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HOYT & CO., Proprietors. ANDERSON O. H., S. C, THURSDAY MORNING, MAY 27, 1875. VOLUME X.?NO. 45. Correspondence of the Louisville Courier Journal. Chableston, S. C., May 10, 1875. Charleston is the opposite, the antithesis of Savannah. It is a bright, sunny, cheerful looking place, and resembles more a Northern than a Southern city. It is compactly built, and has not that superabundant width of street of so many of the Southern towns. The sur 5rise.connected with it to me is, that it really oes resemble what I had pictured in my mind, and it is the first case in my experience. Al tnost every traveler has felt that quite aston? ishment on reaching a strange town arising from, an appearance of things totally at vari? ance with his preconceived ideas. The hotel which he has heard about is invariably on the Wrong side of the street, and is of a singularly tUffereut style of architecture, while the town Itself, geographically and topographically, is a stupenduous mistake. In fact, he feels as if he had been defrauded, and consequently labors ander a sense of profound injury. The people themselves, to use an inelegant but forcible simile, don't by any means "come up to the scratch." The town did not surprise me, but its customs did. Never had I pictured to my? self a jet-black policeman, mounted upon a bay horse, in a gray, uniform, with side-arms repre? sented 6y a club?a species of civic dragoon. Yet this anomaly constantly repeats itself in the streets of Charleston. Yon commence with-one, and gradually resign yourself to a squadron of these enormities, and so your mind becomes reconciled to them by having it grad? ually and gently broken to you, after, the man? ner of the poet who informs yon that John Brown had one little Indian boy, and insidi? ously works you up to a despairing resignation to ten of these unnatural children. Did I for one moment expect to be waited upon at the post office by a distributing clerk the color of a dead, leaf? Uncle Sam is worse off than John Brown.- Here was his first little negro boy, bat I find that our beloved uncle has the Joan Brown allowance indefinitely multiplied. I went to the post ofiice on Sunday, and for the first time in my life took in the idea that "such things could be" as negro post masters ?and "?ich", A young gentleman often years of. age asked for a. letter for Mr. Steele. You will not be surprised that our African brother had never heard of such a word. He institu? ted at once, that nnisance of the hour, a spel? ling problem; "How do yon spell it?" he asked: ^Spoll it yourself," was the retort. As that was not one of his professional duties, the sunburnt chieftain of the Nile dropped the subject as too insignificant for further consider? ation. He waited upon me with gracious con? descension, and dealt.me out four letters with a celerity that indicated long practice in the national game of poker." I think he could deal himself four aces without an effort. In wandering about this city it would have been strange if I had not visited the battery, which is as much of a celebrity here as its namesake in New York. This little grassy plat, bordered by its stone esplanade, is a fa? vorite resort. A beautiful view of the harbor, with Fort Sumter in the distance, a towering, purple symmetrical cloud on the horizon, a ship thus transfigured i)y air and distance, the gentle sea breeze that brought such exhilara? ting draughts of life-giving nectar, the bright, bine sky necked with white clouds, and the sea which rolled its murmuring tribute to the shore, all combined to impart a dreary sensuous enjoyment?a mouthful of lotus leaves. It is in sueh moments that we drift, utterly forgetful of the laboring oar. A revenue cutter lies a short distance from the shore. It is so long since eight bells that the presence of the flock of sea gulls, whirling and darting down to the water,_is accounted for. It is the scraps of the noon-day meal that have brought these plun? derers together. Like the human gulls who swarm about the treasury, they get but the leavings of the feast Three or four small boats, oarless and sailless, incline towards the tide ; the lazy, black fishermen, stretched at full length, seem to be soundly sleeping; the lines hang over the side, and even the fish must un? derstand that their enemies don't mean busi? ness lo-day. Four extremely tarry and very mach patched marines are pulling with a long stroke, a boat seaward, towards a barque an? chored two miles away, and their sovereign of the seas is almost as tarry and patched as his subjects. This segment of a circle, called the battery, or rather the sweeping carved line, the esplanade,, runs at a point close beside the street, and on this street are a few fine resi? dences, some of them a little clamorous for paint. In strolling about this city a dismantled building occasionally strikes the eye, and in a short walk I noticed the rnins of three churches. One in particular of which a piece of the tower alone stood erect, together with a 3mall piece of terribly battered wall, rising above a heap of piled up and stones, and overgrown with moss, presented the appearance of a ruin quite up to the old ?ng)isn standard. I turned round to three or four tattered Africans?too wealthy to work, I suppose and propounded, like Macbeth, the question: "Which of you have done this?" "This is a sorry sight." No response