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poara?. LAST WORDS OF LORI) BYRON. * 1 muil iUrp now.—ivsox. The splendor of the Poet'* lyre— The eloquence of fame— Tho spirit’s intelleclosl fire. The glory end Ihe name, The eaple wing lint lesve* behind, The proud stars In in flight— The power—tin energy—tlie mind Unutterably bright i The lieert thet sheds it* own bright hues, And ring* its own sweet sirein; liniginetion’e gorgeous views— (That rainbow of ilio brain I) Are all but transcripts of one truth— Reflrctiona of one ray. And sneak to man, and hint to youth, Of ful ure dual, decay ! Sleep! with thy glory round thy head, Far from the grasp of wrong ; Sleep! mightiest of the mighty dead, Thou idolised of Song I Sleep! thou hast won a living tomb, Wilhin ihe heart's warm core; Nor gnef, nor care, nor blight, nor gloom, Shall ever reach thee more I 1 fling my young song like a leaf, On Time’s disastrous stream; To find existence frail and brief, The record of a dream; But earth shall be a thing forgot, Existence but a name; Whe>. British hearts remember not Thy genius and thy fame I Sleep I in thy majesty alone, No earthly shroud la thine; Sleep I with a kingdom for thy throne, V. iih nature for iliy shrine! Sleep I 'till the mice of Ages wake, The glmioua and the brave; Sleep I 'till eternity shall break The alumbcrofUie grare I EDITH, ai t. a. t. Weep not, weep not, that in the spring V o have 'o make a grave, The flnweta will grow, the birds will ting The early rosea wave, And make the sod we're spreading fair For her who sleepe below. We might not bear to ley her there, In winter frost and anow. We never hoped to keen her long, \\ hen but a fairy child, With dancing step, and birdlike song, And eyes that only amilcd, A something shadowy and frail Waa even in her mirth; She look'd a flower that one rough galo Would hear away from earth. Thero was too clear and blue a light Within her radiant rvee, They were loo beautiful, loo bright, Ton tike their native skier; Ton changeable ihe rose which ahed Its color on her face, Now burning with a passionate red, Now jual wilhnne faint trace. She was too thoughtful for her ycare, It* shell the spirit wore: And when aha smiled away our fears, V e only feared the more. Thecri neon deepened on her check, Her blue eyes shown more rl- ar. And every day she grew more weak, And every hour more dear, Hercliildhood waa a happy time, The loving and beloved; Vorisky, which waa hematit e dime, Hath but ita own removed. This earth waa not for one to wliora Nothing of earth waa given; 'Two* but a resting place, her tomb, Between the world and heaven. From the New England lialaxy. STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM .1 Kecotlrclion of till " Old CoHHlrir." Awny with then blytho April!—Away with Ihert into Ihe preen church ynrd of the pnst l Thou ort nf thnso whom wo lovc-yct can pari from with scarce a sigh. Thou nrl Ihe voting Aurora of ihe yenr ihni cornea lo tell of bright- er hours, nnd even na thy soft voire whiapors of their coming, they aleal upon thee, and thou art forgot inn in their effulgence. Away witii thee—bright May ! I am a fisher, nnd I love thy glancing utrsnmes winding down the hills, where not a lingering snmv-wronth darea to tempi tho sunheames of thy light blue skins— I am n fisher, nnd I owe thee, sweet May, ninny nn hnura forgetfulness of the world— many a waking drenm and glorious vision, wherein Itnpo wet, troth, nnd life, eternity! Awny with ther-dcreivrr '.—June, uneqitullotl June ia blazing full in the meridian,—see how tho old anccatrnl woods extend in gladness their umbrageous aims!—aeo how the golden Rowers in countless millions spring up wilh a Hi dden impulse of life and joy—on every green hunk, and in each quiet and sequestered glade I H irk how the music of universal nature rings through the nir. There is a voice in every fleecy clout)—an unseen spirit of melody in every pushing zephyr. The lakes—the riven and tho seas—lo! they are liquid light—saw you that unforgotten sunset—those purple gleams upon ihe mountain—those rainbow eticaks through all the plowing weal!