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COMPETITION PADGETT LEADS ALU OTHERS! —-— s . WALNUT BEDROOM SUITES, io^IECES, $42.50. A NICE BEDROOM SUIT^iS.oo CT EVERY KIND AND EVERY VARIETY OF«FlT<tNITURE. JU COOKING STOVES AT ALL PRICES. ' PADGETT’S FURNITURE AND STOVJE HOUSE. 1110 and 1112 BROAD STREET - _ _ - AUGUSTA, GA. BTRefcr you to the Editor df thia papar. BE FORGOT. Importer of Jind Wholesale and Retail Dealer in Fine Cigars, Smoking and Chewing Tobacco, Wines, Brandies, Whiskies, Gin, Ale, Porter, &o. 6.17 and GS9 BROAD STREET - - - AUGUSTA, GEORGIA, ry Country orders accompanied with the cash promptly alien:led to. " ft lay fi AM tfoi FINE CLOTHING, HATS AND GENTS’ FURNISH ING GOODS, BUT I. L. STANSELL, 746 BROAD STREET, UNDER GLOBE HOTEL, AUGUSTA, GEORGIA, God's lubanweL Like the channel 7>f b mighty Htot, God mtule toon Of autti, a (Miureo ■ * Throwfh which ho moaaa his bounties to liver; Wealth, love or Icarntng to Speed on eoursc To all this sufl'erinjr worhl. He who retains V«r soul, or broina. Ts grand endeavor, s pride and selfish. Ttie riches of )<M puno. For his own use. defies G< And chokes with weedso! ness. And rank, vilo growths, tbs bedway of that ri ver. Whose stagnant waters—meant to heal and IdcRS— Grow poisonous in their turbid overflow. And bre<-d disease, and countless crimes alii W(X!. Is thy life crowned by knowledge and affeo- li< n? Hnst Him txs.n prosporod In a worldlr wayf In thy heitit g cliuiuiel gaze with elose inspeo- tinii— Fee if foul weeds fill up Its course today. Or do It* » holi-some waters run forth free. Bo men may drink and share thy joy with thl*? —Ella Wheeler Wilcox In the Utlea Observer. SINNING FOR LOVE. Cnti gel away with them all in the wuyof FINE CLOTH ING, HATS AND GENTS’ FlRNISHING GOODS for this Fall ami Winter in the very Latest Styles and at Prices that astonish ever}body that look' atTtLcm. He means to outsell them all. Give him a trial and yon will go home (jest pleased man in the State. Li?' Don’t forget the place. it I. L. R T .A- 1ST S IT' Xj L, K. 46 HR OAD STREET. UNDER fiLOBE HOTEL, AUGUSTA, GEORG FLEASl RK AND FROFIT TO ALL. WATCH AND JEWELRY REPAIRING AND FULL LINE OF GOODS. Dealer in Diamonds, Watches, Clocks and Jewelry, "g'J Broad Street, Over hill, and dale, and soft green meadows, fell the golden haze of a summer afternoon. A dreary silence tiilcl the air, unbroken save by the hem of the bees and twitter of the birds in the trees. Under the branches of a drooping tire a girl was standing, a girl fair and young, more than passing fair. Only at this moment the beauty of her face was marred by the expression of bitter hate that darkened it. while her eyes rested on a slight eminence that rose a few steps away. # She was in the shallow, and on the mil another lady and a gentleman were standing. The girl, Uleta Manvcrs, watched the ,ove s. for such Hester I>eigh and Guy Singleton most certainly were, her eyes glowing, her breath coming quick, ! her hurt, little hands clenched convul- | sively. “Shi 1 will never he 1 cried passionately; would take her life hands. ” < Suddenly, almost at her side, there broke turtli, low, clear, and sweet, and full of an almost agonizing pathos, a ; girl's voice in the ballad: “Do not trust him. gentle ladv. Though his voice be low undgi*eet: Hi «1 not him who kneel* before thee. Gently pleading at thy feet.” A swift change passed over Cleta Mnnu-rs’s face, and she turned in the 1 direction of the sound and came faoe to face with the singer, a gipsy girl of perhaps eighteen, a girl with a rich, dark loveliness, hut whose face his wife!’’ she •lieforo that I with mv own was and whose great dark eyes were pain and despair, as well as Opposite Central Hotel, Augusta, Ga. GRANDYS & ZORN, ROUGH AND DRESSED LUMBER. Contractors and Buildeis, Manufacturers and Dealers in all kinds of I.nm- l»cr and Building Material. Wc are prepared to take contracts or gi\e esti mates on all kinds of buildings. Our Saw and