to a casual ob- and were received and entertained by server, or to one who was less an adorer Governor Tilden with cordial hospitality, of nature than I am. It is this passion- General Hancock and Mr. Tilden had a ate love that keeps me constantly search- protracted and agreeable interview, and in ing new beauties, that I may worship the taking leave General Hancock accepted wondrous works of the Creator; they di- an invitation to pay an early visit to vert the thoughts from all worldliness and Greystone. The feeling between the two waft them heavenward.” . is reputed to be exceedingly cordial. No Engenie listened with increasing rever- one was present except the gentlemen ence for the greatness and goodness she named, and the interview was unceremo- found in this new friend, who was fast nious. making bimselt her ideal. Ordinary men ( — «,» , would certainly not take this version of j Psm4’« Extract. the glories that were revealed to their “A sovereign remedy for inflamed sore dull senses. ! eyes;” says T. RobeBapn, Ithaca, N. Y. “I have read a great deal of the beau- 1 Dr. A. E. Sumneraports one hundred tics of the old world,” she began, after a and thirty-tliree cases (out of 138) of pause, “and my pet desire, for some time, Egyptian Ophthalmia (sore eyes) in St. has been to behold them for myself, which Peter’s hospital, Brooklyn, N. Y., being I will do as soon as my father’s health cured by Pond's Extbact. “This Ex will permit. May I ask,” she added, tract was diluted one-half with water, and “where you found most that pleased and a cloth wet with it bound over the eyea.” interested you?” Tbe Doctor’s report in the Medical Union. “Italy, Switzerland and Germany are Pond’s Extract should be in .every all deservedly renowned for their various household, as it is invaluable for the little beauties. Legends and romance lend a accidents that are always liable to occur, charm to every object of interest. There .such as cuts, burns, bruises, etc., and it is is Venice, the ‘City of the Sea’,” he pro- of tbe greatest benefit for hemorrhages, ceeded, as if he delighted to dwell on neuralgic pains and inflammation, while those things that afforded him such un- for catarrh, piles, etc., it is the best known bounded pleasure. remedy. lw THE XAUXOLIA. Stainless white petals! Corolla of snow! Gold in the centre, All richness and glow, Bath for Titania, Of crystalline dew, Couch to lull Oberon Under the blue 1 Cradle for hnmming-bird! Butterfly's nest! Fountain of nectar For honey-bees’ quest! Goblet for Ganymede, Full of the wine Brewed by Aurora, With fingers divine! Chalice of spicery, Fit for a queen ! Crowning a column Cup to be heli Tbe hand of a bride, Pure as thy perfume, An emperor’s pride! Flower to be laid on The cross by a tomb! Type of the spirit Iu Paradise—bloom! Therefore I gather thee, Lovely and pure; Speak from this graveyard Of joys that endure. A Point of Honor. I was dining at a table d'hote in the only country of Europe where a decent dinner is still to be got at such places, when my attention was attracted by a tall, reserved man, in the uniform of a cavalry officer, who sat at tbe head of a side table. Beside me was a queen’s messenger, Capt. Bolton, who, of course, knew everything and everybody, from the gossip of the legations which lie visited in a profession al capacity; so I asked him who the-grave looking soldier might be. His reply was startler. “Tliaf is Field Marshal Eisenberg,” an swered the queen’s messenger, coolly, naming one of the first soldiers of our age. “He always dines here, and has done so ever since I have been in the line.” “Odd place to pick up a Field Marshal, at a dinner in a public house, isn’t it, at least in these piping times of peace?” “Ha!” exclaimed Capt. Bolton, who, like several of the distinguished corps to which lie belongs, is an agreeable Ratt le. “Ha, "thereby baugs a talc—don’t you know it?” I I had just returned—for I, too, am “in the line”—from Baratsria, whither I had been sent by a grateful country for not belonging to one of the governing families then in power, so I replied, somewhat to Bolton's astonishment, -‘I did not know it.” “Well, then,” remarked tho captain, gaily, “I will tell it you when I have done with this pheasant and melon salad, which is too good to spoil for an anec dote.” He cat for some time in silence, and with such an evident sense of enjoyment that I did not venture to question him further, though I noticed a certain preoc cupied air about him, as though he were trying to recall some half-forgotten inci