—Then the soft soothing of Ihe twilight hour, when Ihe bee is asleep in hie honied cell—and Ihe itnpe. rial butterfly rata amid tht foldings uf the dew gemmed flower—when not a sound steals on the wrapt ear, hut Ihe beating of the sleep* less heart- and the wordless aspirations of ihe invisible soul, conscious of its immortality— Hail to thee—loveliest June I thy smile awai- ted me at my bitth-mty it reel upon me ai the hour of death—may n cast its sunshine into my grave, as my coffin descends into the earth, and the few who loved me look upon it for the Iasi time. The fruits—the luscious fruit* are swelling into ripeness—I know nothing of Ihe fruila of the south—I talk of those of my own country. I have a thorough contempt for Italy with iit grapes—1 detest Spain with ita oranges!—I should bo happy to annihilate Turkey and Asia with their olives and citrons—I mu wri ting and thinking only of Scotland—I was n child once—Reader so were you. Do you recollect the dav and the hour when tha bles sed influence) of strawberries and cream, first flashed upon your awakened mind, and you felt I hat life hnd not been given you in vain. I was just seven years old—my previous exis tence ia n blank in memory—when I spent a June in the country, I may liuve picked be fore, in the blind ignorance of infancy—some little red pulpy balls—which may have been presenled to me on a little blue plate by mv aunt or grandmother-hut never—nover till my seventh year was I a warn that in the melting luxuriance nf one mouthful, so large a share of human happiness might bo comprised. Su gar—cream and alrawherrics! Epicurean compound of unimaginable extacy !—trinity of exrellcnce, producing the only harmonious whole known lo me in all the annals of laste. The fresh vigor of my youthful palate may have yielded somewhat In ihe deadening ef fects of (tine—bul tho glorious recollection of those profound amotions, excited by my first intoxicaling feast on slrawbcrries and cream, is worilt every other thought that memory can conjure up. Breuthea there the man who pre sumes to smile nt my enthusiasm! Believe mv he is destined to pass away and be forgot ten, as the insect upon which you I read. He is a measurer of broadcloth—nr a scribbler of juridical technicalities. Such is not Ihe dostiny awaiting yonder groupe of youthful smiling prattlers—I lovn the trembling urdor—the sparkling animuted countenances with which they gnze on the ru by spoils before (hem. Never speak to me of gluttony—it is a natural and noble appetite redolent of health and happiness, and I honor il. There is gctiiu3 in Ihe breathing expres sion of those palled lips which,—(now that Ihe governess is about to commence her im partial distribution) seem lo anticipate, in a de lightful agony of expectation, Ihe fulness of the coming joy. Observo with how much energy (hat youthful Homer grasps his silver spoon—who could have thought those rosebud lips could have udmitlod such a mountain of strawberries!—Yet down they go,—nnd os Shskxpeare well expresses it" leave not a wreck Wiiita.” Turn your gazo to this infantine sappho!—what unknown quantities of cream and sugar the little cherub consumes. Cold on the stomach !—phoo!—the idea is worthy of a lutnale soptngcnarmn doomed to the hor rors of perpetual celibacy. If sha speak from experience, in Heaven's name givo Her n glass of brandy, and lei her work out her miserable existence in fear and trembling. If there ho n merrier party ufcon-vivimls nt this moment in Christendom, may I never enter a garden again. Yet at this very moment, there are Prime ministers sitting down to Cabinet din tiers, and seeing in every guest another step in the ladder of ambition, at litis very moment the table of the professional epicure ia covered with all that is rcserche in the annals of gastron omy ; at this very moment tho bride of yester night, takes her place of honor, for tho first lime, at the table of her rieh and titled lius- Imnd. Alas !