atTENto uno Dux, hamor clam pati, sum parates, | repaid the courtesies of his distinguished friend homine, ices, jam, etc. Sideror Hoc. "FESTO RESONAN FLOAS SOLE." Nov. Ebor. Sep. 20, 1867. THE Pan-Anglican Council of Bishops, held at Lambeth in September last, brought together from the four quarters of the globe many very able and pious prelates, and it is to be hoped that their suggestions will be productive of good. But somehow it happens that every serious movement in England is sure to beget a little mirth. Who, for example, but an excessive Nonconformist would have written for a Dissenting journal the following items of ECCLESIASTICAL NEWS. More Bishops.-The next African Episcopos is to be a black man. This is the first concession to the cry of Moor Bishops. Rural Deans.-The number is to be increased by ten, who are to have the superintendence of our cathedral choirs. They are to be entitled Tooral-Rooral Deans. A CLERICAL Correspondent, in reading the proof of a Church Manual, not long since, came to "rheumatism," Matt. xxviii, 6. For "rheumatism" read "resurrection." But the tongue is sometimes at fault. The same proof-reader gave notice, a few Sabbaths since, that at the close of the service a collection would be taken up for “incidental experiences” (instead of “ex- | penses"). "In my course of pastoral visitation, several years since," says our friend, "I called upon a parishioner who was slightly indisposed. After attempting to converse with him for some time, and getting only monosyllabic answers, I said: by saying: 66 However high my fame may rise, I am certain it will never get above one Story!" That he will live in Story has now become hiThe statue is pronounced to be a beauful work of art. story. THE "Diamond" edition, the "Globe" edition, the "Household" edition, and the what-not editions of Dickens give much pecunious comfort to newspaper publishers who have space for advertisements. But humorous as Dickens is, has he written a line more ludicrous than that which forms the concluding line of this paragraph? It seems that a type-setter "setting" a price-list of books for a Syracuse dealer, came to Dickens's works, and the first on the list being "Barnaby Rudge," supposed the author had made a mistake, and gravely corrected the error by putting the work into type in the following form: Barny ..by Rudge $1 50 Nor long ago, in Brooklyn, there passed quietly from this scene of toil and trouble the soul of Mrs., Mary Arnod. Eighty-three years ago she came to Long Island, and at the time of her decease she had attained the remarkable age of one hundred and two years. Old Madame Rothschild, mother of the mighty capitalists, attained the age of ninety-eight. Her wit, which was remarkable, and her intellectual faculties, which were of no common order, were preserved to the end. In her last illness, when surrounded by her family, her physician being present, she said in a suppliant tone to the lat "Shall I offer a short prayer with you?" "Short or long, according to your own judg-ter: ment!" I could not suppress a smile; but, to hide it, followed my first suggestion with a second: "What shall I pray for?" "Exercise your own discretion in the selection of topics!" There was fervor! IN a case of questionable patriotism, "the force of doubting can no further go" than is evinced in the following, sent to the Drawer from Nashville, Tennessee. It was found among many other claims left with our correspondents for collection : "CAMP NEAR FRANKLIN, TENN., Aug. 20, 1862. "CHARLES M. HARVEY, 66 “Dear doctor, try to do something for me.” 'Madame, what can I do? I can not make you young again." "No, doctor, I don't want to be young again, but I want to continue to grow old." MAINE has so far resumed her position in the temperate zone as to commence, gradually, to be jocular. Sometimes her joke is a little one, and rather cold, owing doubtless to her being so far north. By way of patting Maine on the back we print the following from a Portland man, who preserved it with a few other valuables from destruction at the great fire. This is it: We have a good, jovial citizen who has an understanding requiring 14's, army size. This size is apparently increased by numerous corns, bunions, etc., etc., making them altogether the Evidently that sergeant had small faith in hugest pair of feet in all this region. D. H., but the corn he must have. In com pany with a few friends this cheerful person visited the White Mountains. After a short abTHE recent inauguration at Boston of the sence one of the party returned, and on being statue of Edward Everett, sculptured by Story, questioned as to the welfare of the rest, replied a son of the eminent jurist, recalls an incident that they were all well excepting "Bill," who that occurred at a dinner at which Mr. Everett had met with an accident; the poor fellow had and Judge Story assisted. Toasts being in or-caught one foot in "The Notch," and sprained der, and the Judge being called upon, he made a neat, complimentary little speech about Mr. Everett, and concluded by an allusion to the fame he had acquired in the literary and political world: "Fame," said the Judge, "rises where Everett goes!" In good time came Mr. Everett's turn, who his ankle in endeavoring to get it out! And this is sent to us as a pleasing anecdote! VERY many queer things copied from gravestones have been sent to the Drawer, but we have rarely had occasion to reproduce any thing more thoroughly serio-comic than the following, transcribed from