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No. 14—NEW SERIES.] NEWJ & PLANTERS’ GAZETTE. terms: Published weekly at Three Dollars per annum, if paid at the time of subscribing; or Three Dollars and Fifty Cents, if not paid till the expi ration of six months. No paper to be discontinued, unless at the option of the Editor, without the settlement of all arrearages. ST Letters, on business, must be post paid, to insure attention. No communication shall be published, unless tee are made acquainted toith the name of the author. TO ADVERTISERS. Advertisements, not exceeding one square, first insertion, Seventy-fire Cents; and for each sub semjgnt insertion, Fifty Cents. A reduction will be made of twenty-live per cent, to those who advertise by the year. Advertisements not Limited when handed in, will be inserted till for bid, and charged accordingly. £?ales of Land and Negroes by Executors, Ad minifhtrators, and Guardians, are required by law, to be/advertised, in a public Gazette, sixty days previous to the day of sale. 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From the Ladies’ Companion. f My Uncle, the Colonel, T WITH THE STORY OF * m UNCLE’S FRIEND, THE PICK POCKET. By the author of “Lafitte,” Capt. Kyd, Spc. My uncle, the colonel, was a handsome bachelor of forty, and a lustre over, and lived in hired “lodgings” in Liberty Street. He chose this street on account of its name Wishing thereby to illustrate his own liber ty from the vinculi matrimonii. For the same reason his landlady was an old maid. My uncle had many peculiarities. My uncle, the author of “Howard Pinckney” would have called him a “character!”— One of his most marked peculiarities was a constitutional fear of the female sex. It was genuine fear. He was afraid of them just as children are intimidated by strang er*. In walking the streets he would shy away from the path of an elderly personage of the sex, and almost leap into the gutter if he unexpectedly met a pretty black-eyed maiden. Boarding schools were his horror. He would go round three squares to avoid passing one, and an advancing group of misses of “sweet sixteen,” tripping laugh ingly along to school, would drive him down the first by-street. “Stewart’s,” in Broadway, was his terror. Once his way was blocked up there by a bevy of beauties, chatting, and ever taking leave, and stop ping to chat again, again to take leave. His first impulse was to turn back, but three i lovely girls were coming directly behind him ! He would have darted into the first store, but it was thronged with ladies ! In despair he waved his gold-headed cane to aiTadvancing omnibus. It drove to the curb-stone. His foot was on the step, his hand upon the side of the entrance. “Go on!” cried the freckled-face ticket boy. My uncle, at this instant, made a desper ate and successful leap backward. There were five females and three babies in the omnibus! “ Stop ’ the gem’man’s out ?” cried the boy, pulling the bell. ‘‘No, go on ! He don’ wan’ ride—he’s flunk !” growled he, as Jehu whipped up his high-ribbed steeds. My uncle succeeded in gaining the Park side of Broadway, and eventually in reach ing his lodgings. Oi'all things, he most disliked to have a pretty woman look at him with any atten tion. Thrice he changed his room on this account. In the first instance, in the front window of the house next to his own dwell- Ing, there was forever seated a young lady, npt very pretty, but very vain and bold, be fore whose unwinking eyes he had to run the gaun'ij ‘ from the moment he closed the ] ’fill he got out of sight, and from thl’iftJjment he came in sight, ’till he was safely sheltered with the door closed be hind him. He bore it until the Ist of May, and then finding that family were not go ing to move, moved himself. From these rooms he was driven by a saucy, laughing, handsome chambermaid opposite, who, it seemed to him; had nothing to do but to look out of the upper windows into his own, and watch him whenever he went out or came in from the street. In the end she drove my unele away, and so he came to Liberty IP & PLANTERS’ GAZETTE. niNG, Editor, Street. Nearly opposite his rooms was a row of ware-houses, from the sheet-ironed plated windows of which he had no danger to apprehend ; and the mayor and one of the aldermen living within a door or two, he felt he had nothing to fear. It is true, since occupying these rooms, he had once caught a glimpse of the face of a very pretty girl between the Venetian blinds of a window which startled him not a little (for he had as he thought, previously well surveyed the neighborhood) but not discovering her a se cond time, his apprehensions, which had began to take the alarm, subsided. Vene tian blinds made him nervous! He felt, while walking through those streets mostly composed of private dwelling-houses, as if passing between masked batteries. It was sufficiently dreadful to be stared at openly by female eyes, but the bare idea of being the object of concealed