—thoro are traitors nt the states- Ilian's board, there is poison and diseasn w ithin the silver dishes of the Epicure, and there lire silent bul sad memories uf days passed ntvny for ever—strewed liko withered flowers round the heart of Ihe futr young hridu! But heforo you is o living garland—still blooming uncon< scioub uf the thousand cancrcs of earth nnd air. Yet the dark arrow is on tho wing—the eye hath already winged out its victim. And I see it advancing through the shadow of futuri ty. In a fow months the golden tresses of that bright eyed boy will full in rank and mat ted strings over n cold damp brow. He is one of many, yet ho is not luss loved by his own fond parents. Many a long night will they watch by Ilia feverish couch and clap hia little burning hands in theirs—and gnze wilh full hearts—too full for apnocb,—upon tho fa ding luBtro of his face—yot will his young manly spirit atill struggle against tho grasp of pain. With tho pure and confiding affection of childhood—ho will throw himself into liis father's arms and look up into his face, nnd smile and prattlo cheerfully of his innocent hopos and pleasures. One morning the sun will shine through his curtains yet will his eyelids remain unclosed. The bird whoso glad carols waked him to life and happiness will sing unhee ded. His pale cheek moves not on his pil- Inw—his fcebln hand is stretched unconscious by his side. Nut a sound is in tho darkened room, hut Ihe frequent sobbing of hia almost broken hearted mother, nnd tho soft steps nf his little rosy fared brothers and sisters who, with lingers pressed upon their lips steal to his bed and gaze for tho first timo on death. A few days more,and they lay him in Ihe earth, and tho unseen power of decomposition seizes greedily on his prey. Fow knew the happy boy and none loved him hut his parents; the temporary blank in their affections is soon fil led up by the survivors, and ere a year elap ses, hia merry smile and voice of gladness live hut faintly in the memory. To the busy world his existence was unknown, and bis absence is unfelt, and the wonder rather is, not that he is now no mare bul that he should have ever been. And where art thou—young spirit of delight I Hast thou passed away like a loam bell on the waiers, or shall we meet with thee again wandering among the unfading flowers of the " better land I" On the whole, I am not sure that strawber ries ought to be eaten when any one is with you. There is always under such circumstan ces, even though yourenmpanion be thedearest friend you have on earth, a feeling of restraint- a consciousness that your attention is divided, a diffidence about betraying the unfathonible depth of your love for the fruit heforo you, a linking uneasiness leal he nhould eat faster than yourself, or appropriate an undue share <>f the delicious cream: ia abort there is al ways on such occasion*, a secret dosire that ihe best friend you have in the world, were at any distant pari of the globe he might happen to have a liking for- But oh, the bliss of soli tary fruition,—when there is none lo interrupt you—nnne to compete with you—none to ex press stupid nmazfioont at the extent of your godlike appetite, or to bring back your thoughts by some obtrusive remark to the vulgar affair* of an unsubstantiil world. Behold!—the milky nectar ia critrsnned by the roseate fruit. Heavens!—what a flavor—and there is not another human heitu near to intrude upon the sacred intensity of your joy. Painter—poet— philosopher—where is your beau ideal—Itnp- ptness !—it is concentrated there !—and divi ded into equal portions by that silver spoon, glides gloriously down the throat. Eat child of mortality!—for June cometli but once in tho year ; eat, for there is yet misery in store for then -, eat, for thy days are numbered ; eat. as if tlinu wert eating immortal life ; eat. cat, though Ihe next mouthful terminate in sppo- plcxy. My dream of strawberries hath passed awny!—The little red rotundities have been gathered from the surface of the earth, and man’s insatiate maw lias destroyed them all.— New hopes may arise, and new sources of pleasure may perhaps bp discovered;—the yellow gooseberries may glit'.er, like amber beads, upon the bending hranchos—the ruby clierrv may he plucked from the living hough and its sunny sides bruised into necnr by tins willing teeth—the apple tinted with the ver milion bloom of maiden beauty, may woo the eye, and tempt tlie silver knife, the golden pear, melting into lusciousnoss, soft as tho lip, and sweet ns tlin breath of her thou lovest most—may win, lorn timo, thy heart’s idola try,—tho velvet peach or downy apricot may lull thee into brief forget fulness of all terrestri al woe—the dink blue