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“ Wisdom, Justice, Moderation.” VOL. I. ALBANY, BAKER COUNTY, GEORGIA, NOVEMBER 26,1845. •■nth NO. 33. THE ALBANY PATRIOT, „ nl usuto mil we»uesdat noubo, ax NELSON TIFT & SETH N. BOUQHTON, Editors amI fVnjinttoTif TERMS. MARVELLOUS. A French meant, niDijohn, went one mgbt quite ea ban sled to bed, after long and Tam efforts to make oat the sense of a pas sage in a Greek poet. On railing asleep „ . he seemed to himself to be transported in TVVO DoHara per *annm, if paid in advance, or spirit to Stockholm, where he was conduct- Three Pottos rt the end of the year.- cd into the palace of Queen Christina, ush- JfStfoS DolStt fim u£ertfo£ and fp^acomnar. meat In which b««l^r CCd *£^5, for each continuance. Advertisements **»a compart ment la which be distinguish. .Wine the number of insertions specified, wffl f? « small volume that bare a title new to ufpublished until forbid. him. He opened the volume, and found "SejofhsndondNegrocsbyEwcntbrs.Adminis- inil the solution of the grammatical diffi. Gnsriia™. rc< l““’ 0< f *7 law to he cully which had so perplexed him. The Alibied in apaldic gazette, sixty days previous to joy which he felt at this discovery awaking Personal Property nktutbeadvertised "jJ** * 1 ‘J* 1 !!* J" 4 mad *. * mfm * i-ttr cornier forty days. amndotn of what he had seen m his dream, to Debtors and Creditors of an estate most \ h ® passage he now found perfectly bed forty days. cleared up. The adventure, however, was „ that application will be made to the Court too si range to suffer him to rest satisfied offtSwry seU Land and Negroes, must without taking some steps to ascertain in lt , published weekly for four month*. how far the impressions of his nocturnal Voothly Advertisements,One Dollar per square journal corresponded with the reality.— (lfflfll insertion. nitcmrlPO trno nl tknl limn nt fitnnlsnliM J- n lapse degree of that ohtivious influence which is so grateful to the smoker. He little dreaiiis of the terrible penalty which his nervous system must pay hereafter for this pernicious indulgence. From this re cent practice comes the greater expensive- ness of the superior segnr, and the increas ing value of the crude opium. Charleston Transcrip. From the Southern Patriot. A TWILIGHT SCENE. Hie but taint ray of light expires, That gilds tbs parting day. While o’er yea mount its flickering fires, Are fading Gut away. The noaottin* east their dnsky shade Along the rolling stream, And deepens in each forest glade, Dim twilight’s shadowy gleam. ijrcarh ... rr All betters on business must bo port paid. POETRY. Descartes was at that time at Storkoim, and our lacanf wrote to Chanut, the French ambassador to the Swedish court, with wham he was acquainted, requesting hitn to ask the philosopher whether the royal library had such and such peculiarities, (which he described,), and whether, in a certain compartment, a certain volume, of There’, s frown for the monarch, a golden crown— suc |, a size and form, was not to be found, THE CROWN OF LIFE. ST BUSS SARRAII C. EDO AUTOS. As) many a ray from its wreath streams down, Of u iris hue from a thousand gems, Ttat are woven in blossoms on jewelled stems; They've rifled the depth of Golconda’s mine, As) stolen the pearls from the ocean’s brine; list the rarest gem, and the finest gold, Oa i brow of cam lies heavy and cold. There's a crown for the victor, of lotus-flowers, Hailed with myrtle from tropical bowers; And tl.e golden hearts of the nymphasa gleam Fnai their snowy bills with a mellow beam. They have stripped the breast of the sacred Nile, | And ravished the bowers of the vino-clad isle, Bathe sweetest flower from the holy flood; Aal the vine will fade on a brow of blood 1 There’s u crown for the poet, a wreath of bay— A tribute of praise to the thrilling lay. The amaranth twines with the laurel bough, | .And seeks a repose on his pensive brow. They're searched in the depths of Italia’s groves, To find out the chaplet a poet loves: Dots fadeless wreath, in vain they havo sought— it withers away on a brow of thought. There's a crown for tbo Christian, a crown of life, tiained in the issues of bloodless strife; Tis