Planing Mills arc at “Grandys,’’ S. C., postotflee Windsor, S. C. Wc also keep in stock at our yard on corner of Watkins and Twiggs Sts., Augusta, Ga , h>1 kinds of material us above stated. All orders sent to either place will he promptly attended to. We are, respectfully, GRANDYS A ZORN. Jas. W. Turley’s SEASONABLE SUGGESTIONS TO SENSIBLE I’EOPLE. tier hand on the girl’s said; ID 1R, Y Gr O O H) S. Knowing full well that our jieoplc in general arc ecouotnizing, yet desiring First Class Dry Goods, and seeing they know how to appreciate them, I Lave determined to give them the full bcncHl of my extraordinary purchases, and dispose of my Stock of Goods at the smallest profits. GRAND DISPLAY OF FALL AND WINTER IMPORTATIONS OF DRESS GOODS!! Embracing the verv Latest Novelties in Fabric Colors, and intermixtures of colorings of the most pronounced and RELIABLE STYLES AT POPULAR PRICES, In Plaids, Brocades, and Solid Colors, Iroin 10 cents per yard up to the finest. tyTHE NEWEST SHADES IN SILKS AND SATINS.^ A handsome line of Velvets and Velveteens, comprising all the new and pretty shades from 50 cents to the finest Silk Velvet. An elegant line of Black and Colored Gros Grain Silks from .50 cents per yard up to the finest quality; also a complete stock of Black and Colored U. D. Cashmeres, a celebrated make. Jackets, Ulstcrettes, Peiiscs, New Markets, Circulars, Jerseys. Handsome Jackets from $2.25 up to $15.00. Shoulder Shawls, 25c, 35c, 50c, <5g. Large Shawls, 2 yards square, $1 and $1.50 each. Large Wool Shawls, black and colored, $2, $3, $3.50. Ladles' Cloth and Flannel Skirts, 50c. to $2 each. White Blankets, $1.50, $2.00, $3.00, $4.00 to $10.00 per pair. In our Woolen Department can be found one pf the largest as well best assortments of Kentucky Jeans, Kerseys, Cashmeres, Rcpcllants, Proofs, Diagonals, Broadcloths, &c., all at bottom prices. Plain Red and White Flannels from 15c. per yard up. An extra good quality in Red Twilled at 25c, 35c, 40c. and 60c. Opera Flannels in all shades; also Basket Flannels, in the new Fall colors. Dark, Gray and Blue Gray Skirt Flannels. Bleached and Unbleached Cottou Flannels from the lowest prices up to the very heaviest quality. Thousands of doiene Ladies’, Misses’ and Chlldren’s Fancy Hose at 10c. up to the finest, and fresh stock. The Sooth Carolina Seamless Hosiery, in Men’s Half Hose, New Fall Mix tures; also Ladies’, Misses’ ami Children’s, in Fall colors. QT A visit of IjumacUonU tie sired. No trouble to show goods. as the Water TURLEY, St., Angwflte, Gm. CL1VXLAND IS AHEAD IN PQLXTCS, -BUT WE LEAD IN- wstNiTUEue: ? iOUR MOTTO, tike his, is “Reform”—Old High Prices mutt get oat of the way and give way to the New Low Prices. We boy tot Cash, hence are able to get the Bottom, as oaf Prices will prove. (Read and wonder. % K SOLID WALNUT MARBLE TOP SUITES, WITH TOILET WASMSTJND, TEN PIECES, F0R NITTY DOLLARS, Thia la what Cash does. We have Suites from this ip to $500. We are now fitting up two Hotels, who bought’ as cheap from os as thev oonld boy from the foctorioa, and a little obeapor. We defy all competition. Call and sec oe. All mods packed and shipped free of charge. OWl.ES & (X).. —• paled, filli of mailin' < ’leta laid shoulder. • Have y ou seen him yet,’’ she “have you seen Guy Singleton?" I’lie girl's eyes grvw wild. • I \i.ll never find him, never, never! I ha\i wandered far and near, but I see him not. He is gone, gone for ever, but 1 must tind him;” and then she turned in the direction she had come, and fled down the pathway. Uleta looked after her. “I'- love woman's curse?” she said, “Has it tx-en yours as well, fair Cleta?” and a pair of dark, flashing eyes were looking into hers, and a dark, mocking face smiled at the ter ror that actually whitened her lips. A low cry left her lips. “Vernon {singleton alive. n ' she gasped. “Alive and well, and as angelic as ever,” ho answered. “As G, ndish,” she said; then sudden ly: “I thought you dead, and you are here.” “And