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BY E. B. MUBKAY & CO. ANDERSON, S. C, THURSDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 6, 1884. VOLUME XX.?NO. 17. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT ? JXOW IS YOUR BEST OPPORTUNITY TO BUY WaM?t* and Library Lamps! We are selling LANTERNS.-at bottompri ?ces?something every household should have. We have the largest stock of LAMPS in Anderson, and ask that yon come and see Elegantly Decorated Shades, NicMe Student and Hitchcock Lamps, And anything in the Lamp line that you can We have bought these Goods in large quaipies and at manufacturers* prices. Gall and get our prices before buying. m Nov 6,1884 . 17 MISS DELLA KEYS Has received a handsome asf ortment of F?LL ?ND WINTER MILLINERY GOODS, jfjno which she calls the attention of the Ladies, and asks an inspection of her Goods, JL as she is satisfied she can give satisfaction in both Goods and prices. . Rooms in WAVEBLY HOU8E BUILDING, first door above Simpson, Beid & Co.'s JDrug8tore. Oct2,1884 ' 12 2m GOODS WERE NEVER SO LOW. This fact We are prepared to Prove to our Friends and Customers who may favor us with a call. \ati5-are now receiving the largest and most carefully selected Stock of General Mer T V . chandise which:wo have; ever purchased, and will make it to yonr interest to ?call and examine for yourselves. We have added to the lines usually kept by us many new and desirable ones, embracing? Ladies5 Dress Goods, Flannels, Suitings, Shawls, &c, And the best COKSET on the market at 50c., worth $1.00. Also, a A LARGE LINE OF READY MADE CLOTHING, HATS, TRUNKS, UMBRELLAS, BLANKETS, SADDLES and HARNESS. Also, the Celebrated "NEW GLOBE" 8HIRT?the king of all Shirts. It needs only to be worn to be appreciated. We are agents for the Celebrated Mishawaka Snlky Piows, Cultivators and Hand Turning Plows. The "White Hickory" and "Hickman" one and two-horse WAGONS, every one of which we guarantee. The attention of Ginners and Farmers is culled to our? COTTON SEED AND GRAIN CRUSHER, By which you can crush your Cotton Seed and make your Fertilizer. Get our prices on Plantation and Gin House Scale?, Cotton Gins, Feeders and Con? densers and General Farm Machinery. We are at all times in the Cotton Market, and will do you right. We will pay all parties who owe us for Supplies and Guano an extra price. A large lot of BAGGING and TIES at lowest prices. McCULLY, CATECART & CO. Oct 2,1884 _12_ THE NEW FIRM. CUNNINGHAM & FOWLER, Successors to J. G. Cunningham & Co., dealers in DEY GOODS, GEOCEEIES, HATS, BOOTS, SHOES, HARD "W A. K, E , And a full line of EVERYTHING usually kept in a General Stock. Also, the world-renowned Dixie Plow. Agents for Mllburn and Old Hickory Wagons, and the Columbus Boggy, the best in the world for the money. par We want all the money that is due us this Fall on any account?Merchandise, Guano, or otherwise. The Books, Notes and Accounts of the late Firm of J. G. Cun? ningham & Co. are in our hands for collection, and must be settled in some way. - Thanking our friends for past patronage, we ask a continuance of the same. Come to see us. We will do you right. * CUNNINGHAM & FOWLER. Oct9,1884 * 13 ' i THE MAGNOLIA CITY. The Poet of the Sierras Discovers New Orleans, and In a Letter Treats of Its Pe? culiar Features and Varied Attractions. Correspondence of the Courier-Journal. New Obleans, Oct. 24,1884. I have discovered a city here, not far from the Mexican seas, which is built below the levels of the river. I have before me a city here where the wells are built above the ground. I have come upon a city here of nearly a quarter of a million people, where the graves are built on top of the earth. And the dead people in these graves which are built on the. top of the ground in the heart of this mighty and antique city outnumber the living. But notwithstanding all that this is a healthful and a delicious city. The wa? ter is not so bad after all. I have not yet tried the graves. New Orleans, on first sight, reminds me of a very pretty girl with a smudged face. And it is to be admitted that she is a pretty ' old pretty girl, too. And she knows a tremendous lot, I . can tell you. But for all that, she is a girl that you can't, help falling in love with at first sight to save your life. BY the BANKS Otf THE mightiest biv EB. It has n month and car) speak for itself, I hear you say. My friend, take off your hat, and be serious in his presence. Millions of thoughtful men of Europe would gratefully bare and bow their beads here. These waters come down to US' from the stormy North with their story of nearly thirty States. They have nourished and ministered to needs of a hundred millions of people. Their work is done for this year. They are oh their way to the seas to rest. They are entitled to respect. r have basked on the banks of the Amazon, gone all the way to the Ganges to see the worshipers of water, made my home on the banks of the Nile, but no? where have I found a river at all like this I have come upon here. This is a strong and swift ana sweeping river. It is up and doing and entirely alive. It is an American river in its fullest sense. An independent river is this, too, running on its own account, turning aside for neither Republican nor Democrat. Maybe it is running the Independent ticket. Maybe it is for St. John,, the cold-water man. And how few Americans have seen this mighty river, or eiither source or mouth. I know plenty or pretty Eastern ladies who are willing to be counted well traveled. Not one of them in ten ever saw this greatest natural