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l^rungtoick BY CHARLES DAVIS.] VOftVBKB 2. BRUNSWICK ADVOCATE. AGENTS. Bibb County. Alexander Richards, Esq. Telfair “ Rev. Charles J. Shelton. Mclntosh “ James Blue, Esq. Houston “ B. J. Smith, Esq. Pulaski “ Norman McDuffie, Esq. Twiggs “ William H. Robinson, Esq. Wayne “ Robert Howe, Esq. ,TERMS. Three Dollars in advance—s 4at the end o** the year. o*No subscriptions received fox a less term than six months and no paper discontinu ed until all arrearages are jiaid except at the option of the publisher. •O*All letters and communications in relation to the paper, must be POST PAID to en sure attention. flj* ADVERTISEMENTS conspicuously in serted at Ohs Dollar per one hundred words, for the first insertion, and Fifty Cents for ev ery subsequent continuance—Rule and figure work always double price. T*venty-five per cent, added, if not paid in advance, or during the continuance of the advertisement. 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POETRY. | Lord Byron, upon his departure from En gland, wrote the following beautiful and ten der verses, which may well stand in compari son with the celebrated lines on a similar sub sequent occasion,—“Fare thee well, and if forever.”—[Eng. paper. ’Tis done! and shivering in the gale The bark unfurls her snowy sail; And whistling o'er the bended mast, Loud sings on high the fresh’ning blast, And I must from this land be gone, Because I oannot love but one. But could I be what I have been, And could I see what 1 have seen— Could I repose upon the breast Which once my warmest wishes blest, I should not seek another zone, Because I cannot love but one. 'Tis long since I beheld that eye Which gave me bliss or misery; And I have striven, but in vain, Never to think of it again; For though I fly from Albion, I still can love but only one. As some lone bird without a mate, My weary heart is desolate; I look around and cannot trace One friendly smile or welcome face; And even in crowds I’m still alone, Because I cannot love but one. The poorest, veriest wretch on earth Still finds some hospitable hearth, Where friendship's or love’s soft glow May smile in joy or soothe in woe; But friend or love I have none, Because I cannot love but one. I go! but wheresoe’er I flee, There’s not an eye will weep for me, There's not a kind congenial heart, Where I can claim the msanest part; Nor thou who hast my hopes undone, Will sigh, although I love but one. To think of every earthly scene— Os what we are, and what we’ve been— Would whelm some softer hearts with woe; But mine, alas! has stood the blow, Yet still beats on as it began, And never truly loves but one. And who that dear, lov’d one may be, Is not for vulgar eyes to see; And why that love was early crost, Thou knowest the best—l feel the most: But few that dwell beneath the eun Have loved so long, and loved but one. I’ve tried another's fetters, too, With charms perchance as fair to view; And I would fain have lov'd as well— But some unconquerable spell Forbade my bleeding breast to own A kindred care for aught but one. ’Twould soothe to take one lingering view, And bless thee in my last adieu; Yet wish I not those eyes to weep For him who wanders o'er the deep— Though wheresoe'er my bark may run, I love but thee—l love but one. ?I I§CELL A A 1. THE SCHOOLMASTER SCHOOLED. '[“Smike,” a poor, jaded, spiritless boy, is dragged into the school room to be flogged for having attempted to run away from the cru el oppressions to which he had been subjected. Mr. Squeers armed with a strong supple, wax ended, and new instrument of torture, in quires of the culprit if he has any thing to say for himself. The scene which ensues, is not exceeded by the kindred one in Roderick Ran dom, wherein a tyrannical schoolmaster is vis ited with similar punishment:] “Nothing, I suppose ?” said Squeers, with a diabolical grin. Smike glanced around, and his eye rested for an instant on Nicholas, as if he had ex pected him to intercede; but his look was riv etted on his desk. “Have you any thing to say?” demanded Squeers' again, giving his right arm two or three flourishes, to try’ its power and supleness. “Stand a little out of the way Mrs. Squeers my dear; I’ve hardly got room enough.” “Spare me, sir!” cried Smike. “Oh! that’s all, is it?” said Squeers. “Yes, I’ll*flog you within an inch of your life, and spare you that” “Ha, ha, ha!” laughed Mrs. Squeers, "that’s a good ’on. “I was driven to it,” said Smike, faintly, and casting another imploring look about him. “Driven to do it, were you ?” said Squeers— “Oh! it wasn’t your fault; it was mine, I suppose—eh ? “A nasty, ungrateful, pig-headed, brutish obstinate, sneaking dog,” exclaimed Mrs. Squeers, taking Smike’s head under her