gloried in the thought, no doubt; and here I am, my oeloved wife.” Her eyes Gashed. “Do not dare to repeat that,” the said. “I am not your wife. There was nothing in that ceremony that bound a child to you—a child, mad with passion and t>nin.” “Yet woman enough for that pain to ‘ome from love, and unrequited love, aa it is still, I sec;” and his eyes rested on the eminence where Hester and Guy still stood, unconscious of the watch ers. “I am afraid he is lost to you for certain, now—even if I did exist no longer. I think you may give np, my dear.” Then changing nis manner: “Listen, Cleta,” he said; “I will never claim you if you help me In this plot" “What is it?” Vernon talked low and earnestly for awhile, and Cleta listened silently. “Meet me here to-nijjht,” he said in conclusion, “and we mil settle the best way to manage it” The next instant she was alone again —a new tempest of rage in her bosom. “The fool!” she said; ’Sloes he think I would trust him? Ho has signed his own death-warrant.” She met him that night, and listened while hv further explained his plan. The moon shone pale and high, but as he turned to leave her It passed behind a mountain of clouds, and then Then a pistol gleamed in Cleta’a white hand, a shot rang out on the night air. and the man fell forward dead—shot through the heart. The woman bent over him. Yea, he was dead. Down below, the river ran deep and dark, and without a moment’s hesita tion, with almost superhuman exer tion for her, she dragged him towards It. It was terrible work, but she never E aused, though her faoe grew palHd, er eyes wild withfoaiv • - * One last effort—a terrible ominous thud. The body had sunk below the water. . She went home and entered as she had left, unobserved, and threw her self on the eouch, not to sleep, but to think of her crime and wonder was she safe. i She was aroused, however, in a few hours, for she hid fallen at length into a deep doze; by the cries df Raster. “Corqe quickly,” Hdster cried; “uncle is dying. Be quick, Cleta.” Cleta leaped to be? feet, her heart beating. Only aa eld mea dying, Ah, heaven, what had she leeredr Even to her soul Ate feared to whisper that. Yes, their uncle, or more properly speaking, their grand-uncle, was dying, nay, almost dead; the kind' eld Ju t who had brought them ttb from child hood. v- U! :t y v “Where Is—Wheire is GeyF’ the dy ing man said. ? In a few mhmUe Us 'adapted son •food at the bedsMet The old man who had been more than a falfaeV to hhn, and was a dis tant relation, for the true name ae well aa name by adoption of Guy wae 8ln- f leton, wae ahnCet past speaking, but e pointed to the gins. ‘‘Either of them, Gay, Ice you—you He said no move—Us soul had passed toitaGed. Two days later they laid him to rest in the grave, and thesi, kt the dim old library, the will was read. Ho gave and bequeathed all he pos sessed to his adopted son, Guy Single ton, on condition he wed Cleta Man- vers, or Hester Leigh, within the year. To his other grand-niece, the one whom Guy did not marry, ha left ten thous and pounds, to be paid out of the es tate on Guy’s wedding-day. If Cleta Manvel* whs a beauty, so was Hester, of a different type, a differ ent and a nobler. Cleta was fair ae a Illy, with golden hair and eyes of cerulean blue, while Hester’s eyes were deep, soft brown, her hair enustnut, thick and wavy. Cleta’s face was rose-tinted and dim- f iled, while a flush seldom stained the air, pure pallor of Hester’s delicate face. With all the passion of his heart, Guy loved Hester Leigh—his pure-eoaled darling, he called her—and any one might know, when the will was read, that she would bo the chosen mistress of the stately home where the girls had spent their lives. Up and down her own room Clete walked. He loved Hester, and the girl she hated would have love, wealth, poeltioo, while she would have ten tnousand pounds. “I would dye my hands red again,” she cried, “before Hester should reign here triumphant After