plum or sunbeam col oured magnum boium may waft thy soul to heaven,—or, Inst of all, thy hot house grapes, purplo in theirblushing richness,may carry thee back to the world’s prime-to the fawn and dryed haunted groves uf Arcndy, and rap thee in an Elysium nf poctiy and music,—but still the remembranco of ihy first luve will be strong in thy heart nnd pamper thy noble nature as thou wilt with all the luxuries that summer yields, never, never will tho innermost reces ses of Ihy soul cenno to ho inhabited by an immortal rcminisccnco ol “ strawberries and cream!” Tremont Theatre, 11th April, 1832. Flogging a Veteran—In Massachusetts, during the last war, lived a veteran whom we shall here call by the name of Captain Blunt. Ho was wilh most of the people uf New Eng land, opposed to that war, while it so happen ed that a majority of his town were in its favor. Politics ran high. Tho Captain was a warm partisan, and often came into collision with his opponents. But though lie was opposed to the war, he was not afraid of the devil and ull his imps. He had a sarcastic turn which was very pro yoking to the opponents, whom he charged with being bar-ruotn, and grog-shop warriors, nnd fighting their battles in the chimney cor ner. Dispute uflcr dispute arose; the captain dealt out his sarcasms nnd tho war men bias lered in return. # “ If you wns a younger man,’* said Peter Gust, “ I’d give you an all-fired lit-kin.” " Never mind tny age,” returned the cap tain, “ if that’s all you’re afraid of.” *• 11 would’nt be no credit to lick a man ok! enough to be my graudfather,” said tlie windy blusterer. “ No, nor to get beat if you should under- lake it,” roplied the sturdy veteran. "You talk about fighting ! Why nil your valor lies in your tongue.” These disputes occurred so often, and so provokingly, tint Peter Gust and his valorous coqipeors at last determined that the captain as old as he was, should have a flogging. But instead of undertaking it themselves they hir ed a stout he-nigger, ns they called him, to do it for them. This sable mercenary came to the captain hosse, prepared to execute hjs commission Mo had as much courage aa his employer! nnd considerably more of good manners. Not deeming it cither honorable or polite to attack the veteran wilhout caming hia object, he be Ran— “ Massn cap’em Blump, I come to gib you one moa all jo-fire lickin.” 11 You have, ha I” said the captain seizing a hoop pole which lay near him. “ Yes miissa. But I no do him nn my own casion. Mister Peter Guss, ho and two tree orders, dey hire me.” “ Well, you go home and tell Mister Peter Gust and two or three others, if they have any business with me to come themselves.” “ No massa, I nuis’nt do dal. I promise on my saker honor, for two quart er rum, dal 1 gib you do mose infanta) lickin you ebor had in all your born day. Now massa Blump, you put down dat hoop pole, and 1 do him dreckly.” Thus saying Cato put himself in an attitude of attack. Get out of tho way, you rascal,” said the captain, 44 before I knock you down*” “ I must lick you massa,” said Ihe perse vering negro, still makixg demonstrations of attack; “ cause you see l gage to do it, and my honor be on a stsko. 1 beg your pardon mose unrerely. You teber injure me, but what I gage to do, I boon to do. Dat is de honorable ting, Massn Blump.” “ Get out of ihe way,” said the captain again “ dont trouble ms with your jaw.” " Not wid my jaw, massa—I no bite—1 take my fist.” Than doubling up his huge black paw, he made a pats at the captain. But the veteran who knew how to adapt his warfare to the nature of his enemy, stepped aside very dexterously, for an old man: and fetched the hoop pole a sweep, took Cato full upon the shins. One blow was sufficient. Down drop ped the mercenary, and kicked, nnd bopped, •nd rolled over, and bawled with all hit might •' Oh I massa ! massa I you kill-e-me dead! you break my shin. Oh ! dont tush me gin, captain Blump. My btain alt mash out now !” Your brains ! where Ihe devil do you keep your brains 1 I bavn’t touched your head.” <• Dal wat make me fee! so Massa. You trike my head, I no mind it. But, Oh gosh-a-mtgh* ty! triko a poor black on do sltiu ;—dal beat mo to nnssin—I no tan dat.” Pick up your carcase now,” said the cap tain, 41 and clear out. And hark ye—do you tell those cowardly white niggers that sent you hero lo he flogged, that if they will come themselves I am ready to treat with them upon the same terms.” 