wonder of the world. Lord Houghtou, to whom I dedicated my book about the Amazon, gave a din* ner in celebration of the little circum? stance, at which many American ladies were gathered. A pair of these beauties were diverting his lordship after dinner with the wonders of the Nile, which they had visited. Now, Lord Houghton owns about half a county of land in Florida, and, with a pretty clear eye to business, I suppose, it occurred to him to get some account of the Mississippi as well as of that tiresome and too familiar Nile. An Englishman's knowledge of Amer? ican geography is not very reliable at best, and it is nu disparagement to imagine that his lordship in bis mind's eye located his own Florida possessions not far from the banks of the mighty American river. You guess the sequel? But, ah, it would take a Henry Irving to depict the disgust on that old nobleman's face as he turned and silently waddled away from these cultured and traveled ladies who had not seen tbeir own wonder of all the civilized world?this majestic Mississippi, which had been all this time flowing in their back yard, unnoticed and un? known ! But it seems like profanity to prattle on and try to praise and call my country's attention to this silent majesty of waters. Ah, De So to, what a tomb is yours I It was time for you to die. The Mississip? pi's rushing banks were a fitting place for you to leave the world behind; his bo? som, his great strong breast a place to make the gods envious of your rest. Like Balboa after naming the Pacific, like Moses, indeed, when looking upon the promised land and the rivers of it and the place of rest for bis people, it was your right to die and remain forever a part of that which you had discovered to your people. It is hard to escape the immense fasci? nation of this vast surging, sweeping river before me here; hard to cease say? ing things of this tremendous' stream, this artery, the lite blood of our broad republic. And, oh, how the poets of old ?the poets when poets were upon earth ?would have loved this river 1 There is not a poem in the world worth reading that has not rivers running all through it, from the Meander and the other little rivulets around Troy, on down to the story of the unhappy Arcadians, whose final place of rest I can almost see from my household. All such places in the Bible are made green with running riv? ers. Paradise, that it might be of matehless elegance and eternal verdure, gathered three great rivers in one. This wouderous river here, like all things that are great and full of power and of splendor, is very still, very docile seemingly, as if it might be easily mac aged, lea or driven anywhere. But con? template its vast volume as its sweeps past 1 Its depth? 100, 200, 300 feet I That is the Mississippi river. And yet, you American mud-heads, you railroad makers, you hardly know we have such a river in tbe country. Shame on you ! But, sirs, you may need it, need all of it, every drop of it, to?water your stock. A thousand yeabs hence. The Tiber is, comparatively, a rivulet. But when the Romans permitted the trees about its source to be cut down, the roots of the fallen forests let go their hold upon the soil. Tbe leaves of the trees held back the falling rain no more. But down, down, down, the loosened soil, the leaves, the decaying rocks tbat rotted in the sun, all rolled down tbe little river together year after year; gradually at first, slowly for many seasous, many cen? turies, indeed; but each year as the mountains grew more bare, as tbe bed of the river grew more rank and full with sand and mud and muck, it began to leave its banks and grow audacious as a buccaneer. The mouth of the Tiber was filled full at last. Beautiful little Ostia, the city as its moutb, became a bed of fevers. And then, mark you, Ret a peg here, and do not fail to remember this? then, for tbe first time, was tbe word "mal-aria" made a part of the classic language of the Roman Emphe. The valleys from the mouth of the Tiber, even to Borne, began to back up and fill into malarious floods. Tbe Pontine marshes were formed and made famous as breeders of death. The Tiber filled up its bed and backed up even to the heart of the City of Rome. In .1872 I was rowed in a boat down the length of the Corso and into the Pantheon, where tbe tomb of Raphael lay seven feet under water. And all this because Rome sold her woods, her forests, for gold away out in the foothills. They should have been kept, even for tbe nightingales to sing in and wild beasts and wild birds to bouse in, if nothing else. Ah, every such ravishment must be paid for sooner or later. And Rome's penalty was to see her she wolf at the door of the tomb, her population reduced to 1,500, her place ou tbe map of the world nothing, for nearly a thousand years. I . witnessed year after year a more recent example. We denuded the foot? hills of California, swept the mountains into our great river, and deluged and ruined half a State. Our capital is to? day 10 or 20 feet below a dirty stream of disease that was once like silver, its bosom a tower of health. And so, with some knowledge on this subject, I was summoned before Italy to testify as to this, and I was sent with Garibaldi to look: at Ostia, 20 feet under the earth or the mouth of tbe Tiber. Briefly, this city of the Mexican seas here by the great river, this flower town, this Magnolia land, this city where you plant and gather tbe orange and the fig and all the sweet fruits that grow under the face of tbe sun, is only another Ostia. It is a dismal thing to say. But