all, my crime might as well not hare been; yet I could not have trusted him. Had he lived, 1 cannot tell what trick he would have played me. “I was to destroy the will, and then as nearest-of-kin he would inherit all, and to me he would give one-third. But the fool, to never dream the other plot in my mind, which his coming would thwart—a plot that will at least f art Hester and Guy, and then perhaps will win him. It ts my last hope.” Whatever' her plot, she played it well, for when, three or four months before the expiration of the year, Guy asked Hester to be his wife, she simply answered him, "No.” She gave no explanation, only turn ed colitly away, but had he seen her in the seclusion of her own room, he would have known, no matter what had caused her refusal, that she loved him. “My love, my love!” she cried; “though all unworthy, I cannot tear you from my heart” Ah, what weeks would have been saved—at least, what weeks of agony, had Guy known the truth, had he known of a gipsy mother who accused him of wrecking her child’s life, had cursed him with a mother's curse, for the gip sy girl who had stood under the tree, then fled at data's words, lay in her f rave, and her last words to her mother ad been the name of her lover, Guy Singleton. “My curse around him and around the woman he weds,” she cried in her frenzy. Was it any wonder, then, that when Guv Singleton asked Hester to be his wife, white and trembling she refused, turning coldly away from his pleading. It was then that Cleta played her cards well, for Guy found a sym pathizer in her, and, maa-like, Guy found sweetness in it—at least, a balm for the time for the blow Heater had given him. Then it dawned upon him that this girl, with her eyes of blue and hair of gold, loved him with a passion he had never dreamed of. What man is not flattered by a wo man's love, parHeularly if the is young and beautiful—and thia girl was both. With soft, sweet smiles she won him. Not that hie heart yielded to her spell, but his senses, dazzled by her smiles and sympathy nnited, put his better judgment to flight, though his heart was, and always would be, Hester’s. One of the girls he most wed, or leave them both penniless. Ah, had he dreamed of Hester’s pain and hopeless ness of heart he might have less quickly fled for consolation to another. A few months inter—almost at the expiration of the year—Gay Singleton made Cleta his wife. Crime and sin had conquered. She was mistress of her ancle’s wealth and wife of the man she adored. She knew her husband did not love her, but she had triumphed. In time he would learn to love her. She win his love. Yes, she had triumphnd; bat did the memory of the man she had sent before his Judge oease to haunt her morning, noon, or night? Hester bore her pain in aiianoe. If gentle, she wae far from weak, and though her faoe grew paler, her eyes more dreamy, none dreamed of the weary days and wakeflbl nights that were hers. She had loved Gay with all the strength of her heart, but he had proved unworth; most though it lay loved him ay. Did the knowledge—had the knowl edge killed her k>yer No—a thousand times no! Love 1* bleeding. Ah, ho# weu sbe she never knew till he urea too husband of another! Her lifc stretched bare aad hopeless before her, death would have been wel come, or at least she beHsvud it would have been, in the first great doeoktiou of her soul > Bat then in Cleta’s triumph—In the very height of tt, toe halt dT God’s vengeance fsll, whan tho end of all things oamo. One day wfcUl out riAng, a leaped from a grove near whan was passing. A wild cry loft her Bps. Dead or alive, Vernon Siagktoa stood before her. Heavenly father, what dMteunoe did it make? DeUdt had ho oeae to hanat her—hviag, to dsag Mrflmm her hi^h estate? mocking kofh hnto* the retfred. man s ups then—then the rose on its hind logs,* aad. Clem hrf white and senseless ah toe Without a look of _ ;lanoed down on the marble the pallid lips bbW flecked Vito 1 then