a tombstone in Dover, New Hampshire. At the time the inscription was first seen "J. H." was among the "animate." He is now among the defunct; but the stone remains as originally cut, viz. : REPOSITORY OF HUSBAND AND WIFE. BETSEY HARTWELL, INANIMATED. The following embraces a period of 41 years. In all of our relations in life toward each other there has been naught but one continuation of fidelity and loving-kindness. We have never participated nor countenanc'd in others, secretly or otherwise, that which was calculated to subjugate the masses of the people to the dictation of the few. And now we will return to our common mother with our individualities in life unimpaired to pass through together the ordeal of earth's chemical laboratory, preparatory to recuperation. HER LAST EXCLAMATIONS: "If you should be taken away I could not survive you. "How happy we have lived together!" "Oh, how you will miss me!" "Think not, Mr. Hartwell, I like you the less for being in the situation you are in." "No; it only strengthens my affections." To those who have made professions of friendship, and have then falsified them by living acts-Pass on. 66 It is a good thing to be loyal; good to teach little youngsters and youngstresses to be loyal; not bad to think of the starry banner in all sorts of places, among all sorts and conditions of men. As they say at Jerome Park, a good send off" at life's outset is, four to one, better than a "false start." A sad case of irregular start comes to us from Sterling, Illinois, which has one of the best Sunday-schools in the State. In the juvenile department of that school taught Mrs. Smith, who had picked up a class of urchins not old enough to read, whom she taught by "rote." On a recent Sunday good Mrs. Smith propounded to the class the following historical interrogatory: "Who was the first man?" A little fellow straightened up, feeling that he was competent to answer that question, and not half try. With eyes flashing with brightness, and in a shrill little voice, he confidently sung out: "Andrew Johnson!" That precocious head of copper should be placed under the tutelage of Parson Brownlow, or some other thorough-going Baptist, if a satisfactory position in futuro is desired for him. TRUE poetry has been defined by Mr. James Russell Lowell as "Suthin' combinin' morril truth With phrases sech as strikes," though perhaps Mister Lowell didn't exactly mean that as his definition of poetry. In the following little gem there are moral truths and striking phrases. It is from the pen of Mrs. Lushington-a most charming person-wife of the eminent Professor of Greek in the University of Glasgow, and sister of Mr. Tennyson. It was addressed to some of her American friends: To loving hearts my soul draws near, CANDOR compels us to say that our colored brother must undergo much drilling in his nouns and verbs, as well as in his theology, before he can become a first-class preacher. Here, for instance, is a case where there is evidently a large margin for improvement both in geography and Scripture: Said An old negro was preaching in a large shed on the banks of the Cumberland River, opposite Nashville. He had spoken of the miracles of our Lord, and how easily he could have escaped from the Jews if he had wished to do so. he: "Dar was one time de Jews thot dat dey had 'im; but at de berry moment dey thot dey had der hands on him he was thirty thousand furlongs across de Filantic Ocean!" The good man meant well, but as a statement of fact his concluding sentence is fairly open to controversy. The Hen Convention recently held in this city passed off in eggcellent style. So also did the Burlington County (New Jersey) Agricultural Exhibition, held at Mount Holly in October. Among the poultry on view at the latter show was one superb rooster, in a superb coop, on which was tied a small card announcing the breed of the bird, as follows: "COATS & CHINA." tory of Cornwall-published at Exeter in 1750, IN a very scarce book-Hal's Parochial Hismention is made of Killigrew, the celebrated he never was formally installed Court Jester. Master of the Revels, temp. Charles II., though The following anecdote will show, at all events, that he deserved the appointment, even though him his pictures at Paris the King pointed out he did not get it: When Louis XIV. showed to him a picture of the Crucifixion between two portraits. "That on the right," added his Majesty, "is the Pope, and that on the left is myself." "I humbly thank your Majesty," replied the wit, "for the information; for though I have often heard that our Lord was crucified between two thieves, I never knew who they were till now." | WHEN Count D'Orsay first came to England as a very young man, and was about twenty-two years of age, he was invited to dine at Holland House, where he was seated next to Lady Holland herself, who supposed that the handsome stranger was a shy young man, awe-struck by her majestic selfishness. Owing to a considerable abdominal development her ladyship was continually letting her napkin slip from her lap to the floor, and as often as she did so she smiled blandly, but authoritatively, on the French count, and asked him to pick it up. He politely complied several times, but at last, tired of this exercise, he said, to her great surprise, "Ne feraisje pas mieux, Madame, de m'asseoir sous la table, afin de pouvoir vous passer la serviette plus rapidement ?" some and of his excellence, when he replied: "Yes, yes; Dr. F- is a most excellent old man; he has