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"No life Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife And all life not be purer and stronger thereby." More than seven years had passed away since the events recorded in our story, when, in one of those embryo cities, whose magical growth make our great West the wonder of the world, we again meei, our old acquaintances of Berkley Hall. Side by side two modest and comfortable dwellings stood embow? ered in vines and shrubbery?the homes of Harry Maham and Arthur Ferguson. Harry's "Chicora blosson" and "the Rose la Reine" of the Empire State, won by Arthur amid the wild woods of Cohuttah, had lost none of their beauty or sweetness for being transplanted on the shores of the Pacific. Marion, nom ? inally an inmate of Harry's home, like a sweet spirit of charity, hovered wherever Bhe was most needed, a loved and wel? come visitot everywhere. Dr. St. Julien had. left his home and friends to follow the fortunes of his niece and his young favorite, Harry Maham. An infant An? nie, soon after reaching their new home, was placed in his arms, and after enjoy? ing for one brief year her infantile charms, he was called upon to part with his little pet, and very soon after he was himself laid to his eternal rest by her side. Five years had now passed since these sad events, and the soothing hand of time, with the blissful hope of an eternal reunion, had left tender and holy sadness in place of the anguished sorrow felt for the departed loved ones. Several chil? dren had been given to adorn and bless the homes of Arthur and Harry. Harry, with his warm, genial manners, was a favorite and prosperous merchant in the little town-, and Arthur filled honor? ably the high and responsible position of a popular and beloved physician. Mrs. Gordon lived with, her sweet Rose, happy in sharing with her the care of her little ones, and jTmmie, distinguished for ora? torical talents, bade fair to make himself a name in the far West. It was a lovely day, and the two fami? lies had planned a dinner en fami?e at Harry Maham's house. Rose and Mrs. Gordon, who had gone over early with their little ones, was in Jessie's cozy par? lor, chatting cheerfully with Marion, who sat by an open window enjoying the per? fumed spring and caressing upon her lap Jessie's baby?a little Hubert Gray. Rose was nursing her own little Marion, just three months younger, whom she playfully declared was much the loveliest baby, although Jessie proudly thought Her little Hubert was only lets grand than his namesake. "Is it not strange, Marion, we can learn nothing of Col. Gray ? Jessie tells me he has not been heard from since his bridal gift to Harry of Berkley Hall; for she insists upon believing it was the gift of Hubert Gray, although he sought to conceal it." "Yes," said Marion, calmly, a slight flush only betraying any unusual emotion she may have felt at the mention of Hu? bert Gray's name; "we all think so; it was just like him?so nobly and modestly done! Will not Arthur dine with us to-day?" '"I hope so, but he. has been called to the barracks to visiv a Federal officer, and it is a long ride, you know. I had almost forgotten to tell you our pulpit will be filled to-morrow by a new "minister. I did not learn his name, but he comes recommended for eloquence and sanctity. He is wealthy, too, and his preaching is said to be entirely a work of love. I hope he will stay with us, for it is sad to have our church closed, and there is much work to do here for the Master." Harry stood behind his counter, chat? ting courteously and gayly with a party of merry girls as he measured off yard after yard of some costly fabric. The free hunter's life by the old Santee had been resigned at duty's call, and the brave-hearted Harry, cheerfully perform? ing the merchant's dull and plodding work, bad become a wonderful favorite in the little town of-, especially with the ladies. The last yard was measured, the bundle neatly folded, tied and in the act of being handed to his fair customer, when two gentlemen entered the store. One was a citizen of the place, and an acquaintance of Harry's; the other a tall and hand? some man, whose extreme gravity made him appear several years older than he really was. As soon as they entered the store Har? ry startled, his whole face indicating in? tense emotion, and after gazing a moment earnestly upon the stranger, cleared his counter with one bound as agile as his own Santee deer, and seizing his hand, eagerly exclaimed : "Hubert Gray! how glad I am we have met again!" The hand was not withdrawn, but the tone of Col. Gray's voice was cold and constrained as he replied: "It is certainly an unexpected meeting on my part." "Unexpected! yes, man, it is raptuous ly unexpected! You must go right home with me. If I do not carry you home, Jessie will not let me sit easy under my own vine or fig tree." "Thanks, Capt. Maham, but you must really excuse me to-day; I have a prior engagement." "No, no; no excuses, Hubert," said Harry; "if you are pledged to Norris he will yield to the higher claims of an old friend. Will you not, Ned?" he said, appealing to the other gentleman. "Certainly,; I brought Col. Gray here to introduce him to you as our new min? ister, but I find you and he are old friends; and so, Colonel, I give you back your promise to dine with me, and only hold you pledged for another early day." A painful flush mounted the brow of Hubert Gray as he replied, a little haughtily: "Capt. Maham, you must really excuse me to-day; I cannot think of intruding upon your family an unex? pected guest. I will do myself the honor of calling another time." "Captain Maham," said Harry, drop? ping Col. Gray's hand, and speaking totio voce, in a bewildered voice; then, suddenly lifting his frank and smiling blue eyes, he exclaimed: "Surely, surely, you have not forgotten me, Hubert Gray I You cannot have forgotten Harry Ma? ham, of Berkley Hall?dear old Berkley you so generously saved for us. Do not deny it, Hubert; we found it all out, guessed it at first, or rather Marion did, and then Jessie, with her woman's wit, plied Messrs. - most diligently and shrewdly with