from the children of Afric's burning shore. I asked my? self the cause: Had the Danes ravaged the coast, or had the oldest of the Scandinavians been here with Hengist and Horsa, and Thor, hammer and all ? Or, to come down to possi? bilities, was it the work of Farragut or Porter ? Had they thrown shot ^as big as Saratoga trunks at this devoted building, and would up by pitching the flag-ship at it? Nothing of the sort. It was fire of a different kind; it was small conflagration, working under the theory of selection, which had picked out this build? ing and rejected that; but showing a special appetite for churches, eating four of them at a mouthful. I think I have beard this element, when in vigorous activity, called a fire fiend. This was probably the boss fiend, from the en? ergy displayed in attacking his natural enemy, the church. Charleston (and I don't state 'this with the solemnity of a statistician) is an important Cotton mart, and under favorable circumstan? ces might become the great cotton exporting city of America. Unfortunately there is a deadly plague raging here which is fatal to her prosperity?that is the negro plague. Negro legislation to this city has been more fatal than poisonous epidemic or consuming fire. Prop? erty has absolutely touched bottom ; it can fall no farther. The Courier and New*y the only paper published in Charleston, is printed in a stone building, originally a bank, a valuable piece of property once, but purchased by the proprietors of the newspaper for a mere song. The Opera-house, a magnificent stone struc? ture, 60 by 225 feet, standing on one of the most valuable corners in the city, which cost over $200,000, is offered for sale for one-fifth of that sum. Of course, only a portion of this building is occupied as a theater, but the en? tire house, lot and all are in the market at the price I have named. The plunderers of South Carolina have, after ten years of persistent rob? bery, been routed, but it is the old story of the rat and the cheese; when the rat retired the whole interior of the cheese had been devoured, although the exterior looked like the real thing. The people here, however, are hopeful, and be? lieve that better times are coming. Charles ton, like Savannah, is to some extent a winter Saratoga. The city is full of strangers from late in the fall until the first of May, and it is their money, a continuous though somewhat meager stream, that nourishes the town. Cot' ton for the staple meal, and strangers for the dessert. There are two remedies for the evils here. One is to wrest from the negro a right which should never have been granted?the right of suffrage. The other, an emigration from the North to a sufficient extent of over? coming the numerical superiority of a race whose stupendous ignorance has been the cause of so much disaster. The latter remedy would j create the former, but what intelligent Strang- j er would risk an investment here? It would be like opening a jewelry store next door to the cavern of the forty thieves. With a gov? erning white race, capital and energy, Char? leston could be made one of the greatest of the seaboard cities. She could build a railroad west to the Mississippi, striking at Gaines' Landing, complete the unfinished road from the latter point to the Ouachita, and from there to Fulton to the Red river above the raft, and from there up the Red river, which from its source runs due east to Fulton. From this point a connection with the Southern Pacific would tell the story. This railroad would cross the very heart of the cotton belt, and make Charleston the cotton port of America. With the completion of the Southern Pacific, it would be the snortest route from San Francisco to the sea. But not in our day will this be ac? complished. King. Cuffee may, for all we know, yet reign in South Carolina. What a I contrast between the present and the days of j Calhoun. Once that idol of South Carolina addressed a graduating class of the college, at Columbia, (I think) "Young gentlemen/' lie said, "remember that the eyes of the entire world are fixed upon you." They believed it, solemnly, firmly. They believed that when pater familias in London prepared to say grace at the morning meal, he said "my children? look to South Carolina?for what we are about to receive," &c.?that the sailor in the Pacific when driving his harpoon into a whale looked longing to South Carolina, and that the poor invalid returning from sunny Italy only to die mid-way on the voyage, with his last gasp beg? ged to be lifted up so that he might look once more in the direction oiSouth Carolina. The arrogance and vanity of the people of the State was so euormous that to the stranger it was a bewildering puzzle. The memory of their folly is all that is left them now. This city is one of the gateways to Jackson? ville, Florida, a place which had suddenly loomed up as the great winter resort of sick, and the listless, lazy people to whom the blasts of the wintry North are bores of gigantic magni? tude. All winter travel forthe South has Jack? sonville for a final objective point. The Neapo? litan saying is, "See Naples and die." Ihe more practical American says, "See Jackson? ville and live." Jt has become a fashionable resort, and nearly all who settle down for the winter in .Charleston or Savannah, feel bound to make a hasty flight to the Florida fountain of health. Consequently, in addition to the