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[Written for The Georgia Weekly.]
THE PLEIADES.
BY WILL T. RKVILL.
When fair Diana, queen of n'gl t.
Floods the earth with her silver light j
When stars unnumber’d deck the >ky,
And qaurmuring winds steal softly by;
When all is still around, above—
ludaou*. thought, of those « e love ; ,
Oh how aWeeF'rmn such sc nes as these
To gaze on the twinkling Pleiades.
Heaven's blue vault is a diadem,
Studded with many a sparkling gem.
There’s Vesper seen at twilight grey,
.And Lucifer ush'ring in thfc day,
While myriads'oh the brow of night.
Shed a lovely and cheerful light ;
But who’ll not turn from all of these,
To gaze ou the twinkling Pleiades ?
When the morning stars joyful sung,
And ail the heavenly mansions rung,
With praises to the great I am,
The Holy Spirit and the Lamb,
For the grant) design and the birth,
Os God’s last world the new burn earth,
Mildly gazing on earth and seas,
Sweetly sung and shone the PI lades.
The beauty of these sisters fair
Has been se> n and fell everywhere ;
In princely hall, in peasant's cot,
By all they're viewed, by none forgot.
And God unto a servant true
Has spoken of the beauty too ;
Spoken of the 14 sweet, influences "
Os the lovely, twinkling Pleiades.
Lovely sislers I forever shine,
Emblems of Lore and Truth divine,
Beck’ning the weary pilgrim on,
The way ihe righteous all have gone.
Though # Alcyorte, our central sun
May be perhaps the loviest one.
Still all of you are formed to please
Heaven's brightest jewels, fair Pleiades.
*Astronomers suppose Alcyone to be the
great central sun, about which the starry hosts
revolve.
(Written for the Georgia Weekly.)
Westminster Abbey
[Continued.]
Mary Queen of Scots. This is a
magnificent monument and was erect
ed by her son, James I, soon after his
accession to the English throne. There
is nothing worthy of particular atten
tion inscribed upon it. It appears
that she was born Dec. 7, 1542, daugh
ter and heiress of James V, of Scot
land, who died when she was only a
week old. Married first, at 15 years
of age to Francis Dauphin, of France;
secondly to Henry* Lord Darnley, July
29, 1565, and thirdly to Bothwell, she
was compelled by her subjects to resign
her crown to her infant son James, by
Darnley, and eventually sought re
fuge in England; but Queen Elizabeth,
committed her as a prisoner ar.d held
her a captive for 19 years and then
had her tried for treason, and con
demed. She was beheaded in the
Hall of Fatheringay Castle.
1557;-
in Peterborough Cathedral but her
son James I, of England, had her
body privately removed and buried in
a vault beneath this monument.
Queen Elizabeth. This is also a
lofty and magnificent monument, and
erected by James I, her successor.—
The inscription speaks of her charac
ter, high descent and the memorable
acts of her reign, “ That she was the
mother of her country, and the pat
. roness of religion and learning; that
she was skilled in many languages,
adorned with every excellence of mind
and person, and endowed witn prince
ly virtues beyond her sex; that in
her reign, religion was restored to its
primitive purity; peace established;
money restored to its just value ; do
mestic insurrections quelled ; France
delivered from intestine troubles; the
Netherlands supported; the Spanish
armadtt defeated ; Ireland, almost lost
by the secret contrivances of Spain,
recovered; the revenues of both uni
versities improved, and in short all
England enriched. That she was a
most prudent Governess; forty five
years a virtous and triumphant Queen,
truly religious, and blessed in all her
great affairs ; and after a calm and
resigned death, in the 70th year of her
age, she left the mortal past to be de
posited in this church. She died
March 24th 1602.”
Queen Mary, the sister of Elizabeth,
is interred near by. She was known
as the bloody Mary. Nothing worth
special notice appearing upon her
tomb. She died Nov. 17, 1558.
Edward V. and his brother. Near
the wall is an altar, raised by Charles
11. to the memory of Edward V. and
his brother, who, by their treacherous
uncle, Richard 111, were murdered in
the tower of London. The inscrip
tions is thus: “Here lie the relics of
Edward V, King of England, and
Richard, Duke of York, who being
confined in the tower, and there stifled
with pillows, were privately and mean
ly’buried by order of their perfidious
uncle, Richard, the usurper. Their
bones, long enquired after, and wished
for, after lying for 191 years in the
rubbish of the stairs leading to the
chapel of the white tower, were on the
17th July, 1674, by undoubted proofs,
discovered, being buried deep in that
place. Charles 11, pitying their un
happy fate, ordered these unfortunate
Princes to be laid among the relics of
their predecessors.”