44 But massa, I cant pick up myself—I cant tan,” said the black making a feint to rise. 14 Cant tan ! Well, I’ll tan your hide for you.” With that, he drew his hoop polo, and was about laying on again; when Cato’s legs recruited wonderfully; and springing up, he PROSPECTUS . OB THE GEORGIA GAZETTE, A nrcs TO BE XVBtlSm.D WEEKLT, AT ATHENS, bi. issuing proposals for publishing a . new paper in Ibis section of Ibe Country, reason and duly would seem to combine, to invito from u* some exposition of the circumstances which liave urged ueto the attempt, ae well aaa briefouttineof the principlee by which wc will be governed in our courae. This laek wo perform cheerfully. . The population ol the Slate is rapidly increasing; her systeqi or Internal Improvement at its nascent period of existence; her jurisdictional limite act natty and pros, pectively extending; her chartered rights and Indian relationship* assuming new and deeply intereating as- poets; and her financial resources presenting to bet eons the appalling alternative ofoppression in futme by burthenaome taxes, or bankruptcy without some nlu. tary change in her representative apportionment, all combine to render an additional Herald of intelligence to Ihe preeent number altogether proper. But these by no mean* constitute the whole cata logue of inducements. Ours ia |ialpably a governm-nt in experiment. The principlee and terms upon whicll recruited woitueriuuy; unu vpriugiug , n experiment. The principle* and terms upon whicli limped homo as well as his battered shins it was based, were professedly novel, and by conse: M nn.mii I qnentc U would bo fair to assort that they were nut at- "mdiu ui. nn, .. tw c. we sasssk hid companions, they stormed, swore like * “ * — «.. . troopers, and declared that (he old captain must bo flogged if they had to do it them selves. Berry wal,” said Cato, who had taken a gill of rum and was shaking it down into his shins —“Mtsser Cap’em Bluntp be ready for you, he got a hoop pole, ready cut and dry—ha flog cbery dibble of you, nil in a heap. He terri ble ole man—dal Cap’etn Blump. “ Ho must bo flogged,” said Peter Gust, endeavoring to raise bis own couraga by blus- lering. 44 It take a man to do dnt, mass Guss, said Cato, who silt groaning over his wounded shin —and if you tako a niggers advice, you no tush him—you let misser Cap’em Blump ’lone horeafter, foreber an n day.” Peter Gust and his compeers blustered about and swore, drank rum, nnd finally set out to put heir threats in execution against the sturdy old captain. But their courage like that of Bob Acres, oozed out by Ihe way; the advice of Cato was udopted; and thus end ed the attempt at Flogging the Veteran. The Ghost -’Tis about twenty years since Abel, a short, round favored, merry old sol dier of the revolutionary war, was wedded to most ubaminablo shrew—tho temper of Shakspeare’s Catharine, could no more be compared with her, than mine with Lucifer's ; her eye was like a weazel’s—sho had a harsh face, like n cranberry marsh all spread with spots of white and red, os if she had the mca- zlcs : wilh hair of the colour of a wisp of straw and a disposition like u cross cut saw. The appellation of this lovely dame was Ann, or Nancy—don't forget the name. Her brother David, was a tall, good look ing chap, and that was all; one of your great big nothings, as we say in Rhode Island,pick ing up old-jokes, and cracking them on other folks. Well Duvtd undertook one night to play the ghost and frighten Abel, whom ho knew would be returning from a journey through a grove of forest wood, that stood below the house some distance—Imlf a mile or so. Wilh n long taper just made to cover a wig nearly as large over as a corn basket, and a sheet with both ends tnado to meet across his breast (the way in which ghosts are always dresl; he took his station near a liugo oak tree whence he could overlook the road, and see whatever might appear. It happened, that about an hour before, friend Able hnd left the table ol on inn, where ne had made a halt with his horse, and wagon, lo taste a flagon of malt