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VOLUME X. (Original Poririj. For the Visitor. DYING GIRL TO HER MO ' THER. Life is passing from me, mother, oh! so rapidly away; Ethereal voices speak to me, they will not let me stay. Oh! there are dark forebodings all entwined about my heart, And they tell me, dearest mother, that thou and I must part. Oh let me see the sunshine, and the gay and glo rious earth, With all its joys so beautiful, just budding into birth. They told me when the springtime came, with song of birds and flowers, That I should rally and revive amid its genial hours. They told me—but it was not true, I feel its false hood now— The signet of the shadowy land is set upon my brow: It is a long, long journey I am going all alone, The pathway to the spirit world is distant and unknown. Nay, mother, dearest mother, nay, I would not have thee weep: Oh! is it not a gentle thing to lay one down and sleep Away from all the weariness, the sorrow and the pam, Which makes the fairest thing of life so empty and so vain ? lAwouldI A would not have thee mourn for me, and grieve * when I am gone, For when thy star of life shall set, and death be drawing on, Thou’lt join me where, within those realms— those regions of the blest— " The wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest.” The shades are gath’ring o’er me fast, alas! I can not see; Life’s barque is tossed upon the waves of lone eternity. The waters rise around me. they engulf my gur gling breath: Oh mother! take my hand in thine, this is the night of death! Susie S.NOwmtor. Ma<lison t Geo. FAITII. Tidy and neat, but doubled by. Time, An old woman knelt at her household shrine, And implored the Lord for food; “ Oh! give us this day our daily bread, For I’ve not a morsel,” the poor woman Said; “ liut teach me to be good.” In Heaven’s high chancel her prayer was heard, And the boon she asked was not long deferred, But, in mercy, quickly given. Some boys were passing the lone oqe’s door And heard her prayer, and saw her implore For a morsel of bread from Heaven. Slyly one crept to the top of the house, Noiseless, breathless, aye, “still as a mouse,” And threw down the loaf she craved. “My prayers are answered, 1 ’ the poor woman said, While eagerly she partook of the bread, Which was down the chimney staved. The boys all laughed, and “granny” they said, “ DP^ r ou think the Lord would have sent that bread, A tribute of Faith from Heaven ? “ We threw the loaf down the chimney flue, When we heard the prayers that were uttered by you, For a morsel of food to be given.” “The Lord did send it, my children,” she said; “ If the devil bru’t it, ’twas holy bread, For the prayers of the righteous are heard; And often, my children, the human means Employed by the Lord are strange, it seems, To fulfil his sacred word.” REVERIES OF A BACHELOR. A bachelor sat at his blazing grate, And he fell into a snooze, And be dreamed that o’er his wrinkled pate Had been thrown the nuptial noose. A rosy boy came to his side, And bounded on his knee, And back from his beaming face he shook Fair curls in boyish glee. Then clear rang out his merry voice, He shouted aloud—“ Papa, I don’t love anybody else But you and dear mamma.” Oh, the bachelor’s heart o’erran with joy, So long by love unlit, And from its unseen depths poured out Affection infinite. Outstretching arms of strengih unshorn, He hugged—his old tom cat, j>rr4 Which, as ’twas wont, when master snoozed, Had leaped into his lap. HOPE. Unfading Hope! when life’s last embers burn— When soul to soul, and dust to dust, return Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour • O, then, thy kingdom con.es, Immortal Power! What though each spark of earth-born rapture fly The quivering lip, pale cheek, and Closing ere, Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey The morning dream of life’s eternal day. Gl Sottlljcnt XUcckLj Citfrao) anlr iLUsccllnncmts Journal,' for the ijomc (Circle. Cl Capital Ston). AN UNWELCOME PASSEN GER. THE PEDDLER’S STORE. A cold Winter’s night several years since found a stage load of travellers gathered around the warm fire of a tav ern bar room in a New England village. Shortly after we arrived a peddler drove up and ordered that his horse should be stabled for the night. After wo bad eaten supper, we repaired to tho bar room, and as soon as the ice was broken the conversation flowed freely. Several anecdotes had been related, and finally, the peddler was asked to give us a story, as men of his profession were generally full of adventures and anecdotes, lie was a short, thick set iran, somewhero about fortj’ years of age, and gave evi dence of great physical strength. lie gave his name as Lemuel Viney, and his home was in Dover, N. 11. “ Well, gentlemen,” he commenced, knocking the ashes from his pipe and putting it in his pocket, “ suppose I tell you about tho last thing of any conse quence that happened to me ? You see l am now right from the Far West, and on my way home for Winter quarters. — It was during tho early part of