questions, until she satis? fied herself that owing to your generosity we are still the owners of Berkley Hall. After that no month has passed that my little wife has not Bent, but vainly, to various addresses of enquiry for Colonel Gray's whereabouts; and, now, as good luck will have it, you have turned up at our very door in this far-off and strange land, whither we have come to make a fortune, which we are to go back to Berk? ley to spend. And will you refuse to go home with me? But I will take no de? nial ; you must come, nolens volens." So saying, he passed his arm through Col. Gray's, and giving directions to the clerk about his business, left the store, drag? ging the astonished and now unresisting Hubert Gray with him. Col. Gray had recognized Harry Ma? ham as soon as he saw him, bat with Harry's familiar face arose the memory of the letter he had received from him, with the rude and cold dismissal of his suit for Marion's hand; and with the bitter recollections of that letter arose afresh the bitter thoughts of the past? for Hubert Gray was bat a man. When he accidentally and Boon after his own marriage with Ada St. Clare saw the advertisement of Berkley Hall for sale, the generosity and heroism inherent in his character awakened in hie breast the kindliest sympathy for the family who he knew were devoted to the old place. He recalled his own pleasant recollections of the Christmas he had spent with Walter; and even Marion's well-conceived anguish (although he then believed her the bride of another) awak? ened histenderestcompassion; and Hu? bert Gray determined to rise superior to all personal pique or bitterness, and after making enquiries, instructed the firm of Messrs. -, in the city, to purchase Berkley Hall, making a legal return of it to Harry Maham on the occasion of his marriage, which took place the autumn after the death of Mrs. Maham and the sale of the estate. Col. Gray had charged his business agents that the strictest se cresy should be observed concerning the purchaser of the Hall, and that the Mahams especially should never be in? formed to whom they were indebted for their ancestral home. But with love's quick and sure intuition, Marion had guessed the name of their noble benefac? tor, and havi.ig hinted it to Jessie, she, (as Harry expressed it,) with her wo? man's wit, had quizzed Col. Gray's agents so shrewdly that the whole family be? came satisfied that Hubert Gray was the generous donor of Berkley Hall. One year after his mother's death, his I youthful and gentle bride was laid beside her beloved adopted mother and the Con? federate soldier, Walter Maham, in the beautiful cemetery of-, and Hubert now truly alone on earth, and feeling a restless weariness of life, renouncing all business avocations, gave up his paper and traveled from city to city and from scene to scene in a dreary and hopeless disgust of life. After passing several years in such hopeless arid dull depres? sion, he was suddenly awakened to the great responsibilities of man in his rela? tions to God and eternity. He felt the solemn trust of a living soul?first his own soul and then the souls of others, and with his U3ual impulsive earnestness, I he determined to consecrate to God's glory the gifts he had conferred upon him. Hubert Gray had dreamed the soldier's dream of honor and of fame, and at his feet had been laid the soldier's laurel crown; but tears, the tears of loved ones, the tears of his countrymen, dimmed its lustre, and from material glory he turned away in sorrow. From the battle-field he had entered upon the arena of public life, and had fought ever on the side of truth and justice; but there were traitors in the camp; the men with whom he clasped hands under the garb of truth, concealed evil hearts, evil words, evil deeds?they were men who clung to the flesh pots of Egypt, and worshipped the golden calf?and Hubert Gray, in weary indignation, exclaimed, "What is honesty, truth and justice, and where are they to be found?" But when at lost the message came, "Come, the Master calleth for thee I" the Christian soldier in obeying the divine mandate found a well-spring of joy which had hitherto been a stranger to his breast. Duties were performed; events were resigned to the hands of Omnipotence. In the work of the min? istry, Hubert Gray found his long-sought vocation. In the rescue of souls his boyish dreams of chivalric self-devotion in the performance of deeds of high emprize were realized. All of his mili? tary fame and glory he gladly gave up for the sweet promise, "He that is least among you, the same shall be greatest;" and in his noble work of love Hubert Gray found happiness. But the face and voice of Harry Maham had aroused sleeping memories which he thought had been lulled to rest forever, I and for a brief while bitter thoughts filled his heart, flushed his cheek, and gave the cold hauteur to voice and manner. But it was only for a little while. Long be? fore they had reached Harry's home the lowly Christian had driven the proud worldling from his breast, and Hubert Gray was ready with Christian simplicity to receive the warm welcome of the Mahams. Harry, ardent and impulsive as ever, led him up the garden walk with almost boyish hilarity, exclaiming, "This is the best day you could have come, Hubert, for we are all here a family party I Jes? sie, Jessie, old lady 1" he called, excited? ly, "Come and see a friend I have brought you! Guess, now, and say who you would like best to seel" Hearing Harry's voice on the porch in such (even for him) unusual excitement, Jessie hastened to meet him, and her scream of delight brought the whole family out upon the vine-clad veranda. Mrs. Gordon was for the first time intro? duced to one. whose features even were familiar to her, for a fine portrait of Hu? bert Gray hung in the parlor of the Ma? hams. All offered loving greeting; even Marion, delighted to meet their old friend once more, and in momentary forgetful ness of the sad love passages of her life, hastened forward to greet him, still hold? ing in her arms the infant Hubert Gray. At sight of the babe, Harry rushed for? ward, and taking him out of Marion's arms, exclaimed, as he