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Atlanta, Ga., April B.—lt was a beautiful
spring morning in the early ’6o’s, a year or
so before the outbreak of the war between
the states, when the loungers in the pretty
Georgian village of Eatonton whispered to
each other tha; “Joe” was going to leave
the town—going away to learn a
trade.
While they were talking the matter over,
and settling Joo’s future for him, after the
fa>{hion of good-natured village gossips,
the object of all tit’s commotion was seen
walking slowly down the street. Joel
Chandler Harris—for that was bis name —
•was a twelve-year-old youngster with a
face somewhat given to freckles, under a
cloud of chestnut hair —a very intelligent
face, however, with a pair of bright and
honest-looking blue eyes to give it character
and expression.
Very serious looked the boy, this fine
morning as he returned the pleasant greet
ings of his fellow-townsmen; and they
caught something of his mood as they shook
hands with him and asked in a friendly way
about his new venture, it was easy to see
that Joe was a general favorite, and every
body showed an unwillingness to part with
him.
For an Eatonton boy, little Joo'. Chan
dler. as they called him when they did not
abbreviate his name, had chosen an un
usual career, fie had made up his mind io
learn the printer’s trade, and he w.i; going
to learn it in the office of The Countryman—-
the only genuine country weekly ever pub
lished anywhere, for it was printed on Col
onel Turner’s largo plantation, sever il, miles
from any settlement. This < olonel Turner
was a wealthy planter, a bookish man, with
a big library in his big house, with hun
dreds of slaves to do his bidding; and al
though his paper was in such an out-of-the
way place, he made it so vigorous and inter
esting that it had quite a large subscrip
tion list. He had made it known in Eaton
ton that he wanted a bright, capable lad
to learn the business, and young Harris,
attracted by what he had heard about the
colonel ami his books, rode out to see him,
and the two at once came to terms.
And this was how it came about that
on a certain April morning this serious
fu4ttsl lad was bidding his old friends fare
well. But the negro driver on the wagon
from Colonel Turner’s plantation began to
look inquiringly at the youth, and rhe lat
ter finally took his seat and the heavy
vehicle rumbled along over the red eUy
hills Itound for The Countryman s oince,
and bearing a future journalist who. during
bis half day’s jolting over a rough r-.id,
looked so unhappy that the driver excited
himself •<» whi!i away the lime by tc.p'*c
some very marvelous yearns, and with ruch
success that when the plantation was
reached, the young traveler was in i more
cheerful humor.
The bov found everything very pleasant
In bis new home. His work in the print
ing office was not too hard, and his employ
er turned him loose, in the library with a
few judicious hints to guide him in his
course of reading. Strange taste he had
for one so young—going straight to the
han writers first, sJtin«9 up iiij' .t
after night with quaint old Sir Thomas
Browne. Lord Bacon and Shakespeare,
and leaving the authors of his own day to
he read years afterwards. He had no
regular course hr followed the bent of lis
inclination, and the wonder, is that he se
lected so many of the best books. I»ut a
lad starting •■'it with "The Vicar of Wake
field" is not likely to waste time on trash.
Utile Joe found his college tn this line li
brary and in the office of The Country
man’. Rapidly and in a pleasant way he
acquired a fair acquaintance with belles
letters. 'Then came tiie impulse to write.
With the utmost dilfidem " he sent in a few
unonvmous articles. Editor Turner pub
lished them am! spoke so favorably of
them that his assistant boldly threw oil
all concealment an I henceforth was a
frequent contributor to the columns of the
1 Naturallv he did not spend all of his time
in th,, oilil-e. Tito life of tin* plantation and
the temptation of the fields ami forests
SiiTtrded him 11 the recreation he cotill
desire, and In- mEsed few fox limits to say
- (1 f the sp irts in which Br> ;• f ossum
and Brer Coon were central figures.
This pleasa ■; lite had to come to att end.