last Spring, one evening, I pulled up at the door of a small village tavern in Uau cock County, Indiana. I said it was pleasant—l meant warm ; but it was cloudy and likely to be very dark. I went in and called (or a supper and had my horse taken care of. After I had eaten I sat down in the bar-room. It began to rain about 8 o’clock, and it was very dark out doors. Now I wanted to be in Jackson early the next morning, for I expected a load of goods there for me, which I intended to dispose of on my way home. The moon would rise about midnight, and I knew if it did not rain, I could get along very comfortably through the nmd after that, so I asked the landlord if lie could not sec that my horse was fed about two. lie expressed some surprise at this, and asked me why I did not stop for breakfast. I told him I had sold my last load about all out, and that anew lot of goods was waiting for ino at Jack son, and I wanted to be there before the express agent left in tho morning.— There was a number of people sitting round while I told this, but I took little notice of them, one only arrested my attention. I had seen that week notices for the detection of a notorious robber. The bills gave a description of his person, and the man before me answered very well to it. He was a tall well formed man, rather slight in frame, and had the appearance of a gentleman, save that his face bore these hard cruel marks which an observing man cannot mistake for anything but the index to a villainous disposition. When I went to my chamber I asked the landlord who that man was, describ ing the individual. lie said he did not ■ know him. lie had come there that afternoon, and intended to leave the next day. The host asked why I wished to know, and I simply told him that the man’s countenance was familiar, and I merely wished to know if I was ever acquainted with him. I resolved not to let the landlord into the secret, hut to hurry on to Jackson, and there o-ive information to the sheriff, and per haps he might reach the inn before tho villain left; forJLhad no doubts with re gard to hut identity. I had an alarm watch, and having set it to give the alarm at 1 o’clock, I went to sleep. I was aroused at the proper time and immediately got up anddressed myself. When I reached the yard, I found the clouds all passed away, and tho rnoon was shining brightly. The hostler was easily aroused, and by two o’clock I was on the road. The mud was deep and my horse could not travel very fast. Jlowever on we went, and in the course of half an hour I was clear of the MADISON, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 1856. village. At a short distance ahead lay a large track of forest, mostly of great pines. The road lay directly through this wood, and as near as I could re member, the distance was twelve miles. Yet the moon was in the east, and as the road ran nearly west, I thought I should have light enough. I had enter ed tho woods and gone about half a mile when my wagon wheels settled with a bump and a jerk into a hole. I uttered an exclamation of astonishment, hut this was not all. I heard another excla mation from another source ! . What could it be ? I looked quickly around, but could seo nothing. Yet I knew that the sound I had heard was very close to me. As tho hind wheels came up I felt something besido the jerk of the hole. I heard something tumble from one side to the other of my wagon, and I could also feel the jar oc casioned by tho movement. It was simply a man in my cart! I knew this on the instant. Os course I felt puzzled. •At first I imagined someone had taken the method to obtain a ride ; but I soon gave this up, for I know that any decent man would have asked me for a rido.— My next idea was that somebody had got in to sleep; but this passed away as quickly as it came, for no man would have broken into my cart for that pur pose. And that thought, gentlemen, opened ray eyes. Whoever was there had broken in. My next thought was of the suspicious individual I saw at the tavern. lie had hoard me say that my load was all sold out aud of course he supposed I had some money with me. In this lie was right, for I had over two thousand. I thought he meant to leavo the cart when he supposed I had reached a safe place, aud then either creep over and shoot me, or knock mo down. All this passed through my mind by the time I had got a rod from the hole. In a few moments my resolution was formed. My horse was now knee deep in the mud, and I knew 1 could slip oft' without noise. So I drew my pistol, and having twined the reins about the whip stock, carefully slipped in'the mud, and as the cart passed on I went behind it and examined the hasp. The door of the cart lets down, and is fastened by a hasp, which slips over tho staple and is then secured by a padlock. The padlock was gone and tho hasp was secured in its own place by a bit of pine —so that a slight force Irom within might break it. My wheel wrench hung in a leather bucket on the side of the cart, and I quickly took it out and slip ped it into