a halo of hope, of joy, and of love, Brightened by sunbeams from fountains above, They’ve gathered its rays from sources afar, From Seraphim’s eyes, and Bethlehem’s Star; And the flow of its light will ever increase, For a Christian’s brow is a brow of peace. on such and such a page of which stood ten Greek verses, n copy of which the savant subjoined. Descartes answered the am bassador, that, useless the querist had been in the habit of visiting the library for the lost twenty years-he could not have descri bed its arrangement more accurately; the compartment, the volume, the Greek ver ses, all tallied exactly with the description. A counterpart to this story is related by Wangcnhcin. The son of a Witiemhcrg jurist was studying at Gottengen,nnd, itav I tng occasion for a book which he could not I find in the library there, and which he re membered to have seen nt home, wrote to request his fntltcr to send him the same.— The fntltcr searched bis library for the liook in vain ; it was not to be found, and he wrote to his son to this effect. Some lime after, as he was at work in his library, and rose from his scat to replace a book which he had done with on its shelf, he beheld his son standing not far from hitn, and in the act, as it seemed, of reaching down a book, which stood at a considerable height nnc on which the outslrcchcd hand of the I figure was already laid. “My son !” cried High in the dear blue sky afar, Beams forth the queen of night, As round her track each twinkling star, Impart, its radiant light. tbiscountry, and enable us to, go on os we have begun, and if any country could re semble Paradise, it would be Oregon.— But many ore becoming disheartened at the tardy.inoremenls of Congress in rela tion to American Citizens in this valuable portion of our domain. If Congress intends to lend a helping hand to the infant colony here, now numbering some 5,000 souls, let it be done in this our time if need, oth erwise we shall soon be compelled to de pend upon our own resources for protection and defence from a foreign power. Please send several of your papers here by the next emigration, as they will be read with interest by nil Americans in the country. We are not strong, but look to the Ameri can flag as our own, and long to see it floating constantly on the waters of the Columbia. I am, dear sir, yours trulv, CHARLES SAXTON. In fancy aoon my spirit flies, Through yon realms of fire, Where bright-orbed seraphs of the skies, Strike the harmonious lyre. I ace the glittering gates of Heaven, Thrown open to my gaze, And feel that Earth was only given, To hymn its Maker’s praise. Charlatan, Not. 13th, 184$. LETTER FROM OREGON. Oregon Citt, April 14th, 1845. To the Editor of the Platte Argus: Dear Sir :—Knowing the lively interest you have ever taken in the Oregon ques tion, and your numerous readers in the States, 1 embrace the opportunity which presents itsell of sending a letter to the States, by a parly ol some ten or twelve men who expect to start in a few days to cross the Rocky Mountains. The emigration that left Missouri in the spring of 1844, tfbdcr the command of Gen. Gilliam and Col. Ford, arrived here safe with their families and stock, having come with their wagons as far as the Dalles on the Columbia, 151) miles from this place, whore they took their wagons and families down in boats on the Columbia, and drove their stock ovet the Cascado mountains—We met with no serious ncci- MISCELLANY. the astonished father, “how came you j dent on tho way and were not troubled by here ?” As ho spoke tho apparition van-; the Indians, if we may except the Iowas ished. The father, whoso presence of mind ; w || 0 stole some of our cattle; but their was not disturbed, immediately took down Chief caused them to make up the loss, on the book on which the hand of the figure :0 iir demanding the worth of our property had seemed to he laid, and, behold, it was before leaving them, the very one which his son had written lor. j 1 am much better pleased with Oregon He sent it by that day’s post to Gottcngcn, I than 1 expected to be on tny arrival at this but soon after received a letter from his son place, which, though it is a growing