Time ha'! glided on so quit tly that the
progress of the war attraeted little atten
tion until th ■ editor of The Countryman
suddenly realized the fact that Atlanta was
i sh i Sherman was marching to
the sea. The plantation was directly in
the euemv's line of march. Colon I i urner
followed 'the example of his neighbors and
refugeed with such valuables as he couid
enrrv. leaving Harris, then a stripling of
sixteen to take care of the mansion. It
was the young printer’s first glimpse ot
war. Day after day he saw the invading
}iost6 swarming along the roads. I’iiey
cow red the hills and swept the plantation,
’helping themselves to everything they
wanted, but they w- re in no ugly temper,
and the occupant of the mansion found it
easy enough to get along with them. They
did not want books and type, but they did
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want live stock and something to eat. 1 larrs r
bad secreted his pony in a swamp ami at- i
tor the last squad of soldiers bad disr.p- ,
peared he recovered his, favorite and felt i
tolerably well satisfied. After the march |
to the sea the eon fed. racy collapsed in the ;
course of a few months and middle Gitorgia I
was so thoroughly wrecked that Harris went ‘
to New Orleans, where he obtained a po- |
fiitlon on 'Hie Crescent Monthly- In a few .
months he returned to Georgia and in a |
short time was engaged as an editorial
writer on The Savannah News, at that time
edited by Colonel AV. T. Thompson, the
author of the Major Jones series of books.
Here he did brilliant, work and here ite
marriqd Miss Essie la Rose, of Canada,
who has ever since been his inspiration as
well as the queen of his home. It. will al
ways be said that the real career of Mr.
Harris began when the yellow fever caused
him to move to Atlanta in 1876 and ac
cept an editorial position on The Atlanta
Constitution, and the results of the past
few years undoubtedly sustain this view.
He had been connected with The Consti-
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JOEL CHANULER HARRIS IN tils EDITORIAL OFFICE.
A Sketch from Life. yj
t.ution n venr or two yvhen the “Uncle Re
mus” stories suddenly gave him a world
wide fame. Only a few days ago the writer
of this sketch asked him how those stories
originated and how he came to write them.
"I thought that I would write something
for our Sunday paper," he replied, "and so
1 wrote a negro tolk-iore story, bringing in
Uncle Remus and the little boy- 1 had no
idea of running a series, but after the thing
was printed so many persons called to nee
me and wrote asking why i did not give the
continuation that I yielded and li '.d another
installment the following Sunday. Then 1
had. more visitors and more requests and I
furnished a story for Sunday lor siune time.
“But. t!:e origin of these stories?"
“All, that is a hard question to answer.
When 1 was a boy 1 heard scores of them
from the plantaii'in negroes, and I have
since collected others from persons "dto
have made a stud;, of the negro from A ir
ginia to Toxas. AA hen I published my first
‘Uncle Remus’ bock 1 discussed African
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Sen of Joel Chandler Harris.
folklore in a general way. and that preface
has given no end of trouble.”
“In what way?”
“Well, to be frank, I didn’t know much
about folklore, and 1 did not think that
anybody else did. Imagine my surprise
when fbegan to receive letters from learn
ed philologists and folklore students from
England to India, asking all sorts of
questions, and calling upon me to explain
how certain stories told in the rice fields
of India and on the cotton plantations
of Georgia wore identical or similar, or at
least akin. Then they' wanted to know
why this folklore had been handl'd down
for centuries and perhaps for thousands
of years. They wanted to know 1 , too,
why the negro makes Brer Babbit so cun
ning and masterful. These letters came
from royal institutes and literary
societies, from scholars and from trav
elers. What answer could 1 make to them?
None—none whatever. All that I know
all that we southerners know about, it is
that every old plantation mammy in flie
ATLANTA, GA„ TUESDAY, APR!IB93.
south is full of these stories. One thing
is certain —the negroes did not get them
from the wlutes —probably they are of re
mote African origin.”
“Who was Uncle Remus, Mr. Harris?”
“Oh, nobody in particular—a composite
plantation darky, just as the little boy in
the book is an imaginary average boy. ’
“’rhe' ‘Uncle Remus’ book was an acci
dent, then?’’
“Yes, that is the way to put it. When I
saw that every story was reproduced in The
New York Evening Post the idea of a book
first occurred to me. The success of the
American edition surprised me, but the
popularity of the book in England fairly
astounded me.”
“How do you find time for literarv work
—what are your methoas—how much do
you write in a day?”
Mr- Harris smiled as he pointed to his
editorial desk.
