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VOLUME X.
Sflfcl Poctnj.
LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song:
Love that is too hot and strong
Burnetii soon to waste:
Still I would not have thee cold,
Not too backward or too bold ;
Love that lasteth till ’tis old
Fadeth not in haste.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
If thou lovest me too much,
It will not prove as true a touch:
Love me little, more than such,
For I fear the end:
I am with little well content,
And a little from ihce sent
Is enough with true intent,
To be steadfast, friend.
Love me little, love me long, Ac.
Constant love is moderate ever,
And it will through life persever,
Give me that with true endeavor,
I will it restore:
A suit of durance let it be,
For all the weathers that for me,
For the land or for the sea,
Lasting evermore.
Love me little, love me long, Ac.
Winter’s cold or summer’s heat,
Autumn’s tempest on it beat,
It can never kuow defeat,
Never can rebel:
Such the love that. I would gain,
Such the love, I tell thee plain,
Thou must give or woo in vain;
So to thee farewell.
Love me little, love me long, Ac.
1589.
THE BROOK AND TIIE SPARROW.
A FABLE.
“Oh whither so fast, my lady Brook,
Oh whither so fast to-day ?
Tarry a while from your onward dance,
And peep out here with your merry glance,
To chat with a friend, I pray.’'
And the Brook made answer —** I cannot stay
Sweet Sparrow, to prate with you,
For the morning hours are flitting awav,
And I have my task to do.”
“ And what may yonr work be, Lady Brook,
That you cannot stop to-day?
Babbling over the stones you go,
And a noisy tongue you have, I trow,
But what are your tasks, I pray?
Nothing, I ween, but an idle song
To sing as you wander by:
Nothing, I ween, but to catch the gleam
Os the sun in the deep blue sk}> —
Nothing, but dimple, and flit with the bee,
Or the yellow butterfly.”
“ Friend Sparrow,” replied the little Brook,
“ Mine are but humble tasks,
Yet a willing step and a cheerful look,
My great Employer asks,
And gladly I fulfil them all,
Simple although they be,
And I sing, for the very joy of my heart,
To the butterfly and the bee.”
“ And what are these wondrous tasks, I pray ?”
Quoth the Sparrow in disdain;
And she laughed outright, while the little brook
Made answer ret again:
“ I bathe the foots of the willow trees,
Beneath whose bows I pass,
And the hazel bush, and the alders low,
And freshen the meadows through which I flow,
And strengthen the tender grass;
The sweet wild flowers would droop and die,
If not for my nursing care,
And on my verge is the greenest mass
That groweth anywhere.
“ The birds alight at the morning’s prime,
To plash in my cooling breast,
And the weary oxen come down to drink,
At the noonday hour of rest,
And the lowing kine from the meadows come,
And I give them a draft so clear,
You may believe they loth to leave
A fount of such dainty cheer.
Simple, indoed, friend Sparrow, I know,
Are the tasks that I fulfil,
Yet methiuks the humblest work should be
Performed with an earnest will;
It giveth a feeling of such content,
To do in all things our best,
But now I must bid you a kind good day.”
Then the rivulet hastened on its way,
And the Sparrow, with nothing else to say,
Flew back again to her nest.
THE EVERGREEN.
Love cannot be the olive tree,
Whose bloom but once is seen ;
Go search the grove—the tree of love
la sure the evergreen;
For that’s the same in leat and frame,
’Neath cold or sunny skies;
You take the ground its roots have bound,
Or it, transplanted, dies!
That love thus shoots, and firmly roots
In woman’s heart, we see;
Through smiles and tears in after years
It grows a fadeless tree.
The tree of love, all trees above,-
Forever may be seen,
In summer’s bloom or w inter’s gloom,
A hardy evergreen.
Scmlljmt Wecklij Cifcrtmj ant)' lYUsctUancous 3ouvnal, far t\je Ijonw Circle.
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DREAMING ON WEDDING
CAKE.
