Birmingham state herald., 1895-12-22

her more than this, for he became so in- fatuated with her womanly qualities and he plead his cause so fluently that she consented to marry him.
 She has made many large fees in the practice of law, one last year being no less than S10,000. She speaks quietly, in a soft, gentle, womanly way, quite at variance with all preconceived ideas of strong-minded females. Her sentences are well-rounded, clear-cut, and show thought and cultivation. She goes at her subject in the most direct manner, and uses no superfiuous words. She states her facts clearly eoncisely, and wins you by her earnestness and for getfulness of self.
 All this she does, giving utterance to many flights of eloquence equal to those of masculine orators, and yet never loses for moment her absolute womanlnesS. Were you to meet her on the street. if you observed her at all, you would natu- rally think, what a true, good wife and mother that woman must ben'
 Mrs. Ella Knowles Haskell has pro- duced most profound impression upon the most conservative southern men and women whom she has met. She is a revelation to those of us who have only formed our ideas of the advanced woman from much more pronounced types. Such a woman as Mrs Ella Knowles Haskell is calculated to destroy many prejudices that naturally belong to us.
 
 Several weeks ago I published the beautiful verses of MT. Robert H. Wat kns, An Autumn Rose" and they have been extensively copied in papers of the south because of their unusual merit It is said that these verses were sug- gested by a certain white rosebush which grows in the lovely garden of Mrs. J. c. Goodloe at Tuscumbia, and now that the frosts have come and the rose is dead, at the root of the bush is blooming a bunch of violets Miss Annie Herndon formerly of our city, and with many friends still here is sister of Mrs Good Joe, and is spending the winter with her in Tuscumbia. She has just written the following verses, which will be read with great pleasure. They are worthy of the lovely woman from whose heart and brain they sprang:
 Gods Imfnortelles.''
 The autumn rose is fair I know
 When autumn skies brightest,
 When autumn leaves are all aglow,
 And autumn winds are lfghtest
 But sweeter far than these I ween,
 When winter winds are coldest
 When not a flower or leaf is seen
 And winter SnoWS are boldeSt.
 Found meath bed of emerald hue,
 Nesting in sweet confusion,
 As if ashamed of it's dress of blue,
 Or fearful of intrusion.
 Oh, velvet violet who can vie,
 While sweetly thus reposing,
 With the deep, pure purple of thine eye
 The sunlight thus disclosing?
 All crowned with crystal drops of dew,
 A fragrance round thee wreathing,
 The story of a promise true,
 Life immortal breathing.
 Thou comest as welcome to our hearts,
 Mid winters cold and dreary
 As heavens rainbow, bright, impartS
 Courage to the weary.
 A messenger of love art thou.
 A gift to mortalS given,
 A touch of Gods hands on our brow,
 As immortelles from heaven.
 ANNIE w. HERNDON. December, 1895. .7a-
 The Cadmean circle was entertained by Mrs. Robert D. Johnston at her home on the South Highlands Friday after noon. Mrs John M. Martin read a paper, "A Review of the Art World from 1750 to 1850, Limited to the French, English and American Schools" Mrs. J. Morgan Smith read paper upon German Op- era, Including Sketches of Mozart. Hay dn, Gluck and Handell." Each member was then requested to name her favorite picture and song, resulting in answers as varied as the melodies of the spheres and as different as the colorS on q paint