John, Duke of Buckingham. Thi* is '
an excellent monument. On an altar,
the effigy of the Duke, in a Ro
tna-n,habit, with his Duchess sitting at
his feet, weeping. It is stated that
in his youth he was an excellent poet,,
and in his more advanced years, a fine
writer. His love of poetry is conspic
uous, by the esteem and. regard he.
had for.the two great masters .of if;,.,
who flourished iu. kjs twn time, Dry.,
den and Pope. Over .the effigy is.in
scribed, “I lived doubtful, not disso-.
lute, I die unresolved, not unresigned,
Ignorance and error, are incident to
human nature. I trust in an almighty
and all good God. Oh ! thou Being of
Beings, have compassion on me.”—
Underneath the above: “ For my King
often for my country ever." He died
in the 74th year of his age, Feb. 24,
1720.
Lady Walpole. This monument
consists of a figure of the deceased,
with the following inscription : “To
the memory of Catherine, Lady Wal
pole, the first wife of Sir Robert Wal
-1 pole, afterwards Ear] of Oxford. Hor
ace, her youngest son, consecrated
this monument. She had beauty and
wit, without vice or vanity, and culti
vated the arts without affectation. —
She was devout, without bigotry to
any sect, and was without prejudice to
any party ; though the wife of a min
ister, whose power she esteemed but
when she could employ it to benefit
the miserable, or to reward the iner
ritorious, she loved a private life
though born to shine in public, and
was an ornament to Courts, untainted
by them. She died Aug. 20, 1773.”
Sir Isaac Newton.-.. This is a grand
and expressive monument, worthy of
the great man, to whose memory it
was erected. He is sculptured recum
bent, leaning his right arm on four
folios, titled Divinity, Chronology*
Optics and Mathematics ; and point
ir.g to a scroll supported by winged
cherubs Over hitn is a large globe,
projecting from a pyramid behind, on
which is delineated the course of the
comet ii» 1680, with signs, constella
tions, and planets. On the globe sits
the figure of Astronomy with her book
closed. Beneath the principal figure is
a curious bas-relief representing the va
rious labors in which Sir Isaac chief
ly employed his time ; such as dis
other things states “ that he was a dil
igent, wise and faithful interpreter of
nature, antiquity and the Holy Scrip
tures, that by his philosophy he main
tained the dignity of the Supreme Be
iug, and by the purity of his life, the
simplicity of the Gospel,” and con
cludes with the exclamation: “llow
much reason mortals have to pride
themselves in the existence of such,
and so great an ornament to the human
race. He was born Dec. 25th, 1642
and died March 20, 1726.”
Perceval. This monument was er
ected to the memory of the Right
Hon. Spencer Perceval, as the inscrip
tion states, “by the Prince, Regent
and parliament to record their deep
sense of his "pubfitnTnd private Virtues,
and mark the nation’s adherence of
the act by which he fell. Born Nov. 1,
1762, assassinated within the w-alls.of
the House of Commons, May 11,1812.’’
In bas-relief he is represented falling
into the arms of the officers of the
House of Commons in the lobby of
the House, where the members are
seen rushing forward to witness .the
sad catastrophe. A figure on the left
represents the assassin (Billingham.)
A figure of Mr. Perceval is lying on
a mattrass, under which is a sarcopha
gus, with the figure of Power weeping
over him. At his feet are the figures,
Truth and Temperance.
General Wolfe. There is a fine
monument to the memory of General
Wolfe, who was killed at the siege of
Quebec in 1759. He is represented
falling into the arms of a grenadier,
with his right hand over the mortal
wound. The grenadier is pointing to
glory in the form of an angel in the
clouds, holding forth a wreath ready
to crown him, whilst a Highland ser
geant looks sorrowfully on ; two lions
watch at his feet. The inscription as
follows : “ To the memory of James
Wolfe, Major General and Commander
in Chief of the British land forces, on
an expedition against Quebec~whd, af
ter surmounting by .ability and valor,
all obstacles of art and.nature, was
slain in the momeut of victory, on the
13th Sept. 1759. The King and Par
liament dedicate this monument.”