arm, and administering a cuff at every epithet “what does he mean by that?” “Stand aside, my dear,” replied Squeers. “We’ll try and find out” Mrs. Squeers, being out of breath with her j exertions, complied. Squeers caught the boy ! firmly in his grip; one desperate cut had fallen I on his body—he was winching from the last and uttering a scream of pain—it was raised again, i and again about to fall—when Nicholas Nic kleby suddenly starting up, cried, “Stop!” in i a voice that made the rafters ring. ; “Who cried stop ?” said Squeers, turning savagely rcsund. “1,” said Nicholas, stepping forward. “This must not go on.” “Must not go on!” cried Squeers, almost in a shriek. “No!” thundered Nicholas. Aghast and stupitied by the boldness of the interferenee, Squeers released his hold of Smike, and falling back a pace or two, gazed upon Nicholas with looks that were positively frightful. “I say must not,” repeated Nicholas, nothing daunted ; '■‘■shall not. I will prevent it.” Squeers continued to gaze upon him with his eyes starting out of his’ head; but astonish ment had actually for the moment bereft hirn of speech. “You have disregarded all my quiet interfe rence in the miserable lad’s behalf,” said Nich olas ; “returned no answer to the letter in which I begged forgiveness for him, and offer ed to be responsible that he would remain quietly here. Dou’t blame me for this pub lic interference. You have Drought it upon yourself, not I.” “Sit down, beggar!” screamed Squeers, al most beside himself with rage, and seizing Smike as he spoke. Wretch,’’ rejoined Nicholas, fiercely, “touch him at your peril! I will not stand by and see it done; my blood is up, and I have the strength of ten such men as you. Look to yourself, for by Heaven, I will not spare you, if you drive me on.” “Stand back!” cried Squeers, blandishing his weapon. “I have a long series of insults to avenge,” said Nicholas, flushed with passion; “and my indignation is aggravated by the dastardly cruelties practised on helpless infancy in this foul den. Have a care, for if you do raise the devil within me, the consequences shall fall heavily upon your own head.” “He had scarcely spoken, when Squeers, in a violent outbreak of wrath, and a cry like the howl of a wild beast, spat upon him, and struck him a blow across the face with his instrument of torture, which raised up a bar of livid flesh as it was inflicted. Smarting with the agony of the blow, concentrating into that one mo ment all his feelings of rage, scorn, and indig nation, Nicholas sprang upon him, wrested the weapon from his hand, and pinning him by the throat, beat the ruffian till he roared for mercy. “The boys—with the exception of Master Squeers, who, coming to his father’s assistance, harrassed the enemy in the rear—moved not hand nor foot; but Mrs. Squeers, with many shrieks for aid, hung on to the tail of her partner’s coat,and endeavored to drag him from his infuriated adversary. * * * Becoming tired of the noise and uproar, and feeling that tits arm grew weak beside, he threw all his remain ing strength into half a dozen of finishing cuts, and flung Squeers from him, with all the force he could muster. The violence of his fall pre cipitated Mrs. Squeers completely over an ad jacent form, and Squeers, striking his head a gainst it in his descent, lay at his full length on the ground, stunned and motionless.” The Prisoner of Rochelle. Here is a scene from the vaudeville of “The Prisoner of Rochelle’ —which kept the audience in a roar of laughter each night of its performance. We copy it with the permission of Miss Bun yir. for whom the play #as expressly written by J. H. Hewitt, Esq. Corporal Cartouch amuses himself with going through the manu al exercise, while Lcza, seated at her work table, abstractedly questions him concerning matrimony.—[Balt. Transcript. Leza—lf a girl were to fall in love with you, Corporal, what would you do? Cartouch—Present arms! L—She would doubtless look to you for C—Support! L—And then what a heavy burden you’d have to C—Carry! L—Your butcher and baker would have to C—Charge! L—Your prospects, of course, would not C—Advance! li—And you’d have to C—’Bout face! L—And never have any C—Rest! L—Now, Corporal, pray give me your C—Attention! L—A man of your years is not able to bear such a C—Load! L—You are not in your C—Prime! L—Your wife may C—’Bout! L—Leave you, but she will soon C—Return! L—And then you’d have to bear all on your C—Shoulder! L—Would you be C—Ready! L—l think you would have some other C—Aim! L—And you’d throw aH your epistles into the C—Fire! (Fires the musket.i Tight Lacing. A lady of high talents, (Mrs. L. H. Sigourney) writes as follows: ‘Habits of tight lacing are the more danger ous because no one will acknowledge them. These