dent, or were, perhaps, trying to put it into language which would do more credit to . his reputation as an expert narrator. By | and by, when the coffee came, he lit a cigar, which had been sent him by little Jinks our vice consul at the Havana, and as the first wreaths of perfumed smoko curled round about him, he thus delivered him self: “The marshal used to have a son.” As lie spoke the gaunt, upright figure of the famous military commander strode by. He turned his haggard face towards us as he did so, but there was no specula tion in his eyes, and tho life that was in him seemed to serve only to carry a heai t that was dead. Though every one at the hotel made way for him with a sort of awe-stricken respect, lie sainted nobody, but passed out into the street like some mournful specter, not terrible, but unut terably sad. Then we heard the ciank of iiis harness in the ante-room, and once his sword smote against bis spurs as he girded it on. Then he was gone. His appearance had served but to emphasize Captain Bolton’s statement, that “he used to have a son.” The queen’s messenger, who had been interrupted by the solemn apparition above, mentioned, threw back his head, perhaps to get a better view of his subject, took a long pull at his cigar, finished his coffee, began his liquor and then went on with his story. “Yes, as I was saying, Field Marshal Count Eisenberg had a son who was one of the finest young men in the army. He was iu a light cavalry regiment, and all the girls went mad about him. You nev er sew a fellow better built, or with more downright pluck and go in him. Hang it, sii, he deserved to be atwEnglisbman, and I used to tell him so when I passed through here, and could est a day’s shoot ing with him at Edelslieim—a grand place his governor had then. It is sold now. Never was a more cheery or better companion than Rudy Eisenberg. He could ride as well as Lord Cork, and shoot snap shots with any one you like to name. It wasn’t all glitter either about him. He had been out in a big war, and done all sorts of line things. His nerves were said to be wonderfully steady under fire, and he had ridden well to the front in one of the boldest hand-to-hand fights on record. Of course he did not rise in rank very quickly, for the marshal would not hear ofliis being promoted out of liis turn, and there was nothing of the cocktail about him, so he did not put himself in the way of special service to shirk liis reg imental duties; but everybody looked upon him, with good reason, as a man who was booked for every prize of life that does not go by favor. Not a chap in liis regiment, from the colonel to the pi per, had a word to say against him. “Unluckily,” mused Capt. Bolton, again throwing his head back, perhaps for phil osophy’s sake this time, “that was just it. People liked him too much, especially la dies. There was a whisper that an illus trious beauty, not far off from the reign ing dynasty, had fretted herself nearly crazy about him; and though even the court officials agreed that he had behaved very well in a mysterious business that it would not do to talk about, Rudy Eisen- berg went to parade with a face white as a ghost after a masked ball, where it was thought some scandal had taken place. I would advise you never to touch on this part of the story if you mean to make any stay here. One thing only oozed out, and this was that the love, if there was love, had been mutual; and I have heard that Rudy got a little wrong in the head after it was i.ll over. The doctors spoke of brain fever, and recommended change of ait; so the old marshal, who knew noth ing about money, gave his son about enough to keep him for a week, and sent him off to Homburg for the waters. TLe devil’s own play was going on at that picturesqne little hole in those days, and young Eisenberg naturally found himself tumble headlong into tbe set who lived where it was hottest. There was Bob Cheyke, of tbe Life Guard, and Aginconrt, who had just come into his title; with Ivry de Videsac, the crack Frenchman, who went such a tremendous smash two years later; and Crichton and Mauieverer, with Jack Nortiman, Birbautaki Pasha, old Lord Cbowser, and I do not know how many more of tbe same lot. I fancy Rudy ways, but he soon fell into them. As mischance would have it, too, he spoke little English, and that helped, I dare say, for he had got many of the stolid, honest ideas of liis countrymen about improving himself, and very likely thought at times that he might some day have to act his part, in a Battle of Dorking, so that