“My days are spent here," he answettd,
“writing whatever the routine needs of a
daily neivspaper require. AV hen 1 go home
at night I write perhaps five hundred words
or so. That is very little, but if a man will
turn mil five hundred words a night it
amounts to a good deal in a year. As to
| methods. 1 have - r ->ntcrt.a ffinK-. ■« .
• where 1 can see or at least ,
i and the children; I have quite a family,
you know, four boys and two girls. Well.
1 like to look u;> from my work and join in
the talk auj. resume my pencil. 1 always
■write with ip pencil—a pen hampers me.”
“Do you read much?”
“I read a few books and read them often.
If 1 had to make out a list of my favorite
■ books it would embrace the Bible. Shakes
peare. the Vicar of Wakefield. Dorna
■ Doom?, the Three Guardsmen series. Mou
i to Cristo. Charles Lamb. Stevenson’s sto
i ries of adventure, the Portrait of a Lady.
ami some others too light and frivolous to
' mention.”
Aly readers have doubtless heard that
Mr. Harris is a modest man. This only
I faintly expresses it. He is painfully mod
est, retiring, shy to the last extreme. It is
; constitutional with him, and nothing will
I ever change it. Distinguished men and
women from till over the world call on him
when they are passing through Atlanta,
but he is determined not to be lionized at
home or abroad. When he has been in
New York ami Boston, literary and press
clubs have made an effort to capture him
at receptions and dinners, but tl«? result
has been his precipitate flight southward,
and when hard pressed he has crossed over
into Canada. Um for this exsessive modesty
he might rapidly make a fortune giving
readings. Mark Twain tried to form a
combination with him, and managers have
offered him long engagements at s."»(*(> a
night, but they might safely offer ss,<*oo;
it would be refused just as the other offers
have been refused.
lie can afford to follow his bent in this
regard. Fortune has been kind to him.
His eight books command a steady sale in
this country and in England, lie is The
Constitution’s leading editorial writer at
a line salary. His handsome Queen Anu
residence in the beautiful suburb of West
End is worth a competency in itself. The
wonder is that a man so happily situated
should work so hard, lie rarely ever takes
a vacation, and when he leaves his office it
is to go home by the shortest route. The
spaiioir: grounds surrounding his house
enable him to indulge his fancy for jersey
cows and intensive farming. These are
subjects that bring his conversational gifts
into play. He is not going to talk about
his books if he can help it. And yet he
Was never busier in a literary way than at
the present time. He is writing a. series of
short stories, a- play, and a novel entitled
“Aaron. ”
The author of “Uncle Remus” has been
often described. His portraits do not do
him justice. Os medium height, rather ro
tund, with a genial, ruddy face, chestnut
hair and moustache and twinkling blue eyes,
he stirkes the casual observer as the most
sociable ot men. .And so he is—among his
friends. With strangers his kindly in
stincts are just as active, but an impedi
ment in his speech manifests itself, and he
is with difficulty drawn into conversation.
Like many literary men he is strangely
forgetful. Not long ago, when he called
at the postoilice to pay his box rent, a new
clerk asked him his name.
“My name,” said Mr. Harris stiffly, “is—
is”—
Then ho broke down completely and con
fessed that just at that moment he could
not recall it. He was greatly relieved
when the clerk told him that ho was the
fourth man he had met in a month ujho
had made a similar failure.
The admirers and friends of Mr. Harris
will be interested in his oldest son, Julian,
a handsome and talented youth of eighteen,
whoso work on the local staff of The Con
stitution has been the subject of much fav
orable comment. Julian Harris has writ
ten a few admirable short stories, and it
is safe to predict for him a successful fu
ture both in literature ami journalism. Few
young men of his age in the country are
so Well equipped for good work. But this
scattering gossip may very well draw to a
close. The public will hear from the senior
and the junior Harris through their pons,
and that should be enough, without the ran
dom personal comment, which is so apt to
run into impertinent suggestions.
AVALLACE PUTNAM REED.
SOU THERN WOMEN
Rally to L aild a Monument to Private
Soi jicrs and Sailors.
RICHMOND, Va., April 7, 1893.