held him proudly aloft, "This is your namesake, my little Hubert Gray!" For the first time, Col. Gray found words to express his feelings, and al? though still bewildered, he said: "Thank you, thank you, Harry! I had no idea my name was so tenderly cherished by you and yours." Dinner was soon announced, and, ex? cept for the presence sf the missing Ar? thur, who had not yet returned from the barracks, the families considered it one of the happiest meals they had eaten "out West." Soon after they had left the table and returned to the parlor, Marion timidly enquired after the health of Col. Gray's wife. Harry hearing the question, and interrupting her with a ring of self-re? proach in his voice said: "0, Hubert, for? give me! What a selfish fellow I am to have forgotten you, too, have a wife! But, come, I will go now and make my peace with her and bring her borne, for we are all ready to love Hubert Gray's wife!" Hubert placed his hand gently on Harry's shoulder, and said: "My wife, dear Harry, is with the ransomed dead, enjoying the rest of the saints." "Forgive me! oh, forgive me, Hubert I I have unwittingly pained you," said Harry, his frank blue eyes filling with sympathetic tears. The friends clasped hands warmly, and the cold, rude letter was fully forgiven by Hubert Gray. The afternoon after the dining, Col. Gray, calling at the Mahams', found only Marion at home, and alone in the parlor. A momentary embarrassment was observ? able in the manner of eaclTof them; but it was only momentary, for Col. Gray had mixed much with the world, and possessed admirable self-control, he soon recovered himself, and, aided by Mari ons's innate and womanly dignity, en? tered pleasantly into conversation on ordinary topics, dwelling animatedly upon the beauty, fertility and wonderful resources of the country which justly entitles it to the appellation of the "Great West." ^e had spoken to Mari? on with the familiar ease of an old ac? quaintance, but had never from their past meeting addressed her by her name. But that afternoon, after speaking at some length on ordinary subjects, he sud? denly, abruptly and with apparent effort, said: "Mrs. Egan, I conclude you are only on a visit to Harry, as I have understood the Major still lives in Charleston. I trust he is well." Poor Marion became as pale as sculp? tured marble, and then a deep flush crimsoned painfully her pale cheek as she coldly and almost haughtily replied: "Col. Gray is certainly laboring under some strange hallucination. Miss Ma? ham scarcely feels an ordinary interest in Maj. Egan, although, I believe, he lives in Charleston. This, Harry's home, is mine!" The last sentence was said in a quivering voice, and the poor effort at hauteur was almost an entire failure. "Am I then dreaming? Harry cer? tainly wrote me that you were to be mar? ried. I surely saw the marriage notice in a newspaper I" "An impertinent mistake which was speedily corrected," said Marion, with unusual irritation. "Then you are still Marion Maham ?" and Col. Gray gazed .with earnest admi? ration into the eyes of the beautiful wo? man, as he waited almost breathlessly for her answer. But no words came. The long lashes drooped over the beautiful eyes, veiling with tender care the steadfast love-light one glance might have betrayed, and the graceful head bowed somewhat proudly the answer which the tongue refused to apeak. "Marion, Marion, there has been some great mistake! there lies a mystery some? where!" and the tones of that voice which had wielded such wonderful power over her heart, again thrilled her whole being; but she endeavored calmly and even jestingly to reply: "Is it then such a mistake for a woman to prefer her own name to any other?" "Marion, this is no time for jest. The mystery must be cleared; Harry's fideli? ty, his frankness, his friendship, must be defended; my trust in woman's truth must be restored! Will you give me one hour alone with you to-morrow ? I would say this afternoon, but I have promised Dr. Ferguson to accompany him to the barracks, to visit a dying officer who desires to see a clergyman. To-morrow I Trill show you letters which I now be? lieve to be forgeries; but by whom, I know not." It is Richard Egan's work," hoarsely whispered the girl. "Until to-morrow, Marion Mabam, think of me as gently as you can." The girl raised her eyes to his face, their glances met, and each felt their early love had only slept, to be awakened by the first soft touch. CHAPTER XXIII. "All within, light, warmth, calm." "What is the name of the officer doc tor to whose sick bed you are taking me asked Hubert Gray as Arthur and him self drove at a pretty brisk speed to the barracks. "Capt. Jonathan Bennet, of Co. ? and Regt, in U. S. A. He is very ill, and appears to be suffering greatly from re morse, and entreated me to bring him clergyman. His notions of religion are very vague. He speaks of having in jured some one, whom he terms his enemy." "Capt Bennet," mused Col. Gray, "the name is very familiar. It may be one of my old Qomrades. Is he hopelessly ill ? "Yes," said Arthur, "this is one of those cases which makes the physician feel how valueless is human skill or science when the divine mandate goes forth: 'Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return/ for this poor fellow can only linger a few days. I hope you will be able to offer him some comfort But here we are at the barracks." Arthur entered the sick man's room followed by Col. Gray. "Well, Bennet," said the doctor, kindly and cheerfully, "I hope you feel more comfortable this afternoon. I have brought a friend and clergyman to see you. He has been like yourself, an old Federal soldier?CoL Gray; Capt. Ben net." "Col. Gray 1" exclaimed the sick man endeavoring to raise himself in bed, "Col Gray! Hubert Gray I and has my prayer been answered? does my enemy stand before me, and will he forgive?" he ques tioned eagerly. Hubert Gray moved quickly and grave ly to the bedside, and taking the sick man's hand tenderly in his, said: "I know not that there is aught of enmity or strife between ns, but if there be, I forgive you as freely, Capt. Bennet, as I have been forgiven^ by the gracious and