Joseph Gascoigne Nightingale and
Lady. By this monument, the lady
w represented as expiring in the arms,
of her husband. Beneath, slily creep
ing from a tomb, the King of Terrors
presents his grim visage, pointing his
unerring dart to the dying figure, at
.4th* InwHand, suddenly
TII 'E GEOE and I A WEBK LY .
struck with horror and -despair, teems
to elasp her to his bosom to defend lftf !
from the fatal stroke. It appeaVa
from the inscription that the hMhand
died in July 1752 and-his An
gust, 1734, and that their ontyVispb;!
Washington ■ Gab coig r. c Ni !
erected-thw iiioi«UuK‘.nt .to their
■Otyts* : V; .M.fXaNF’, Cu
■j Duchess of .SotoersetA: 9N»i*d# r <v.
monument of note.: • Qtr.tbe base are
two charity boys, one»n each side, be
wailing the death .of their benefac
tress, who is represented in the dress
of the times; resting upon her arm,
under a canopy of state, and looking
earnestly up at. a group of therubims )
issuing from the clouds above her.—
In the inscription she is stated to have
been very charitable to the poor, and
to have given many of her. rich
ornaments to the church. She died in
Oct. 1692. , Temple.
(For The Georgia Weekly.)
Our Neglected Cemetery.-
The dilapidated and neglected ap
pearance of our village graveyard,
has ever been to me a source of many
regrets. I never wander over that
lonely hill, without being at ohee re
minded of our remissness, and seem
ing forgetfulness of this resting place
of the dead. Why is it thus ? Can
it be that the loved ones whb repose
within its bosom are entirely forgotten
by us ? Can it be that the fond mo
ther, who ever watched over us in our
helpless infancy, and at whose knee
we first knelt in childish simplicity'
and who taught us to Tisp the name of
“ Out-Father," is remembered, By us
no more ? Oh, can that hushaiyl. who*
shared with you all of life’s joy.jj and'
sorrows, and who now reposes beneath
that monument, no longer claim a
place in your memory ? Now the
lovely infant, whose precious dust lies
beneath the little grass plat, around
whose.dainty form, our arms have been
so lovingly twined, be remembered by
us no longer? Nay, for although the
coffin lid, and mother earth, conceal
their forms from our view, and tfiough
the mandate has gone forth and been
obeyed which says, “ Dust thou art
and unto dust shalt thou return,” yet
around that precious earth oUr.heart
strings fondly cling, and the images of
iloved opes will never be blotted
from our memory, until time With us
shall be no more. Let us* then,
arouse ourselves from our apparent
lethargy, and improve in this res
pect ; and, if possible, atone in part
for our neglect hitherto. Let us pro
ceed at once, and have our Cemetery
nicely clearied out atid enclosed. Ido
not advocate an enclosure equal to
Greenwood’s, or Mount Auburn’s; but
surely a neat, substantial one to pro
tect it from the intrusion of animals,
which now are allowed to wander over
it, and whose feet often crush the
flowers planted on the gravels of our
friends by the hand of affection.—
How grating to our feeliftgsAb wit-,,
ness such things. It is, : nevertheless,
true. Friends think of it, T ANARUS: pray
you ? I have ever thought it oar duty,
often to wander among the tombs l ; for
there we are very apt to reflect on the
grave and eternity.
I have never jet strolled through a
Cemetery without feeling more or less
benefited. Should we draw near the
graves of friends who died in triumph,
giving evidence that they were' pre
pared for an entrance into Heaven,
what an involuntary prayer would at
once ascend to the “-Great Giver 1 ’ to
enable us to imitate their pure and
beautiful example, and to be prepared,
like them, with “ Our lajnpgjj.well
trimmed and burning to meet the
bridegroom at his coming.” On the
other hand, I never look on the grave
of one who has died unprepared for
death, crushing though that thought
may be, without feeling admonished
not to walk in his footsteps. , Such
being the case, I feel that it is profit
able to resort to that lonely, though
dear spot to me, as often as circum
stances will allow.