the staple, the iron handle justslßling down. Now I had him. My cart was al most new, made in a stout frame of white oak, and made on purpose for hard usage. I did not believe any ordinary man could break out. I got on to my cart as noiselessly as I got off, and then 'urged my horse on, still keeping my pistol handy. I knew that at the distance of half a mile further I should come to a good hard road, and so I al lowed my horse to pick his own way through the mud. About ten minutes after this I heard a grinding kind of a noise, as though some heavy force were being applied to the door. I said noth ing, but the idea struck me that tl|e vil lain might judge where I sat and shoot through tho top of the cart at me so I sat down on the floor board. Os course I knew now that my unex pected passenger was a villain, for he must have been awake ever since I star ted, and nothing in the world hut asbo lute villainy would have caused him to remain quiet so long, and then start up in this particular place. The thumping and pushing grew louder and pretty soon I heard a human .voice. “Letme out of this,” and lie yelled pretty loud. I lifted up my head so as to make hint think I was in my usual place, and then asked him what he was doing there. “Let me look out,and I will tell you,” he replied. “ Tell me what you are in there for?’ said I. “ I got in here to sleep on rags,’Eh# answered. “ How did you get in S “ Let me toil, or I'd shoot the head.” Just at that moment my struck the hard read, and [ the rest of the route to Jackson be good going. The distance wastv^K miles. 1 slipped back on llio footbolM and took the whip. In fifteen minutes we cleared the wood, and away we went at a keen jump. The chap inside kept yelling to bo let out. Finally lie stopped, and in a few min utes came the report of a pistol—one— two —three—four, ono light after the other, and I heard tho balls whiz over my head. If I had been on my scat, one of those balls, if not two of them would have gone through me. I popped up my head again and gave a yell, and then a groan, and then I said “ O, God, save me, I’m a dead man!” Then I made a shuttling noise as (hough I was falling off, and finally settled down on tho foot board again. I now urged up the old mare by giving her an occasional poke with my whip stock and she peeled in faster than ever. Tho man called out to me twice more pretty soon after this, and ns lie got no reply lie made some tremendous efforts to break the door open ; at and as this failed him, lie made several attempts on the top. But I had no fear of his doing anything there, for the top of the cart is framed with dovetails, and each sleep er bolted to the posts with iron holts.— I had it mado so I could carry loads there. By and by, after all else had failed, the scamp commenced to hallo whoa to (he horse, and kept it up until he became hoarse. All this time I kepi perfectly quiet., holding (he reins firmly, and kept poking the beast with the stock, Wo were not an hour in going that dozen miles—not a bit of it. I hadn’t much fear, perhaps I might tell truth and say that I had none, for I had a good pistol, and more than that my passenger was safe; vet I was glad when I came to the old flour barrel fac tory that stands at lliciedgc of Jackson village, and in ten minutes more hauled up in front of the tavern, and found a couple of men in the barn cleaning down some stage hordes. “Well,old fellow, j says I, as I got down and went to tho back of the wagon, “ you have had a good ride, liavn’t ye ?” “ Who are you 7” lie cried, and he kinder swore a little, too, as he asked the question. “ I’m the man you tried to shoot,” was my reply. “ Where am I ? Let me out !” he yelled. “ Look here, we’ve come to a safe stopping place, and mind ye, my pistol is ready for ye the moment ye show yourself. Now lay quiet.” By this time the two ostlers had come up to see what was tho matter, and I explained it all to them. After this I got one of them to run and rout out the slieritf, and tell him what T believed I’d got for him. The first streaks of day light were just coming up, and in half an hour it would be broad daylight. In less than that time the sheriff came, and two men with him. I told the whole af fair in a few words, and then made for the cart. Ho told the chap inside who he was, and if lie made the least resis tance he’d he a dead man. I then slip ped the iron wrench out, and as I let the door down the fellow made a spring. I caught him by tho ancle and ho came down on his face, and in a moment more the officer had him. It was now day light, and the moment I saw the chap I recognized him. lie was marohed to the lock up, and 1 told the shot iff I should remain in town all that clay. After breakfast the sheriff came down to the tavern and told me that I had caught the very bird, and that if I would remain until the next morning, I should have tho reward of two hundred dollars offered. :l jV : i jjjlf B * ’ v 2".