every one of the virtues except RESIGNATION!" Now that the good old man has for many, many years been dead and gone, one of the students asks whether the former Vice-President, but now President, is not lacking in the same virtue he thought so desirable in his prede cessor! SHORTLY before the war the writer was stopping with Major S―, of Union County, North Carolina. He was a Scotchman turned Methodist, and very fond of using the Scriptures in justification of slavery, owning, as he did, a large number of slaves. Being old, his patriarchal appearance was striking as he threw himself on his comfortable chair and remarked, among other things: "I want to be no better than Abraham-faithful Abraham-who had servants, slaves, born in his own house," etc., etc. voked by his repetition in several ways of this argument from Abraham's example, I replied: Major S I have been several days now in your house, and have failed to find more than one Mrs. S -. If the example of Abraham was so worthy of imitation in the one case, why not in the other?" Pro CAPTAIN F is a brave man, and made a gallant reputation as an officer during the late war, but at home he resigns command. He was at home waiting orders in the summer of '65, and his linen was consigned to his wife's bureau, usually occupied by her own things solely; but then jointly. The Captain is not a patient man, and when he wanted a clean shirt, and went to the bureau for it, he frequently got, as he avers, a clean "shimmy." So he formed a plan of pulling the drawers out, tipping them over on the floor, and "lighting too" the pile indiscriminately till he got what he was in search of. Of course Mrs. F remonstrated, and there were "scenes" on such occasions. 66 One warm, clear day that summer we were all sitting on the piazza, and Mrs. Fread the heading of a telegram in the paper: "Trouble in the President's Bureau. 66 Well," says she, "I wonder what that means." "Oh," replied Captain F"I suppose the President wanted a clean shirt, and so has been tipping over his wife's drawers." We all concurred in that view of the subject. ROCKFORD, Illinois, a thrifty city on the praiThat piazza was a favorite resort that summer.ries, contains about 8000 "head" of inhabitants, The Captain's infant son was one of the party an abundance of children, and over 30 churches. one showery day; the clouds had cleared away, One of the finest edifices in the city belongs to and the sun was shining brightly, when sudden- the Old School Presbyterians, owing to the folly the patter of rain-drops fell upon the ear. lowing incident: What! raining again?" says the Captain. "Oh no," replied Mrs. F- "it is only a little son-shower!" The peculiar institution was not further alluded to. The back-bone and sinews of the society were embodied in one gentleman, by power of whose sequins the affairs of the church were rule. The original building was a wooden rookery, evidently a section of a railroad woodshed, painted brown, and furnished with steps, seats, and a pulpit. The old Scotch Covenanters would have been too happy if such a building had fallen to their lot; but modern taste could not endure it, and it was resolved to build. This, however, could not be done without the co-operation of the opulent person before mentioned. of this, he adopted the Fabian policy. Years passed on. The street leading to the "rookery" was lined with "groceries," mainly devoted to the diffusion of John Barleycorn. One night a stranger appeared on this street. As he moved along he sampled each bar, to ascertain where the most copious drinks could be had for the money, and coming up to the church, innocent Aware Ir is the custom in Mexico for the church to require a foreigner, wishing to marry a native, to bring proof that he is not already a married man. An American, about to marry a Señorita of very good family, was required to furnish the proof of his being a bachelor. Not finding any of his countrymen who knew him sufficiently well to testify to this fact, he determined to supply the deficiency with the oath of a native. Meeting a Mexican in the street, whom he had never seen before, our countryman proposed to him that he should swear to his being unmarried, for the consideration of five dollars. The Señor, after a moment's study, told the "Gringo:" "Get down on your hands and knees and creep about." Not exactly understanding what he was at, our friend obeyed, much to the det-ly went in, opening his pocket-book as he stagriment of his unmentionables. The other party then told him he was all right; that he would swear that the American had not been married since he knew him, and that was, since the time he crawled! gered up the aisle. The house was full, and the gestures of the preacher he mistook for an invitation to approach. The absence of all the paraphernalia of a bar was not incompatible with that of a Rockford saloon. Something "struck him." Discovering his mistake, he immediately DOCTOR M was for many years Vice-exclaimed: "The d-1! I've been to the Lord's President of P- College, the worthy Presi- house over and over, but this is the first time I dent of which was the Rev. Dr. F. The was ever inside his barn!" and disappeared. former was evidently very willing, not to say impatient, that the latter should resign, and so make way for him to take on himself the full honors of the full Presidency. One day a friend was speaking to him of the good old President, His The opulent parishioner was touched. piety could endure no such stigma; his shekels were forthwith subscribed; and the result is one of the most beautiful church edifices in the West. NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. No. CCXII-JANUARY, 1868.