On entering it, I am irresistibly
drawn to a grave where a devoted srs
ter sweetly sleeps. To me she w-as
more than sister; for she also acted
in the capacity of motjier for many
years, one ever ready to gratify my
most frivolouswants. She.hacf aneurt
capable of being moved by the’slight
est touch; and her sweet smile was as
a sunbeam upon the hearth-stone. On
her purity of heart and character my
thoughts will ever love to dwell, Near
by is my sweet little child-angel,
snatched from the parent-stem and
bade to bloom in Paradise ; where she
is now soaring on seraphic pinions,
and beckoning me onward and upward,
to a land where mother and child shall
be bound by ties that cannot be sev
ered. ’Tis true that—
“ Death lie* on her like an untimely frost
•- Open the e#«etMt .**m *t*m
There t<H» lies near by, a dear friend
and associate pf tty* girlhood, who
stood at my left hand when at the
Irid'al altar. She' d'ied in triumph
and her spirit Returned to God who
gave it, her resting l place is unmarked
by a few sweet-scented little vio-
IwhW A"
little to the North reposes my beloved
'Salsbath ' School" teacher, Mr. John
l^arlc. 11 : We \verb aOeftstonied to-Oull
.him! by the more endearing- name of
“ Uncle Johnny,” I have often thought
.wh’ijc gazing on his happy face that if
there was such a place as the land of
Beiflah, so beadtifully described by
Bunyan, that ho ever dwelt in that
dime; for his benignant smile would
throw, as it were, a halo around those
whom Ike met. A little Eastward in
quietude lies our dear old Glass-leader,
Dr. William Turrentine. Fathfully
did he endeavor to lead us in the way
of truth and light—his kind, benevo
lent face, time never can erase from
our memory, and the vacancy caused
by his death cannot be easily filled. —
lie is, no doubt, in that upper and
better world, “where the weary are
at rest.’* O, may we profit by his
precepts and example.
Within a short distance lies another
very dear friend to whom I was very
warmly attached, Miss Sarah Warner.
A few short months ago, just as the
spring flowers around her residence
were unfolding their petals, her spirit
took its flight, I trust, to the spirit
land where a perpetual spring abides,
arid where she will spend eternity in
unending bliss. Then
shed not for her the bitter tear,
Nor give the breast to vain regret j
’Tis but the casket that lies there—
The gem that filled it sparkles yet.
These, together with many others,
whom space forbids my mentioning,
warmly attach me to the mournful
gpot; and amidst the vicissitudes of
life should fate decree that I must re
move to a distant land, my affections
will still linger here. .
But the present condition of our
graveyard renders it very unpleasant
fbr one to walk through it, for it is
often covered with brush, trash and
trees which have fallen, old and de
cayed. Not long since, I heard a
friend make a remark that struck me
with much force. He, after speaking
of the depreciated and worn out con
dition of Miltedgevilie, remarked,
“ But I saw one thing that was very
cettnmendablp in the people of that
place; thlnr Gertvfetery was in good
condition ‘ahd well fig red for!” This
thought struck- me ;• *“*What would be
the conclusion of a stranger on pas
sing through our village if. he were to
visit our Cemetery?” And,l came to
this- conclusion in my own miml—lie
vvvtild' think: we’trail ail forgotten our
lost 'friends, or that we ivere so en
grossed in the things of this world,
that we had no time to devote to Cem
eteries. Ido u6t think that this neg
lect is designed, but is to be attributed
to a want ref thoughtfulness on the
subject. Gouljl we hot rob death of
some of it's horrors by bestowing
more attention on the place where we
are to be interred ? Tlie grave, to all
of us, is revolting; and if we could,
by any means, render it less so, I
think it is a moral duty that is incum
bent upon us, and which we should by
all means perform. It may be urged
by some as an objection that they are
not able to contribute to enclose it.—
•I admit that a majority of us are in
limited or moderate circumstances;
, but could we not practice economy for
and exercise a little self denial
in order to Jie enabled to contribute
to such a benevolent cause as this?—
Methinks I hear many affirmative re
plies. Let me again repeat the re
quest, that you think of it seriously.
Death, the insatiate Archer, ha3
again sent forth his unavoidable shaft
in our little village, and claimed for
iiis victim one of our most dearly
loved friends. It can be truly said of
her, “None knew her but to love
her.” Her noble and pious example
I hope none of us will fail to imitate.
“Our graveyard ha* now «n added mound,
And Heaven one Angel more.”
Ah! well do I remember when in
childhood, in my lonely orphanage,
when I had no mother to quell life’s
sorrow, I shared in the kind admoni
tions and affectionate tear. I weep
Hot tears of sorrow or bitterness; but
of love arid gratitude. She is, i be
lieve, now numbered with the inumera
ble hosts at God’s right hand. Left
behind to mourn their irreparable loss
are her two sons, around whom every
fibre of her heart seemed closely en
twined. Yes, they even seemed
dearer to her than her own life blood.