busi- written on the very morning on which he ness place, is not as pleasantly situated as ppnDUTitii Mrvrmiu i had .seen the apparition, nnd staling the many other town sites in Oregon. I have rt,Ill'Ll UAL MU 1 tUIt. exact spot where the writer was confident recently returned from the great valley of We were invited on yesterday to exam- the book was to be found. It is unneces- the Creole river, which enters into the Wai lful. Boone’s attempt to solve this long- snry to sav that it was the very spot wjiich lamette 1U0 miles above the Willamette I nought problem. Our examination was the apparition had already indicated. .Falls, and am mach pleased with that I somewhat cursory, but sufficient to satisfy Dublin University Magazine.' part of the country. It is mostly an open I vi that he has invented a machine which ■ D rppi?n~ I prairie country, though sufficienilytimbcr- I - ill move until some of its parts are worn rAKMLtoo oabEti. ■ cd for good farms, nnd the soil is equal to I cut by friction and the chemical elements I We hclieve in small farms and thorough a „y part of Missouri, or Illinois. The val- cftlre atmosphere. The source from which cultivation. ley is just beginning to be settled, many of the motive power derived is found in the We believe that the soil loves to cal, ns t | )C | a(e emigrantshaving settled there, a- tttaiexpunsivcncssnnd of course coni me-1 well as its owner, and ought therefore lobe mongthent Gen. Gilliam, Col. Ford and I t-ity of refined spermaceti oil, which in their well manured.' _ Cnpt. Thorp, who commanded the corapa- Mtulities is four and a half times greater - We believe in going to the bottom of n y that crossed the Missouri at the Council than mercury. The oil is placed in a me- things, and therefore in deep plowing and Bluffi. Mr. Shaw is also settled in this 1 t-i!lic globe, from which it rises or sinks in enough of it. All the better if it be a sub- |^ au tiful valley. Mr. S. brought with him i fleef tube, into this tube again is filled a soil plow. _ _ , t a flock of sheep, nnd, 1 believe, did not lose I «eel cylinder that ascends or falls with the We believe in large crops which leave one on t (, 0 tr ip s When at his house on the I Iquid. With this cylinder .ure connected the land better than when they found it— the weights and checks that regulate the making both the farmer and form nch at uniformity of the motion. We had not once. sufficient time to obtain a minute know- We believe that every farm should own .'edge of the machine, but wo cotdially re- a good farmer. commend to our fellow-citizens a personal We believe that the best fertilizer of any I visit to a very curioud and ingenious inven- soil, is a spirit of industry, enterprise ana |ti°n. It comes to us recommended by able intelligence—without this, lime, gypsum 1 J#d scientific men, nnd among others by I and green manure, marl and guano will Dc w. Locke—Mays tills IKy.) Eagle. of little use. 1 Wc believe in good fences, good bnms, ■ _ " n the fourth volume of the memoirs of good farm-houses, good stock, good or- I - bonus Jefferson, page 413, the following chords, and children enough to gather the ktter to Thomas Jefferson Smith will he fruit. I l9u od: Wc believe in a clean kitchen, a neat Moxtickllo, Fcbuary 21,1825. 1 wife in,it, a spining piano, a dean cup- ,*5** letter will to you, be as one from board, n clean dairy ana a clean conscience. Jbc dead. The writer will be in the gravo wit» rmi t */orc you can weigh its counsels. Your I IUBALLu. ^ettonate and excellent father hnsre-| .The “MystencsrfTohacc^.^w^hc^iUUe | Tested that I would address to you some- of a new book, ovident ntsaiditipon the <W on the course of life you havo to ran; 5 ced * by aMr^Lane, o rgy “> •>nd I, too, a. a name-sake, feel an interest York, just nwmd^ ^^ oftlMrt c^ ,n ‘l>at cause. Adore Gon. Reverence d- By thts cherish your parents. Love your told that he enwys' pghbor as yourself and your country’?"?® 'I'wnity of anuWuntter ofanal- more than yourself. Be just. Be true.—| bummous nature, the mnlate or lime with I 'lurmur not at tho ways of Providence.