A certain bachelor editor who had
received, from the fair hand of a lady,
a piece of elegant wedding cake to dream
on, thus gives the result of his experi
ence :
We put it under the head of our pil
low shut our eyes sweetly as an infant,
and blessed with an easy conscience,
soon snored prodigiously. The God of
our dreams gently touched us, and lo !
iu fancy, we were married. Never was
a little editor so happy. It was “my
love, dearest sweetest,” ringing in our
ears constantly. Oh ! that the dream
had broken oft' here. But no, some evil
genius put it in the head of ducky to
have pudding for dinner, just to please
her lord.
In a hungry dream we sat down to
dinner. Well, the pudding moment ar
rived, and a huge slice almost obscured
from sight the plate before us.
“My dear,” said we, fondly,"“didyou
make this ?”
“ Ye&, love, ain’t it nice ?”
“Glorious—the best bread pudding I
ever tasted in my life.”
“ Plum pudding, ducky,” suggested
my wife.
“0, no dearest, bread pudding. I al
ways was fond of ’em.”
“ Cal! that bread pudding!” exclaim
ed my wife, while her lips curled slightly
with contempt.
“ Certainly, my dear : reckon I’ve had
enough at the Sherwood Ilouse, to know
bread pudding my love, by all means.”
“ Husband—this is really too bad—
plum pudding is twice as hard to make
as bread pudding, and is more expensive
and is a great deal better. I say this is
plum pudding, sir !” and my pretty wife’s
brow flushed with excitement.
“My love, my dear, my sweet love,”
exclaimed we, soothingly, “do not get
angry; I’m sure it’s very good if it is
bread pudding.”
“ You mean, low wretch,” fiercely re
plied my wife in a higher tone, “you
know its plum pudding.”
“ Then, ma’am, it is so meanly put to
gether, and so badly burned, that the
devil himself couldn’t know it. I tell
you, madanie, most distinctly and em
phatically, and will not he contradicted,
that it is bread pudding, and the meanest
kind at that.”
“Itis plum pudding,” shrieked my
wife, as she hurled a glass of claret in
my face, the glass itself tapping the
claret from my nose.
“ Bread pudding!” gasped we, pluck
to the last, and grasping a roasted chick
en by the left leg.
“ Plum pudding !” rose above the din
as we bad a distinct perception of feeling
two plates smashed across our head.
“ Bread pudding!” we groaned in a
rage as the chicken left our hand, and
flying with swift wings across the table,
landed in madam’s bosom.
“ Plum pudding,” resounded the war
cry from the enemy, as the gravy dish
took us where we had been depositing
the first pait of our dinner, and a plate
of beets landed upon our white vest.
“ Bread pudding forever!’’ shouted we
in defiance, dodging the soup tureen and
falling beneath its contents.
“Plum pudding,” yelled the amiable
spouse, as noticing our misfortune, she de
termined to keep us down by piling upon
our head the dishes with no gentle hand.
Then, in rapid succession followed the
war-cry, “ Plum pudding !” she shrieked
with every dish;
“ Bread pudding !” iffsmotbered tones,
came up from the pile in reply.
Then it was “ plum pudding,” in rapid
succession, the last cry growing
untiljas we can distinctly recollect, it[had
grown to a whisper.' “ Plum pudding”
resounded like thunder, followed by a
tremendous crash as our wife leaped up
on the pile with her delicate feet, and
commenced jumping up and down—
MADISON, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 185 G.
when, thank Heaven, we awoke and thus
saved our life.
We shall never dream on wedding
cake again—that’s the moral.
A “Blower.”
There is no denying that there is a
class of individuals who seem to think
that there is nothing in life so desirable
as being intimately acquainted with
prominent public characters. We have
read of many such, but'Major Lucky, as
described in the following is most de
cidedly just “ a huckleberry above the
persimmon” of any of them :
Few men have ever gone to Congress
with more fun and popularity than Hon.
Leslie Coombs, of Kentucky. In the
way of anecdote he is unequalled ; while
his mode of telling stories imparts a tone
to them that no one can appreciate who
has not heard them. Among the “char
acters” that Mr. Coombs knows like a
book, is old Maj. Luckcy, whoso taste
for braging amounts at times to the sub
lime. Whenever the Major has a stran
ger in the neighborhood, ho opens wide
and “ spreads himself,” and with a suc
cess that leaves 11s nothing to desire.