liquor, and so forth which being done, he wont on, curing no more for twenty ghosts, than if they were so many posts. David was nearly lired of waiting—his pa tience was abating; at length he heard the careless tones of his ktnsmun’s voice ; and then, the noise of tho wagon wheels among ihe stones. Abel wat quite elated, and wat roaring with all bis might, and puuring out, in great confu sion, scraps of old songs, made in the revolu tion. His head was full of Bunkor Hill and Trenton, and still he went op, scaring the whip-poor wills among the trees, with rhymes like these: 44 8m the Yankees Leave the hill, With their baggcrnels declining, With flopp’d down bats Rusty guns and leather aprons shining. 44 See the Yankees—whoa ! why what is that ?” said Abel, staring like a cat, as slowly on the fearful figure strode into tho middle of the road. 44 My conscience ! what a suit of clothes! some crazy fellow 1 suppose—hal loo, fnond, what’s name; by the powers of gin that’s a strungo dress to travel in.” Be sileot Abel, for I now have come to read your doom; then hearken, while your fate 1 now declare; I am a spirit.” 44 1 suppose you are : hut you’ll not hurt me, and I’ll tell you why, here is a fact which you cannot do* ny; all spirits must either be bad or good— that’s understood; and bo you good or evil, I am sure ; if a good spirit, I am safe; if evil, and I don’t know but you may the Devil—if that’s the case you’ll recollect, I fancy, that I am married to your sister Nancy.—Old Scrap Book. tional Bank; a system of Internal Improvement by Congress; the power to ta t foreign imports for tho protection of domestic industry; in short the whole fa bric of implication, remnins yet to Undergo ita final and legitimate analysis. They are topics which most agi tate, and that deeply, eVery patriotic bosom in the con federacy. To maintain the honor and rights of the State u’ndei- her constitutional reservation ; tb reinfm: strain with promptitude end firmhersof purposeagainst all infractions of the compact, and to preserve thu Union by enlightened discussion or rational compro mise, according to the plan of Jefferson and Jackson, shall be our constant aim. Our cnlnmna shall ilso contain as far as practicable, important items nti -iel- ligenre in the departments nf morals, literature, end science. In our State politics it would he impossible under our present impressions, lo adopt the principle* of the Troup parly in most of its measures. CONDITIONS. The GEonciA Gazette will be ixsned about the first of July next, on a large super-royal sheet, with type entirely new, and we hope splendid, at S3 00 per an- m, parable within six months alter the receipt of the first number, or fl4 00 if not paid within the year. Advertisement* will be inserted at the usual rates. Athens, March 20.—13- Other Georgia papers will be pleased to iaaert tlie abovo. Recipe for the Fair Sex.—Instead of using paint, use Cochineal powdered, very small quantity—tie it in a piece of linen, wet it, and rub it on the face—afterwards take a lump of alum and rub it on the face alao—then wipe the face dry with a handkerchief. This will preserve Ihe face from any kind of pimple and wrinkle, end produce e beautiful rosy color. We ought to add here, after the manner of our N York brethren, 44 a few extra copies of our paper, containing the above prescription, will beatruck off for the accommodation o( the ladies.”—United States Qasetts. Weekly Georgia Courier. The encouragement, which the Covstaa haa receiv ed from the Public, demands from us an effort to in crease its usefulness and adaptation to the wants nf its patrons. We are now publishing it Thrice a week, the additional cost at our own expense; but there are ao many of ita fnenda badly situated in relation to tho facility of receiving il by the Mails, that we intend lo issue immediately a Weekly Paper for thoao, who cannot, from the cause montioned, receire it bar onco a week. This will be issued at a period in 'he wuak, best suited to the up-country mails, and most favors- hie for the transmission ufthe earliest intelligence to its country readers. Wc at present think of Sslu-day morning, so as to embrace thu transaction! ot the whole week, wilh all tho new Advertisements. Its contents will be made