merciful God to whom I now beseech you to turn your thoughts." "No, oh no, you know not that there is aught of strife between us. Yon know not that I came between you and the woman you loved. You know not that it was my hand which caused to fill with bitter doubts your trusting heart! Rich? ard Egan's brain and pen dictated the rude, cold letter you believe to have been written by Harry Maham, but my hand contrived them to you. My evil heart and hand robbed you of letters of sympa? thy and love from the Mahams which would have filled your soul with joy My hand received from Richard Egan and conveyed to you the paper contain' ing the false statement of Maj. Egan's marriage with Marion Maham. Fear induced Maj. Egan to contradict the re? port?but the contradiction you never saw. Da you remember, Col. Gray, at C-, when you came to the rescue of that brave girl, how you spoke to me scornfully and tauntingly, aye, you even questioned my courage I My pride, fiend pride, was ronsed, and I vowed to be re? venged, and this has been my revenge. I robbed you of your sweet and holy trust in the only woman you have ever loved. I found in Maj. Egan (who loved the girl madly and, regarded you as a rival) an ally as unprincipled as myself, arjd I helped him to play his game until I had crushed out of yonr proud heart all of its sweet truthfulness and hope. But the girl's fair fame, thank Gocl, I spared untouched! Egan wished me with bribed negroes to kidnap her in one of her long rambles at Berkley Hall and place her under such circumstances that she would have been glad to marry him, and cover what the ivorld would have seemed shame; but Maggie, my white robed spirit, my angel Maggie, guarded her, thank God I In my desk, Col. Gray, you will find a full account of the whole transaction between Richard Egan and myself, also copies of the forged letters to corroborate my statement. You will also find the letters of the Mahams to yourself, which I contrived should never reach you. And now, Hubert Gray, can you forgive, that I may die easy ?" "Freely, freely, poor Bennet, and I beseech you turn your thoughts to Him whose forgiveness can, not only bestow comfort, but eternal happiness," said Hubert Gray, with deep emotion. "God bleBB you, Hubert Gray! See! see V he said, gazing earnestly into space, "Maggie, my white robed Maggie, smiles and beckons me away I 0, Col. tell her, tell the Southern girl ray Maggie's pure spirit watched over her." A few days longer and poor Bennet passed from earth with the words "I come, I come Maggie" upon his lips. The papers to which he alluded were found and read by the Mahams and Col. Gray. The mystery was solved; the mis? takes corrected between Hubert, Harry and Marion, and frank, honest Harry wondered how Hubert Gray could have believed he wrote those rude letters. A week after poor Bennet's death, Hubert Gray sent the papers found in his desk to the address of Richard Egan, Charles? ton, S. C, and with the papers a letter giving him the particulars of Bennet's death, and telling him that he had sent him the papers and letters since they touched most closely his honor. He also said he freely forgave and pitied him. Several month? passed by and Hubert Gray had become a daily and expected visitor at Harry Maham's. Calling one afternoon, finding only the children at home, und being informed by little Wal? ter Mi.bam that Aunt Marion had gone to the graveyard, he bent his steps in the same direction. It was one of those quiet, still afternoons which induce thoughtful retrospection, and as Hubert walked Blowly forward, memory took a review of his whole life. His mother's watchful love, Walter's warm and holy friendship, his visit to Berkley, the cruel war, his and Marion's mutual love, his disappointment, his marriage, his wife's and mother's death, his loneliness and depression, his consecration of himself to God's service, his union with the Mahams, and his still devoted love for the "Lily of Santee." "But will she be mine?" he murmured, as he entered the cemetery and approached the graves of Dr. St. Julien and his little pet Annie St. Julien Maham. Marion sat upon the roots of a large tree which drooped over the graves, a basket of choice flowers was beside her, from which she slowly and musingly chose such as she wished to arrange into a cross, which she was mak? ing to place upon her old friend's grave. She too thought upon the past, the happy past?the sorrowful past, and with her sad thoughts her tears flowed freely but gently, relieving and refreshing her over? charged heart. "Marion, you are weeping I I trust it is for no new sorrow," said Hubert Gray, seating himself by her side. "No, no!" she said, smiling but sadly through her tears, "I have only been listening to echoes from the past. They must and will be heard sometimes, you know." "I too," he said, "have been thinking of the past, and with thoughts of the dead past comes a still living voice, a voice of the heart which you, my Marion, must listen to this afternoon, for it will not be silenced. "Eight years ago, a Federal soldier said to a Southern girl, will you be mine? The proud girl's proud heart silenced love's soft pleading voice and proudly answered, "A daughter of the trampled South may not wed a Federal soldier." This afternoon a soldier of the cross, a herald of salvation asks a Christian woman: Will you be mine, my helpmeet in my Heaven appointed work ? Dearest Marion, will you be the Christian soldier's wife?" The delicate white hand rested in his, and tremblingly fell upon his ear the sweet voice and welcome wordB, "I will, Hubert Gray; your labors of love I will gladly share! I have learned 'He doeth all things well,' and dare not cherish proud or angry thoughts." CONCLUDED. The Governor and the Harmon Tragedy. Governor Chamberlain is both elo? quent and imaginative when he contem? plates the awful majesty of the law in South Carolina. His proclamation on the public justice, for it certainly rises to that dignity, administered by the col? ored citizens of Edgefield County upon the savage murderers of Mr. and Mrs. Harmon, would read well in law-ruled England and in most parts of the United States. It