of the crop ill the market, “ Cotton is King ” 
is again the sentiment of these Georgians. 
His dethronement during the war was only 
temporary, they assert, and lie will resume 
his position as a commercial power, despite 
all predictions to the contrary. But other 
views are held by men in position to form 
good judgment, and which we may hereafter 
present. Meantime we tire approaching 
Macon. The sun shines warmer; the col¬ 
ored population predominates; the whites 
at the stations look, generally, well-to-do, 
and arc as proud of the industrial and finan¬ 
cial position of their 8tate as t hey have any 
right to bo; the Girina Tree is still green, 
and the foliage of the Oaks yet have vernal 
color; the colored boys peddle, peanuts; the 
excursionists pick cotton; the New Jersey 
Entomologist hunts bugs and lame, null we 
whirl over an admirably kept, and managed 
railway into the Macon depot at two o’clock 
P. M., Monday, November loth. To-morrow 
we shall look at the Georgia. State Fair. 
THE FI11ST FALL OF SNOW 
Tuk snow li.wl tii'cim tn the gloiutiiug. 
And busily all tin.’ nij/lil 
Had boon heaping: tl«|d and highway 
With a Bllenco deep amt white. 
Every pine and hr and hemlock 
Wore eruiine too dear tor an carl; 
And the poorest twltf on the elm-troe 
Was rigged inch deep with pearl. 
From sheds now roofed with Carrara, 
Ciuue Chanticleer's m a tiled crow; 
The stiff roils wore softened to swans’ down. 
And -till fluttered down the snow. 
EDITORIAL RAILWAY NOTES 
A night ride to Washington from New 
York is followed by awakening to the 
cheerlesstievs and squalor of the suburbs of 
the Capital of the Country. If there is a city 
on the Continent which is less attractive at 
first view, we have not seen it. We seem to 
have awakened in another world. We rub 
our eyes open outside the realm of Practice 
and Thrift and inside that of Political De¬ 
pendence where dwell Pensioners and Public 
Paupers. The very atmosphere seems bur¬ 
dened with dependence, the people look at, 
you furtively and hungrily. Remove the 
Capitol, and what would become of Wash¬ 
ington? Rather, whither would go its popu¬ 
lation? How large a proportion thereof 
would not think that an appropriation hill to 
cover the expenses of removal should include 
an item to defray the expense of their in¬ 
dividual migration or to compensate them 
for their loss of vocation ? 
1 UioukIiI of it inotinit tn sweet Auburn, 
Where a Little heutlxtuno stood; 
Ilow the llulcra were folding It gently. 
As ilhl robins the babes in the wood. 
Up spoke our little Mabel, 
Saying ” Knther, who makes the snow?” 
Anil I told tier the itood All-Father, 
Who cares (or us all below. 
Again L looked at the snow-full. 
And thought) of the laden sky 
That archnd o’er our first Borrow, 
When the mound was heaped so high, 
1 remember the gradual puUoneo 
That fell from that ekmtl-likeanuw; 
Flake by tluko healing and hiding 
Tlio sear of our deep-stabbed woe. 
MOUNTAIN TRAVELING 
To all lovers of natural scenery, there is a 
poculiai* charm in mountain travelihg. It 
offers a wonderful variety of experiences, 
and though often fatiguing, is not weari¬ 
some because of monotony. The modes 
differ, it is true. Tn these later years facili¬ 
ties of all kinds are rapidly multiplied. 
Locomotion upon mule back was formerly 
tlie solo means in mountainous regions, as it 
remains to this day in many countries. Our 
engraving spiritedly illustrates sonic of its 
felicities in Spain, where the spirit of Pro¬ 
gress is as yet only manifest in political 
Strivings after Republicanism. 
But with the last decade’s successes in en¬ 
gineering, as shown in this country and in 
Europe, the difficulties of mountain travel¬ 
ing seem nearly all surmounted. Wo went 
skyward upon mules in rocky New England 
but yesterday ; to-day they climb to the very 
crown of Mount Washington by rail, and a 
scheme that was laughed at as absurd is an 
established verity. The mule paths over the 
great back-bone of our American Continent 
are fast becoming grass-grown, while the 
iron horse courses his way at an airy height 
toward the sunset. Amid Alpine sublimity 
in the old world, the traveler is safely 
pushed upward over dizzying gulfs and fear- 
suggesting precipices, aud quietly takes 
his ease as he wheels over Mount Cenis. 