permanent pilgrims to the latter place, there is another crowd that is continually sifting through Charleston, and, of course, paying tribute when so doing. Omnibuses are con? stantly shooting out passengers into the hotel, and others are continually snapping them up, like the Dragon of the Feudal times, and bag? gagemen pitch huge trunks onto the sidewalk as if they were knocking down their deadliest fees. Skillful fellows they are. What study it must have required to enable them to make ?a "Saratoga" strike on one of its corners, with the balance of it rampant like an animal in heraldry. If there is.any burst to that trunk it is bound to come. I commenced my jour? ney with a small trunk, so diabolically sugges? tive that the temptation for a baggage-man to hold it up over his head and fling it with the venom of A jax himself was, I suppose, irre? sistible. I held an inquest on this small trunk this morning, and found that seams were open? ing all over it. It reminded me of the gouty old Commodore, he whose hull, you remember, had been so knocked about that he could never more be fit for sea. I am sadly afraid that the next hundred miles will finish the job. My house, for my trunk is my house, will be con? demned. I think I will buy a salamander safe to replace it, and trust to providence for its alighting squarely on the toes of the first baggage smasher that handles it. MAHLSTICK. The White House.?The Presidential man? sion is just one mile and a half from the capi tol. It stands on elevated ground, and forms a conspicuous object in the landscape, seen from a distance. It is an old-fashioned, cumbrous looking edifice, with a double porch, immense windows, and has the appearance of a cross be? tween a demoralized Greek temple and a New England village town house. In length it is 170 feet, by 86 in depth, and is two stories in height. The entrance hall is 50 feet in length by 40 in width, the two parlors which flank it 30 by 25 feet, while the famous East Room is SO by 40, requiring five hundred yards of. car? peting. The height of these rooms is twenty two feet. A writer, some time since, in descri? bing these apartmeuts happily says, they are as "home-like as a connected series of meeting? houses." The reader who has never penetrated the mysteries of the presidential mansion may be astonished to know that the entire first floor is public property, and that the care of it does not at all appertain to the household arrangements of the occupying family, The private portion of the building is confined to part of the second story and three rooms in the basement. The remainder of the second story is occupied by the President's offices. At the foot of the en? trance hall is the "oval room," which is flanked by the two square parlors. From the one on the right the visitor enters the large dining room; from that on the left, the banqueting or east room. In these rooms are held the presi? dential levees and receptions. They are gor? geously furnished, and the amount of pauelmg, and glass, and gilt, and mirrors, and ginger? bread work is absolutely painful to behold. There has been little change in their decoration and arrangement for the last forty years. The furniture and carpets have been renewed and re-renewed, but with a sort of religious venera? tion for the taste of the original upholsterers, thf general appearance and effect has been re? tained.?Boston Gmmercial Bulletin. ? The Athens Watchman publishes the fol? lowing, which it says is no fancy sketch, as the facts were obtained from a reliable gentleman, and challenges the State to beat it: Mrs. Jane Meadows, of Banks County, is now about ninety years old, and has eleven living child? ren?the youngest forty-eight years old, and the oldest about seventy. One of her children is a preacher, and several of the grand children. She nas ninety-one grand children, one hun? dred and fifty-five great grand children, and fifteen or twenty great, great grand children! ? Contennial celebratiotts are so plenty in 1875 that we may be very sick of them by the Fourth of July, 1876. Dent? of Gen. John C. Breckenridge* I Lexington, May IS. Gen. John C. Brecken ridge died of abscess of the liver, combined with consumption. His last hours were quiet and pleasant. On Sun? day night he was very restless, and sent during the night for his regular physician, who ad? ministered an opiate to thesutFerer, after which he slept until late the next morning. Then he was visited by Dr. Lewis R. Sayre, of New York, who dressed the wound made by the operation of last week. The doctor, seeing that a discharge was taking place from the wound, expressed himself hopeful of the pa? tient's rapid recovery, with the proper atten? tion. After this the sufferer took some nour? ishment. At 3 o'clock in the afternoon a change for the worse was perceptible, and his friends became alarmed. Stimulants were administered but without effect, and he sank rapidly until near 5 o'clock, when he became speechless. He died at 15 minutes to G o'clock. He was conscious, apparently, up to within a few minutes of death. There was no scene, no last words. The only allusions he made to death were once after the operation performed on him last week by Drs. Sayre and Gross, when he said he felt so comfortable he believed mortification had set in ; and again in his will made next day by Hon. James B. Beck, in which he used these words: "After all my just debts, which