evils that shun the light, and shelter themselves in subterfuges are ever the most difficult to remedy. A great part of that en ergy which might tend to reform, is wasted in helping them to find their hiding places. Has any young lady been known to acknowledge that she was destroying herself; that she was even uncomfortable from tight lacing? Yet the suppressed sigh, the suffused countenance," the constrained movement, express what the lips deny. Pulmonary and spinal diseases, lu nacy and the grave, reveal the rest’ The Army and Navy Chronicle men tions as a rumor, that the Ship of the Line Ohio is to be fitted out for the Mediterra nean station, under the command of Com modore Hi LI THE SILVER MINE. In days gone by, there lived in the far famed ‘Queen,’ a silver smith, who had accumulated a large fortune by means which were known only to himself—and the devil. He was a regular built Shylock, and we well reinember when a boy, to have incurred his wrath by accidentally bringing a ball in contact with his bow window and breaking a pane of glass, for which juvenile indiscretion, we received from him, a fine trouncing, being obliged, by a writ of socladorum, to shell out a real Mex ican, an article in those days that would keep a man from starving at least a month. But to our yarn. This silver grinder waxed old and rich, and not a chick nor child had he to leave his spelter to, when he should ‘shuffle off the mortal coil,’ and prepare to settle a standing account he had with the other world; with which however we have nothing to do at present. Ono day, while the old codger was re clining in his maple bottomed chair, look ing over his old spectacles, and dreaming, doubtless, of some chemical process, by which he could, like alchimists of old, convert every thing he touched into gold, a low tap at his door aroused him from his lethargy, expecting a fat customer, he quickly rose and opened it, when in stalk ed a six foot Buckeye, with a broad brim med wool hat, and a certain je nc scais quoi in his manner, which plainly told that he was a back woodsman, and knew no more about the world and the things in it, than a Malay Indian. Affer surveying Shylock for a minute, and the glittering case before him, he said: ‘Stranger, are you the feller what knows what’s silver?’ ‘Certainly, sir, if twenty five years work ing it can give me any knowledge of it.’ ‘Well, so I thought, for so every body told me; and that’s the cause I’m come forty five miles through the mud and rain to see you,’ he said, at the same time lay ing down his beaver and bending bis mas todon body in a slautendicular manner in a chair. ‘Yon know that I have buyed up fifty acres of ground, in Butler county, and live on Snake VJreek, Just alongside tlie fork; wal, some of the ground was good, and some wasn’t, and some so poor that it would’nt raise yallar taters; wal, one day me and one of our people went a fishing lin Snake Creek, and before we went, | went to dig some worms for bait, when ; Bill Black said let’s turn over this log. | and I found this here piece, which the ! minister says looks like silver.’ The eye of the old mail brightened; and i extending his hand lie took the uncouth lump, and wiping his spects, examined it with trembling hand—quickly rose, and without noticing liis guest, walked into an other room, and returned in about five minutes.' ‘You say you found this on your land ?’ ‘Yes and there’s plenty more of it; for I have dug up sich lumps afore.’ ‘Plenty of it, you say?’ ‘Yes, lots of it!’ The old man remained in statu quo for sometime, when an idea appeared to strike him, he said: ‘My dear friend, this resembles silver; if you will show me the ground you got it out of, I will decide upon it.’ ‘Well, if you’ll get into that wagon out there, I’ll drive you therein a short time.’ ‘Thank you, I’ll start immediately, for I want to know, for your satisfaction, the extent and quality of this ore.’ Jn ihey went, and off they drove, and early the next morning they arrived at Snake Creek, and the silver smith was soon shown the identical spot where the lump was found; when after carefully examining the ground he said: ‘You say that you have dug up more of this stuff here?’ ‘Sartin; jist wait till I get a pick-axe, and I’ll show you?’ The clod hopper brought the pick and commenced digging, apparently without casting his eye on any particular spot; when To! and behold! another lump of a large size comes up; and the old man I trembles at the indubitable evidence of a mine of pure silver! ‘That’s not half; it’s all about here said his companion, moving in another direc tion, and commenced digging again. The silver smith followed with a quick step, ! and the woodsman, after swinging his ! pick for a short time, brought forth an other lump—and still another! and took the old man around the field, and dug up the same stuff in every direction. This i was enough to base satisfied Old Nick himself and the old man at length said: I ‘Young man, this stuff might be made of some value, by a person who under stands smelting it, but it is of no value to you, and I would advise you to sell it.’ ‘Yes, but it’s so poor ground that no body’ll buy it.’ ‘What did you originally give for it?’ said the old man.’ ‘Forty dollars.’ ‘Well, I’ll tell you what I’ll do—l’ll give you one hundred dollars in silver. ‘Well, now, that’s fair, I think ; and I’ll just go and ask the old woman.’ He went into his cabin and returned in a minute saying: ‘Stranger, I guess I wont sell out, for there’s no more ground about here for sale, and the old woman says she wont move away from her people.’ The silver smith was fired with the prospect he had of clasping the rich treas ure, and went on offering the country man more and more until he reached a thousand dollars. This appeared to work the fellow, and he walked in his cabin again, and shortly returned. ‘Can’t stand it, stranger : the old wo man wont say yes, and there’s no use in trying to make her.’ This only made the avaricious silver smith mors furious, and after expostulat ing for some time with the countryman, he said: ‘Cio and tell your wife that I will give her two thousand dollars for this tract!’ He went again, and soon returned with a smile on his phiz, which plainly told the old man’s success. ‘Well stranger, I’ll tell you what; the old woman says that if you will give her three thousand wheelers down, and let us live here until we can move, she’ll take it.’ ‘Agreed!,said the voracious silver smith, and a contract was at once made, a bill of sale was drawn up by the squire—and a check on Nick Biddle given for the amount, which the countryman soon sold for the ready, and they parted—the silver smith to the city, and the clod hopper to his cabin. Two days after the silver smith return ed with a host of miners, and commenced operations on a grand scale, but after dig ging for some hours without finding more lumps, a feeling of apprehension began to take hold of them; and the silver smith grew pale, and trembling with fear and suspense he walked straight to the wood man’s cabin and inquiring for the coun tryman, found him seated quite contented ly by a large fire smoking his pipe. ‘Good morning sir—l have come sir; l licit tj liail uiy men ul wuik time five hours, sir—and have found none of that ore you showed me!’ ‘Well, now, do tell,’ said the country man, there must be two lumps about—for 1 know I planted seven in all, and we on ly dug up five!’ The remainder may be better conceiv ed than described. From one who writes well and wisely, J and with so much ease as the Editor of \ the Alexandria Gazette, the following j observations, in themselves just, come i with peculiar force: Editorial Writings. —A few days ago the National Intelligencer had some sen sible remarks on the subject of editing a paper. One idea expressed has frequent ly struck us with great force. Many people estimate the ability of a newspaper, and the industry and talents of its editor, by the variety and quantity of editorial matter which it contains. Nothing can be more fallacious.—lt is comparatively an easy task for a frothy writer to pour out, daily, columns of words — words, up on any and all subjects. His ideas may flow in “one weak, washy, everlasting flood,” and his command of language may enable him to string them together like bunches of onions; and yet his paper may be a meager and poor concern. But what is the labor, the toil of such a man, who displays his “leaded matter” ever so largely, to that imposed upon the judi cious well-informed editor, who exercises his vocation with an hourly consciousness of its responsiblities and its duties, devotes himself to the conduct of his paper with the same care and assiduity that a sensible lawyer bestows upon a suit, or a humane physician upon a patient—without regard to show or display! Indeed, the mere writing port, of editing a paper, is but a small portion of the work. The indus try is not even shown there. The care, the taste, the time, employed in selecting is far more important—and the tact of a good editor is better shown by his selec tions than any thing else; and that, we all know, is half the battle. But, as we have said, an editor ought to be estimated, and his labors understood and appreciat ed, by the general conduct of his paper— its tone—its temper —its manner—its uni form, consistent course—its principles — its aims—its manliness—its courtesy —its dignity—its propriety. To preserve all these, as they should be preserved, is enough to occupy fully the time and atten tion of any man. If to this be added the general supervision of the newspaper es tablishment, which most editors ha*e to encounter, the wonder is, how they can find time, or “head-room,” to write at all! Death of Sionor Lorenzo Df.pontb. This venerable Italian poet, who has long resided in New-York, departed this life on Friday evening, at his residence 91 Spring street, at the. advanced age of 90. [terms fa nr adtawo*. Mad DoQ.