— I shall the life into which yon have on- I feted tie the portal to one of eternal and in- I '(Table bliss. And if to the dead it is per mitted to care for the things of this world, I ifety action of your life will be under my 1 fejttd. Farewell. TH: JEFFERSON. Somebody says, if yoo want to make a sober man i drunkard, give him a wife that will scold him | **7 tins he comes bone. Just so. And.ontho ’ haa), if yon want to make one of Eve’s fair i, -hta» another Mrs. Ouodle, fire her for a ha»- I yonrskyhiks, who thinks of nothing | but giMlhtg. and brandy toddle. [fit. fit. Star. an excess of acid; acetic acid; nitrate and muriate of potash; s red matter, witnoiit name, and nature undetermined, which is soluble in alcohol, and swells and boils in the fire; muriate of ammonia, and some other substance of peculiarly acrid" though colourless character. To think that one who smokes carries ail these diabolical sub stances in his jaws, should be caution en ough against the practice. We do not see that Mr. Lane includes among these pes tiferous commodities, one, more deleterious perhaps than all, which recent cupidity has found it advisable to incorporate among the rest. This is opium. The leaves previous to being made into the segar is saturated in liquid opium, and thus receive Creole river, I counted twenty-five lambs from his flock of 2< 1 sheep. Another river enters the Wallamette also on the West side. 13 miles above the mouth of tbo Creole, which streams form an im mense plain on a great bend of the Walla- mette, miles in extent from North to South, without a hill, while high bills sur round the streams some ten miles from their junction with the Wallamette. From the top of those you have a grand prospect of the surrounding country, and behold the snow capped summits of Mis. Hood, Jef ferson ana St. Helen. Those hills are ex cellent for stock, being well watered, and covered the year round with green grass. The Twallaty Plains is also a fine prai rie country, SO miles West - of this place.— The Clatsop Plains are also highly spoken of, at the mouth of the Columbia river, though it is a small open country, surround ed by a dense forest, which I have not yet visited. There is a saw mill thirty miles from the Clatsop Plains, and they are now building a grist mill on the plains. Gen. William and J. O’Neal, Esq. are building, a saw mill and a grist mill bn the Creole riv er which they will have in operation this summer. . ■ . Maj. Hams and several othcre will soon start to view out a road from the hcad'wa- ters of (he Wallamette to the Soda Springs beyond Fort Hall, with the desip of bring ing the next emigration through that way intb the Wallametto valey. A word about prices,—common laborers pt $2,00 per dav hero and board themselves; wheat is worth $1,011 per bushel, and as we are not yet annoyed with any Scntiappo A ~ not waste their time at tippling we have none. Wanderings of a Pilgrim under the shadow of Mont Blanc.- By George B. Chttver D. D. Mo. VI. Library of American Books. Wiley & Putnam. The Southern Patriot gives a favorable notice of this work, accompanied with ex tracts, from which wo copy the following bcaittiful.dcscripl ions. The day that I set out was so misty, that I took an umbrella, for the fog gather ed and fell like rain, and 1 more than doubl ed whether 1 could see tbo sun at all. In the midst of this mist 1 climbed the rocky zigzag half hewn out of the face of the mountain, and half natural, and pnssiur the village that is perched among the higl rocks, which might be a refuge lor the co nics, began toiling tip the last ascent of the mountain, seeing nothing, feeling nothing, but the thick mis', the veil of which had closed below and behind me over village, path nnd precipice, and still continued hea vy and dark above me, so thnt I thought l never should get out of it. Suddenly my head rose above the level of the fog into the clear air, and the heavens were shining, and Mont Blanc, with the whole illimitable range of snowy mountain tops nround him, was throwing 'back the sun! An ocean of mist, as smooth as chalcedony, as soft and white ns the eider-duck’s breast, lay over the whole lower world; and as I rose' above it, and ascended tho mountain to its over hanging verge, it seemed an infinite