there are duties tbat must not be run away from. True, this wondrous river here is a thousand Tibers tied together. You say, and may believe, tbat it is strong enough to sweep its way forever ,to the sea. Not so. The soft, loose soil of twenty States contributes every hour to choke it up. The sand of Illinois fills its mouth. Go on denuding, destroying, defying nature; and a thousand' years will bury not only this city, this State, but many States. And the remedy is so cheap and simple. Sell no more lands up yonder in the North to be pillaged of all tbat nature Slanted here. Turn it back into forests, fature knew what she was about. Set trees along the banks of every stream. Keep out the fires, make parks, places of pleasure, turn your 100,000 old pensioned tramps in there to take care of these parks. And that, my neighbors of the North, will be "saving the Union" to some purpose. COMING TO THE CRESCENT CITY. All the way from Montgomery and down through Alabama and the State of Mississippi pines and lagoons, and lagoons and pines; so level, green and grassy I I wanted all the time, when we struck the pines, to get out and walk among, the trim, slim and open trees. The lagoons remind one of the approach? es in Venice. No sign of life for hun? dreds of miles, save now and then a yoke of oxen drawing a creaking wagon with its dozen barrels of resin and a "darky" asleep on tbe top; only a little cotton field dotted down here and there tight among the pines, little "darkies" standing there among tbe black stumps, bag at side, the while cotton in tbe black hand, standing still as the stumps about them, staring at the train as it dashed past. A thousand barrels of resin at each of tbe wide-apart depots, thecreakingox wagons with their barrels of resin, or the bales of cotton; the smell of pine forests in the air and all along as we dashed through Alabama and Mississippi. Then we come upon the home of the Hon. Jefferson Davis, of unhappy histo? ry. . ' Here we get a glimpse of the Mex?can seas to the left. The great broad sun has caught fire and is rushing down into the sea beneath him. And we are dashing on right 'gainst the sun as it falls into the sea. The Crescent City and the great river are fifty, forty, thirty miles away. Lagoons behind us and bayous before us and right and left of us. Little clumps of oak and ash and beech are springing up right and left from out the vast brown levels of marsh; and men hunt here for deer, thirty miles from the city, and shoot "canvas backs" by the shin load. On, on in the face of tbe falling sun. The sun is in the sea. But there is a conflagration of earth and of air. Tbe heavens are illuminated. They know we are coming. There is a scene of con? quest, of discovery as we come near this olden city by the great river, all in the face of the burning heavens. Ah, don't you know tbat if ibis sunset, this scene, this water and this land, this air and illumination were in Europe, the writers there, upheld, countenanced, encouraged by tbe country, would lift tbem up ii glory, so that all the world should be compelled to come and see? Yet you money-mad Americans, because you are looking in the mud for money and see no beauty, starve your scribes to death, and even deride them for daring to look na? ture in the face?for daring to love her and fall at her feet and call her beautiful. "LANDING" IN NEW ORLEANS. It is not pleasant?too much like New York. Yet it is something to know that if tbe cabmen are as numerous and as insolent as up North they are not so large, and you cau lick tbem if necessary ?and it is necessary. This evil imst be . curbed before the people come journey? ing down from the North. I demand this, as much for the sake of the poor cabman, who no doubt has his babes to feed and clothe, even as well as the rest of us. And be ought not to be put to the trouble of entering the cars and drag? ging his victims out by tbe hair or heels in order to get his load. That is too I much to ask of any set of baclcmen in the world. THE HOTELS. They are not very great, with one or two exceptions, or very good. But the private places of accommodation are said to be excellent and almost limitless. This is a city of homes, remember. The thousands of families who were ruined here by the war still have there houses, and many of them, I am told, are open for the accommodation of the coining so journers. As for prices, I pay $28 a week in what is called the best hotel here, or $5 a day, and am liable to be "fired out" at a day's notice any time, to give place to someone who has already engaged this little bed? room ; which is indeed too small for a bed-room, but a little too big for a coffin. I see tacked up all about tbe house, "Beware of Thieves," and the whole hotel has a sort of down-attbeheel atmosphere about it which makes one want lo get back into the Alabama pines we passed through the other day. Still I am comfortable, and enjoyment is mine. The food is first-rate; as good, if possi? ble, as in my dear old New York hotel. And that is the highest praise I know. This city is a famous place for food. A SUNDAY IN NEW ORLEANS. I arose at G my first Sunday, and took a car to tbe French Market. This famous place is dirty. I wish I could praise it, but it's impossible. Tbe place is posi? tively nasty?dirty water floating all about, dirty people hustling, bustling, shouting out their wares; and a smell that rises to heaven. Three hours in this famous place was not enough time to see it all, but enough to make me sick. Re? turned to my hotel, breakfasted and went to bear the