it might be as well to prepare tor the emer gencies that would probably arise out of such a-situation, whether he was among tbe conquerors or the conquered. For a while Cheyk and the rest of them used to always find him in his den on the fifth floor of a cheap hotel, poring over books of tactics and working out military problems with cerks and pins, or one of those woaderfally accurate,' maps issued by his native war office. But they soon badgered him out of that aud at last he was forever with them when they were going fastest. He rode a steeple-chase on Agincourt’s horse and won it gallantly for hOn, bat he also held tbe bank against Ivry de Videsac and Lord Chowser for three nights running without going to bed, ana he won nothing, as you may ex pect, at that game. The Lord knows what happened next. It was never made quite clear. Some fellows will hare it that Nortiman and Bob Cheyke, who had won a whole pot of money from him, insisted on having it at once, and it is certain that a check bear ing the bield marshal’s signature, given in payment to Cheyke, was refused by the Bilkendorfs, his bankers. But, by the first express train afterwards, the old Count came to Homburg himself, stalked into Bob’s rooms at tbe best hot*], laid down the money on liis toilet table, and then stalked out again without a word I hardly like to tell on my own responsi bility what followed, but Lord Chowser says that he met the marshal upon the stairs leading to Rudy’s room, and that he couldn’t help hearing wliat passed between them through the half-open door of young Eisenberg's apartment. It was very brief. The old soldier sternly confronted his son. “ l Jche habe,’ then said he, ‘das sehmul zesgcld bezahlt. I have paid the foul gold for which you have dishonored us. Now do your part.’ And as he ceased speaking he placed on the table between them a pistol ho had brought with him. “Tho young man made no answer, but the next-moment there was a loud report, and the marshal came forth from the presence of his dead son with that white, aslien &ce you have just seen. He never smiled again. “All the set who were mixed up in the affair naturally tried to put the best face on it. Bob says he had a right to get his montjr, and so does Nortiman; but Chow ser, though he is a liardisli old boy, does not Mke to talk much on the subject, and I believe had to consult his doctor respect ing a ghost, or something of that sort, which lie fancied was following him about* Rnd wanted to catch hold of him whenever he was alone.” “Aty’ I said, yawning, “very odd, isn’t it ?” I did not know what else to say, and - 1 don’t know now, only I was glad that the story was over. Bolton and I then passed the rest of the evening in witnessing some capital card tricks, per formed by a regular professor of sleight- of-hand, who was then making a great noisd 1 on the Continent. As I looked at this dtnusing artist, also, I thought that if such ftinny things can be done with cards by men of experience, it may bo possibly as-wellTbr inexperienced youth to think twice, or even thrice, before sitting down to gnrae3 of skill where cards are con cerned.—London Truth. We clip the following beautiful tribute to Madison Lane from the Union and Recorder: “’Tis sad, ’tis sad to think upon The joyous scenes ot old, When every year that wearies on Is numbered by some friendship gone ; Some kindly voice grown cold.” Can it be that the deep, musical tones of that voice, so wont to join me in sing ing these lines, are forever hushed in death—chilled in the very utterance of kindly spoken words ? Alas! we are of the number so deeply bereaved by the horrible accident on the Columbus road. We leel that we arc not alone in this ag ony of grief, ihat Madison, the idol of so many hearts, was not the only hero who lost his life on that memorable night. Had he lived until the 4th of August, he would have been twenty-six years old. Since early boyhood, his home has been in Baldwin county, near Milledgeville. In 1873, lie found the meek and lowly Jesus precious to his soul and united with the Methodist church. Since then he has not been idle in his Master’s vineyard, but, notwithstanding his youth, has officiated botli as Sabbath-school superintendent and steward of the church. List the uni versal tribute paid to his memory by the good peopie of Pleasant Grove church: “None knew him but to love him.” I have known him for years, perhaps more intimately than any friend of my life. To me his life is spotless. He was a devoted, tender brother, al ways filling liis home with