The following scene took placo be
tween the Major and Colonel Peters, a
“late arrival” from Illinois:
“ Major, I understood from Gen.
Coombs that shortly after the revolution
you visited England. How did you like
the jaunt?”
“ Capitally ; I had’ntbeon in London
five hours before Rex sent for me to play
whist, and a devil of a time we had of
it!”
“ Rex !—what Rex ?”
“Why, Rex the King—George the
Third. The game came off at Windsor
Castle; Rex and I playing against Billy
Pitt and Ned Burke and resulted rather
comically.”
“ How so ?”
“ As we weie playing the last game
Rex said, in rather a familiar manner:
‘Major, I suppose you are acquainted
with Charley Washington, are you not?’
“ ‘No, sir-ee,’ said I ‘I am not—but
I’ll tell you who I am acquainted with—
George Washington, the Father of his
Country.’
“ ‘Father bed d,’ says he ; ‘Be was
a cursed rebel, and bad I served him
right I would have hung him long ago.’
“ This, of course, riled me to that de
gree, that I just drew back and gave
him a blow between the eyes that felled
him like a bullock. The next moment,
Burke and Pitt mounted me, and in less
than ten minutes my shirt and breeches
were so torn and tattered, that I looked
like Lazarus. This gave me rather a
distaste for English society, so the next
morning I set sail for America. Six
weeks after I landed at Washington.—
The first person I met after entering the
city, was Q.”
“Q ?—what Q ?”
“ Why, that and and old Federalist,
Quincy Adams. He wanted me to play
nine pins with him, and I did so. Won
S2OO at two shillings a game, and then
had a row.”
“ About what ?”
“He wanted to pay me off in Conti
nental money, worth a shilling a peck.
I got angry, and knocked him into a
spittoon. While I still had him down
Jim came in and dragged me off to the
White House.
“ What Jim ?”
“ Why, Jim Madison. I went, played
euchre for two hours, when Tom came
in and insisted that I should go home
with him.”
“ What Tom 3”
“Why, Tom Jefferson. Jim, how
ever would not listen to it, and the con
sequence was that they went in to fight.
In the midst of it they fell over the ban
isters and dropped about fifty feet.—
When I left they were giving each other
h—l in the coal cellar. How it ter
minated I never could lea n, as just then
Martha ran in and said I must accompa
ny her to Mount Vernon to see George.”
“ What Martha do you mean ?”
“ Martha Washington, wife to George
Washington, the old boy that gave Jessy
to the bloody Hessians,”
About here Coombs 6aid the stranger
began to discover that he was “ swallow
ing things.” The next stage that came
along he took passage for an adjacent
town. The Major, we, believe, js still
living and still believes that the
ing he gave George Rex is “the
est best thing on record.” ',; en '
_ Hers
A Very Polite Judged
Governor Ford of Illinois, tells a’ e
rich anecdote of one of the early juu^
of that State, but the Governor does not
put upon record the name of the sensi
tive and considerate magistrate.
At the court over which this judge
presided, a man by the name of Green
was convicted of murder, and the judge
was obliged to pass sentence of death
upon the culprit. Calling on the prison
er to riso the judge said to him
“ Mr. Green, the jury say you are
guilty of murder, and the law says you
are to be hung. I want you, and all
your friends down on Indian Creek to
know that it is not I who condemn you;
it is the jury and the law. Mr. Green,
at what time, sir, would you like to he
hung; (lie law allows you time for prep
aration ?”
The prisoner replied, “ May it pleaso
your honor, I am ready at any time;
those who kill the body have no power
to kill the soul. My preparation is
made, and you can fix the time to suit
yourself; it is all the same to me, sir.”
“ Mr. Green,” returned the judge, “ it
is a very serious matter to be hung ; it
can’t happen to a man but once in bis
life, unless the rope should break
before bis nock is broke, and you had
belter take all tbe time you can get.—
Mr. Clerk, since it makes no difference
to Mr. Green jvhen be is hung, just look
into the almanac, and see whether this
day four weeks comeson Sunday.”