glances, he could with difficulty endure. It put him into a perspiration. My poor uncle, the colonel! It was constitutional with him. His heart, ‘too, was large and generous—the best wo man in the world have been honored and happy in its love. My uncle had a great horror of being suspected of being a rogue ! With the ex terior of a respectable middle-aged gentle man, slightly distinguished by the high air of the ‘old school,’ possessing a handsome fortunfe, and holding a highly honorable position in society, he was. singularly en ough, constantly in fear of being taken for a pickpocket, a counterfeiter, or, more lat terly, for a defaulter. He never met “Old Hays,” without suddenly turning pale, and looking so very like a rogue, that were it not for tlie undoubted gentlemanly air and address inherent in him, and not to be mis taken he might have had the honor of culti vating that gentleman’s acquaintance.— Once, indeed, to his utter consternation and vivid alarm, the High constable fixed on him his keen, penetrating glance with such a look of suspicion, that my uncle did not leave the house again for several days.— He never passed the Egyptian tombs; nor sailed by Sing-sing or Blackwell’s Island without a sinking of the heart. In travel ling, this apprehension of being taken for a rogue was most active. Atone time, he used to wear a costly watch, a massive gold chain across his vest, a diamond broach, and a rich signet ring, all of which, in the cars, or on steamers, he anxiously display ed, so that no one might suspect him of need and of having a design upon their pockets. But having learned that, such lavish dis play of jewelery was characteristic of fin ished rogues, and that the gamblers at Vicksburg might have been hung in the gold chains they wore about their necks, he at once laid them aside, and hencefor ward was as destitute of ornaments as a Methodist divine. Lucklessly, this amia ble sensitiveness of my uncle, on one occa sion, was seriously tried. He was passen ger on one of tlie North River night boats from Albany to the city, when, just before her arrival, at seven in the morning, a gen tleman on board announced tlie loss of his pocket book, containing bank notes to the amount of eight thousand dollars. My un cle was on the promenade deck when the rumor reached him. He became as pale as death, and looked on every side as if seek ing a way of escape. The boat was brought to, men were posted at the various avenues of the boat, a police officer was sent for, and an individual search of the passengers ce gan ! At length the searching committee ascended to the upper deck. Besides my uncle, there were five or six other gentle men there, one of whom, a well-dressed gentleman of high-toned manners, observ ing his pallid looks, approached him as the search was going on below, and said, sym pathizingly, “My dear sir, I see by your countenance you have the pocket-book, but I will not betray you.” “I, sir— l —God forbid. No, sir—no!” gasped my uncle. “I see how it is with you, my dear sir; but don’t let them search you. They have no right to search any gentleman.” “Search me! Suspect me — me, of being a pickpocket! I have feared this all my life!” “Take my advice; do not let them search you.” They shall not search me ! no! I, Col onel Peter Treat, a pickpocket, sir! I will blow out my brains ! I pick a pocket for eight thousand dollars, sir ! I have checks for twice that sum in my own pocket book ! See there, sir!” and my uncle, with the energy of despair, fear and grief, took out his pocket-book and displayed them. I, a pick-pocket, sir!” He returned his book to his pocket, and buttoned up his coat. “They shall not search nte !’.’ he said, resolutely. “No, sir. It were as well to be guilty as to be supected. What is a man’s fair character good for if it will not protect him from insult at such a time as this?” said the stranger, indignantly. “True, sir! You speak very truly, sir. I like your sentiments, sir. I should be hap py to know you better, sir ! There is my card sir—Colonel Peter Treat, sir! No. —, Liberty Street.” The searchers for the lost pocket-book soon afterwards ascended to the upper deck, and the stranger walked carelessly towards them as if intending to pass by them and go down. “Stay, sir, if you please,” said the cap tain of the boat. “This gentleman here has lost his pocket-book, and that it has been cut from his pocket is plain, because the lining of the pocket is also cut. Os WASHINGTON, (WILKES COUNTY, GA*,) DECEMBER 3, 1840. PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY MORNING. course we cannot suspect you, sir ; but ev ery gentleman among those who are stran gers to him, will certainly wish to place himself above suspicion. I need not, there fore, ask you, sir, if you will permit your self to be searched.” “I had the vanity to suppose, sir,” said the stranger, smiling blandly, “that my personal appearance and address would have been a guarap'ee for my honesty. Is that your pocket-book, sir ; or the contents yours, sir ?” he asked, turning his back towards my uncle, as he took out and open ed a large red pocket-book. “No, sir.” “You may search me farther, officer,” said the stranger, with complacency. The search of his person proceeded, and then the captain, Gil Hays, the officer, and loser, passed on to the others, while he dis appeared below. My uncle, in the mean while, by his evident desire to avoid them, attracted the sharp eye of the officer, who, from his very singular conduct, set him down in his heart as the pickpocket, and kept his eye upon him. He hurried over the search of the remainder, and walked towards my uncle, whispering in an under tone to the gentleman with him, “He has it on my life!” His pale face and rigid features, on which sat mingled despair and resolution, were certainly very much against my un cle. The fatal moment to which his spirit seemed, for years, to have looked forward, had now arrived. He sat like death as they approached. “Your pardon, sir, but we must be al lowed to search you,” said the captain, with far less courtesy than he had used to the other—for most convincingly was my uncle’s appearance against him. “Arc you the captain of this boat, sir ?” he demanded, with the pride of a true but sensitive gentleman at such a crisis. “I am, sir. And for the honor of it, must take the liberty to see that its character does not suffer through rogues. Will you suffer yourself to be searched, sir ?” “Searched! Rogues! Sir, I will not be searched. lam no rogue ! No, sir! Am I not a gentleman ? Do I not look like one? Have I any gold chains, rings, or diamond pins about me ? Look at me, sir ! lam a gentleman of honor and respectability. As my friend who just left me, remarked, what is character if it will not protect its owner at such a time ? Sir, I am indignant—l am grieved ! I shall never feel that I am a gentleman after this, my birth and char acter not having been sufficient to protect trie from suspicion.” My uncle spoke with feeling. His pride of character was wounded. The officer, nevertheless, was inexorable, and would have forcibly searched him, when the loser interfered. “I am satisfied,” he said ; “the gentle man has had injustice done him, and I shall not let the search proceed.” My uncle breathed again. His pride of character was spared. He could yet re spect himself! “But, sir, I am not satisfied,” said the captain, and my uncle’s heart sunk below zero. “The honor of my boat has been in jured, and must be redeemed by the proof that you have really lost a pocket-book.— This is no trifling matter, sir.” “I will not sacrifice my self-respect by letting any man search my pockets for the honor of twenty steam-boats, sir,” now spoke my uncle resolutely. Hereupon, the captain was about to search him vi et armis, when several New- York gentlemen who had heard the dispute from below, made their appearance on the upper deck. One of them was president of the bank in which my uncle’s funds were deposited, and the others, men of name and note, knew him personally, and were well acquainted with the eccentricities of his character. They saw, at a glance, how things stood. “Ah, colonel,” said the president of the bank, smiling and extending his hand to my uncle, “so they have got you under this searching ordeal!” “So you know this passenger ?” asked the captain, aside. “Certainly. I trust you have been guil ty of no rudeness. It is Colonel Treat, de scended from an old revolutionary family, a noble and honorable gentleman, but with some peculiarities. Will he suffer himself to be searched ?” “No.” “Then let him pass, Mr. Hays. He has not the p<scket-book no more than you or I have. It is his very high but mistaken sense of honor that leads him to repudiate even suspicion.” The other gentlemen bore the same testi mony to my uncle’s honorable and worthy character, and the captain politely apolo gized to him, and saying that he was satis fied from testimony of these gentlemen, that he was innocent, left him. Still my uncle’s pride was wounded. He was not satisfied because more weight was placed in his friend’s assurance than in his own appearance. It was his favorite theo ry that a true gentleman can travel the world over without a letter of introduction. He was inconceivably mortified to find the talisman fail him here. The boat was, soon afterwards, moored along-side the pier, (the pocket-book yet un sound,) and the passengers dispersed in ev ery direction to their hotels and homes.