sun-light. Truly loyal in his attachments, the fair one at whose shrine he laid his heart cer tainly has tbe most priceless boon granted to woman. His unselfish nature ne’er knew too great a sacrifice to make for a friend. Indeed, the last act of his life is a beautiful one. As baggage-master he should have been in the rear of the train, but lie went on the engine to relieve some tired hand. How sublime thus to die! Though the angry billows kissed his warm check the last time, yet he rests in a grave of bowers—a fit offering for one who lived insuch companionship with nature’s beau ties. A friend who stood by his grave re marked, “When I die I hope my friends will bury me in flowers, as they have Madison.” Ilis life passed like a beauti ful dream, aud we doubt not lie awoke to a joyous reality in tho Glory-world. May every heart left desolate by that sad calamity, “pass under the rod” of God’s providence. “Who He loveth He chasten elli.” Let us lean with childlike trust on His precious promise. “When thy secret hopes have perished In the grave of years gone l>y, Let this promise still be cherished, I will guide thee with mine eye.” . One who knew him. MAKSUEBITE. I pluck the petals one by one— They fall upon tbe daisied plot; I sing for every petal gone, He loves me, or ho loves me not. I pluck them anxious one by one, Are all the sweet old vows forgot? Is all my heart’s long strength undone? He loves me, or he loves me not. But as my task is well nigh done, A voice rings through the quiet spot, Betwixt the shadow aud the sun, “Why fear that I should love you not?” OUR NEIGHBOSS, And How Tliev Are Educating tbe Young. Special Cor. Telegraph and Messenger.] EMORY COLLEGE. Oxford, June 20,1SS0. Editors Telegraph and Messenger:— I left Macon on yesterday for Oxford, to attend commencement of this flourishing college. It lias on its roll 171 students, and is enjoying a fine degree of prosperi ty. The exercises began last night by tho declamation and reading of what is known as the Sub-Freshman class, which is under the control of Lundy H. Harris,Esq., well known in Macon as formerly office- editor ofthe Wesleyan Christian Advocate. The following was the programme: Edgar P. Alien, Shanghai, China—“The Battle.” Franklin L. Bryan, Conyers, Georgia— ‘The Baron’s Last Banquet.” Joseph 'A. Griffin, Oxford, Georgia— “Robert Emmett’s Defense.” Thomas Hopkins, Oxford, Georgia— “Rienzi’s Address to the Romans.”' Richard L. King, Fairbum, Georgia— “Irish Aliens and English Victories.” Lewis D. Pace, Covington, Georgia— “Demosthenes Denounced.” John F. Pierce, Covington, Georgia— “Parrbasitis.” Alex. J. Smith, Greensboro, Georgia— “Resistance to British Aggression.” William T. C. Stone, Oxford, Geoigia —“Mark Antony’s Oration.” Charles C. Temple, Temple Mills, Flor ida—“The September Gale.” James B. Towns, Sumterville, Florida —“A Plea for the Union.” Then followed the presentation of med als by Dr. Haygood. The medal for best speaking to A. J. Smith, of Greensboro— that for best reading to Edgar P. Allen, Shanghai, China. To-day the board of trustees met at 10 m., and proceeded to attend to the du ties pertaming to an annual meeting, a full board not being present. Among the absent members were Judge James Jack- son and Gov. Colquitt. Quite a novel meeting is also being held here to-day. The Woman’s Missionary Society of the north Geoigia conference hss an annual session here—Mrs. Walter T. Colquitt, president, in the chair. As no body of the “male persuasion” is allowed admission, I can give you no details. There are quite a large number of dele gates from different parts of the State. Of course I infer that the meeting was har monious. There is a great deal of talk ab out poli tics, both State and national. Everybody seems to be pleased with the nomination of Hancock and English. The unanimity of the people is certainly indicative of success. Surely every honest voter will prefer these unblemished candidates to those who are charged with high crimes and misdemeanors. ’ - Governor Colquitt lias many friends who will stand by him—enough to give him, it is hoped, the nomination for governor. His enemies are saying that if he is de: feated in the nominating convention, he will announce himself as an independent candidate. This cannot be so. I have too much confidence in his loyalty to his State to believe he will, under any cir cumstances, lend himself to the enemy, who seek by any means to disrupt the Democratic party. He is too wise not to know that this course would turn against him many of his best and warmest sup porters. • I will keep you advised of the exercises ofthe commencement. B. Ga.