would certainly read better in any other State of thisUnion than it does in South Carolina. It does not read well in South Carolina at the present moment, ?imply because it is inspired rather by the Governor's vivid imagination of what ought to be than by his knowledge of what actually is. Such an administration of justice as the citizens of Edgefield felt themselves called upon to resort to for protection of their property and of their families is as deplorable as the necessity which called for it. But a whole community does not openly turn out for such acts as this, un? less there is some overpowering convic? tion of necessity for their action; and though the Governor in his proclamation rises loftily above the level of the people, and soars m the clear ether of abstract principle and rieht, his attempt to brand the citizens of Edgefield as common mur? derers shews that he has a very imperfect conception of the actual condition of af? fairs in this unhappy State. The Gov? ernor, in his proclamation, declares that this State is not a new or imperfectly organized community, in which concerted violence must sometimes supplement or supercede the laws. The courts, he says, are everywhere accessible and frequent, but he does not say that many of our jnries are extremely uncertain in their construction of the laws, or that our jails are distressingly insecure. He makes no allusion to the jail break? ings, the murders, the highway robberies, the larcenies, the burglaries, the long catalogue of crimes of high and low de? gree, which in one form or another, the press is almost daily called upon to chronicle, and for which the laws of South Carolina as administered by the Earty of which Governor Chamberlain oasts, provide neither adequate punish? ment nor prevention. It is with reluc? tance that wc are compelled to point out the inconsistencies of the Governor's pro? clamation, and to show that it is defec? tive in that it does not really apply to the South Carolina of to-day. Nor do we by any means desire to encourage such tragic events as that which casts its gloom upon the good County of Edgefield.? We shall always be ready to lend the Governor whatever aid may be in our tower to lend in promoting the reign of iw in this distressed commonwealth; but we cannot withhold a protest when the brand of the murderer is brought near to the foreheads of good citizens who have only obeyed the promptings of duty in assuming a grim and painful function which the yitrl interests of society de? manded should be surely performed.? This is a question neither ot race nor of party politics. It is a painful episode of a painful era, and one upon which the Governor, we think, would have done j better to let the curtain of silence and oblivion rest unraised.?Charleston Jour? nal of Commerce. ? A wag who had rapped a piece of cloth, having the word "Centennial" on it, around an egg and then boiled it, so that it appeared plainly on the shell, sadly deceived a Connecticut farmer, who took it out of a nest where it had been {>laced and exhibited it at the office of a ocal newspaper as a wonderful manifes? tation of the hen's intimate knowledge of the history of the United States. ? A novel argument against acquit? ting a murderer when tried by jury is that the acquittal is a reflection ou the char? acter of the dead man, convincing the world that he was properly killed, and it would seem that a man's standing in the community, and not the law, governs in cases of murder, OUR CENTENNIAL LETTER. Events of the Week?The Centennial Committee -Exhibits of the Brazilian and English Governments. Special Corretpondenee of the Anderton Intelligencer. Philadelphia, June 8,1876. ?"Dese am rudder libely times we's babben now!" remarked the sable gea tleman who handed me my beef stake and onions the other morning at the Continental Hotel, "de wedder am fine and dar's a heap a people in town"?and he was right, for we have just passed through a week of delightful weather, such as I have seldom seen even in June. In general excitement it has exceeded the opening week, and I think the num? ber of visitors will almost equal that very* interesting occasion. Early in the week the Knights Templar began to pour in from every portion of the country, and as they came not alone, but in the majority of instances, those who were lucky enough to have wives, brought them alone, while the fortunate possessors of families ranging anywhere from five to eleven in number, were not forgetful of their marital obligations, and brought the dear little cherubs to see the fun too, and as a natural consequence, this extra addition to our population, as my colored friend remarked, "made tings rudder libely." The events of the past week have been numerous and important, principal among which, were the Deco? ration Day?the convocation of Knights Templar?the meeting of the Medical Society of Pennsylvania?and the meet? ing of the Social Science Association. In the closing portion of this letter I shall briefly notice each of these events, but trust I may be pardoned if I digress one moment to say a word in behalf of the Centennial Committee.. There are many excellent people in and out of Philadel? phia, just now speculating on the possi? bility of the financial failure of the Cen? tennial Exhibition, and who are con? stantly informing the public of this short? coming, and that lamentable oversight of the Centennial Committee in not adopt? ing their peculiar views?and are frank enough to say what they would have done if they were in the committee's place; wretched scribblers without brains enough to drive a seoond class fish, wagon, are constantly calling in question the wisdom and policy of the gentlemen having charge of the most gigantic under? taking of modern times, and requiring an amount of forecast and judgment fully equal to the government of a nation. It is barely possible that if the United States had been raked with a fine tooth comb, a few better men might have been found for the positions on the Centennial Committee than the gentlemen who now occupy them, but even that is exceeding? ly doubtful. Human wisdom has never been deemed infallible, and in