*'. tin- I• >p it,-- \ -hi They ’ :l 1 '-'II •. ::: 1' I - - ffln \ Hi''' back and passed upward, for they were sent with a heavy charge of powder, and his pistols were heavy ones. On the next morning tho sheriff called upon me and paid me two hundred dol lars in gold, for he had made himself sure that he had got tho villain. I after wards found a letter in the post office at Portsmouth for me from the sheriff of Hancock County, and he informed mo that the fellow who tried to kill and rob me is in prison for life. Tlio Sentimental Loafer. 11Y W. GAYLORD CLARK. Exceedingly amused at tho air and manner of a decided ‘loafer,’ a sentimen talist withal, and a toper, who had come out of his way from Buffalo to seo the Falls. ‘Landlord !*said he, to tho Boni face of tho Cataract, ‘ and you, gentle men, who stand on this porch, witness ing this pitiless rain, you see before you one who lias a tempest of sorrows a heat in’upon his head continually. Wants I was wo’th twenty thousand dollars, and I dl'iv the saddling profession. Circum stances alters eases ; now I wish for to solicit charity. Some of you seem be nevolent, and I do believe I am not des tined to rank myself among tlioso who could travel from Dan to Beersheba, and say all is barren. No, I have read Wol ney’s Ruins, Marshall’s Life of Washing ton, and Pope’s Essay on Man, andjmost of the literature of the day, as contained in the small newspapers. But in the way I’m situated at present, is scandal ous. The fact is, my heart is broke, and I’m just Ishmaelizing about the globe with a sombre brow, and a bosom laden with wo. Who will help me—speak singly, gentlemen—who will ‘ease my griefs, and drive my cares away ?’ as Isaac Watts says, in ono of his devotional poems.’ No answer was returned. A general laugh arose. The pride of the mendicant was excited : rage got the beltcr’of his humility; and shaking his fist in the face of the by-standers, he roared out: ‘You’re alia pack of poor, or’nary common people. You insult honest poverty; but Ido not ‘ bang my head for a’ that,’ as Burns says. I will chastise any man here, for two three cent drinks of Monongohale whiskey ; yes though I have but lately escaped shipwreck, com ing from Michigan to Buffalo, and am weak from loss of strength ; yet I wlil whip the best of you. Let any one on yo come over to the Black Rock Rail road Dec-pott, and I’ll lick him like a d—n r 1 Never mind that,’ said one ; ‘ tell us about (lie shipwreck.” ‘Ah The continued, 1 that was a scene ! twenty miles out at sea, on the lake ; the storm bustiu’ upon the deck ; the waves, like mad tailors, making bree ches over it continually ; the lightnings a bustin’ overhead, and hissing in the water; the clouds meeting the earth; the land just over the leebow; every mast in splinters; every sail in rags; women a-screechin’; farmers’ wives em igratin’ to the west calling for their hus bands ; and hell yawnin’ all around 1 A good many was dreadfully sea sick; and one man, after casting forth everything beside, with a violent retch, threw up his boots. Oh, gentlemen it was awful h At length came the last and dcslruelivest billow. It struck the ship on the left side, in the neighborhood of the poop, and all at wanst I' felt something under us breakiu’ away. The vessel was part ing 1 One half the crew was drowned ; passengers was praying, and commend ing themselves to heaven. I alone es caped the watery doom.’ ‘And how did you manage to redeem yourself from destruction ?’ was the general inquiry. “ Why, gentlemen, the fact is, I seen how things was a-goin’, and I took my hat and went ashore /’ The last I saw of this Munchausen, was as oar coach wheeled away. He had achieved a ‘drink,’ and was peram bulating through tho mud, lightened, momentarily, of his sorrows. Full Particulars. A good story is told of an old lady who had received a letter from lysr son, a sailor on board a merchantman, which ran thus: “Have been driven into tho Bay of Fundy by a pampooso right in the teeth. It blowed great guns, and carried away the bowsprit; a heavy sea washed over board the binacle and companion; the captain lost his quadrant, and couldn't take any observation for fifteen days: at, last we arrived at Halifax.” The old woman, who could not read herself, got a neighbor to repeat it to her three or four times until she thought she had got it by heait. She then sallied out to tell tho story : “Oh, my poor son !” “Why, what’s the matter, mother? I hope no mischief.” “ Oh, thank God, he’s safe! But he lias been driven into the Bay of Firma ment by a bamboozle light in the teeth. It blowed great guns, and they carried away the pulpit ; a heavy sea washed overboard the pinaele of the tabernftele; tho captain lost his conjuration, and couldn’t get any salvation for fifteen days; at last they arrived safe at Hallelujah.” “La bless us! what a wonder they wasn’t beat to atoms. Well, I wouldn’t be a sailor.” Directions to Sportsmen on the Management oe Firearms. —l. In car rying a gun over the shoulder on full cock, be careful not to point the muzzle at the gamekeeper's toes, for fear of blow ing his brains out. 2. Gunpowder should be carried in a flask, or if loose in the pocket, should not be mixed with matches. Asa rule no sportsman ought to smoko. 