up from tlin Tri-ucekly paper, and from the Daily after October next. It wit! thus contxin more intelligence of every kind, thxn «ny other weekly paper in the State. In addition to the above, we hold ourselves bound to transmit, to ita Patrons, Slips containing all the important intelligence during the week, by the mads first auccci-ding its ter option. We shall not postpone its commencement longer than the first of April next. fey Terms of tho fi'ciUy Courier, $4, if pakl in ad vance— J5, if not. PROSPECTUS OF THE SPIRIT OF THE TIMES AND LIFE IN NEW YORK. I N undertaking the publication of a paper, devoted, as this is designed lo be, to the pie sure*, amuse- ments, fashions and divertiaemenls of life, the subscri bers have beon animated by the persuasive encourage ments and graniitous promises ol’mipporl, of many of tho most influential, enlightened and respectable mem bers of the New York community. It is to a certain extent, a field unoccupied by othura, and one wliicn is deemed important to be filled. For whilo the politi cians, the theologians and tlie literati of our country have etch thoir separate oraclr*, which (like that of Detphoa) proclaim aloud and defend th«ir several opin ion* and intercsis; the cause offa.hion, pleasurable en tertainments, ot taste and recreation, find but few put, licationaofa periodical kind, appropriated solely to their encouragement and support. To paint '* tile an it is,” without the artificial embellishments of romance; to speak of ita propensities for enjoyment, its sppetito for pleasure and indulgence, and ita tendency lo enter into occasional follies, is to do what many must ap prove, and no onecan condemn. For it is certainly no more improper to record the acts of men than to pro mulgate them orally to the World. '* Pleasure," says the noble Frenchman, 44 is the chief business of life,” and however seemingly incorrect the maxim may be in tho estimation ofeome,yut it is literaHy true, for tho- devotee certainly takes pleasure in the exercise of his religion, the mere hont and mechanic in their several branches of employment, and the man of letters in hia hooks: while the sportsman who chases the hare, and attends the ring or the race, is only pursuing pleasi rex in congeniality with hia natural or cultivated taste. In presenting this new candidate for favor and pa tronage to the public, it is the intention of the publish ers lo render it as interesting as possible, and to pletso alt if they can, without wounding the feelings or dis turbing the prqudices of any. The language will bo always chaste, ao that the most delicate may approve. The paper will treat nf Fashion, Tasto and 8ccnes of Real Life, gathered from tho every day exhibitions of the world. Theatres, Museums, and otbrr fashiona ble places of resort, will receive appropriate notice^ while the Sports of the Turf, the Ring, tlie Pit, of the Fisher and the Fowler, will engross no inconsiderable portion uf attention. Tho proceedings of Ihe Cou;te, civil and criminal, wills* far as possible be given,when matters of interest occur, and more especially those of the Police, where life in all ita forms and coloring is so faithfully portrayed.—Ilia alio tha intention of the edi tors to devote a considerable portion of each paper to the compilation and dissemination of tha news of the day, in a aummariel form, which will serve as a brief and faithful record of all important and passing events, condensing a large mas* into a comparatively small compass. With these intentions, fully and fagrly proclaimed, and with Ihe most perfect good feeling* toward* all our co-laborers in the same vocation, we present ourselves before an enlighted community, a* candidates for their patronage and smiles. WM. T. PORTER. JAMES HOWE. IC7* Post-Master*, and otbar Gentlemen who wilt act at Agents for our paper, by giving ua notice, can hare forwerded to them subscription piper* and extra copiea.—.Jprii |8J3. NOTICE. A LL thoee having demands against the Estate of John Clarkson, late of Franklin county, decease ed, are required to render in their account* accor ding to law; and all those indebted to the Estate of the deceased, are required to catne forward and setll- off their accounts immediately. JAMES HARGROVE, EsV. March 37—0—FVJ.