all proba? bility never will be. Even the Almighty, whose judgment is unerring, having made his last and most perfect work, man, in his own image and likeness, in a little while repented that he had made him. Is it to oe wondered at then, that there have been some mistakes, some errors of judgment, some shortcomings of perform? ance ? Don't look at these spots oh the sun; look at the sun itself. Don't seek for what they have not done; look at what they have done, and if a man's judgment is not warped as crooked as a ram's horn, he must confess, without any disparagement to the exhibitions of other lands, that no grander exhibition than this at Philadelpnia has ever been given on the face of the globe. Having relieved my mind, I will now return to Brazil. On entering the pavil? ion erected by the Brazilian government, nothing impresses- you more strongly than the lightness and elegance of every? thing she exhibits. Spain looks gloomy and forbidding. Brazil is light, airy, beautiful. Near the door are cases of costly books, admirable in workmanship and rich in splendid binding, rare con? tributions to science and art, and worthy of .the great nation they represent. The show of cotton goods and cloths is not up to the standard of English manufactures, or of the products of the loom in the United States; still they have abundance of the raw material, and under their Sresent wise and energetic ruler, will no oubt avail themselves of the brains and muscle of other lands. The countries south of Brazil have long been famous for hides; here we have the manufactured leather, and it seems to me I have never seen its superior. The exhibition of manufactured articles of various kinds is also exceedingly creditable, as also are her numerous agricultural products of coffee, sugar ana .grain, ana give her a status among the nations of the earth for which northern people were scarcely pre? pared. But if Brazil were twice as big and as rich as she is, we could only afford to give her a passing glance, for a greater than Brazil meets you at every turn, a potentate by divine right in the arena of science and art, an autocrat in philoso? phy, a fearless apostle in religion, a daring demigod in war. I refer to those dauntless "islanders upon whose blood red flag the sun never sets, and whose reveille beat is heard around the world." I confess it fills me with admiration which I find it difficult to express when I see grouped in this comprehensive man? ner the grand production of England and her Colonies. When I look at the map of this, our mother land, and see that you might drop that seagirt isle within the limits of the State of New York, and then have room to spare. I say it fills me with admiration unspeakable, when I see the wonders she has achieved in every department of human knowledge. She meets you everywhere?go into the machinery department and her engines are among the finest and most substantial ever made by human hands?in cotton goods she has no superior in the world, and it is esteemed no small compliment to stand her equal on any of the marts of commerce; in silks she rivals the looms of Lyons; in carpets she is almost with? out a peer; in cutlery she is master of the situation; in silverware she need not fear to enter into competitiou with the artisans of any land, and in the million and one kinds of small items that go to make up the business of the world. She displays an activity and grasp that is marvelous to behold. Go where you will in any of the departments and there you see on great flags, Great Britain and Ireland, Colonies, or Colonial dependent cies, and when taken together there is nothing that man produces or secures by his labors or his genius; his courage or his perseverance, but what she seems to have a part in It. The sea, the earth, the air, in every land and every clime, are all compelled to pay her tribute. The contributions of a single colony are superior to that of many nations; and here her children are grouped around her so closely that she resembles some little women I have seen with exceedingly large families; and not by any means the smallest of her blood relations, is the young gentleman, Brother Jonathan, who is entertaining her so royally to-day, and of whom no doubt she feels as proud as she does of the most favored of her chil? dren. I have spoken of the magnitude and variety of her contributions. In her African department, you have as the spoils of her hunters, the tusks of the ele? phant, the skin of the springbok, 'the hide of hyppotamus, the feathers of the ostrich, no longer, however, a wild denizen of the plains, but a useful domestic bird, raised in flocks like geese or sheep, but yielding a richer tribute. The agricultural contributions are simply splendid, wheat, wine, wool, silk and a multitude of things too numerous to men? tion. Canada, too, looms up grandly, a mighty child of a mighty sire; with such elements of greatness as she displays, one wonders that they have not known more of it before. In agricultural machinery in particular she has made a magnificent display, and I should not be at all as? tonished to hear that she had borne off a freat number of the prizes. The West ndia Islands send rich contributions of sugar, coffee, dye-woods and other sources of tropical wealth. And right here is where you estimate the power of Eng? land. Every product from the equator to the pole is exhibited in some of her de? partments. No matter what any other nations puts on exhibition, she is there to rival tli em, roam among the splendors of the art gallery, and amid the congre Sated gems of genius from the world, are the statues of Cbautry and the paintings of Landseer, and the works of the multi? tude of grand apostles of art, who have made her name immortal. But I feel that my space is running out, and must devote what remains to the events of tb^e week. On decoration day we had a fine parade of the posts of the XJrand Army ef the Republic, who, in performance of a sacred and holy trust, went out to decorate the graves of their dead comrades who died in defence of the Union. One of the gratifying features of the procession was the tribute that was paid to the