BAMI’ANT, no doubt-,
until “Gabriel blows his
trumpet in de mornin’,”
will be the south’s
romantic fealty to that
loved “lost cause”
that is so fast fading
into simply a pictur-
r esqne tradition to the
outer world. It is a
g - •>]•<■!ty touch of nature,
Mr. Ethically ppeaking.
// i 1 i-n a prosaic old world
J E mid a little leaven of
I p (1 i . poetry now and then
__Jting 1R Let old loves amlfaitUs
Ejr - be cherished innocently;
i' it. keeps the heart, fresh
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hey | “'i'he old order giv
eth place tion xy,” and most of us have
forgotten, lion over knew, the old regime
arrested so 10 N’uatically in the sixties.
Even you' jJ’iost “rampageous” “rebel”
has learned ‘ .view the matter tranquilly
in the kind. glit of retrospect. In fact,
he is even ’ ling to concede that even
“his friend, o e enemy,” for all practical
purposes, i.s ' / pretty good, well-meaning
fellow —“just a bit misguided, though, you
know”—and that this is a right jolly sort
of an old world after all.
Time has delivered him from “envy, ha
tred, malice,and all uncharitableness” to
ward the bjpeer bygones. Rut time can
do no more. In every true-born southern
heart there lives invincible a fierce, pathetic
loyalty to the sorrows of that far-off deadly
struggle that makes the lives of the older
generations an eloquent memorial.
To perpetuate this dear allegiance, to
transmit it a sacred trust, as a heritage to
posterity, is one of the fondest articles of
faith among the men am! women of the
confederate states. With this end in
view, a most unprecedented southern rally
is soon to be brought about, in Richmond,
the "rebel capital,” that fair historic city,
in which al! the confederate states most
enthusiastically co-operate.
Primarily the celebration is to take the
form of bazaar,” whose pro
ceeds awb-er. go toward the erection of a
rnagnifi' to the private sol
diers ts of the confederacy, and
to the e Lga‘ " tienfof a confederate muse
um. ,bli hi
.I'.val. ” >" th'e south, that lovely.
«r mm t fias shown before In
■ ’iness of the stuff
ho are under
u'ji' ini. on Libby Hill, upon
n Vice x neon begun some time,
will £B. .re sixty-live feet high, the
columi' 1 ? ..y', Muction of Pompey’s Pillar,
being \<,;/>f)tod by a sculptured figure
of a cd>' r e a :.'rate private soldier.
The nntseum is to be instituted in the
notable “Jell” Davis mansion, corner Clay
and Twelfth streets, occupied by the presi
dent of the confederate states during the
war and known as the “White House of
the Confederacy.”
It was here that notable young woman,
the idol of the south. Miss V’’arina Davis.
(“Winnie”) the “Daughter of the Confed
eracy,” spent her cbiidhood’s earliest days
in the nursery with her older sister, now
Mrs. Haynes, and her two small brothers.
One of those little fellows lost, his life
by a fall from the top of the back piazza.
Mr. Davis took up his residence here
upon being inaugurated president of the
permanent government of the confederate
states February 22. 1862.
lliis building, so full of historic and
sentimental interest, has been presented to
the Ladies’ Memorial Association by the
citv of Richmond.
ft is under the auspices of this leal and
energetic band of_women that the “Memo
rial Bazaar” scheme was put. into execu
tion. It is to be the most superb and
comprehensive affair ever held in Richmond,
and perhaps the most unique in the whole
country. It will mark an epoch.
Upward of 700 women, each among the
fairest and xyo-’t distinguished that eld
Dixie boasts. a.tb maids and matrons, are
throwing ths Ici'lves soul and body into
the work u best the eflicieut. gem ralslup
of Mrs. Eure/. Hotchkiss of Virginia,
president ofuadas. association.