celebrated Carolina preacher, Dr. Palmer?a strong man in every sense. Dinner, and then a four hours' drive with an editor, native of ihe city, about the vast Exposition buildings. More than fifty acres under roof! More than thirty acres in a single building ! "Will you get her ready ?" I asked. "Get her ready? We have fifteen hundred ham? mers driving every day. Fifteen hundred thousand nails every few hours will get her done mighty soon, now." The buildings are a rifle-shot from the banks of the Mississippi. The place is high and dry now, of course above all approach of floods; level as a lawn, green, cool, beautiful, with avenues of oaks that have no equal on earth; but the grounds are going to be muddy. The 1 ground is a deep black Oregon Camas muck; it is the mud of Illinois, in fact, worked over and washed down and made tenfold more sticky by its long transpor? tation. But of course planks?and there are plenty of them here?will keep your feet from the mud. It is going to be simply a tremendous success. I can tell you more of the details two weeks later. In the three great Expositions of the past I was sent to report upon the show grounds. I was sent to Vienna, to Paris, and also to Philadelphia, as I am sent here, long in advance of the opening; and I can only say that things here compare most favorably with the best prospects, as I remember them and recounted them, at these other places. And that is about all that I am justified in saying now. I will say this, however, to my friends and readers?and I have about a million, I believe?that any one who fails to visit this city and these scenes at this coming Fair, health and all things permitting, is simply silly. This city hopes to get some good out of the coming show. The main good, ray friends, will be to the North. You want to learn something of the size, the story, the glory and the splendor of your land. You want to see these people hero, too. A vanquished, beaten and impoverished people; < but brave, and good, and true, ana warm at heart as the sun above them. I am already assured, from what I see, that it is going to be the greatest thing of its kind that has ever been on earth. That is saying a very great deal, certainly. But bear in mind that outside of the million dollars, these brave sunny-hearted and show-loving people have perpetuated their Carnivals through all their trials and have long been celebrated for their matchless skill in getting up such things. So you can safely calculate that to miss.this Exposi? tion will be a life regret. But to continue, the Sunday's excur? sions. I went to see the "Bandit King" and "Bunch of Keys" at night, alternat? ing between the two theaters, which stand close together. The heat was too intense, and before the plays were over I went out, walked down Canal street, stripped and plunged into the river from the wharf, which slopes to the water's edge. Not a soul in sight, not even a policeman. The electric light made the water a sheet; of silver, and I did not see that the swift, strong river had caught me up in his arms aud was rushing on with all his might to the sea. Perilous! But what did it matter ? When I got back and sat catching my breath on the edge of the wharf I saw a lot of jet black bugs as big as mice sitting on the edge of the plank at my aide. I never saw such creatures in my life. Now and then they would dive off into the water. One of these bugs finally elbowed around, and lifting upon his bind legs, looked me squarely in the eyes. He had a mustache like the King of Italy. I fled precipitately, as soon as I could dress. I sauntered up Canal street two blocks and turned down a street to the right. I heard men calling out games and names which I had not heard called for thirty years. Up a wide, bright stair of brass, and gambling was betoro me in all its doubtful glory. A policeman looking on, good order, no noise except the men call? ing out their games. Twenty-seven tables going in this room. No woman in sight. The dealers were generally little pot-bellied and bald-headed Frenchmen. The language h.ostly spoken was English. I went out, down, up again; saw four other places, all so alike that.I need not mention them. I passed on, down a hundred yards or so toward the French quarter, and I heard wild, discordant music and the cracked and squeaky voices of matured women who were danciugand singing by dozens right and left; I pushed open some of the doors; the dingy floors were pached with men and women. It was time to go home. I wish I had not seen it all. I wish I did not, as a truthful chronicler, have to set it down here. It mars ray picture of discoveries and of the mighty scenes that have been before me. God, how pitiful is man, and how contemptible he can be, even in tbe presence of all this majesty of Nature. Joaquin Miller. . Intelligent?Educated?Learned. The English language is made up of such a varied combination, and is used so figuratively and allegorically, that one can hardly give utterance to an un? studied phrase but what ingenuity and (quick perception can construe into a di? versity of meanings; and so many words have nearly the same meanings that they are so often misused and mis-ap? plied ; more probably from a careless custom than from ignorance. The words intelligent, educated and learned are often used as though they bad the same meaning, although they convey entirely distinct ideas. Intelligence is an innate faculty of the human soul, that enables one to think and receiive ideas with a degree of com? prehension and understanding. Education is the cultivation