- I F. A. Chamberlain, Atlanta, G».— “Surrey’s Dream.” J. F. Colville, Cedar Town, “The Curse of Regulus.” E. P. Davis,Palmetto, Ga.—“The Stars and Stripes.” T.R. Fosterling, Paris, Texas—“Crime its own Detecter.” G. T. E. Hardeman, Oxford, Ga.— “Ammons vs. Arnold.” Thomas Lang, Valdosta, Ga.—“Mis sissippi Contested Election.” S. E. Peterson, Herndon, Ga.—“The Standard of the Constitution’.’ J. L. Pierce, Covington, Ga.—“Results ofthe Late War.” S. J. Bawson, Atlanta, Ga.—“The Great Viiginlan.” This was the finest class of sophomore speakers I ever listened to. They were all good, and the committee had great dif ficulty in deciding who were entitled to the medals. At 4 o’clock p. m. there was a champion debate between the Few and Phi Gamma societies, Bishop Geoige F. Pierce presid ing. The question was: “Resolved, That a limited monarchy is a better form of government than a repub lic.” The Phi Gamma speakers, who took the affirmative side ofthe question, were, J. G. Lee, Ga.; J. R. Smith, Ga.; E. T. Williams, Ga. Their opponents, of tbe Few Society, werdE: D. Howren, Fla.; J. S. Candler, Ga.; L. B. Evans, Ga. ' At 8:30 there was an address .by Eon. Joseph B. Cumming, of Augusta, Georgia, on the occasion of the presentation of medals. The speech was very appro priate. The subject announced was rath er novel: “Murder.” The speech was leveled at those who “murder the King’s English.” At the close of the address he delivered the medals as follows: The Boynton medal, for tho best essay by a member of the Senior or Junior classes, to W. T. Turnbull, of Monticello, Florida. The Allen medal, for the best essay by a young preacher, to Rev. K. H. McLain, of Terrell county. Bigham medal, to best essayist in the Freshman class, to Ed C. Merry, of Ber- zelia, Georgia. Bigham medal, to best essayist in the Sophomore class, to James L. Pierce, Jr., of Covington.' Thus closed the interesting exercises of “Sophomore day.” The weather up here b delightfully cool and pleasant. The crops are good, and prospects for plenty very fine. B. been their work and so comprehensive their course. H 1 *** ay pleasure yesterday to hear the Senior daw examined in “Christian ethics,” and a better examination I have never heard from any source. To-night the preparatory classes will have their exhibition, and the programme shows that we may expect an enjoyable occasion. YoUrs truly, Ac., Bob Swift, Jr. Editors Telegraph and Messenger:—. The patrons of Lake Bailey village school, which is located on tbe Forsyth road, four miles from Macon, met at tbe new church building, near the school boose yesterday, to witness tbe closing exercises of the school. There were also present persons from other neighborhoods, making in all a gathering of seventy-five or eighty, be sides tbe school children. The exer cises, consisting of recitations, speeches and songs, occupied, the principal part of the forenoon, and were fol lowed by remarks from Superintendent Zettler, on the mutual duties of teachers and parents. Then came tbe dinner under the trees. This was of course alike inter esting to children ana grown people. The writer fared sumptuously, as indeed did everybody, for there was an abundance of good things, and to spare. Especially did he enjoy an excellent cup of coffee, from a thoughtful lady friend. After dinner the audience reassembled and listened to seme excellent singing by the young people,, assisted by Mr.E. C. Pearce, principal of Planters’ Academy in Rutland district. Mr. Pearce also enter tained the audience in a very clever speech interspersed with amusing anec dotes. Next came the watermelons, hut in the language of a little six-year-old, we were “ too full to do much with them.” Altogether the exercises were creditable to teacher, pupils and patrons, and consti tuted a pleasant close to the spring term.! Mr. J. W. T. Howard is the principal of the school, and is to be congratulated upon the good work of his pupils. M. A More Cheerful Outlook in Ire land.