3. Before blowing down one barrel of a gun, it is advisable to seo that the other is not loaded. To ascertain this look in side, and let oft’ a cap with your toe. 4. The practice of drying powder over the fire in a frying pan, should be discour aged. Many accidents have resulted from it. 5. Always shut the eyes before firing. 6. Never carry a loaded gun at full cock horizontally, when a friend is walk ing before you, unless you are sure of the thickness of his corduroys. 7. If a bird should rise between two sportsmen in a direct line, both ought not to fire at once. 8. If a crack should bo observed in your barrel, tie it firmly round with a bit of string, for fear oft' accidents.—Dioge nes. A Great Many Books. —A recent visitor to the library of Daniel Webster, which remains at his old home in Marsh field, just as he left, it, after giving a full description of it, says: “Not an infidel work could be found among all his books. To the very close of his life he retained that reverence for the Bible, and the re ligion ilinculcates which his parents taught him in infancy. The mute counsellors with whom he communed in retirement, still show how he thought,, how he stu died, and what opinions he cherished. A better selection of books to make cue wise and good could scarcely he made.” Some sharp young editor, who lias associated with such only, grows wit ty about men marrying paint, cotton,, whalebone, silk, Ac. -It would bo easy to return the compliment, for women have actually married creatures of hair, bear’s grease, tobacco juice, and logwood, done up in tight pants and bob-tail coats. NUMBER 48. Lawyers at a Discount. —Judge W , who had been for many years a worthy occupant of the Federal bench in Michigan, fell into a conversation a few days since, in a barber’s shop, with a plain substantial looking, and ratheraged stran ger, from the neighborhood of Tccumseh. The judge lieingformerly well acquainted in that vicinity, took occasion to ask al ter certain of its citizens. “ You know Mr. B— , do you 5” said the judge. “ Very well ?” was the reply. “ He is well, is he 1” “ Quite well !” was the answer. Judge W , then remarked : “ Mr. B is a very fine man !” “ Y-c-s!” said the old man, rather cau tiously ; “ a fine man for a lawyer— you know toe don't expect a great deal from them /” llazzei, Eved Girls. —Major Noah said that “a hazel eye inspires at first a platonic sentiment, which gradually but surely expands into love as surely foun ded as the rock of Gibraltar.” A woman with a hazel eye never slopes from her husband, never chats a scandal, never sacrifices her husband’s comfort to her own, never finds fault, never talks too much or too little, always is an entertain ing, intellectual, agreeable and lovely creature. Suicide.— The following is an anecdote of Dr. Johnson : Boswell once asked Johnson if there was no possible circumstances under which suicide would bo justifiable. “ No,” was the reply. “ Well,” says Boswell, “suppose a man had been guilty of some fraud that he was certain would be found out.” “Why, then,” says Johnson, “in that case let him go to some country w lie re he is not known, and not to the devil where he is known.” Pleasure is to woman what the sun is to the (lower ; if moderately enjoy ed, it beautifies, it refreshes, and it im proves; if immoderately, it withers, dete riorates and destroys. But the duties of domestic life exercised, as they must be, in retirement, and calling forth all the sensibilities of the female, are, perhaps, as necessary to the full development of her charms as the shade and shower are to the rose, confirming its beauty, and increasing its fragrance. Pretty Good.— At the depot a sews clays ago, says the Groton Mercury, we noticed a fellow seated near the door o one of the ladies’ apartments, with a few pounds of hair surrounding his mouth. A little boy passing the room with his parents, on seeing the object exclaimed, “Oh, mother, mother, just see that man with a cat in his mouth /” A Tear.— lt is a little thing, glisleir ing but a moment—a pearly drop in the window of the soul—but who may know the language it speaks ? Who can tell what bitter thought has prompted it to flow ? * fpsT A man praising porter said it was so excellent a beverage that it always made him fat. “I have seen the time,” said another, “ when it always made you lean.” “ When ?” asked the eulogist. “ Last night, against a wall.” The arms of a pretty girl wound tight around your neck has been discov erd to be an infalliable remedy in case of sore throat. It beats pepper all hollow. “My eyes, Jack,” exclaimed a tar, seeing a soldier chained to a cannon ball for punishment, “if there ain’t a sol dier at anchor.” tI3T An old widow, when her pastor said to her, “God has not deserted you in your old age,” replied, “ No, sir; I have a very good appetite still!” In a country newspaper appears the following : “ A number of deaths un avoidably postponed.