—WeU n — YrftWtf morning a mad dog was seen mnnMM through the Bowery, he was pursued f Z a rabble of boys, armed with dphs sad stones, when just above Grand street, the rabid animal turned into an alley leading to the stable of Mr. Saye or Say. One . of the hostlers were at the time in the sta ble yard, engaged in rubbing downs horse. He was at the moment robbing the fore legs of the horse, and did not discover the dog till he was clow npon him, and doubtless ready for a grip. The* man sprang forward a few feet, and the horse not liking the appearance of the new customer, dealt bins a blow with hie hind foot, which laid him sprawling, And completely stunned, if not qjniti dead. The matter was however decid ed without further danger, as he waa then —tup— with clubs by the mob who bad raadHHl the scene of action. It is doubttafelfeu timely interference of the hone that wed the life of the man. We did not loam that any persons were bitten by the dog. [Now York paper. Rapid Travelling. A gentleman who left Trieste on the 15th of Juno, pas sed through Italy, Switzerland, France and England, and spending one day at Venice, three at Milan, one at Lauaanne, two at Paris, one at Boulogne, three at London, and one at Liverpool, arrived at New York in the steamship Royal Will iam, on the 24th July —haring been only twenty-seven days of actual travel on the route. , . Longevity. —lt is a remarkable circum stance that the Russian empire exhibits more instances of longevity then any other country in the world. - A recent re turn gives the number of those who died above one hundred years as 3,173 in the course of four years, above one hundred and five years, 1,064; above one hundred* and ten years, 558; above one hundred and fifteen years, 326; above one hundred and twenty years, 211; above one hundred and twenty-five years, >80; above one hun dred and forty years, 10; and above one hundred and fifty years, I—making a grand tola) in four years of persons aged one hundred and upwards of 5,470. —— * A Commodore Rodgers was, up to bis death, the head of the American Navy— the oldest commander in the service—but. for the last fifteen months has been a resi dent of the Naval Asylum in Philadelphia, and the greater part of that tinUHlt close confinement, a confirmed lunitfe. He was made as comfortable as his unhappy situation would permit. His was not a continued madness, but a kind|of child ishness, with a strong passion for destruc tion upon slight or He had gradually grown weaker and weak er for several months past, and died yes terday morning about two o’clock, without any particular disease, but from excessive weakness. Singular Effects of Politeness up on the Wf.ather. — The Brighton Ga zette says: “Such was the effect of the ur banity of the Commodore at the late sail ing match, that although a most chilly, rainy, and uncongenial day, it vu made delightful by this gentleman’s extreme po liteness.” The Army and Navy Chronicle, speek ing of the late appointment DEL afield to the superintendence of the Military Academy, says that Col. Turn, who, it was generally understood, was to resume the command of that important post, for some reason not known, declin ed that duty. “There is no fear, however,” says the Chronicle, ‘‘that it will degener ate under the new superintendent, who is himself a graduate of the Academy." The Abtor Library.— The Com mercial Advertiser knock* aH the dona tion story of $350,000 ifllo j», with a positive contradiction of the tpbde of ft. Mr. Astor, it says, has occasionally inti mated his intention |o leave a /«,&( the creation of «library; but this there ia no foundation- for 4|M'Ji|||pks that have been circulated whfpMKch show of confidence. * '' ~ ~ " Steam Boat Herald BeArr.—The Cincinnati Gazette of theßtbiast says— “ The Cincinnati and Warsaw packet, Herald, on her downward passage, took ’fiie at half past two' o’clock, yesterday, eight miles below the city end burnt to - the waters edge. She w** ran okon at South Bend, and pasaengevs and ere#, numbering sixty, essayed without serious Sun. « ■ A gentleman who was rats—r ibyitient at table, declared he widll|^« ; coeld manage without Serf art wore “greater plague than profit.’* “Why not have a dumb waiter,” sug gested a friend. “Oh no,” returned the other; “I have tried them — they don’t answer."