No noted onsti, <> r prominent woman in
all the south'ous A-,c kinsmen wore the gray
is svithholditl emM- encouragement or co-op
eration. am” c fi' al ,;i staunch young “rebel”
transplanted We- Northern soil is lending en
thusiastic aii’Y es ’ ’
Lovelv V ®S Ham .Allen, now of Now
Y'ork, dai'g'*'“ e e, f a confederate general,
and the gr> y ou . ’ tie and beauty the south
has knowr*^ atls oie war. will add much
charm am * ou > '.i*to the brilliant affair,
gracing th i >a booth, Georgia being
her native a3 Q OOL *-
AA'omen. ~ v '«■ > n person and zealous of
purpose, fired with a patriotism either per
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gonal or
quarters to aid, Wig.' 01 feels
in herself an it Id rnsecration to the
cause. | dis e
The empty c< lk , f father or hus-
band with its [’’OR Adic-mler is perhaps
ever before her pi Veniory of a fair
home laid waste. f ‘ privation and
bitterest heartacl i >f the elder wo
men are at work, t though it were
yesterday, the agony that was theirs when
some valiant loved one was brought, back
to them wounded or dead, or Imrdiy less
terrible, the dread report “missing” or "in
prison.” It is these who are the inspiration
of the work.
The memorial bazaar will begin in the
Richmond armory April 11th and will con
tinue sever! days. A huge confederate en
campment is to be reproduced, and with
much esthetic effect, with a tent for each
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confederate state and another for the solid
south, characteristically decorated and em
blazoned. Each stale will show its own
colors, shield, coat of arms, etc., and b>
presided over by a bevy of beautiful wo
men in rich attire, whose chairman at least
is to be a. native of that state.
Rivalry is rife amidst the tents, each
chairman striving to introduce some superi
or novelty and attraction, keeping her
methods a secret until the grand denoue
ment.
In the Mississippi tent will be presented
scenes from cotton plantations, carding,
spinning, singing, jig dancing, banjo play
ing, etc. Nails made from the Merimac
will be sold as souvenirs.
Florida vjll be essentially a flower booth
with palms, Aiciy moss, and even alligators
and gophers assisting in the decorations.
Louisiana will be the candy booth—-an evo
lution of sugar cane. North Carolina es
sentially tobacco., Airs. AV. P. DeSas
sure, of Columbia, whose home was burn
ed over her head during Shormari’s raid,
amidst rice and palmettos, will preside over
the South Carolina tent--and so on through
the category.
Among the special souvenirs prepared for
the sale mHI be a coffee spoon with the bat
tle and confederate flags in enamel crossed
on the handle, the monurn<-nt at I lolly wood
engraved in the bowl, with the date 1S(>1-
1865. and a seraf pin with the crossed flags
in enamel. Authentic relics from battle
fields will bo found on many of the tables.
Several memorial books have been pre
pared. the most interesting, perhaps, being
a collection of original stories and poems
bv southern writers. Thomas Nelson Page,
Amelie Rives and others.
The scone will be resplendent everywhere
with the red, white and red of the confeder
acy. I’orlrajts of all the southern com
manders will be conspicuously placed.
Swords and bayonets will ylisten amidst the
bright draperies. anil cannon balls
to ~bo stiickcd amidst groups of
musketry. Garlands and evergreens
will make festal the scene
set to merrv melody by the bands revelling
in “Dixie,” “The Bonnie Blue Unlg.” "Mv
Ole A'irginnv Home,” “Maryland.” ‘Tramp.
Tramp, Tramp, the Boys Are Marching.'
‘When the Cruel War is Over,” and all the
other old-time airs connected with confed
erate days. It. will be an inspiring lime
enough, t.o doubt, and more than one old
veteran, whose faded old gray coat so sa
credly cherished, would meet above his
stout heart and stouter waist line now
only at the price of an apoplectic stroke
will grow red and breathless with the old-
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time “rebel yell" he strives to repress, be
yond a peradventure.
Besides the purchasable wares each tent
will be rich with a rare collection of con
federate relics, donated in almost e* cry
case, each "in memory of” “somebody’s
darling” who gave faithful service to the
southern cause. These articles are all to
be preserved in the confederate museum
with a short account of each.
In the heterogeneous display' already' col
lected are battle flags, military accoutre
ments and historic camp equipments,
swords, uniforms, boots, spurs and saddles
and belongings generally of commanders.