are few and small, and the expenses of a modest funeral are paid, I desire, etc." Around the death bed of the General was his wife, two daughters, one son and a few other immediate relatives. From the Augusta Constitutionalist. The last hours of the dead Breckenridge will be read with painful interest. When the Black Camel knelt at his door he mounted it with perfect consciousness and without a mur? mur, and thus left the world forever at the age of only fifty-four, one of the greatest men ever born in America. There was nothing but the truest greatness in his composition. He was the finest looking man we ever saw. God seemed to have stamped his own patent of no? bility upon his brow. He sinks into the grave, into eternity, leaving not even a blended stain upon a record of honor. It is fitting that the South should weep for him, for he was ever true to her in her days of prosperity and in the midnight hours of her late war for inde? pendence. In the supreme moments of peril and public danger, the people always knew where to find him. He left the forum and drew the sword to defend his principles, and from the beginning to the end of the struggle the Confederacy did not muster under its ban? ner a braver soldier or a more sagacious coun? sellor. No man can point to a single act of treachery or a single act of his not in accord with the highest code of morals or the truest principles of chivalry. From t/te Charlotte Observer. One of nature's noblemen, in the fullest and broadest sense of the word, has fallen. It is with much regret that we chronicle the death of General John Cabell Breckenridge, who died in Lexington, Kentucky, on the 17th inst. Although the public mind, through the me? dium of the press, has been prepared to antici? pate his death at any time, since the partial operation was performed upon him some days ago by Drs. Sayre and Gross, and which failed to relieve their distinguished patient, yet the sad announcement of the death of the idol of Kentucky will not only awaken many regrets and carry sadness to very many hearts in his own native State, but throughout the length and breadth of the whole Union. The death of a man so gifted by nature and endowed with such pre-eminent abilities is a national calam? ity, even when he has reached mature and ripe old age, but more especially is such the case when a full orbed statesman, in the prime of life and in the midst of his usefulness, is re? moved from time to eternity. "Like Saul, the son of Cis," he stood head and shoulders above the majority of our public meu in most of the intellectual attributes that compose and make a pre-eminent statesman and forensic speaker, and when "the golden bowl was broken and the silver chord loosened," and the immortal spirit of John C. Breckenridge wps wafted from time to eternity, one of the greatest in? tellectual giants that America has ever given birth to, fell to rise no more. His name was but a synonym for physical manhood in its most perfect and uuique form, lor the refined and polished gentleman, for political integrity and incorruptibility. He possessed in a great degree personal magnetism which attracted and retained for him fiostsof strong and ardent personal friends not only among his own party, but from the ranks of those who differed with him politically. He was the most popular man who helped ennoble Kentucky, and transcend? ed in this respect Henry Clay in the zenith of his glory and popularity. If hero worship ever was pardonable it was in the case of General Breckenridge, who had often been tried, often trusted in the highest position of place and honor and never proved recreant,'whether he was stationed in the legislative halls, State and National, or amid the serried hosts of armed men, whether he was performing the duties in? cident to the legal profession, or discharging the functions pertaining to a private citizen iu its various ramifications. He was doubtless, since the war, after the christian-soldier Lee, the most popular man in the South. Like the peerless Lee, the match? less Breckenridge died without having his dis? abilities removed. Their names were, however, not born to die, and their memories will ever be fondly cherished, embalmed as they are in the hearts of their countrymen, and future generations will ever fondly emblazon their deeds. John Cabell Breckenridge, an American politician and soldier, born near Lexington, Kentucky, January 21, 1821. He was educa? ted at Centre College, Danville, studied law at Transylvania Institute, and settled at Lexing? ton. At the breaking out of the war wfro Mexico, he was elected Major of the Third Regiment of Kentucky volunteers, but had little opportunity for active service. After the war he was elected to the House of Represen? tatives of Kentucky, and in 1851 was chosen to Congress, and in 1853 was re-elected after a violent and protracted contest. During the first session oi the 33d Congress, in the course of the discussion of the Kansas-Nebraska bill, he was involved in a personal altercation with Mr. F. B. Cutting, a member from New York, leading to the preliminaries for a duel, which, however, did not take place. Upon the acces? sion of President Pierce he was offered the ministry to Spain, but declined it. In 185G he was elected Vice President, in conduction with Buchanan as President. In 1860 the dis-union delegates iu the Democratic National Conven? tion, having separated