The clerk looked as ho was directed,
:and reported that that day four weeks
came on Thursday.
“Then,” said the judge,“ Mr. Green,
if you please you will bo bung Ibis day
four weeks at twelve o’clock,”
The attorney-general, James Turney,
Esq., here interposed and said.
“ May it please the court, on occasions
of this sort, it is usual for courts to pro
nounce a formal sentence, to remind the
prisoner of his perilous condition, to re
prove him for his guilt, and to warn him
against the judgement in the world to
come.”
“Oh, Mr. Turney,” said the judge,
“ Mr. Green understands the whole mat
ter ; he knows ho has got to bo luing.—
You understand it, Mr. Green don’t
you ?”
“ Certainly,” said the prisoner.
“Mr. Sheriff, adjourn tbe court.”
Four weeks from that day Mr Green
was hung, but not so much to his own
satisfiaclion as his appearance promised
on the da\ T of his conviction.
Tub Menagerie. —“Mr. Showman,
what is that ?”
“That, my dear, is the Rynocerow.
Tie is cousing - crinan or Dutch relative
to the Unicorn. He was born on the
desert of Sary Ann, and fed on bamboo
and missionaries. He is very courageous,
and never leaves borne unless be moves,
in which case he goes somewhere else
unless he is overtaken by the dark. He
was brought to this country much against
his own will, which accounts for his low
sp ; rits, when he’s melancholy or dejected.
He is now somewhat aged, although he
has seen the day when he was the youn
gest specimen of animated nature in the
world. Pass on, my dear, and allow the
ladies to survey the wisdom of Providence,
as displayed in the ring tailed monkey, a
hanimal that can stand hangng like a
feller critter, only it’s reversed.”
Interesting to Lames. —A scientific
hair dresser in London, has discovered
a wonderful new pomade, which he guar
antees, “ will prevent the bonnet falling
off the head.”
Going Ashore in an Iron Pot.
Some seventy or eighty years ago, on
board of a small brig belonging to the
East India Company, among a number
of impressed men, were a brace cf as un
tamed wild sons of the “ Emerald Isle as
iver ye saw,” both from the same town,
o- and of course sworn friends. They were
it, but n. mvd*.ette«^ r j i o] e crew, from thepecu
memories tha, ll v(tp' 0 f t] le ; r intellects, and be
were before the - jher could not or would not
a tomb in it-yming-—literally, they were
“It was rth their salt.”
I were sinjr brig was short of hands, and put
Tfl&ftf small bay cn the coast of Africa.
Being anchored off some distance from
the shore, the officers and crew went
ashore to collect wood and water, leaving
our two heroes to watch on the upper
deck, with orders to fire one of the guns
in case of an attack by the natives.
The captain no sooner landed than
Pat sung out to his comrade :
“ Arrah, Tim, acushla an’ did ye niver
see them big cannon balls below ? Be
jabers, an’ would’nt it bo fun if we could
fire off one of’em ? What a devil of a
racket it would be after makin’!’’
“ Bedad, but so it would. But., Pat,
would’nt tiro captain be missing it?”
This was a regular clincher to Pat,
iind ho stood scratching tho wiry furze
that covered his bullet-shaped head for
some time. All of a sudden a thought
seemed to strike him of a way to sur
mount tho difficulty. On board of all
vessels is a large iron pot or kettle for
melting of tar. A plan was very shortly
adopted which would obviate the loss of
a ball. It was this : One of them was
to place himself astraddle of the gun,
holding the pot over the muzzle by the
handles, and catch the ball as it issued
from tho gun ; and as Tim was consider
ed the stoutest of tho two, the dutv of
holding the pot was assigned to him.
After scan j trouble they managed to
get the gun loaded. Tim mounted,
holding the pot. Just as Pat was about
to touch off tho cannon, Tim turned
round to him, and sung out:
“ Arrah, Pat, darlint, be after firing
very ai\v, w ill ye ?”
Pat applied tho match, and oft’ went
Tim, pot and all, “into tho middle of
next week. - ’
The captain hearing the report, and
thinking it announced some attack, came
on board in great haste. The first thing
that greeted his eyes upon stepping cn
deck was Pat, his face all liegrirnrned
with sinoke and dirt.