— On my uncle’s arrival at his rooms, he shut himself up, and paced the floor an hour be fore he could reconcile himself by cooly surveying the circumstances to the suspi cion he had incurred. At length he be. came more composed, cast himself into an easy chair, and lighted a segar to seal that composure. But at every seventh whiff he would remove it from his lips, and repeat with indignant surprise, “Suspect me of ha v ing the pocket-book !” At one of these ejaculations he thought of feeling to see if his own pocket-book was safe. He placed his hand on the outside of his coat over the usual repository. It was not there! Quicker than lightning lie felt the other pocket, and a glow of plea sure chased away the paleness of his cheek. “How could I have put it in that pocket. Ah! doubtless when I took it out to con vince that gentlemanly stranger. I liked the sentiments he expressed. They are those of a man of honor and a chivalrous gentleman. He, now, is one of my true, well-bred men ! His address is a passport to the best society, and to the confidence of all well-bred men. There is a free mason ry by which one gentleman will recognize another. I should be happy to know him. I should ask no introduction. Yetlnow re member he suffered himself to be searched. But he seemed to be in a hurry to go down, and perhaps had no time to reseat their im pertinence. If that captain were a true gentleman, I would call him out and make him apologize for the insult upon me. Sus pect me of haring the pocket-book !” As he repeated this, he put his hand in his pocket to change his pocket-book to its customary pocket, and was pass passing it from one hand to the other with out seeing it, when something unfamiliar in its size and touch, caused him to glance at it. He looked aghast! It was not his own pocket-book ! For a moment he sat gazing upon it immoveable. A sudden sus picion—a horrible idea—a fearful misgiv. ing flashed upon him. He tore it open with nervous fingers. It oontained rolls of bills. With forced composure he took them out one after another, and counted them. There were eight rolls, each containing a thous and dollars! There was the name:— Russel R. Russel, written upon the leather. He now remembered having heard the los er, on the boat, called Mr. Russel. With silent horror and despair, such as my uncle only, could suffer at such a discovery, he rose up and approached his bureau. On it was an ornamented mahogany case. He opened it, took out a pistol, and deliberately commenced loading it. Not a word had he uttered. Not a single exclamation had escaped him. He only sighed from time to time heavily. It has been seen that there was much simplicity of character about my uncle. He assuredly now believed that he had, tempted by the devil, in some ab sent moment, picked Russel R. Russel’s pocket. Now, after ail that had passed when they would have searched him, afte’ - the honorable testimony ofhis friends, what could he do but blow out his brains ? This he now resolved to do. lie at length com pleted the loading of tlie pistol, and laid it down. Then taking one of his cards, he wrote in pencil upon it, “I do believe I am innocent of this thing, as lain an honorable gentleman. How it came into my possession, lam as ignorant as the child unborn. A. TREAT.” He laid the pocket-book and card togeth er upon his table, and took up his pistol and cocked it. He paused a moment to commit his soul to God—for my uncle was too courteous and prided too much on his breeding, to rusli rudely into the presence ofhis Maker—and then placed the muzzle of the fatal weapon against his temple. A shriek at this moment pierced his ears— his hand trembled—the ball shivered his mirror into a thousand-and-one-pieces, and the smoking weapon fell at his feet: It was his washerwoman. My uncle sternly waved her away, but she would not leave ! He put her out and locked the door against her. The shriek and report of the pistol a larmed the household, and raised the neigh borhood. The house was beseiged from the street and his rooms assailed from with in. In the street, the rumor flew that a murder had been done. In the house, eve ry soul believed that the Colonel had kill ed himself. The mob sent for police offi cers, and the landlady screamed for “ham mer and tongs.” What was my unele to do? His desperation had wound his reso lution once up to the suicidal point—but the defeat of his object had let it run down a degree or two. He looked at the pistol, stretched forth his hand to take it up and then slowly drew it back and shook his head. He felt his resolution was no long er up to the killing point. The cord had been drawn to its tension and was suddenly relaxed ! It would have required precisely the same force of causes as at first to re produce the effect. If my uncle had had time given him, he might, be going over the whole affair, possibly have again worked himself a second time, up to the critical point below which no man can require suf ficient nerve to blow’ his brains out. .But the sovereign people without and the sove reign landlady within, would give him no time to rekindle the flame ofhis wrongs. — The door was burst open and in rushed the head of a'human current which reached to the street. My uncle stood in the centre of the room with folded arms, the discharged pistol at his feet, and in his eyes, a look of calm desperation. “Take me! I am the man!” he said in a deep tone that checked their advance. An officer forced his way through the