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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" ' ms; Z >ft &jjt ffittrtfli* JJtdtlg. Wfrii ijiigtkri nr 1 rn~i n ~~ nr n tjr 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. ■■•i• • * ■ ■ 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.. :..