abyss of vapor, where only the mountain tbps were visible, on the Jura range like verdant wooded islunils, on the Mont Blanc range as glittering surges nnd pyramids of ice ana snow. No language enn describe the extraordinary sublimity and beauty of the view. A level sea of white inis', in every direction, as far as the eye could extend, with a continent of mighty icebergs on the one sido floating in it, nnd on the other a forest promontory, with a slight undula ting swell in the bosom of the sea, like the long smooth undulations of the ocean in a calm. “ Standing on the overhanging crags, I could hear the chime of the hells, the hum of busy labor, and the lowing of cattle bu ried in the mist, and faintly coming up to you from the fields nnd villages. Now nnd then a bird darted up out of the mist into tho clear sun and air, and sailed in playful cijdes, and then dived and disap peared again below the surface. By and Dye the wind began to agitate the cloudy sea, and more and more of the mountains became visible. Sometimes you have a bright sunset athwart this sea of cloud, which then rolls in waves burnished and Upped with fire. When you go down into the mist again, nnd leave behind you the beautiful sky^a clear bracing atmosphere, the bright sun and the snow-shining moun tains, it is like passing from heaven to earth, from tho brightness and serenity of the one to the darkness and cares of the other.— The whole scene is a leaf in Nat tire’s book, which but few turn over; but how rich it is in beauty and glory, and food for medi tation, none can tell util those who have witnessed it. Thisisascene in Cloud-land, which hath its mysteries of beauty, that defy the skill of tne painter and the engra ver.” With one more passage, descriptive of the Mcr-dc-Glace, we must conclude our selections from this interesting volume : “ The first and principal excursion from Chnmouny is generally that of the Mer- dc-Glacc. It is not at all difficult, but if you have fine weather, it gives you some of the most sublime experiences of moun tain scenery you can meet with in all the regions of the Alps. You cross the mead ows in the vale of Cbamouny, step over the new-born, furious Arve, and climb the mountain precipices to the height of 2,000 feet, by a rough, craggy path, sometimes winding amidst a wood of firs, and some times wandering over green grasses. At Montanvcrt you find yourselfon the ex tremity of a plateau, so situated that on one side you may look down tftto the dead finosen sen, and on the other, by a few steps into the lovely green vale of. Clinmouny! What astonishing variety and contrast in the spectacle! Far beneath, a smiling ana verdant valley, watered by the Arvc, with hamlets fields and gardens, the abode of !e do life, sweet children and flowers; far above, opa—for savage and inaccessible crags Of ice and ' granite, and acaiaract of stiffened billows, . “From the bosom of tba tuthblihg.Sea of ice, enormous granite needles shoot into tho sky, objects of singular sublimity, ope of them nstag to the great height of I3,U0U feet,.seven thousand above the point tobeTO you are standing. This is more than dou ble the height of Mount Washington in our country, and this amazing pinnacle of tOck looks like the mire of an interminable co lossal cathedral, with other pinnacles a- round. No snow can cling to the summits if these jagged spires; the lightning does tot splinter them; the tempests rave round them; and at their base, those eternal drif ting ranges of snow are formed, that sweep down into the frozen ken, and feed the per petual, immeasurable massee-of the glacier. Meanwhile, the laughing verdure, sprink led with flowers; plays upon the edges of the enormous masses ot ice—so near, that you may almost touch the ice with one hand, and with the other pluck the violet. So, oftentimes, the ice ana the verdure aro mingled in our earthly pilgrimage;—so, sometimes, in one and the same family you may see the exquisite refinements ana tho crabbed repugnance* of human nature. So, in the same house of God, on the samo bench, may sit an angel and a murderer; a villain, like a glacier, and a man like a sweet running brook in the sunshine. “The