Ilow different all this from the slow and 
dangerous toiling yet witnessed In Spain, 
South America, Mexico, and elsewhere, even 
upon tiie most frequented thoroughfares! 
Those narrow paths, winding around giddy 
ledges where a misstep would send you a 
thousand feet below, are pleasanter in the 
picture than iu reality. And the lolling in 
dob) far niente style upon your mule’s back, 
guitar iu band, idly strumming its strings 
while your deft-footed animal picks bis way 
along, is rather more sentimental and less 
practical than even things Spanish are or¬ 
dinarily apt to be. 
Anil uKiiin to tlio chilli I wliUperoU, 
“ The snow Unit vlsltoth all, 
Darling, the morcli'ul Father 
Alone can make it tall!” 
Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed tier, 
And sliu IcIbmIiik buck, could not know 
That my Ulna was given to her sister, 
Folded close ’utmlh the deep'ning snow. 
[.Lowell 
torus for iluralists 
TWO “CLEVER ONES 
BY FANNY FIELDING. 
CHAPTER I. 
For my part, 1 scarce know how it all 
happened. 1 think book people, generally, 
are the last people in the world to fall in 
love with each other. 
If you’ll notice, great men very rarely 
marry women who are of eminently intel¬ 
lectual persuasion—even for women—which 
addendum is made in courtesy to certain 
prejudices that I don’t think strictly deserve 
to lie treated with courtesy, bet it forestall 
any foolish argument, though, that may arise 
at this point, and prevent my going on to 
what I began to say. 
Great men coming from their offices, their 
i “ studies,” their learned or laborious coun¬ 
cils, whatever the places may be where they 
perform most hcatl work, don’t want their 
id ready taxed and aching brains to be cheat¬ 
ed out of home holiday,—don’t come to lay 
them under contribution tu Madam, who 
may bo a theory maker—who may want 
slight help—the last faint modicum of assist¬ 
ance, for her height upon height of accumu¬ 
lated evidence demonstrating some new 
hitherto unattainable problem m “the in¬ 
finite." 
Tin: worthy gentleman (let us hope he is 
always worthy,) would naturally rather, re¬ 
turning from the contest of brain and brain, 
meet on the threshold of his Lares and 
Penates a woman of average intelligence, 
discoursing of innocent things like gardens 
and flowers, not handling hard names, i 
misgive me,— Litiunb lancifoliwn , Magnolia 
fjraiulijlora, but prating of posy bods,—pota¬ 
toes and turnips, too, it may be,—which are 
not had things in their way. Nay,I believe, 
in preference to more brain taxation be 
would rather give audience to how little 
Tom burnt his toes by picking peanuts out 
of the fire—how Jamie has learned to spell 
“ consentaneously” without missing a letter, 
and mastered that famous narrative fraa- 
mentnrily, but ns far as goes correctly quoted: 
“ The boy loves the dog. 
“ The dog loves tlio boy.” 
And the final humane injunction: 
11 Do not hurt the dog.” 
I have seen such eases, where tidings that 
the baby bad “ a new tooth ” worked more 
wonders of satisfaction than logarithms — 
than the mysteries of asymptote and hy¬ 
perbola. 
For a clover woman—the human mind 
loves variety so well! she rebels against sit¬ 
ting for weary hours conjuring out striking 
features for her novel if she be a novel 
writer,—elaborating a finished magazine ar¬ 
ticle, if that, is her beat,—calculating eclipses 
or other sidereal eccentricities, if she be a 
New England learned lady,—then turning 
in “ recreation ” space to metaphysical prob¬ 
lems propounded at the fireside. 
Better—yes, on the whole, and in the 
general far better, some jolly soul taking bis 
seat at the hearth affirming intent to spirit 
away books, papers, sextants, quadrants, all 
intellectual appliances till the roses come 
back to somebody’s cheeks and the red away 
from her eyes. 
Opposing, yea, forever contending forces, 
keep the great mundane sphere, its physical, 
moral, intellectual elements to their proper, 
fore-ordained functions. 
But let me recollect myself, and that 
spheres, and forces and philosophy don’t 
tell, even as well as in my imperfect way 1 
ALOTJISrT'A.IISr TliiAA 
formation is, and must necessarily be, super¬ 
ficial, since it is gathered on a railway train. 