from the supporters of S. A. Douglas, nominated Mr. Breckenridge for President, and be received the electoral votes of all the Southern States except Vir? ginia, Tennessee, Kentucky and Missouri. In the same year ho was elected United States Senator. After defending the Southern Con? federacy in the Senate, he went South, entered the army and rose to the rank of Major-Gcn cral. He was repulsed in an attack on Baton Rouge in August, 1861 ; commanded a corps under Bragg at Stone River at the end of 1862, and at Chickamauga in September, 1863; de I feated Sigel at Newmarket in May, 1864; par j ticipated in Early's advance on Washington ; in July of that year, and shared in his defeat 1 near Winchester in September. In January, j 1865, he was appointed Confederate Secretary I of War. After the surrender of Gen. Lee he went to Europe, whence he returned in 1868, and has since lived in Kentucky. Prof. Broun, of the Georgia University, on the Late Cyclones. Upon the special request of the Georgia Teachers' Convention, lately held in Griffin, Prof. LeRoy Broun made the following re? marks upon the subject of the recent cyclones that have devastcd this section of the country: Whenever we are unable to account for any occurrence beyond the range of the ordinary in nature, we are accustomed to say it is the result of electricity. What is electricity? Many'of those who so flippantly use the name would be unable to answer the question. Electricity is produced by the falling of rain ; by the change of air to vapor; by the change of vapor to rain; by the uniform physical changes that occur upon the surface of the globe. We see the.evidence of its existence in the flash that leaps from cloud to cloud, and illuminates creation by the blaze of its intol? erable glory. We see the proof of its exist? ence in the bolt that shivers to atoms~the mag? nificent forest king, or leaves in ruins the structure that boasts to be the result of the architectural art of ages. Electricity has nothing whatever to do with these cyclones. It had been reported that the trauist of Ve? nus had caused these atmospheric disturbances. These troubles were caused by the unequal dis? tribution of heat upon the surface of the earth. To any one having the slightest idea of the relative size of the Sun and the planet of Ve? nus, to say nothing of the comparative influ? ence of the source of all heat, and a body that is not even self-luminous, it would be hardly necessary to say that the idea is absurd. Ve? nus has no more to do with those disturbances than the amours of the fabled goddess whose name she bears. To give the simplest illustration : Suppose a circular sheet of water to be covered oy a surface of iron, precluding all escape, save at one small orifice. Suppose an immense press? ure to be applied upon this iron surface. Com? mon sense would teach that this water would have a tendency to escape through this orifice with a force and upward tendency propor? tioned to the pressure and the smallness of the orifice. Now the earth is covered with a stratum of atmosphere which may be taken for all practicable purpose to be forty-five miles in thickness. In the equatorial regions where the solar heat is greatest, the atmosphere be? comes rarified and consequently lightened and rises upward. A partial vaccum is necessarily produced. The air from the polar regious moves in to supply the deficiency or partial vacuum. Were the earth stationary, a current would be produced from the North pole to the equator. For the sake of simplicity we will only consider the Northern hemisphere in which we live. Were the earth stationary, the current would bo due North to South, but the earth moves from West to East and consequent? ly the current is bent out of its natural course into a Northwest wind. The rarified and lightened air rises and begins to flow back to? ward the North pole. These two currents must be opposed to each other, and whenever two winds of approximately equal force meet there must, be rotary motion. About the time of the cyclones that swept across Georgia, an area of low barometer was reported at the Signal office in Washington, extending from southwest to northeast. Above or north of this area was an area of high press? ure. Thus this area of low pressure formed a trough upon which the areas of high pressure were superimposed, and the added weight rest? ing upon the lower stratum of air produced a tendency to rise upward at the point of least resistance. These from all directions were es? tablished currents towards this point, and to any one who has observed the tendency of water to form in what are familiarly known as whirlpools the rotary or whirling motion thus produced will bo easily understood. # " A cannon ball moves at about the rate of 13, 000 feet per second. A cubic yard of air weighs about two pounds, and would therefore move toward this vacuum and orifice with a momentum of about 26,000 pounds. A thou? sand cubic yards of air would move at the mo? mentum of about 26,000,000 pounds, and when we consider the apparently immeuse height of the atmosphere, we can, to some extent, con? ceive of the limitless force of the tornado. And as the rotating current of air passes up? ward, it encounters the northeasterly current which carries it forward with great velocity in the prevailing direction northeast. The phosphorescent appearance of the clouds was due to the relative opposite conditions