and re? finement of the powers of understanding, and includes both moral and intellectual training. This term is usually applied to the early developments of the mind, when it is made capable of receiving learning. There are two kinds of edu? cation ; one we have given us at school, which only prepares us for the more sub? stantial one we get ourselves from the world. Human nature can never be learned from books; it is a knowledge others may acquire, but never impart; it constitutes an important part of our edu? cation, and can only bo gained by ming? ling with our fellow men. There is a great difference in people, and this dif? ference is greatly the result of our edu? cation. Learning is knowledge gained by research and study. It is erudition which a well educated man may not pos? sess. Knowledge is information gained by study, experience and observation. Wisdom is an endowment and is higher than knowledge with judgment and dis? cretion. Intelligence, education and learning are three great steps to the highest de? velopment of the human mind, neither of which can be obtained without the aid of the other. God places us on the first step; we make sure of our footing, and reach the others by our own efforts. The second requisite to this end is ap? plication. He who would acquire men? tal as well as human knowledge must never admit defeat or pause over a diffi? culty, but work steadily on to the end, that he may conquer every obstacle which comes in his way. "In the lexicon of youth," says Bulwer, "there Bhould be no such word as fail." ? Be loving, and you will never want for love; be humble and you will never want for guiding. A COLUMBIA WOMAN'S ROMANCE. Her Triumph, Her Downfall and Her De? capitation In Japan. New York, October 2G.?Soon after tbe war a moat beautiful young lady ar? rived in New York from the South. She brought letters to Thurlow Weed, Hugh J. Hastings and many other New Yorkers, vouching for high respectability in the South. Her family had lost heavily by the war. Soon the beautiful refugee won all hearts by her sweetness of manner and beautful face. Among her suitors was the wealthy Mr. John Beecher, who married her. Mrs. Beecher soon became famous as tbe most; beautiful woman in the city. She was beautiful in her lovely Filth avenue residence and graceful as a queen as she rode in tbe park. She led in beauty at the Jennie Park races. Her lovely face attracted Mr. Floyd Phoenix, who soon won her affections away from her husband. Tbe story of her relations with Mr. Phoenix ?,nd her shooting him as he went up the steps of his sister's mansion on Fifth { venue were narrated in every newspaper of the time. Mr. Phoenix had his ticket bought for Europe, but Mrs. Beecher's pistol so frightened him that he gave up his eitate-room and left New York quietly for Philadelphia. A week after Mr. Phoenix sailed for Europe. Mr. Beech er separated from his wife, though it almost broke his heart, and she followed Phoenix to Europe. Once in Paris her beauty captivated, not Mr. Phoenix, but Count Portaiiis, former? ly of the French Legation at Washing? ton. The first wife of Count Portaiiis, who was Miss Jennie Holiday, daughter of Ben Holiday, had been dead two years. Count Portaiiis took Mrs. Beecher to China, where he was an attache of the French Legation. On their return to Paris tbe Count's mo ney gave out and he abandoned Mrs. Beecher. In Paris Mr. John Beecher, who never ceased to love his wife, furnished her with money. ' After bewildering tie boulevards and turning half of Paris mad with her bewildering loveliness, she went to Japan with a French officer. A few months of love and extravagance and Mrs. Beecher ruined the officer and be returned to Paris, leaving ber in Japan. While there she won the heart and became the mistress of the Japanese Secretary of State, a very wealthy and highly titled Japanese. After astounding court circles with her grace, beauty and extravagance she at tbe end of a year bad a quarrel with her busband and went to live with another titled Japanese, but inferior in rank to the Secretary of State. Last week came tbe astounding news that the Japanese Secretary of State had prevailed upon the Mikado of the empire to have Mrs. Beecher beheaded. An official edict was issued and the once beautiful refugee from South Carolina was beheaded an4. her last husband imprisoned. Thus ends the life of a woman once known and ad? mired by thousands of people in our city. Her sad fate is the talk of tbe uptown clubs. [The above evidently refers to a some? what noted and very handsome woman, a native and former resident of Columbia ?Miss Mary Boozer. She was the reput? ed daughter of Peter Burton, her moth? er's second husband, but adopted by Dr. Boozer, tbe third spouse. The first hus? band was wedded ou his death-bed in Philadelphia ; the second died in a very singular manner in Columbia; the third suicided in Newberry, :;ind the fourth was abandoned by the muchly-married and really beautiful woman, whose remains now repose in .a pauper's grave in New York. When Sherman evacuated this city in 1865, among the hundreds who followed his army were Mrs. Feaster and her frail but lovely daughter Mary, or Marie, as she was pleased to call herself. A brief history of the exploits of this young woman in New York and other cities?for she traveled extensively?was published a few years ago, while she was living as the wife of Count Portaiiis in China. This is tbe first intimation, so far as we know, that has been given to tbe public as to her ."hereabouts and adventures since that