tnrnea ahd feft her there till < ' ‘ h# others ’ound her. 1 They carried her home, hut the doc tor’s verdict ended all hope. She most die. t Ah, what change comae to) cur spirit at the hoar of death. Then* indeed, tho eyes sbe clearly, add a terrible fore knowledge (hat fills the soul with awe comes to ns. '[ Knowing that it was her‘death hied, knowing teat all she had sintod for was going from her now, she sent for Hester and Gay, and told them all. The story of her marriage to Vernon, whom his unde had disinherited shortly after (or his wild career. How, when all believed him dead, ha returned; and then the story of bar crime—her crime that had toiled, for consciousness had come back' to Ver non when he struck the water, and the wound was scarcely even dangerous. Then she turned to Hester. _ “Hester, 1 led that gipsy woman to believe that Gay was the lover who wrecked her danghter’s life, but it wUs Vernon." Her breath came short and labored, and a gray shadow fell over her face. “Guy—Guy—I—I- Ah, God have mercy r’ The next instant she was pleading before His throne. One year later Hester and Guy were married, but they never speak Cleta’s name, which, if not forgotten, is not willingly remembered, save by Hester, whose gentle heart cannot think bat with pity of the beautiful, sin-etained woman who lies in her grave. Vernon Singleton never came near them, but he sent a messenger for some money, which Guy gave, and then he passed from their lives for ever; and then the past was forgotten by Hester and Guy—the past darkness that had ended in a happy present, and a future full of hope. Webster and Uts Wllfe. IS Mrs. Webster, whose maiden name was Caroline LeRoy, belonged to one of the old New York families, and was in many respects a remarkible woman, although like tho wives of many men of great attainments she was never not ed for any literary talents. She was tall and fine looking, very erect in fig ure and had a complexion which a Philadelphia belle might be proud of. She was vety particular about ner dress and disliked anything not In the pre vailing style, not wishing to adhere to by-gone fashions, as so many old ladies do, though her inherent good taste was always seen in a desire to have suitable toilets for every occasion. When she told hbr numcroos and impls experiences of life, we shra were interested in listening to tnii^gs that pleased her most—how Mr. Webster used to call her the "Lady Caroline,” of their evening walks, and, indeed, many of her reminiscences were very entertaining, were they lese frequently or more coherently carried out. Mrs. Webster always read the news papers, and though it is doubtful if she ever fully realized that she was almost alone in her generation, some names took her back over a lapse of years,and she recalled persons vividly. At the time Caleb Cushing was appointed Minister to Spain she remarked: "He was a very agreeable man; 1 knew him well.” She also said: *T wonder why he never married?” The old lady was always a great advocate of matrimony. We once asked he? what she thought of Henry Clay. "Oh,” she replied, "Mr. Clay was the thinnest man I ever aa#- He was a great man aad a magnificent speaker —not equal to my husband.of course.” One day in reading Sir BL Holland’s letters we saw an account ef a dinner given to Daniel Webeter aad. Ms wjfls when in England. Ws menUoned this to Mrs. Webster, and she was verv anx ious to see the book. A chord m her memory was touched, and long dor mant memories seemed to awake. She related various little incidents of her travels abroad, bat, though they were then so feted and made much os, there was no assumption of dignity on her part; she merely took the attention paid her as her one, being the wife of a great man, the Secretary of a great Nation. She mentioned driving out in a barouche with the Queen ana driving with her merely ss she would had she done the same with aa acquaintance hi her own rank of life. She said: “Queen Victoria is