There are souvenirs in profusion fr< m
noted battlefields, canteens and eattridge
boxes picked up hero and there, rusty
swords, broken muskets, plates used by
si uthofn soldiers made of canteens of the
northern army. , . ~
'there are autograph letters of ad the
southern generals, old war songs, siiiisic
;h!»1 poi'ins. Thorp is <i hujxc sci
containing the farewell addresses ot the
various commanders. General Lees speech
upton. 3—Airs. R. 11, Whitlock. 4 Martha
■th Deane Lyons. 6 Miss Mary Marshall
l. 7—Miss Curry Duke.
i before the secession convention accepting
the command of the Virginia forces, the
parole of the army of northern Virginia.
There is the reward for Mr. Davis, the
order forbidding the wearing of Ihc gray,
valuable documents of all sorts, and vast
quantities of other interesting confederate
miscellany.
Mrs. Philip McKinney, the graeixts wife
of A’irgiuia’s first executive, with Mrs. I. D.
Eilyson, the pretty wife of the mayor of
Richmond, surrounded by some of the most
notable belles of the state, will grace the
Virginia tent.
.Miss Mary Morris Jones, whoso mother
was known in the war-time hospital as
the “Angel of the Ward,” will preside ever
the Alabama booth. The chairman of tl.e
Tennessee tent is Mrs. Norman V. J’an
dolph, who, as a girl of fourteen, he” mother
already in prison in Philadelphia, w.«-s
threatened with imprisonment in 'he old
capitol for receiving letters through the lines
Among the ladies of the “solid south”
tent will be Miss Mary Baughman whose
father served with Jackson and was
wounded live times, and Airs. Johi M.
Lightfoot, daughter of Captain Robert D.
Mimic, chief of naval Ordnance woiks at
Richmond. !iag officer to Admiral Be hamin
on the Merrimac, and Mrs. Lizzie Cary
Danii?], daughter of Colonel John B. Cary,
in charge of troops at llamptm wmn 01.1
Point was reinforced by General Buder, in
an interview with whom the general j rides
himttelf on originating the phrase “comtu
ba nd of war.”
Notable among the lovely southern wo
men interested in the cause is .Miss .Mary
Singleton Hampton (colloquially “Daisy”)
of South Carolina, the handsome young
daughter of General Wade Hampton, that
most gallant and enthusiastic warrior of
the southern army ami the typical cavalier.
Mrs. Jefferson Davis says: “Patriotic ar
dor could present, no grander picture than
that manifested by General Avade Hamp
ton." proceeding to quote a special incident.
Another pretty, uncompromising “rebel”
worker is Miss Lucy Lee Hill, of Kentucky,
daughter of the distinguished General A.
I*. Hill, who lost his life in battle, herself
commissioner to the world’s fair from her
State.
Two others of the sisterhood are the love
ly daughters of General Basil W. Duke,
of Louisville, and nieces of John Alorgan,
the celebrated confederate raider. Misa
Currie Duke has just returned from a five
years’ course of instruction in Berlin under
the great Joachim, and is one of the most
proficient female violninists in the country.
She has been playing with Thomas's or
chestra.
Mr. It. 11. AVhilock, one of the wealth
iest and most notable of A’irgiuia’s social
leaders, was a factor in the success of the
great enterprise. Deserving, too, of espe
cial mention as ornaments to the cause are
lovely Martha Harwell Dabney Bagby,
whose father, under the non do plume of
-Moz.iz Addums,” was a noted southern
humorist in war times; the pretty daughter
of Dr. Cullen, surgeon general on General
Loe’s staff; Miss Mary Marshall Daniel,
of Roanoke, a near relative of Chief Justice
Marshall; the Misses Lyons, of proudest
Georgia blood, whose beauty has made a
furore from north to south: lovely Irene
Langhorne; May Handy and scores of
others. Mrs. Amelie Rives < 'hauler, whose
father was a gallant confederate officer,
has sent donations from her girlhood’s
homo in Albemarle before leaving for Cal
ifornia, where, with her pretty sister, Daisy
Rives, she went in quest of health. Julia
Magruder. M. G. McClelland and other
southern women of distinction, whether in
letters or otherwise, have shown themselves
eager to aid in the picturesque work.
Genera! Fitzhugh Lee and other southern
Warriors of distinction are lending enthusi
astic. support to the cause. The city,coun
cil of Richmond, camps and regiments have
pledged themselves to give all assistance
possible. Entertainments are being held
everywhere in ths interest of the bazaar.
During the celebration a council of all