time.?Columbia Register.] From the New York Truth, October 27. The story of the tragic death in Japan of Mrs. John Beecher, afterwards the Countess Portales, published yesterday, was tbe talk of the town. It Appears to have been known to a few of the unfor? tunate woman's friends, but by general acquiescence was kept as secret as pos? sible. Such a story, abounding as it does in tragic and romantic details, could not long remain untold, and now that it has reached print, many new and interesting details will doubtless be dis? closed. A prominent banker of this city, a friend of both Mrs. Beecher and also the Count, was called upon by our representative, and obtained the follow? ing additional particulars as to the man? ner of her death : After Mrs. Beecher, or the Countess, became tbe mistress of the Japanese Prime Minister she was informed that the custom of Japan toward the unfaith? fulness of a mistress. with death would be observed should she break her vows to tbe Prime Minister. The little woman laughed at the warnings and said she would only die in two ways, a natural death or by her own hand. As the mis? tress of the Prime Minister, one of the wealthiest men of Japan, her every wish and caprice was granted. Not content with anything, however, she deserted the Prime Minister and became the mistress of another officer of the Japanese Gov? ernment and openly defied her former lover. Fully aware that an attempt would be made to kill her she always went armed and. with a body guard. Among her many accomplishments she had by daily practice made herself an expert shot with the pistol. To all out? ward appearances she cared naught for the impending and terrible death which hung over her and which is regarded as inevitable. None of her gayeties were overlooked and she was daily seen at the public places in company with mou. warned of her doom. Warned to fly and seek safety in France or America, she indignantly de? clined. Fear certainly was not one of ber faults and her courage was remark? able. In less tban two weeks after her desertiou of the Prime Minister, Yeddo was excited by rumors of an attempt to kill the daring woman, but which failed through the bravery and devotion of her bodyservant, who was seriously wounded, from the effects of which iit was necessa? ry to send him to the hospital. Left alone and without anyone to protect her, the Countess still refused to take the opportunity of flying, but remained and nursed her wounded servant, whom she visited daily. she meets her death. Towards morning a week later than the first attempt two masked men ob? tained entrance to ber bedchamber. One concealing himself at the rear of the room, the other awoke and informed her of the fate which awaited her. Quickly drawing her revolver from under the pil? low she attempted to shoot, but the man stationed from behind was too quick for her. Overpowered and at the mercy of the fiends, she asked th<; privilege of being shot, but was refused. First gagging her to prevent any outcry, the wretches bow-strung her and pinioned her rtrais. The bow which crossed the back of the neck, and the string which came under the chin were then screwed tighter and tighter until the Countess died in horrible agony, and her body then thrown into the river, where it was finally found. Such was the fate of the woman who had all Parie -t her feet, who ruled in Japan, and who was the honored guest at the firesides of our be3t families. The Confederate Congress. In coming on here (to Washington) after we had talked of almost everything, Dr. Curry was asked some leading ques? tions about the Confederate Congress, and about why Jefferson Davis was made President of the Confederacy. He re? plied substantially: "There was noth? ing to develop great men in the Confed? erate Congress. Nearly all the legisla? tion bad reference to the war, and the debates were all in secret session, except such as were of no consequence. As to why we elected Mr. Davis President, there were several reasons. He had dis? tinguished himself in the Mexican war, bad been trained a soldier at West Point, and had been Secretary of War. We all felt that it was necessary 10 elect a man of military capacity and er perience, acquainted with the officers who v*ould come to us* Then, Mr. Davis had dis? tinguished himself in the United States Senate as a debater. He and Hunter and Benjamin and Toombs were the foremost men from the South in the Senate at that time. Mr. Davis was not an extreme man. He was a man of fine culture, and in all debates wbere scien? tific principles were involved he could take part with credit to himself. He was a man of stainless character, and his private life, as well as bis public life, was blameless. The people who say that the choice of Mr. Davis for the Presi? dency was a bad one should remember that the field of selection was a very re? stricted one. Virginia, .North Carolina and Tennessee bad n?Atben joined the Confederacy. Mr. Stephens bad been a strong Union man and had recently made very strong Union speeches. Georgia presented him, and he was elected Vice-President witb the hope of conciliating the South and uniting the whole people upon the great undertaking. I don't think there was much antagonism between Mr. Davis and Mr. Stephens. Mr. Davis took very few persons into his confidence. In Washington you will always find the Vice-President has very little to do in aiding the President in the discharge of his duties. Mr. Benjamin was probably the greatest man we had, as a thinker and speaker, while his ca? pacity for work was