impetuous urrested cataractseents as if it were ploughing the rocky gorgo with its turbulent surges. * Indeed, thcridg- es of rocky fragments along the edges of the glacier, called moraines, do look precise ly ns if a colossal irrn plough had lorn them from the mountain, nnd laid then; along in one continuous furrow on the frozen verge. It is a sccneof stupcndoussublimity. These mighty granite peaks, hewn and pinnacled into Gothic towers, and these rugged moun tain walls nnd buttresses,—what a cathe dral! with its cloudless sky, by starlight, for its fretted roof—the cliaunttng wail of the tempest, and the rushing of the ava lanche tor its organ. How grand the thun dering sound of the vast masses of ice tum bling from the roof of the Arvc-cnvem at the'foot of the glacier! Does it not seem, as it sullenly and heavily echoes, and rolls up from so immense a distance below, even more sublime than the thunder of the ava lanche above us ? We could tell better, if wc could have a genuine upper avalanclm to compare with it. But whnt a stupen dous scene . ‘ I begin now,’ said my com panion, Mo understand the origin of tho Gothic Architecture.’ This was a very natural feeling; but after all, it could not have been such a scene, that gave birth to the great idea of that ‘frozen poetry’ of the Middle Ages. Far more likely it was tha sounding uislesof the dim woods, with their chequered green light, and festooned, poin ting arches. “The colosal furrow of rocks and grave! along the edges of the ice at the shores of the sea are produced by the action of tha frost and the avalanches, with tha march of the glacier against the side of the moun-> tains. Not hing can be more singular than these ridges of Mountain debris, apparent ly ploughed up and worked off by tne mo ving of the whole bed of ice down the val ley. . Near the shore, the sen is turbid with those rocks and gravel; but as you go out - into the channel, the ice becomes dearcr nnd more glittering, the crevices and fis sures deeper and more dangerous, nnd all the phenomena more astonishing. Deep blue, pellucid founts of ice cold water lie in the opening gulfs, and sometimes, putting rour ear to the yawning fissures, you may tear the rippling of the rills below, that from the bosom of the glacier are hurrying down to constitute the Arve, bursting furi ously forth from the great icc-cavcrn in the valley. “It is impossible to find a grander imago of the rigidity and barrenness, the coldness and death of winter, than when you stand among the coldness of one of these frozen sens; and yet it is hare that nature locks up in her careful bosom the .treasures of the Alpine vallies, the sources of rich sum mer verdure and vegetable life. They are hoarded up in winter, to be -poured forth beneath the sun, and with the sun in sum mer. Some of the.largest riversjn-Europo take their rise from the glaciers,'and give to the Swiss vallies their most abundant supply of water, in the season when or dinary streams are dried up. This is a most interesting provision in the economy of nature, for if tne glaciers did not exist, those verdant vallies into which tha sum mer sun pours with such fervor, would he parched with.drought. So the mountains are parents of.perpetual streams and tbo glaciers are rcsorvoirs of plenty.” Only let the Government of the United stretching away beyond sighG—the throho States extend the national jurisdiction over of Death and Winter. Indolence.—When a man has nothing but leisure, indolence overspreads the whole of his lime. He does nothing^ He.growft moody and gloomy. His spirits sink and languish into lethargy; ana his parts, be ing in no motion, are of no use to him.— Bui straighten him by business, nnd you put his spirits in motion. lie is full of n- Incritv. He has in reality, more leisure than he had.when he had nothing but leis ure. Divide his time into portions, distri bute some for business, others for pleasure, nnd he has a landmark to direct himself by. His life has a determined course ltko wdter enclosed by its banks. ,.... - ' Do well whfie tliioa'Wrfii; but regard not wha‘. b said of it. Be content with deserving praise, add yrrar posterity tfaafi rejoice in hearing ft.