—An intelligent correspondent of the Dublin Freeman's Journal prophesies the garnering of abundant harvests in Ireland this year from July to November, and if the prophecy shall be justified by tbe event there should be no need of Irish relief funds next year, and no such demands as Mr. Parnell has just made— that a gift of $1,000,000 be taken from the Irish church fund for the relief of the suffering. The late heavy rains, follow ing the long drought, have caused potatoes to grow with great rapidity, the cereals which have appeared above ground are of a rich and heavy green toe, the artificial grasses are making satisfactory pi ogress Oxford, Ga., June 28,1880. Yesterday was a great day in Oxtoid. Commencement Sunday and a very large crowd of people. Dr. A. G. Haygood, iresident of tbe college, pronounced the laccalaureate sermon. -His text was Ephesians hi—14 to 19. It was a fine discourse, and cannot fail to produce good effects. At 4 o’clock was held the anniversary ofthe Woman’s Foreign Missionary Soci ety of the North Georgia conference, Bishop Pierce presiding, (at request of Mrs. Colquitt, president.) The presi- ident’s annual report was then read by Hugh M. Colquitt, Esq., son of the presi dent. After this report, Rev. W. A. Can dler and Dr. J. B. McFerrin, of Nash ville, Tenn., made short and appropri ate addresses. Then followed tho most interesting of all the services of the occa sion. Four young men, graduates of the college, who have been appointed to for eign mission fields, addressed the au dience. They gave their various expe rience in regard to the divine call to the i neat work. Tho first was Rev. Robert W. Macdonell, son of Rev. George G. N. Macdonell, of your city. He is assigned to work in Mexico. Then Rev. K. H. McLain, of Terrell county, Rev. George Loehr, of Elbert county, and Rev. J. H. Park, of Walker county, who have - been assigned to work in China. These are all noble, promising young men, and exhibit a rare degree of self-sacrifice in giving up all the comforts of civilized life, and home and friends, to preach the gospel to the heathen. They go with the prayers and best wishes of many Christian hearts in their native land, aud I doubt not will accomplish a great work in their various fields of labor. At the close of these ad dresses, Bishop Pierce took up a collection for the benefit ofthe Woman’s Foreign Missionary Society. Dr. McFerin said of this wonderful meeting that he had been engaged in mis sionary work for forty years, but that which he had semi this day had infused him with new zeal, and was a bright omen for good and a wonderful exhibition of God’s intention to convert tbe world. Your fellow townsman, Major A. O. Bacon, is here, and will deliver the annual address before the societies on Wednesday. The major is immensely popular in this part ofthe State, and I believe, if it were left to the crowd here, lie would be elected by a rousing majority to the United States Senate. He ought to be elected.-I am sorry that Judge Auderson, also, of your city, has allowed his name to be used in connection with this same office. They both cannot get it, and it is sure that Maj. Bacon has much the larger following, and, at most, Judge Andersou will only defeat Major Bacon, and not secure the place himself. Let him come down and wait for another time. B. • 1 • Monday, June 28. Editors Telegraph and Messenger:— w _ This is what tbe boys call Sophomore and the pastures are looking beautiful; in- j day.' Early in the morning the people deed “the whole face of the country began to come, and by the time appointed smiles upon the husbandman.” Should the large and commodious • hapel church tbe weather be normally warm next was pretty well filled, not crammed ae it month a heavy cereal produce may be; will he to-morrow and the next day. The , _ looked for in most districts. What is "band music begins, and is discoursed by hers of the organisation dab certificates, most needed in Ireland now, according to the post band of Atlanta. The following ■ Six members responded to ber call and this correspondent, is the development of l is the programme: | stepped forward to receive their scroll, dairy industries and a greater amount of j programme. | This daw of young ladies, I am informed. Eisenberg did not know what to make of I land given over to the cultivation of call- { H. C. Camay, Tampa, Florida-^“South- _ will vie with the graduates of any female them at first. Their ways were not his 1 nary vegetables. em Chivalry.” .. Oxford, June 30, I860 - . Editors Telegraph and Messenger r— To-day the crowd begins to accumulate, At 9:30 tbe chapel was well filled to at tend tlie Junior exercises. To say they were interesting would but feebly express the satisfaction of the large audience. The young men all acquitted themselves with great credit to themselves as well as to the college. Among the twelve speak ers, seven were from South Georgia—one from your own city. Tho following is a copy of the programme: B. P. Allen, Oxford, Ga.—“William the- Silent.’' B. H. Biggers, Columbus, Ga.