a looking person, bat an excel man and very sensible. I have seldom met an American lady at a dinner party dressed as plainly and with as tittle taste.” The Hon. Alexander Stephens oaee said of Darnel Webster: "I think Web ster was the wont slandered man I ov er knew. It is the general impression in the country to-day that Webeter was a great drunkard. You hear it spokan of even now whenever Ms name Is msn- tioned, but H is an ootrugeoas slandUr. I will tell yon what I know aajnell For six years while we were both in Con gress I lived next door to him. His house was as familiar to me as my own garden. I was In these a great deal and he was as often In mine, sad in all the time of mv acquaintance with Mna I never saw Webeter when he was in the least affected by liquor or anderthe influence of it in any way- * I hive dined with bhn at his house sad mine. I have met him at dinners aad aitfre outside and 1 paver sa# kite In toe least inebriated. I never Maid of his being Intoxicated bat twice, pad on one of these occasions—a dinnsr—he made a speech.that tree grandly eloquent” Timet. « W" ' ' ■ A Presbyterian doctor of divinity ones said to are at a General Assembly: "Yon aewsaapsuMa mast hate duser views of tofap. Yon are always look ing on and never taking part Year knowledge sad habits of thought mast be vary clreuoifsfuaUal nadsaperfleinL I suppose now your idea of toe Day of Jndgmeat 1* that you sriU have a ta ble off afdae side aadl report EDO AS AL LEN VOtS, wi 1 hrtusB ml vfl- 1 mmmm WkaaBaPs Twenty minutes ride from the Gcuad Central depot, writes k New York cor respondent or the Troy Phase, ns to the beautiful and historical lags of lordham, fat tost ward, and taming to the left station and passing tween the tnoes-covured walls, aad great old te Klngshrklge road, we soon reach 1 thb last residence of the most famous of American posts, Edgar Allen Poe, around which duster so many sadly in teresting reminiscences of the man who was at ease the most distinguished and most unfortunate of our purnly-nattve writers. The place consists of a one* ‘and-a-half-story-house, with a lean-to additfcn on one aMe and abroad veran da on two sides of the main building. All are picturesquely overgrown ami covered with vines and creepers, and a number of grand old cherry trees in the yard throw n massive shade npon the veranda. This all stands in tho center of about two acres of soft and velvety greensward. Near the house is a syringa bush planted by the poet, and on one ef the trees in toe orenard are his initials, out by himself, but which now hare lost much of their shape by elongation by the growth of toe tree. Back of the cottage stands the pins un- dsr which Poe was in toe habit of re clining for an hour at a time, "dream ing dreams no mortal over dared to dream before.” Here, in 1846, Poe moved with his child-wife (she married at 14) and bar mother. Buried among the trees with the scent of heliotrope and mignonette and his few pets about him, he devoted himself to the task of earning a living by his pen, and that, only—a task and a hope that has always bean a hallow mockery, a delusion, and a snare. In the upper story of this housa, un der the slanting roof, which is reached by a winding stairway, was his study and bedroom. It is lighted by a large double window and at the opposite tiae is a vary ample open fireplace. What a host of memories are crowded upon this sacred, almost r , . chamber. Here, many and many p lime, has he —pondorrd, weak and weary. Over many a quaint and curious volume at forgotten lore. Here during the last sickness of his wife, when the hand of death was fall- inr gently, but surely and kr ably, in that bleak Deoember, Vainly bad be sought to borrow Prom hta books suwsass of sorrow sorrow for the loat Lenorw; for that rare and radiant ataMeti whom the angola name Restore. Here is the window at which came the tapping of the ominous and evil raven, and through which, whan he opened it, with many a