And faitnfully did she strive to train
them up in the “nurture and admoni
tion of the Lord.” May they now
willingly submit to the necessary de
cision of Providence, and kissing the
rod that smites them, say : “ Thy
will, G Lord, be done.” May they
ever walk in the footsteps of their
painted mother, and endeavor at all
'time# to imitate her pure aiid holy ex
ample, and be prepared to rise with
her in the first resurrection and spend
eternity with father and mother around
the throne of the Most High.
“But no, she is not dead, I see her stand,
Close by the golden ga'e; how Heavenly fair,
Cloth and in the radiance of the spirit land,
Bright as the seraphim that mingle there.”
“Weep not for her-, let not the tear-drop flow,
The nindiug-sbeet but wraps her senseless
clay)
The breathless tenement she left below,
And sped exciting to eternal day 1
Then why, ah I why these bursting streamlets
shed,
Bhe lives lu Heaven now; obi no, she is sot
deed" '
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WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 27.
::1 j Sbuthem Trowess.
'As'the time rapidly approaches ? '\vhen.
the coercion policy is to be tried upon
thp. Southern Republic by [he crazed
fanatics of jhe North, 4 will not be
out of place to speak of the soldier
prowess of our people.
From the very first of the white
settlements of the South, as far back,
as the times of the Virginia colonies,
the South has been a warlike nation;
and ever since the formation of the
American Union, the South has borne
the brunt of the national and frontier
wars.
During the Revolutionary war, all
of the thirteen colonies were slave
holding and all fought as brothers)
side by side. But after that time the
fact is-beyond dispute that the slave
holding States furnished four warriors
to one from the North, when the dis
proportion of population is considered.
In the war of 1812-15, Massachusetts
furnished only 3,110; New Hamp
shire, 897 ; Connecticut, 307; Rhode
Island, 637 ; Vermont, 131—in all,
5,162 ; while the little State of Soutli
Carolina, alone, furnished 5,696! —
that is 534 more than these five New
England States combined. Virginia
sent 39,017.
In the Mexican war, Massachusetts
furnished only 1,047 —of whom only
two men were killed and none wound
ed ! From the other New England
States no militia, were sent! In the
same war, 45,630 men served from
the slave-holding States! Total num
ber contributed by the non-slavehold
ing States was 23,054.
. These statistics prove that the fight
ing element is in the South, and will
ever be, while we are a slave-holding
and agricultural nation. We extract
the following specimen of Black Re
publican bombast from the Chicago
Tribune, of the 14th inst.:
“They have accomplished a gteat
revolution without shedding a drop of
blood. Forts and arsenals without
number have been wrested from the
government, and seven States have
been wrenched from the Union ; but
not a life has been lost. We need not
talk to them of Compromise ; we need
not offer them concession. They want
neither the one nor the other; and
when either is tendered, we cover the
North with disgrace, without approach
ing an inch nearer the object which
we would attain. Until a sad experi
ence in governing a people who make
disloyalty and treason the basis of a
new State, has convinced them that
they have builded on an unstable foun
dation ; or until anarchy or a wide
spread and destructive servile insur
rection has taught them that they can
not exist without the protecting segis
of national sovereignty; or until (and
this is the more probable issue and
most expeditious termination,') treason
is put down at the point of the bayo
net; and the laws are rightly and im
partially enforced, we may not hope
fora restoration of harmony and peace.
No, they are in e..rnest. They mean
what they say; and the men at the
North are poor idiots if they, loving
popular Government and Democratic
institutions, do not proceed against
them as robbers and traitors, and re
duce them to the observance of their
Constitutional obligations. Compro
mise is played out.”
It is refreshing and amusing to see
how this ass in a lion’s skin attempts
to roar, and miserably brays! So we
are to be put down at the point of the
bayonet! No doubt bayonets are plen
tiful in Chicago, but where is the Chi
cago Bombastes Furioso to find men
to use them ? History proves that
the native born of his fanaticism are
not fond of fighting, save with paper
bullets and pen-sized swords. Per
haps he hopes for aid from the 1800
German clubs of Cincinnati, who of
fered themselves as body guards to
the Rail-Splitter the other day—num
bering, says report, “several thou
sand.” To such we say “ Come on !
some portions of our soil need ma
nure.” • We know there are hundreds,
nay thousands, of young riflemen in
the Siuth who will grieve if all this
tongue-clashing brings no cracked
crowns and bloody noses. Our very
boys will shout, “ Go up bald head!