crowd, and glanced with a quick scruti nizing eye about the apartment. He then took up the pistol. “Discharged f Where is the man he has killed V* “Surely, sir,” interposed th“ landlady, “he has killed no body, but liked to killed himself, the poor gentleman and one of my regulerest paying lodgers too ! It would ha’ been a pity ! Thunk the Lord he is safe and sound.” “So, sir ! There has been no murder committed then,” said Mr. Hays, glancing a second time about tlie corners of the room and then looking into the muzzle of the pis tol as if lie would fain read there some dark tale of blood.” “No, sir, no murder. But bid these go —bid these gazers go—l cannot bear the gaze of human eyes ! Bid them go,” he whispered hoarsely, “and I’ll tell thee what has been done !” The officer stared, and then cleared the room, by saying no murder had been com mitted. Tlie crowd soon dispersed from within and without, and my uncle was left alone with the police officer. “I will tell thee what has been done ! Do you remember me ?” asked my uncle in a low impressive tone, bending his lace close to his. “Certainly I do,” answered the man who never forgot a face, the eyes of which he had once looked into. “You did not search me !” “No.” “Ha, ha!” laughed my uncle wildly.— “Ha, ha!” “What am I to understand by—” “You did not search me—no —no ! 7 would not be searched. No, no ! Ha, ha, ha!” “Why, dear sir, you are ill,” said Hays, kindly ; you had best lie down. * “Lie down! You did not think I had it!” “Had what?” “The pocket-book,” answered my uncle, bringing his lips close to the officer’s ear, and speaking in a tone as if he feared the walls would hear the communication.— Aias, my poor uncle ! his reason was leav ing him. “The pocket-book !” “Ay, sir, the pocket-book,” shouted my uncle in a voice of thunder. “Look there, sir!” And he stood for an instant pointing with a rigid finger and ghastly visage to wards the table. The officer took up the pocket-book with hesitation which was instantly followed by an exclamation of surprise as he read the name of Russel 11. Russel, on the leather band. It took him but an instant to count the sum it contained. The whole of my uncle’s present conduct he now attributed to guilt, Without giving him any credit for his confession, he went up to him as he still stood pointing to the table rigidly and stiflly with a most fearful expression on his face, and said quietly to him— “ Sir, I arrest you as my prisoner.” Then my uncle’s hand fell powerless at his side—the muscles ofhis face relaxed, his eyes lost their hard, stony glare, and placing his arm in that of the officer, he motioned him to proceed. ****** The police judge started from his bench when he saw my uncle led in before him in custody of a police officer, for he person ally knew ray uncle and esteemed him. “Some mistake, Mr. Hays! No ?” he asked looking with anxious solicitude at the officer. “No, Sir, Mr. Russel’s pocket-book is found in his possession.” “ It is impossible. There is some error.” “Thereis the pocket-book, sir, which I myself found on his table in his private room.” “ By there’s some mistake, Hays,” reiterated justice Bloodgood. “ Colonel Treat, be so good as to explain your appear, ance here.” My uncle made no answer, but stood with his arms folded across his breast ga zing upon vacancy. Several gentlemen were sent for who were his friends, and at length they succeeded by the tenderest sympathy with his feelings, in drawing from him all that he knew in relation to it. “ Some villain, when the search commen ced, placed it in your pocket,” said the President of the Bank, when the brief nar ration was ended. “With checks for fif teen thousand dollars about you, you would have enough to do to take care of your own pockets, without thrusting your fingers into another man’s.” “ How did you know I had these ?” asked my uncle. “ I was aware of your receiving them at Albany, yesterday, and besides; it is not half an hour since you sent them to be cash ed.” “ I sent them !” exclaimed my uncle— “let me tell you, gentlemen, that my pocket book and all it contained, was taken, and this was substituted for it!” This was the first time my uncle had thought ofhis own loss ! The exclamations ofsurprise were gen eral. “ The rogue, whoever he was, made the exchange after the search commenced,” said Hays, after a moment’s reflection. “ It must have been someone, too, who knew your pocket-book was of the most value. You see, gentlemen, with what refinement of roguery this was probably done ! Did you hold conversation with any one, sir, after the rumor, of the pocket book ?” asked Hays, with deep interest. “ No, sir,” answered my uncle, “save with a quiet gentleman, whose sentiments and mine singularly harmonized. I could not suspect him.” “ Who was he ? asked the officer, abrupt ly. “ A stranger, but of most affable and in. J. KAPPEL, Printer. commanding address. We were discus sing together the loss, when,” added my uncle, with great simplicity “to assure him 1 had no need to pick any man’s pocket, I took out my pocket-book and showed him the contents.” “ That affable gentleman, is the man,” exclaimed Hays. “ Which of those upon the upper deck was he ?” “ He who first went down—but surely, lie could not —” “ He is the man.” “Wore he an olive green coat wtih vel vet collar, and a white beaver hat, and were his complexion and hair sandy ?” asked the President, with painful interest. “It was,” said Hays and my uncle in the same breath. “ It is he then to whom my teller paid the checks soon after the bank opened. You preceive, Mr. Justice, that there has been deep roguery here, and that Colonel Treat has been more sinned against than sinning.” “ Colonel Treat is honorably dischar ged,” said the Justice. “Mr. Hays, here is a police warrant for that rogue. He must he brought here before sunset.” “ I think 1 have the clew to him,” said old Hays, who was present. “If you will be so kind as to remain half an hour, gen tlemen, I think I can show Colonel Treat his travelling friend.” ****** In less than half an hour, the High Con stable returned to the police court, leading in the gentleman whose sentiments were so congenial with my unfortunate uncle’s. The affable gentleman, confessed and de livered up eight thousand of the fifteen he had received. The balance, he said he had sent out of town to a partner, but said he would restore it, if the plaintiff declined prosecuting within ten days. My uncle who had heard with painful astonishment, tlie confession ofhis friend, felt no disposi tion to prosecute, and the prisoner was per mitted to address a letter to Boston, with the understanding that he was to be kept in confinement until the expiration of the ten days. His companions, be it here recorded governed by that principle of union and honour that exists among organized rogues were not tempted even for seven thousand dollars to make a sacrifice of their less fortunate friend to the law, and promptly forwarded the amount to justice Bloodgood. From that time my unele lost all faith in the outward seeming of a gentleman, judg ed of men & manners more correctly aud ju diciously, parted from much ofhis sensitive pride&exclusiveness of character,&became wiser and happier for it. But afterwards, he took a higher ground than he had built his favorite theory upon, and contended that no man could be a gentleman but one whose spirit was imbued with the principles aud precepts of true christiauity. J. H. I. TO P O GRAFAICA L. Fourth Annual Report Os the State Geologist of Georgia. To His Excellency, Charles J. McDonald, Governor. Sir —ln conformity with my instructions, I have the honor to present you with this my fourth annual report of the Geological and Agricultural survey of the State, authoriz ed by resolutions of the Legislature in 1830. By reference to those instructions, it will he seen that they are more full than those given to any other State Geologist in the Union, and require an immense amount of labor and time to accomplish in all their branches, notwithstanding which, I have the satisfaction to think, that as tar as I have progressed, with my limited means, I have to the best of my humble abilities, dis charged all the duties therein contemplat ed, and I am confident that your Excellen cy and every enlightened citizen will not only award to the importance of the survey, hut to my fidelity in the execution of the office which I have had the honor to hold due approbation. Tite instructions enjoin not only a Geolo gical, but an Agricultural survey, togeth er with celestial observations in every country, for the ascertainment of the lati tude and longitude, the magnetic variation, &c., with the height above the ocean.— These, I have particularly attended to in each county, that when the survey of the whole State shall be completed, a correct Geological map might he constructed of each county, and of tlie whole State. Draw ings and sections of all places, formations, &lc. have been made, also skeleton maps of each connty with the different soils, rock formations, localities of various minerals, and oilier objects appertaining to correct geological and agricultural surveys, have been noted with their bearings and dis tances from some principal object. A col lection has been made if specimens from all the mineral localities as far as survey ed, and deposited in the State cabinet for inspection, but they cannot be scientifical ly classed and arranged until the whole is completed. If the plan should be carri ed through as commenced, there can be no doubt that Georgia will present one of the richest cabinets in native minerals, that can be found in the United States ; but the present apartments are not sufficiently ca pacious for the purpose ; the rooms will be nearly filled the present season, and what is termed “the mineral region” of Georgia is scarcely begun to be surveyed. It is confidently asserted by scientific men of England and France, some of whom have [VOLUME XXVI.