flirt and flatter stepped the bird from the there, over the Pallas, upon perched himself and by his "Nevermore” struck wonder, . anger, and terror in the poet’s heart Here he stood when be pleaded with the gannt specter: “Prophot,” said I, “thing of evil—pmehet SUB If bird or devil— Wbother tempter soot, er Whether tMimeet loosed tbee hen ashore. Desolate, yet ail unSauated, on the dsasrt land eodunted— On this borne by horror hatrated—toil me tn» ly, I Implore, Is there—U there balm te ODead} Ml raw- teU me, I teuriorer’ * Quote the raven > “Warermora." And here on this spot on the floor is where the awful shadow of death fell: And my soul from out that Shadow that Urn floating oa tha Soar Shall be lifted—nevermore. Virginia Elisa Poa passed swsqt Jan- 30, 1847, and was buried snaak artist. GmatMM ICuMyaM cThLl you as you enter hfliowod >. » ! p A mite sfafki " ~ and hair tni steps at tfca^ meaning amd gaasa. n*m mm anWarga wrwk villa Police Court, Flftjr srrMto lfoWi between Third and Xextegteu as** nues. “• £& "I’m Edith Jsteto Umm #i old next January, aad m * 488 Lexington tvennsl** ton Roundsman MaUfeeft, Wfen' SM toe doer. "Maauaq’stok a tetter canter, aulaaa’tMtl so I came ^ "What < Inquired the; "Shoot a d dtedly. “Ho 1 and papa are’frMfi PBi bia if too dog's nte "Whare dfi ns* ctuttb ox evert bmfm Hscu Edith, potntluf to a i of her right «y*ai head. "I want te grocery store, si 751 1 fore 'lectkw day te teqr pins for mamma. A gem the store had a big Mask “What’s a giwsafeora the listeners. Ob, don’t juuknarj^ la surprise, landed. Gt York old oouatgy. boy; ‘How fi faces.’ The right alma. my bead, aad L almost is mf syi^Thi! tot - - w* * , * darker shadotg than » toe study floor 4 Foe, aad it teas navy rustic churchyaM here at Fordham,ate* It 26 yean old. A di ‘ the raven throw upon was upon the soul of never liftod from it Poor bsfteq, fee . was poorer now, and never a rapid ot voluminous writer, he became sfowur, and less frequent in his hero, under too 'shadow continued with great di “Ulalume,” “Annabel number of prows pieces. Tho country lanes and by section are exceedingly he it was Poe’s delight to take in. the early morning. There Is of rocks near tot oottagnerowned S ines and oedam, wMch command a ne view of the surrounding country, and which beloved, jnsre he would ai for hours wrapped in Thought over the composition of “Eureka,” which ha ha* gau After his wife’s death. There was a spirit of onMst find re volt te Fee which refused te accept whatever had established itself. Bern in the lowest walks, of life, the thfldaf •trolling pi%ysr»,’adopted IrtMr. Ian, a wealthy gentleihadof Baltin* he was gfren a splendid AdUMUoh. ’ Na ture had liberally, nay booetifUBf en dowed him with magulficaat talsfls, which under other eiroumstaaoes would have made hint a happy man, fin orna ment to society, aad a monumsni ibf honor to his country, hot for slight freak he was cast adrift before he was 21, with the edueatfoa, instincts* and predilections, of a gentleman, bpt without the material means of hording the position be should hfve occupied in society. Thus he became aj Uiissn- thrope and a cynic. With no means at hii gain his own 4|VeUhood but , and his pen. h« turned te tetter* SW a' means of support, a task ot mo# herculean magnitude, a' task te toe world of nterstnre hssyut te dnee the man who has been unaided by ttlteribr eooroea. flfe was a particularly unfavorable time, for we as a nation had not ret taken a -1 — among toe literati of thaworito aturewss net fostered as plant that beaded the nurturing at n and flnanelsf bring it to n most wonderful entire mag# of Raven,” brought sum of $15; and i on toe and] papa. Df and srer Wffltoa. ^SSrkmV’HUHJtf rn tan htes about to** having Jnat i tetewarVa ap te Me trite." "Papa,” ‘ totesraanj lnd< girei St’W y, , tM te * court.- •* 9 ■ ■■JM- .o Wtrtaifr ’’-A*. -Ml ■I* by a reflli *r *rt'’ 7 f : mP "Ai__ fnxr*st. .■♦q . - • - £ * -r / * . r..~ 'K*at - ’ Jt<£ual. .*■