of electricity of the earth, and the surrounding atmosphere, and thus one side of the cloud might assume the appearance of phosphores? cence or electrified brilliancy while the other side would appear shrouded in gloom. These clouds are not the producers but the mere ac? companiments of the cyclone and their elec? trical conditions and the accompanying phe? nomena of rain and hail are accounted for upon the simplest natural principles that need not be enumerated here. From the tremen? dous momentum of huge bodies of air rushing toward a common centre with an awful power to which the rush of the bullet or the impetus of the cannon ball are but as the breath of the Zephyr to the whirl of the storm, we can readi? ly conceive how in its path, the strength of the oak becomes as a straw, and the work of man dissolves into ruin before the power of Him who holds the world in the hollow of His hand. The above is but a brief and imperfect sum? mary of the remarks of Professor !3rouu. Be? fore the magic of his clear analysis and plain and simple statements, the causes producing the ordinary phenomena to the cyclone, became easy of comprehension to the audience who fronted him. To explain the terrible power and unusual accompaniments of an extraordinary cyclone, would require beside a knowledge of the abovo facts, all the influences excited upon our atmosphere during the period immediately preceding the cyclone, by whatever of distur? bing agencies that may exist without the knowledge of the scientist, who depends and must depend upon the present imperfect in? struments and systems for collecting and utiliz? ing the data of atmospheric storms. ? There is an elderly lady in Shermam ? Conn., who is very indignant with the present ; laws, as she understands them. Talking with i a friend a while ago, she said: "My husband ! only got ten dollars for voting the?ticket, ! while father got eighteen for voting the?tick-1 ct. Wa'n't that loo bad ? They ain't nothin' square nor right about sich laws! They orter be made more equal, and sumthin' should be done 'bout, it so they'd pay one as much for votin' as another." j ? A Memphis paper defines advertising to be a "blister which draws trade." A Family Record Closed?Three Generations Blotted Out on Earth. The terrible disaster to the steamer Schiller j closes the record of an entire family, beloved ! and honored in St. Louis. To all of our older j citizens, Joseph Ridgway, of the copartnerships, i successively, of Erskine& Ridgway and of Ers kiue, Gore & Ridgway, was well known. In their days those firms were among the largest and most prominent in this city. Of their members, Mr. Greene Erskine alone survives. After these firms were dissolved Mr. Ridg? way devoted himself solely to the care of his private estate, residing in a family mansion j built by himself, on the northeast corner of ! Seventh and Walnut Streets, which he sold to Gen. Blair about 1855, at which time he re? moved to the vicinity of Boston for the educa? tion of his two daughters?his only children. About 1858 he leased the well-known residence of Horatio Greenough, the celebrated sculptor, at Cambridge, Massachusetts, in which, sur? rounded by its wealth of art, he remained until his daughters had finished their studies at the school founded by Professor Agassiz. At that time the daughters of several St. Louis citizens were also pupils at the same school. Those school days having ended, Mr. Ridgway, after a European tour with his family, returned with them to St. Louis about 1860, and purchased a residence on Lucas Place. Among the young ladies theu just entering society, none were more lovely and attractive than Misses Lizzie and Clara Ridgway?the companions in that brilliant circle many of whom are now young wives and mothers, resident here and in East ert cities. It was here, about 1866, that Miss Lizzie became the wife of Charles W. Walter, a merchant of New York, but previously a partner in the firm of Thomas H. Larkin & Co., of St. Louis. That marriage, with the consequent residence of the married pair in New York, induced the removal of the Ridg? way family to that city about the year 1865, where, to be with his family, Mr. Ridgway purchased a residence on Forty-third Street, anticipating that at last his wanderings had ceased. About the year 1868-'69, his younger daugh? ter's health required, under the advice of some eminent physicians, her instant removal to Southern France. Leaving the married daugh? ter (Lizzie) and her two children in New York, Mr. and Mrs. Ridgway hurried with the young? er daughter (Clara) through Paris, consulting there with Dr. Pope, to the neighborhood of Nice. i The day after their arrival their daughter died. The sorrowing parents hastened home at once, with the dead body, to learn for the first time, on reaching New York, that their elder daughter, with her children and husband, had been during the winter and was still at Montmorency, S. C, as the last hope, under medical direction, of saving her waning life. Instantly the father and mother joined her and the grand-children. In the latter part of April Mr. Ridgway telegraphed to a friend in St. Louis of the improved health of the invalid daughter, and of his intention to return early in May with the remaining family via St. Louis to New York, and requested the needed accom? modations. The succeeding day brought a tel? egram from Mr. Walter that Mr. Ridgway had suddenly