“ Well, Pat,” said he, “ what’s the
matter with you ? Where’s Tim 2”
“Tim, sir—an’ sure, didn’t re see him
on shore j”
“ No. How tho deni could he get
there ? The boats are all here.”
“ Och! by my sowl, sir, he went
ashore in tho iron pot, sure !”
Keep up with the Fashion.
“ Ma, can Igo and hear the negro
serenaders to night ?”
“No, my dear, I cannot think of let
ting you go to such performances.”
“ Why, everybody goes to hear them,
they sing such comic songs, and tell all
sorts of funny stories, you can’t help
laughing all tho time. I do wish you
would let me go.”
“ You must not urge me, Charley, for
I cannot ihrow away money on fellows
who go about disguised as negros, sing
ing silly songs that have no good tenden
cy, and telling silly stories that are not
calculated to improve the mind, but
rather to do no hurt. And more than
that, I do not believe that any of the
better class of society visit the concerts.”
“ Indeed, ma, then you are grandly
mistaken, for I heard Judge Brown’s
boys say that they were there with their
father and sisters, and I saw Mr. Jones,
my Sabbath school teacher, go in last
evening; and I was in the store to-day
where they sell tickets, and the minister
of the Brook street Church came in and
purchased three or four to take his fam
ily.”
“ Are you sure about what you tell me.
Charley.”
“ Yes, Ma ; and Mr. Smith remarked
when he sold the tickets that tbe con
certs were attended by very fashionable
audiences.”
“Well, that alters the case some;
you may go, and tell your sister Angeli
ca to dress for the concert; and I will
accompany you ; I believe there is noth
ing but a prayer meeting at our church
to-night. We must keep up with the
fashi on.’ .
An Impatient Juryman.
An Arkansas correspondent of the New
Orleans Picayune gives the following au
thentic anecdote:
You are all fond of cracking jokes at
the expense of Arkansas; now here is
one of your State, absolutely true. I
got it from an eye witness :
The district court in one of your
northern parishes was in session—’twas
tlio first day of the court; time, after
dinner. Lawyers and others had dined,
and were sitting out before the hotel
and a long, lank unsophisticated coun
tryman came up and vncereniomouslj
made himself one of ’em, and remarked :
‘‘ Gentlemen, I wish you would go on
with this court, for i want to go home—
I left Betsy a looking out.”
“ Ah!” said one of the lawyers, “ and
pray, sir, what detains you at court?”
“Why, sir,” said the countryman,“l’m
fotehcdjhore as a jury, and they say if I
go home they will have to find me, and
they mout n’t do that as I live a good
piece.”
“What jury are you on?” asked a law
yer.
“ What jury?”
“Yes, what jury. Grand or traverse ju
ry ?
“Grand or travis jury ? dad-fetched if
I know.”
“Well,” said thejawycr, “did the judge
charge you?”
“Well, squire,” said he, “the little fellow
that sits up in the pulpit and kinder bos
ses it over the crowd, gin us a talk, but
I don’t know whether he charged any
thing or not.”
Tho crowd broke upin a roar of laugh
ter, and the sheriff called court.
Books aro wonderful devices. From
my seat in my library, I call to Cicero,
and he repeats for me without faltering
or stopping to rest, his most splendid
paragraphs. I speak to Demosthenes,
and the mighty Athenean once more
launches for me those thunderbolts which
“ fulminated over Greece.” I utter the
name of John Milton, and the blind min
strel strikes for me again that harp
whose notes have echoed for two hundred
years. The wit of Plautus, the humor of
Addison, and the table talk of Sidney
Smith, are ail mine, through tbe magic of
types Through the ever-recurring mir
acle of printed leaves, the dead rise again;
their shadowy forms take shape once
more; and the glorious past, of which
they speak to me, lives with a brightness
which reveals the glory that clad the
world on creation’s morn. I will be
grateful for books! Among wonder
workers, they are the mightiest and qui
etest I know !