Confederate dead. Let the weeping mothers, and sisters, and widows who wait in vain for the coming of those who long years ago went out to do battle for the stars and oars?let their grief be softened, and their hearts cheered to know that the graves of their loved ones are not forgotten, but that kindly and loving hands with each returning year scatter beautiful flowers over them, even as they do over the graves of their own heroic dead. The procession was very imposing. In the reunion speeches no allusion was made that could hurt the most patriotic feelings of those so lately opposed to them; and seeing the graceful tributes paid by brave men to those who were once their foes, I could not help believing that this was indeed a year of jubilee and peace. The procession of Knights Templar, on June the first, was simply grand. They began to invade the city early in the week, they came from ever StPte in the Union, and such a welcome a. ? they re? ceived has hardly been seen ir the pres? ent generation, never before at the recep? tion of any organization have i. witnessed such enthusiasm. Such a cordial and hearty greeting; not only hotels and public halls were placed at the disposal of the Sir Knights, but private houses flung their portals wide, and the whole city seemed overflowing with the most lavish and generous hospitality. Here was no North or South, East or West, no divisional lines, no orthodox distinctions, but one grand homogeneous family, bound together by the sacred ties of charity, acknowledging the universal brotherhood of man, the universal fath? erhood of God. The procession formed on Broad street, and was at once grand and imposing. Embracing many thou? sands of the mystic brotherhood. In the afternoon their officers were installed, and in the evening there was an immense re? ception at the Academy of Music, at which the most distinguished people in the State were present. The Society for the advancement of So? cial Science has had a most interesting series of meetings, at which were present distinguished savans from all portions of the country. The Medical Society of Pennsylvania has also had an interesting session, at which considerable feeling was manifested at the admission of some Homoeopathic practitioners into one of our public institutions. Resolutions were passed condemning the disciples of Hah neman, and commending the action of a couple of young sawbones who resigned their official positions rather than receive the little pill doctors to respectable stand? ing among the medical brotherhood.? There has been no earthquake in conse? quence thereof and the world still rolls on. The attendance is increasing every day. On Tuesday last it reached* 44,000. An inoffensive gentleman was almost clubbed to death by a policeman. The big Krupp gun is nearly in position, and a Chestnut street heiress is reported to have run away with a rolling chair man. Country cousins, aunts, uncles, grandmothers and mothers-in-law are pouring in upon us by the million. We are delighted to see you all; but when you come bring your lunch and money enough to pay your ex? penses back home, for our money is all bor? rowed, and our spare rooms, let out to per? manent boarders. - BROADBRIM. Money foe the Schools.?The Col? umbia Union-Herald mentions a piece of "good news" for the teachers in the pub? lic schools. The State treasurer an? nounces his readiness to pay over $33, 333.33?there having already been dis? bursed $166,666.66, making a total of $200,000 out of an appropriation of 250, 000. This may be good news" to the teachers, who have continually been cheated out of their earnings ever since 1869. It may be a consolation to them to know that only one-fifth of their pay from the State will not be forthcoming for some time. A deficiency of $50,000 must be made up in some way next win? ter. Altogether the school system of this State, managed as it has been under Re publican administration, is about as great a farce as was ever acted under the guiso of law. School commissioners have h many instances been bo ignorant as to be incapable of gaining a third-grade certifi? cate before a respectable board of exami? ners, while others have been wholly in? tent upon making money for themselves. Of course these circumstances are not the direct cause of the deficiency, but they are readily suggested when we read or hear anything showing the inefficiency of the public schools. We believe the present school law to be a most excellent one: it doubtless combines all the fea? tures that have been found most advan? tageous in other States. But the difficul? ty lies in the continual waste and embez? zlement of the public money by corrupt men. As long as the legislature contin-; ues to levy the present excessive taxes, or as long as it continues to make appro? priations beyond the sums likely to be realized from the levies, bo long must we expect the public schools to be badly managed and the teachers poorly paid. By reducing expenses to a reasonable fig? ure, a moderate tax levy would amply suffice to run the State and county gov? ernments, and pay for schools the entire sum now appropriated. The colored people are decidedly the greatest sufferers in this matter, as they are far more de? pendent on the public schools than the whites. As long as they continue to be duped into electing to office men noto? riously incompetent, so long must there be discontent and suffering m the State. ? Winntboro Hem,' Gorernor Chamberlain's Action upon the Lynching Affair. State of South Carolina, Executive Chamber. Official information has reached me that, on the 23d day of Majp last, six per? sons, named Austin Davis, Stephen Lake, Larkin Hollo way, Jesse Lake, Jefferson Settles and Marshall Ferrin, charged with the murder of John L. Harmon and Catharine Harmon, his wife, at a place called Winter Seat, in the County of Edgefield, were forcibly taken from the custody of the sheriff of Edgefield County by a body of men, numbering several hundred, and immediately shot to death. The murder of Mr. and Mrs. Harmon, so far as the evidence produced at the coroner's inquest shows, was cold blooded and fiendish; but the subsequent