died the previous night, leaving his wife, invalid daughter and little grand-children in South Carolina, and that the survivors would proceed directly to New York. A few weeks later another dispatch summoned St. Louis friends to New York to witness the de? parture for the Tyrolean Alps of the surviving daughter. During * summer repeated telegrams gave encouraging accounts of restored health, until at last came the sad message that she had died, without premonition, on the margin of a lovely lake in Northern Italy. The afflicted husband, grand-mother and grand-children returned home, bearing the remains of her for whom this last European tour had been ventured. Thus, at length, through extraordinary suf? fering and affliction, the sad remains of the family, the grand-mother and two little grand? children, with the disconsolate son-in-law, reached New York. A few weeks ago a voyage of love and devo? tion was planned. The grand-mother could not be content until she had again visited the sad scenes in Europe where her daughters had died. Full of this thought, which she freely communicated to her friends here, she took passage on the ill-fated Schiller, with her niece, son-in-law, grand-children and servant (an emancipated slave of olden time.) The voy? age was one of devotion to the memory of her departed daughters. Her thoughts were solely of those in the spirit land, and of the two grand-children to whom she so fondly clung. Thus, on this last and sacred mission, the aged grand-mother, with these two little ones and their father, started on the fateful voy? age. The sad news indicates that she and those dearest to her have sooner than she expected met those loved ones, for re-union with whom she pined daily, yet with an ever agonizing fear that she should go alone, leaving the dear little ones to follow in an indefinite thereafter. Her holiest wish is fulfilled?she and those little ones have gone together; all of the three generations left a united family at last. Within five years there have thus disap? peared three generations of that one family. All that ample fortune and human skill could accomplish, and all that devoted affec? tion could achieve were in vain, for despite them all this family record was closed when the Schiller went down into the ocean depth with her precious freight of human life and love. It is seldom that thus, within so few years, an entire family, favored by fortune, passes away leaving so many, startled and sorrowing friends to lament their melancholy fate.?St, Louis Democrat. _ More Testimony From the North.?The editor of the Providence, R. L, Press, after a tour of several months through the Southern States, gives the following candid and gratify? ing corroboration of the testimony of Judge Kelly: "Mr. Kelly is right and can afford to be cursed bv party friends. We have seen for ourselves; have mixed and conversed with all shades and kinds of people South?negroes, whites, officials, ex-rebels, military and civil, non-partisans and partisans, Republicans and White Leagues, and for weeks have examined into the whole status of the South, civil, polit- . ical and financial, and our note book and mem? ory fully corroborate all that Mr. Kelley or any other intelligent or fairminded man has or must say, in truth, of the South and its pres? ent position. It is time this humbug and folly of coercing a now loyal people ceased. It is time that swindlers and knaves were turned I out of Southern Federal offices, and honest men put in their places; it is time that a j roign of justice was inaugurated and the reign I of corruption and oppression ceased. If the i leaders of the Republican party are cither wise or shrewd, they will acknowledge their errors and commence an immediate reform of the j Southern service." I ? Grammatically speaking, a kiss is a con-1 1 junction. Got. Chamberlain's Declination. We stated last week that Gov. Chamber* I lain had declined the invitation to deliver the anniversary address before the literary so? cieties of Erskine College. His reasons for de? clining the invitation are set forth in a letter addressed to the committee, which we copy from the A. R. Presbyterian: Executive Department, 1 _ May 10th, 1875. J Gentlemen: Your pleasant and pleasanly conveyed invitation to me in behalf of the Philomathean Literary Society of Erskine Col* lege, to address the Literary Societies of that Institution on the approaching Commencement July 7th, has been received. It would be a pleasure which I should great? ly enjoy, and a duty which I should readily ac? cept, to deliver such an address, if it were not for the fact that I am now under a previous en? gagement to perform a similar service, on the 30th of June, at Yale College, my Alma Mater. I assure you that it is not a merely formal re? gret which I now express in saying that if the two occasions had been presented at the same 1 time I should have accepted yours. There are many things which in the^eculiar situation of our State and people I should have hoped to say, which might tend to the peace, happiness and hopefulnes of my fellow-citi? zens. ? By this I do not mean our local politics?far from it. Such occasions should be sacred from the approach of anything savoring of the party politics of the day, unless it be some discussion of the great common principles which underlie all gqvernment and hold together human socie? ty itself. But I should have tried particularly to im? press upon those whom I should have addressed the incalculable importance, at this juncture, of deep and true scholarship. By scholarship, I mean familiarity with the recorded product of the world's thought and action. Than this nothing can be more essential to broad and wise views of present events and dutjes. No occasions call more loudly for those influences which scholarship and culture can alone fur? nish than when "the times are out of joint."