—“Indi viduality.” E. W. Burke, Macon, Ga.—“Puritan ism.” M. Callaway, Jr., Oxford, Ga.—“The Shakspeare-Bacou Controversy.” If. S. Hyer, Oxford, Ga.—“Norman and Saxon.” L. C. Johnson, Twiggs Co., Ga.—“The nf T?Dnn1tliDAn Tnetihitinna ** Spirit of Republican Institutions. P. H. Lovett, Waynesboro, Ga.—“Herb Worebip.” / O. G. MingledorfiJ Springfield, Ga.-— “Vaticanism and English Civil Allegi- anco.” J. D. Turner, Hartwell, Ga.—“Age of Chivalry.” J. B. Wight, Cairo, Ga,—“Mental Cul ture.” O. J. Wimberly, Lumpkin, Ga.—“Rus sian Nihilism.” W. P. Woolley, Atlanta, Ga.—“Benja min Disraeli. Earl of Beaconsfield.” At the close ofthe Junior speeches Capt. Robert Falligant delivered the prizes to the two Sophomore speakers of Monday, to whom they had besn awarded by the committee. The first was given to H. C. Carney, of Tampa, Florida, the secoud to F. A. Chamberlin, of Atlanta. The medal for the best Junior weaker was awarded to R. S. Hyer, of Oxford, Ga- Tbe ad dress of Capt. Falligant was the best I ever heard on a similar occasion. It was replete with good sense, fine logic, wit ty and appropriate illustrations ; although he spoke about thirty minutes everybody was so delighted they were sorry when he- quit. I never have semi an audience more delighted. At 4 o’clock p. m., Rev. W. H. LaPrade, of Augusta, delivered an address to the alumni of tbe institution. It was a short, sensible speech, setting forth some of the errors of the common school system, and Literary Workmanship. Cobbett’s advice, “to know first what yon want to say, ai>4 then say it in the first words that occur to you,” is sound; and Miss Martineau, in her copious autobi ography, tells us that early in her career she gave up the practice of copying anything she wrote. “For,” she goes on to say, “I perceive that great mischief arises from the notion that botching in. the sec ond place will compensate for careless ness in the first-” “It seemed to me that distinctness and precision must be lost if alterations.were made in a different state of mind from that which suggested the first utterance.” “1 have always made sure of what I meant to-say, and then have written it down without care and anxiety, glancing at it again, only to see if any words were omitted or repeated, and not altering a single phrase.” “Ouida,” it would appear, is of the same opinion. Site writes with great ra pidity just when tbe fit takes her, not evea looking at her copy till It comes to her in proof, and even then makes few correc tions. Bret Harte, like her, writes only when he feck in the mood, but witii most pains^king care, sometimes inditing very quickly, sometimes slowly, aud often, at- ter all, remorselessly destroying wliat he has written, Wilkie Collins produces slowly and revises constantly, inventing bjs plots as rapidly. He 1(1] 1 go over a passage again and again, bestowing equal care on the sound and meaning, and re duces his incidents mercilessly. Yietor Hugo is never interrupted when writing, and will sit completely absorbed for hours, keeping steadily on, while he is in the'bnmor. Miss Br.uldon writes only for a few hours daily, but devotes her life to acquiring the technical knowledge nec essary for so voluminous a-writer, and her subject is clearly thought out before pen is put to paper. She writes with her blot ting-pad^ on her knee,, comfortably en sconced in the chair she loves, her eopy very cfnr and free from con ections, and. has ahrays’W good store of skeleton plots on. hand. Miss Edgeworth’s plan was to write a rough sketch, which, she placed before her father, and then wrote and re-wrote it until both were satisfied. Mrs. Opie wrote slowly, but with great mental effort, and invariably read her compositions to friends before committing them to print. Charlotte Bronte’s manuscripts were first written in a small book and then carefully copied, according to the poet Rogers’ plau, who- advised to write- little and seldom, re-reading it from time-to time and re copying often. French writers, as a rule, devote each morning to their labors and- take a holi day the rest of the day, sometimes resum ing tlieir work in the evening, and many of our English writers have a strong pred ilection for the midnight oil. Jbwett re- suggesting such modifications as would | commends daily labors of- short duration; make it efficient in the true education of • and attention to diet and rules of health thepeople. . . | have, there is little doubt, To-morrow will be commencement day, j power over the inspiration of the penu and a large