simply wonderful. Howell Cobb was another great man. As President of the Provisional Congress (in Montgomery] he held himself admi? rably. He had been Speaker of the old Congress, and, added to his large legisla? tive experience, he was noted for his great ability and thorough integrity. In 1850, when there was "great excitement in the South, looking to secession, Cobb was a Union man, and as such was elected Governor of Georgia. He was a Jackson Democrat in contradistinction from a Calhoon Democrat. He was Sec? retary of the Treasury under Buchanan, and resigned and went home to plead for secession. He was one of the wisest of statesmen, and many thought he would have made a better President than Davis. Howell Cobb was in many things very much like Senator Jos. E. Brown, whom I regard as a very able man. In the Provisional Congress Georgia had the strongest representation. It had Ste? phens, Toombs, the two Cobbs.Ben Hill, Frank Bartow (killed at Manassas) and Nesbit. Ben Hill was the ablest debater in the United States Senate, and his loss was irreparable. [ repeat, there was nothing to develop statesmanship during the war and since the war. This race question has absorbed all questions and overshadows everything else. No man, North or South, seems to grasp it in all its bearings. The negro problem more than any other in this country, or even in Europe, requires the highest order of statesmanship. Thus only can it be set? tled justly for both races. Our people do not see as they should that the prin? ciples of Christianity must enter into statesmanship. . In our protest against the union of Church and State we have fallen into the error of separating Chris? tianity from these great principles. An Unlucky Stumble. "Pa," said Samantha to Deacon Bod? kin, "what was that story you were tel? ling at the postoffice vesterday after? noon?" "Ob, nothin' much," said the deacon. "It was about some of his pranks when he was a young man, I'll be bound," said Mrs, Bodkin. "Oh, do tell us 1" chorused both girls. "Wal," said the deacon, "it was when I was jest about one an' tweoty, an' I was down to the grocery one day a-talk in' politics with the boys, when in came Black John." "Who is Black John?" asked the girls. "Wal, he was a curis old fellow, as black as the ace of shovels, as the fellow said. He was a character, Black John was. He used to drive a gray boss about, a-peddlin'. He was mighty proud of that hos?, and he bragged that be could beat any hoss in town a-trottin'. "Wal, Bill Trent, him as is Squire Trent now, was there, an' he bet Black John a gallon of molasses that he could beat the gray with his roan mare, in a race to the corners, round the old red school house an' back. Black John tuck him up an' the bosses was saddled an' brought round. Black John liked his gitf rpretty well, an' while he was fillin' up one of the boys?" "One of them !" said Martha. "It was you, I guess." "One o' the boys," went on the deacon, "got a clothes-line in the grocery an' tied one end to the ring in the back of John's saddle and hitched the other end fast to the feed trough in front of the grocery. One of the fellers went up the road a piece and dropped his haudkerchief for a start and they went off together. Black John give a yell an' dug his heels into his horse's side with all his might. The next minnit there was a spill. John fetched up witb a yank, fit to take his head off; the saddle girth broke; the hoss slid out from under John, laid his ears back and tuck lo the woods. John, ,of course, came down all in a heap in the road. "We all ran to help him up and to un? fasten the rope and get it out of sight. But he scrambled up before we could reach him and shook off the dust, and said: "Golly! If my hoss hadn't ?tumbled I'd a won that race, shuah." "You'd ought to be ashamed of your? self, deacon," said Mrs. Bodkin, "that you had a part in such a thing, and I don't see how you can laugh at it now. I do hope, girls, you don't never play such tricks on nobody. But you are both just as bad as your pa." ? Pay for your paper, and be happy. A SEW DRESS REFORM. Thousands of German? Now Wearing Woolen Clothing Only. London Times. The doctrine starts with tbe funda? mental principle tbat, being animals, we should wear animal clothing. Tbe ab? sorption by vegetable life of poisonous eminations from animal life is a process not limited, it would appear, to living plants, but continued by vegetable fibre, such as cotton, linen, &c, with the dif? ference that, while the living plant as? similates these emanations, the dead fibre cannot do so, but exhales them again when wetted or warmed. Thus our clothes, in consequence of their vegetable charac? ter, attract and retain those noxious prin? ciples which should, on the contrary, be thrown off with the greatest possible promptitude. On the other hand, ani? mal material, such as wool, is made by nature to protect animal life, and will not prevent, but assist tbe evaporation of the emanations coming from the body. This can readily be proved by the sense of smell. It suffices to wear clothes of pure wool throughout, and there is at once an end to tbe unpleasantness noticed in tbe linen underclothing, the cotton lining3 of tbe coat, &c. From these facts Dr. Gustav Jaeger, professor of zoology aDd physiology at Stuttgart, de? duces his medical theory, which has won innumerable disciples in an incredible short time. Dr. Jaeger points out that the .human body is most susceptible to disease when it contains too large a quantity of water or of fat. The presence in excess of these