Children may come to Jesus. —The
church of which Dr. S. H. Cox was
pastor a long time, in Brooklyn, had a
rule at one time, prohibiting children un
der fourteen years of age from becoming
members of the church. At this time
a very intelligent girl asked for admit
tance. The session did not wish to tell
her that they could not receive her.—
They made excuses an J put her off from
time to time, until at last the doctor was
obliged to tell hex she could not be re
ceived. Slie was familiarly acquainted
with Dr Cox, and for a moment she laid
her head on his shoulder and wept —
then lifted her eyes pathetically to his
and said, “ Dr. Cox, Jesus Christ would not
treat me so; he says ‘Suffer little children
to come unto me.”’ The Doctor said,
“ Away with all church rules that con
flict with Christ’s words!”
NUMBER 46.
The Throne of Solomon.
The following account, says an ex
change, of a remarkable piece of mechan
ism, is taken from a Persian manuscript
called “The History of Jerusalem.” It
purports to be a description of the throne
of King Solomon, and if the details are
correctly given, it undoubtedly surpasses
any pieco of mechanism produced, in
modern times. The -sides of it were
pure gold, the feet of emeraldsand rubies,
intermixed with pearls, each of which
was as large as an ostrich’s egg. The
throne had seven steps —on each side
were delineated orchards full of trees,
the branches of which were of precious
stone's, representing fruit, ripe and un
ripe; on the tops of the trees were to bo
seen figures of plume birds, particularly
the peacock, the staub, and the kurges.
All these birds were hollowed within
artificially, so as to occasionally utter a
thousand melodious sounds, such as the
ears of mortals never heard. On the
first was delineated vine branches having
bunches of grapes, composed of various
sorts of precious stones, fashioned in
such a manner as to representlhe various
colors of purple, violet, green and red, so
as to render the appearance of real fruit.
On the second step on each side of the
throne were two lions of terrible aspect
large as life, and formed of cast gold.—
The nature of this remarkable throne
was such that when Solomon placed his
foot on the first step, the birds Bpread
forth their wings, and made a fluttering
noise in the air. On his touching the
second step, the lions expanded their
huge claws. On his reaching the third
step the whole assemblage of demons
and fairies and men repeated the praise of
the Deity. When he arrived at the
fourth step, voices were heard address
ing him in the following manner: “Son
of David, be thankful for the blessings
which the Almighty has bestowed upon
you.” The same was repeated on reach-.,
ing the fifth step. On his touching the
sixth, all the children of Israel joined
them ; and on Iris arrival at the seventh,
all the birds and animals became in
motion, and ceased not until he had
placed himselfin the royal seat, "•hen
the birds, lions, and other hy
secret springs, shower of
the most precious perfumes on Solomon
after which two of the kurges descended
and placed a golden crown upon his head.
Before the throne was a column of bur
nished gold, on the top of which was a gol
den dove, which held in its peak a volume
bound in silver. In this book were writ
ten the Psalms of David, and the dove
having presented the book to the king,
he read aloud a portion of it to the chil
dren of Israel. It is further related that
on tire approach of a wicked person to
the throne, the lions were wont to set up
a terriblo roaring, and to lash their tails
with violence. The birds also began to
bristle up their feathers, and the assembly
also of demons and genii, to utter liorrid
cries; for fear of them '"no one dared be
guilty of falsehood, but all confessed
their crimes. Such was the throne of
Solomon, the son of David.
j£3T General Wolfe overhearing a
young officer say in a very familiar man
ner, “ Wolfe and I drank a bottle of wine
together,” replied, “ I think yon might
say General Wolfe.” “ No,” replied the
subaltern, with happy presence of mind,
“ did you ever hear of General Achilles,
or General Caesar ?”
jfciT Mistrust the man who findsevery
ihing good, the man who finds everything
evil, and still more the mau who is in
different to everything.— Lavatcr.
JEST Don’t hesitate; do something;
go ahead ; anything is better than stupid
inactivity.
Professor Hedrick. —The board of
Trustees of North Carolina College have
expelled Professor Hedrick from his Pio
fessovship, for giving utterance to freesoil
sentiments.
Hon Victor Monroe, U. S. Judge of
Washington Territory, died on the loth