-VOL. XXXVI. Shoe Bend." We have conquered the "Holy Ground" of the Creek Indians (the peninsula formed by the junction of the Coosa and Tallapoosa rivers), and have lost the Indian title in our haste and anxiety to call it "Hickory Ground," after its conqueror, "Old Hickory." We have conquered and reconquered the Chattahatchiethe "Crows Creek" of the Cherokees-and have called it Chattahooche, which signifies nothing. Some of the other Cherokee names have been more fortunate. Allatoona, "Mountain-Top," has been spared; and in telling how, during a battle there, General John M. Corse signaled from that height over the heads of the enemy to Sherman, on the top of Kenesaw, thirty miles away, that though wounded he remained unconquered, the historians have preserved the correct orthography. interest are still known by the Indian names given them by the three principal tribes of Cherokees, Creeks, and Chickasaws, which inhabited the southern country immediately east of the Mississippi River. In Alabama and Georgia, the original homes of the Creeks and Cherokees, many of these names are most musical in sound and poetical in significance, in spite of a certain degree of corruption to which they have been subjected in transmission to us through the legends of the early settlers and pioneers, of Thus Jackson's first battle-field on the Tallassie-Hatchie has been called Tallassee, and the full title has been given as a compound name to another and totally distinct stream fifty miles distant from the field of battle; and to make matters worse, some map-maker, ignorant that Hatchie signifies "creek" or "run," has called it "Tallassee-Hatchie Creek." Wel Oostanaula has not fared so well, and has Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1867, by Harper and Brothers, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern District of New York. our race. VOL. XXXVI.-No. 212.-K been doubly corrupted, in orthography and ap- | Gold Region." Neither the half-breeds, the fullplication. The proper orthography is Esta-blooded Cherokees, nor the early white settlers naula, signifying the "Place of Overtaking," appear to have had any high regard for the and was originally applied to an Indian town preservation of either facts or legends concernwhich, in the first part of the year 1793, stood where Rome, Georgia, stood in the first part of the year 1864. In the first-named year General Servier, of East Tennessee, "overtook" at this place a force of Indians under their chief, "King-Fisher," whom he had been pursuing, and burned their town of Estanaula. The name was subsequently misapplied to a river, and became corrupted into "Oostanaula." General Sherman, however, retained for it its significance. In May, 1864, he "overtook" the retreating Confederates under Joe Johnston on the banks of this stream, and subsequently burned a good portion of the city of "Rome," which had arisen from the ashes of the Indian town of Estanaula, and which has, I believe, since arisen out of its own. Chickamauga has nothing to complain of. Its new possessors have not only preserved its orthography correctly, but have added to its significance, and made it indeed the "River of Death." ing the tribe. When John Howard Payne, the The name of the last great chief of the Cherokee nation, John Ross, is preserved in connection with the town of "Rossville" and the battles fought there; and his ancient house still stands as the centre of the village, while "Ross's Spring" still flows with undiminished force though three great armies have slaked their thirst at it. And though the many halfbreed Cherokees who remain in the vicinity do not recall the Indian name of "Lookout Mountain," they will insist on telling you that we have retained in that title the significance of the original; though how they know the one and not When I first visited Chattanooga-at the the other is a mystery to every one who believes time the siege began in 1863-I found one who that the half-breeds are a strictly truthful race. was fortunately able to supply a few of the lost The orthography and significance of Chatta- legends of the tribe, besides a great many facts nooga have also been preserved. The back regarding the settlement of Chattanooga Valwoodsmen of Tennessee habitually call the valley, which are much more to my present purley of Chattanooga a "cove;" the military engineers describe it as a gorge;" Rosecrans officially calls it a "pass." The Cherokee Indian with less practical but more poetical imagination has described it by chatta-" crow"and nooga-"nest." Grant, Thomas, Hooker, and Sherman have, with proper poetic license and patriotism, translated chatta into "eagle," and have made the town and valley in reality the "Nest of the Eagle." It is a great pity that we know so little that is reliable of the early history of this country. Chattanooga Valley was a favorite haunt of the Cherokee Indians as late as 1838; and it was only after a vigorous enforcement by arms that they were then compelled to obey the stipulations of their treaty, and, leaving their country to the whites, emigrate beyond the Mississippi. They were a numerous and powerful tribe, occupying up to 1837 the entire northwestern part of Georgia, which has ever since been known as "Cherokee Georgia," and the "Cherokee pose. This friend in need was a half-breed, |