substances can be tested by the spe? cific weight, and tbe rapidity of tbe nervous action. But the specific weight must be given in proportion with the cubic measurement of the person, and this lai ter is not easy to ascertain. By the immeruiou of the body in a measured tank we have a rough-and-ready method of gauging its cubic capacity, which must correspond with tbe displacement of the water. Dr. Jaeger, however, has constructed an air-tight chamber where a column of mercury records the amount of compression brought to bear upon the air by the introduction of a foreign body or person. Out of (55 men, thus measured, Dr. Jaeger found that tbe litre weight varied from 764 to 1,060 grammes, difference of almost 40 per cent. To test the nervous activity a sixjp-watch is employed which can record the two-thousandth part of a second. The operator sets the index hand in motion, which has then .to be immediately stopped by tbe persou under? going the test. Tbe difference between the two readings records tbe time needed for the excitation, produced by the sight of the moving handle, to' run its" course through the eye, the optic nerves, the brain, the n?rves of the arm, and finally to reach the muscles which actuate the finger that stops the watcb. Experi? ments conducted in this manner showed in one instance that the rapidity of action after a Turkish bath increased to the ex? tent of 13 percent. What is now known as Dr. Jaeger's sanitary woolen clothing is so contrived^ as to obviate these evils. The* clothing consists, for men, of tight-fitting'stock ingette undergarments made of pure un dyed wool fastened over the shoulder, and of double thickness over the breast. * The coat or jacket is double-breasted, buttoned well up to tbe throat, contains no lining nor padding unless of pure wool, and is either undyed or treated only with uninjurious fast dyes. The same rule applies to the trousers, while the waistcoat is either dispensed with alto? gether, or it forms and inner flap affixed to tbe side of the coat. Inside the sleeves and tbe trousers legs there is a contriv? ance, which fastening tight round the limb, prevents up-draughts; for cold, rheumatism, lumbago, &c, are caugbt by the sudden rush of cold air to one particu? lar part of the body, and not by the gradual cooling of the entire system. The feet are clad in pure woolen socks with divisions for each toe, while the upper part of the boot is made of felt, the lower part also of felt or of porous leather, and tbe inner soles consists of perforated leather and kyers of felt. Thus the boot is thoroughly porous, and the feet are consequently kept as clean and as pure as tbe hands. By doubly protecting the front of the body where the blood vessels converge, these are stimulated; and, as an even temperature throughout is maintained, the necessity for greatcoats is obviated, rain or damp having little or no effect, for in every case etadual and even evap? oration is ensured. While they are the best protection against cold, these clothes are also the coolest in Summer. Little or no change need be made between Winter and Summer, at least in the tem? perate region; and means have been found by which this system can with equal facility be adopted by women. Nor can a "woolenite" be easily dis? tinguished from the "woodeniles," as the wearers of vegetable fibre may be called. The substitution of a collar made of unstarched white cashmere for the cus? tomary starched linen collar is the most conspicuous feature in the dress; other? wise it would be difficult to detect tbe disciples of this system. Tbe cashmere collar, however, is not only the most comfortable, but is a preventive of throat disorders. All these precautions taken during the day must be continued at night. The bed must also be free from vegetable fibre. The linen sheet must be replaced by woolen blankets or camel-hair rugs, with white cashmere sheets if preferred. The mattress and i:he pillow should also be stuffed and covered with wool; but when thus protected the sleeper need not fear neither cold nor change of temperature, and is, therefore, urged to keep his win? dow well open at night. Indeed, the pos? sibility of thus securing pure air in the bedroom without risk is one of the most important advantages of the system. In reward for this great change in tbe mode of living the action of the skin is so stim? ulated that the noxious principles, the "bad humors" our forefathers so often spoke about, are soon given off and evap? orated. Corpulence is reduced, the flesh becomes firm and thoroughly "hardened," while the acceleration of nervous action and a general improvement in the physi? cal and mental working powers is dem? onstrated by the stop-watch test. Then, according to Dr. Jaeger, the body has re? sumed its "normal" condition. . l lSuch, briefly is tbe reform in clothing approved and carried out by thousands of Germans, not a few Russians and some Englishmen, and which has been intro? duced into our midst at tbe South Ken? sington Health Exhibition, and by the opeuiug of a dej30t in Fore street, where articles of every description in connec? tion with the sy.'item are to be seen. ? If your horse, gets frightened at any unusual"sight or noise, do not whip him, for if you do he will connect the whip? ping with the object that alarmed him, and be afraid nf it ever after. If he merely shies at an object give him timo to examine it, which, with some en? couraging words from the driver, will persuade him to pass it. You get frightened, tpo, sometimes, and would not like to be whipped for it. .