At the tobacco town of Lynchburg oil the 
rocky banks of the James River, wo meet a 
special train sent on by Gov. Bullock of 
Georgia, in charge of Col. E. Hulbert, 
Superintendent of the \V\ & A. R. R and a 
Committee of the Georgia Agricultural So¬ 
ciety, consisting of Capt. A. 6 . Bacon, Col. 
E. L. Best, Capt. B. II. True, B. C. Smith, 
G. W. Oustin, Fred. If. Walker, and C. 
L. Ross, who welcome the party and extend 
to its members the hospitalities of Georgia. 
After a rough ride over the Virginia aud 
Teunessce Railroad we waken and breakfast 
on tiie edge of Tennessee, and enter, Sunday 
morning, the beautiful valley of the Tennes¬ 
see. There is less wash to the red clay lands 
than in Virginia. ’I’lie rock underlying them 
is, in the main, limestone. The fields are 
w ell fenced; there is evidence of clean and 
careful culture; the rude habitations have 
an air of thrift; the people as they pass to and 
from church, on their strong, wei 1-fed, big- 
boned horses, arc dressed in freshly-made 
jeans and calicoes. There is a look of pur¬ 
pose and power in the eyes of these men 
which we did not, notice along the Virginia 
railways. The snow no longer covers the 
ground; the blessed Sunday sun shines out, 
and the distant Alleghany mountains, to the 
southeast, give us a hazy blue background 
for the eye to rest against as it takes in the 
interlyiug views of valleys and hills. 
1 hat is Andrew Johnson’s mill, and 
here is where his son-in-law, Senator Pater¬ 
son, lives; and here ‘Andy’ is going to 
build himself a mansion,” says Colonel 
11UU3ERT, as we approach Greenville. Of 
Atlanta! The second morning finds us 
iu this famous city, where Gov. Bullock 
meets us. Atlanta is a well-built, busy town, 
variously said to contain from 23,000 to 
35,000 inhabitants. There was not much 
opportunity to look about it; but as we 
passed out of it, military maps wore con¬ 
sulted, and army officers, both Federal and 
Confederate, fought over again the battles 
hereabouts for the gratification of the ladies 
of the company. The details i>f these events 
by men who participated in them iu opposi¬ 
tion to each other, right upon the field of 
THE TUILERIES, 
Tnu palace ot the Tuilcries is one of the 
most magnificent in the world. The im¬ 
perial residence of Napqleon III., it is un¬ 
surpassed in splendor by any royal residence 
in Europe. Tt. is situated between the river 
Seine and the rue Rivoli, Paris, and is flunked 
by gardens comprising about fifty acres, 
which form an attractive public resort. Us 
erection was begun iu 1584, by Catharine 
de Medicis, and additions have since been 
vuai lonesviac m Aioemarie uo., look upon 
the home of Thomas Jefferson, Monti- 
cello. Albemarle Co., lying at the base of 
the Blue Ridge, is one of the finest counties 
of Eastern Virginia. Lands arc held at high 
prices here, near tiie railroad—from $35 to 
$00 per acre; ten miles from the railways 
they can be purchased at from $5 to $35 
according to the character of the improve¬ 
ments. Northern men seem to prefer im¬ 
proved farms—those with good buildings 
PALACE OF THE 
contest where positions could ho pointed 
out aud the causes of effects revealed, 
were not the least interesting features of this 
very pleasant aiul harmonious trip. 
From Atlanta to Macon we ride over a 
laiboad without a bridge, trestle-work or 
Culvert, built upon a ridge, the slopes of 
which are cultivated cotton and corn fields, 
or pine and oak forests. Considerable cot¬ 
ton is to be picked. The crop, though uot 
so Luge as was anticipated early in the sea¬ 
son, is good, and the orief-s Knell that 
L LTILERIES, PARIS. 
made by Henry IV., Louis XIII., Louis 
XIV., Napoleon I. and the present Em¬ 
peror. By the latest additions the Tuilcries 
and the Louvre were connected, and now 
form one great pile enclosing the Place de 
Carrousel. 
The palace has had an eventful history. 
An abode of kings, it has in some degree 
shared kingly fortunes, which are not always 
oi the best. Three times has it been stormed 
and ransacked by a Parisian mob,--once in 
1793, again in 1830, and yet again in 1848, 
when Louis Philippe was expelled. The 
front, as shown in our picture, is exceedingly 
grand and imposing. 