crowd will be in attendance. Jules Simon, CMlisie-, Gladstone, Ruskin A full report of the day will follow this short letter. B. EATONTON FEMALE COLLEGE. Eatonton, June 29,1SS9. It seems that in writing, yesterday, made a mistake about the' nature of the exercises for last night. In stead of a class recitation, it was the exer cises of “Our Club.” However, judging from tbe numbers, tbe people knew what to expect and how to appreciate the beau tiful programme which the young ladies had prepared for their benefit. A large and expectant audience filled the academy hall al an early hour, so that those who came late were unable to secure seats; and were compelled to stand through tho entire exercises. The dub was called to order by its su perintendent, Miss Josephine I. Light- foot, of Macon, Ga., and the roll calico by its beautiful secretary, Miss Naddic Bar ron, of Jones county. The order of busi ness for the evening was reading and reci tations from the members of the organi zation. It would be improper for me to particularize, since all acquitted them selves so well. Indeed remarkable tal ent was shown by some of the fair read ers; talent which, if properly cultivated, will challenge that of our best profession als. Among the difficult selections were “Kentucky Relle,” “The World for Sale,” and “Deacon Monroe’s Story,” all of which were so well rendered that the au- and hosts of others, are- early risers, and show by practice their belief that the morning hoars, in- which they, are freshest aud strongest, both in mind and body, should be devoted to work. But the conditions- under which- writers can produce their work most largely depend on constitution and personal feeling. While Vietor Hugo couid. not be dis turbed, Paul-deCassagnac-will send forth sheet after sheet in the midst of chattering of friends, with the same power of mental concentration as Sir Waiter Scott, who appears to have written some of the most vivid scenes in hk novels, not only- in the midst of overburdening anxieties, but amid distracting interruptions. While Gambetta writes with only a sheet of paper before- him, no fitter of pamphleU, and no apparent work of ref erence, Thiers used to sit surrounded by books; and Dtunas keeps about him on a writing table, with many pigeon-holes, a store of all kind of tempting paper—deem ing nothing so appetizing as fine paper. Sardou sits at a large fiat table, as does Carlyle, with a reading easel near at hand; and Wilkie Collins uses the same massive table whence Dickens sent so many of hk works into the world. Lite rary women of the Jeliaby class are rare, and literary men no longer think that per sonal eccentricity must distinguish them from the rest ofthe world. The most suc cessful and ties busiest writers are of ordi nary habits, for to succeed in a prolonged dieuce was not onlv pleased but surprised of literary labor require not only at the exhibition of so much genius. Mr. constant hard work, but method. Com Branham gives elocution much care and attention, and liis scholars certainly bear the impress of his tutelage. After these exercises were over, Mr. Charles Lane, principal of the Male Acad emy, was introduced in a lecture upon the “Boyhood of Napoleon Bonaparte.” Mr. Lane handled his subject well,'and, in his usual pleasing and elegant style, wrought hk theme in such delightful shapes, so full of deep thought and erudition, that he held his audience spell-bound with pleasure, which manifested itself at the close in loud Cheers and applause. The programme was concluded by Miss Lightfoot, who, as presiding officer of “Our Club,” in a abort bat elegant ad dress, delivered to the graduating mem- monrlace books filled with extracts, an notated works carefully perused, codified and indexed for reference; current history understood and studied—these are only part of their stock-in-trade. Nothing is of more value to a literary man than a good memory. Sir George A trey and Carlyle are among the few who possess the enviable power of making what they read their own. The pen of a ready writer k the next best gift, and won derful feats aro recorded of rapid author ship. Harrison Ainsworth is said to have written off the fourth book of “Rook- wood” at a sitting, beginning in tbe morning and writing on and set, carried away by the subject. —Now that a view of the Brooklyn bridge from Printing House square k an aeoomplkbed feet, the Herald says some idea can be gained of the immense amount of labor and material already ex- oollega in the South, so thorough hw pended cn the structure.