? True catholicity of mind, true liberality of life, are to be gained by resort to those vast treas? ures which constitute the learning of the world. The true scholar is the truest man. He is pa? tient in adversity because be is in thought and feeling the companion of Socrates and Galileo. He is undaunted by the mockings of changing fortune because he remembers Aristides ana Erasmus. He is hopeful and enterprising in the pursuit of truth because he lives in the company of those who labored to hasten results which they knew they would not themselves witness. This is the spirit of scholarship? reverent, recipient, docile, on the one hand bold, hopeful, farsighted, on the other?but al? ways generous and helpful to all. Can any qualities be better suited to this day in South Carolina? Can her sons bring to her service better gifts than these? It would be a great privilege to endeavor to enforce and illustrate these thoughts to a sym? pathizing audience, such as your Commence? ment would furnish?but I must not attempt it now. I sat down indeed merely to thank you and to tell you why I can not serve you on the 7th of July. At all other times and in all ways within my power 1 am, very truly, your friend and servant, D. H. Chamberlain. Hon. Ben Hill as an Agriculturalist. The Nashville Union and Americant which concedes to Hon. Ben Hill consummate ability as an orator and a lawyer, has no faith in his agricultural knowledge and counsel. The statement of Mr. Hill particularly excepted to is this: "I tell you to-day, I care not what seasons may come, what large crops you may raise, still under existing conditions, you will ever grow poorer who produce cotton, and they will ever grow richer who handle after it is produced. Under the present policy the next generation of Southern people will become the poorest, the most helpless and the most con? temptible of earth's inhabitants; while under a wise policy the next generation of Southern people may become the richest, the most pow? erful and the most respectable of people.? Which destiny will we choose?" The Union and American takes issue with Mr. Hill's idea that we should make a support on the farm, and have cotton a clear money crop as gain. Conceding that this, as a gener? al rule, is sound, the editor proceeds to point out Mr. Hill's mistake in these words: "Ihere are many planters, particularly in the Atlantic and Gulf States, who know so much more about raising cotton than grains, or producing grass, meat stock, wool or horses, that they cannot shift their operations without great risk of loss from ignorance and bad management. There are at least tweuty different trades in the arts of tillage and husbandry. Suppose a planter understands one or two of these well, and no more. Should he abandon the trade he knows to follow one which he has yet to learn ? No doubt the South would be greatly prompted by diversified agricultural and manufacturing in-^ dustry; and to attain this object the people* should sustain industrial schools, in which the most skilful labor, art and science may be blended. This would be true progress. "How will you have a man or woman under? stand the business of making first-class cheese who never saw a cheese dairy in their lives? It is easy to find fault and scold, when the sim? ple truth is our people have no opportunities to learn new pursuits in civilized and highly cultivated industry. They have no teachers of diversified agriculture; no examples to follow; their education is still rudimentary and in the embryo state. It is absurd to expect a youth of either sex to learn any useful lesson which is neither taught, nor seen, nor heard, nor felt in the community. Our mechanical and agricul? tural schools are the merest myths. "Mr. Hill does not touch the great evil in the way of suggesting an available remedy. It will hardly do to say, 'be ye wise in all the pro? ductive industries of the most advanced nations of the globe.' Of what possible value is such advice ? No human being is made wiser, < r better off in his environment, or estate. This language is high-sounding and mystical, but like the philosophy of Plato*-For etprceterea nihil?'voice ana nothing more.' Shadows pass too often now-a-days, for statesmanship, and vibration of air for sound agricultural knowl? edge." We think, for our own part, that the truth, as usual, lies in the middle ground between the Union and American writer and Mr. Hill.? While it is not to be expected that Southern planters shall all at once jump into the perfec? tion of diversified industry, the fact remains that they could do much more than they are now doing to make themselves measurably self sustaining. ? "That ar' patch of ground's mem'rible," said an Omaha man, pointiug to a grave all by itself outside the town. "I reckin' you'll k iow that, stranger, when you see it ag'in. The ockypant of that was the furst man Horrus Greeley ever told to git West?likewise he was hung for stealin' a mewl."