Now bring on your bears !”
The common history of our late
Unibn, proves that the Southern vol
unteer, or Southern militiaman is a
hero to the battle born, and in the roar
of combat or in the silence of cun
ning strategy never knows when he is
conquered, and therefore is invincible.
Whence are the holders of the bay
onets to come ? The South, notwith
standing the disproportion of her white
population, can send four soldiers
against the North to every one sent
thence against Besides, our sol-
dierswill be men, strong, brave, expe
rienced, patriotic men, aiid not merce
naries, nor such white slaves as are
now clamoring for bread in the cities
of the North.
Supposing it possible that an army
of 100,000 men could be/akejd and
soraped from among thg starvelings of
the North, what could i( avail in at
tempting to force the Soifth to become
the bond slave of the North ? llow
long would such stuff last upon our
soil? But instead of 100.000, the
North cannot raise 20,000 men to
fight for an idea.
True, we have no navy; nor had
Rome a wall until Romulus built it.
If war is begun we shall have a pow
erful navy in less than a year. Our
soil is our best friend, and, next to the
hearts of our people, our most power
ful ally—an ally inalienable and eter
nal as the earth. Blit as faithful as
this ally is to the Southerner, the
Southerner will not yield the palm of
fidelity, but die in its defence, if needs
be, and be buried in its bosom ere he
will give one square inch of his coun
try to Black Republican rule.
Honor the Dead.
We call serious attention to the ar
ticle in this number headed, “ Our
neglected Cemetery.” It springs
from the heart of a talented lady of
our’ town, and its gentle pathos, and
yet stirring appeal to the relatives
and friends of “ those but gone be
fore,” must exert a powerful influence
in accomplishing the pious purpose for
which the plea is written.
It is a sad fact, and most instruc
tive, to know how soon we shall be
forgotten or numbered as the phan
tom actors of a short dream, by those
to whom we now seem so nea? pnd
dear ; but. as the gentle hearted wri
ter so delicately assetrs. we may de
prive the tomb of its ghastliness by
adorning it with the tributes of duty
and affection.
And even laying aside the claims
of love, claims too often based upon a
most evanescent sentiment, the stern
er, and more enduring demands of
duty, call for its natural right—hon
or the dead!
We give below the names of
the Cabinet of President Davis :
Hon. Robert Toombs, of Georgia,
Secretary of State; Hon. C. G.
Mumminger, of South Carolina, Sec
retary of Treasury; Hon. L. Pope
Walker, of Alabama, Secretary of
War; Hori. John Perkins, Jr., of
Louisiana, Secretary of Navy ; Hon.
Henry T. Ellett, of Mississippi,
Post Master General ; Hon. J. P.
Benjamin, of Louisiana, Attorney
General. *
jggg“ Two books without which no
Soutiierner’s library is complete, “Ne
groes and Negro Slavery,” by Dr.
Van Evrie of the New York Day
Book; and “Southern Wealth and
Northern Profits” by T. P. K etcell.
The one annihilates the monstrous
lies of the rascally Hinton Helper,
and the other makes an absurdity of
the monstrous dogma of negro
equality. No Southerner should hes
itate to procure the above works. Wc
have the pleasure to be personally ac
quainted with Dr. Van Evrie, and
commend him as a true and most val
uable friend of all white men ; and as
his unanswerable arguments prove
that the negro is in his proper and
most improving sphere when in South
ern “ slavery” he becomes, in one,
sense, the friend of the “black
man.”
The above works can be obtained
by enclosing their moderate price to
the Day Book office, New York.
“ Negroes and Negro Slavery,”
one dollar.
“ Southern Wealth and Northern
Profits,” fifty cents.
And here permit us to assert that a
most malicious lie has been circulated
in Georgia as regards that unwavering
friend of Southern Rights—theN. Y.
Day Book that it is printed upon the
New York Tribune press! A more
ridiculous or malicious falsehood was
never coined by fool or knave. We
have seen tens and hundreds of thou
sands of its copies worked off* and
know that the scathing editorials of
Van Evrie, Horton & Cos., would
crisp with disgust at the base idea of
being printed by Tribune type. * The
Day Book is rich and stands like a
mountain upon its base of justice, truth
and independence.
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jjgf President Davis is said to be
at this time, iu Charleston, S. C., with
a sharp eye on Fort Suiater and the
harbor generally.
The presentments of the Grand
Jury will appear next weak.. :..