killing of those charged with this crime by others than officers of the law, and in a manner not authorized by law, renders every per? son engaged in the killing a murderer in the eye of the law. No plea of provoca? tion, or of the necessity for protection I and example, can for a moment be admit? ted to justify such an act. This State- is I not a new or imperfectly organized com? munity in which concerted violence must sometimes supplement or supersede the ' laws. The laws of this State take notice of all crimes and provide punishment for all criminals. The courts are every where accessible and frequent. Nor_ were there special circumstances attending this affair which could give occasion or excuse for this defiance and overthrow of the law and its officers. The persons charged with the crime were in the custody of the officers of the law. Escape was impossible. If the county jail was deemed insecure, the citizens could have guarded it. ' A term of the Court of General Sessions was close at hand?a court in which the presiding judge and the juries could not possibly be charged with lenity toward such crimes. No grounds whatever existed for fearing Executive clemency after due ! conviction. During the term of office of the present Executive no person capitally convicted has been pardoned, and the sentence of no person so convicted has been changed by the Executive, except upon the urgent and combined recom? mendations of court, jury and citizens. And yet in the face of such facts, six citizens covered by the eegis of our laws, their .persons inviolable from touch or hurt, except by the hands of the minis? ters of the law, have been summarily, de? liberately, openly and ruthlessly slain, without legal trial, without proper legal scrutiny of the evidences of their guilt, and without the smallest chance of legal defence. To the horror inspired by the original crime is now added the horror which such lawless vengeance should everywhere inspire. The peace of so? ciety was broken by the first crime; but the supremacy of law was overthrown by the second crime. As the Chief Magistrate of the State it is my duty to warn my fellow-citizens of the nature and effects of such resort to violence for the punishment of crime, and to call upon all the officers and agents of the law to bring to just account those who have dared to usurp the awful prerogatives with which tne lawfully constituted representatives of Public Jos- * tice are alone invested. In testimony whereof I have hereto set my hand and caused the great seal of the State to be affixed this third day of June, A. D.f 1876, and of the Independence of the United States the one hundredth. D. H. Chamberlain, Governor. By the Governor: H. E. Hayne, Secretary of State. The following letter, on the same sub? ject, is addressed to Judge Carpenter, in whose circuit is Edgefield County: Executive Chamber, Columbia, June 8, 1876. Hon. B. B. Carpenter, Judge of Fifth Judicial Circuit: Dear Sir?I enclose for your exami? nation a copy of an executive proclama? tion having reference to the recent kill? ing of six persons in Edgefield County, charged by the verdict of a coroner's jury with the murder of John L. Harmon and his wife in said county. It is my duty to do all in my power, to cause the execution of the laws in all cases of their violation. The courts, and their officers and agents, are of coarse the chief means for the execution of the laws and the punishment of crimes. Over the courts I have no control, but in the present instance I deem it my duty to call your official attention to the mat? ters embraced in the enclosed proclama? tion, and. to suggest to you, with proper deference, that the attention of the grand jury of Edgefield County be directed to a full examination of the matters referred to, to the end that such judicial action may be taken as the dne execution of the laws may require and the facts of the case may warrant. It having been brought to my atten? tion that two women, named Matilda Holloway and Bettie Perrin, who were charged by the coroner's jury as accesso? ries to the* murder, are still at large, and that other persons still living were proba? bly connected with the crime, to a greater or less degree, I beg leave to suggest that measures should be adopted to bring these persons before the court, tobe dealt with according to law. In all possible ways it will be my duty to assist your Honor in this most extra? ordinary and painful affair. Very respectfully .your obedient servant, D. H. Chamberlain, Governor South Carolina. Country Papers.?An exchange combats with considerable vigor the ar? gument that the city weeklies are cheaper and better than the country papers. It asks, do they ever give you any home news ? Never. Do they contain notices for your schools, churches, meetings, im? provements and hundreds of other local matters of interests, which your county paper publishes without pay? Not an item. Do they ever say a word calcu? lated to draw attention to your county and its numerous thriving towns, and aid their progress and enterprise? Not a word. And yet there are men who take contradicted views of this matter, unless they are getting as many square inches of reading matter in their own papers as they do in a city paper they think they are not getting the worth of their money. It reminds us of the person who took the largest pair of boots in the box. because they cost the same as a pair much smaller that fit him. A School Boy's Composition on the Blackberry.?The "black" is a beauti? ful berry if you will let it stay on the vine. When mixed with doe they pre? set) t a very homely appearance. I do not like them, no how. They will do very well for woodpeckers, jaybirds and pigs, but I wouldn't let my little "pinter pup" touch them. They color the teeth and other things, bat yoa ain't going to get none of their stain in me. Mamma fed me on them when I was too small to help myself, but I don't intend to be stuffed with them all of my life. I have gone completely back on my "raisin" and am a little spilt, so I guess yoa Will have to trot up with something fresh. I'll be dogged if I can stand 'em. My teeth are fall of the teed now.