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Georgia fi Statesman. FER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE,] BURRITT & MEACHAM, Editors .] GEORGIA. STATS 6MAN. IS PUBLISHED STEM MON DAT IN MILLEDGEVILLE, GA. Qn Wayne-Street, opposite the Eagle Hotel. BY S. MEACIIA*. {Kj* 7Vrms....Three Dollars in advance, or Your Dollars if not paid in six months.— No subscription received for ieos than one year, unless the money is paid in advance, and no paper discontinued till all arrearages cn subscription and advertisements are paid. N. B.—Notice of the sales of land and ne groes, by Administrators, Executors, or Guar dians, must be published sixty days previous to the day of anie. The sale of personal property in like man ner must oe published forty days previous to lie day of sale. Notice that application will be made to the Court of Ordinary for leave to sell land, must bo published nine months. Notice that application has been made for Letters of Administration, must also be pub* lished/orty days. **+ All letters directed to the Editors on business relating to the Office, must be post paid Reader —if thou hast a Father, peruse fhesc lines, and obey their precepts:—lf thou bast not, “ converse with thy past hours,” and consider how oft tbou hast slighted them, and expect not thy children will render to thee that filial reverence which thou hast refused to thine own. From the N. H. Religious Intelligencer. Grieve not thy father as long as he laelh. Son of Sirach. Ah I grieve not him whose silver hairs Thin o’er his wasted temples stray; Grieve not thy sire when time impairs The glare of his manhood’s sway. His tottering steps With reverence aid, Biud his sunk brow with honor’s wreath, And let his deafened ear be made The harp where filial love shall breathe. TVhat though his pausing mind partake Her frail companion’s dark decay, Though wearied, blinded Memory break The casket where her treasures lay. 'With ready arm his burdens bear, Bring heavenly balm his wounds to heal, And with affection’s pitying care, The error that thou mark’st, conceal. Shy! canst thou tell how oft those arms Have clasped thee to that shielding breast, TVben infant fears or fancied harms Thy wreak and wayward soul distrest ? Know’at thou hoiv oil that lip has strove Thine uninstructeil mind to aid ? Ifcw oft a parent’s power of love lUs rose on midnight's deepest shade? Oievc not thy lie die 1 Lest when he sleep on Nature’s breast, Tho record of its sligliest sigh, Should prove a dagger to thy rest. Tor If thy holiest debt or love Forgotten or despised should be, lie, whom thou coll’st thy sire above Will bend a Judge’s frown on thee. Aflubp Schools in SaU'i .America. — These in stitutions are becoming more and more prevalent in all parts of Christendom. The salutary influence which they arc found to *esert upon the morals and dispositions of the young, are the best rewards which the friends and Teachers of Sunday Schools ■can hope for or wish to receive : And we should be gratified to know that the pupils pf such schools in our neighborhood had Committed the following lines to memory. A Sunday School recently established at Buenos Ayres, has been supplied with books by the American Sunday School Union. “ Go on and prospef.” Xhe following is a copy of the Ode, written hy W. B. Tappan, Esq. and sung at the con clusion of tlie meeting. The air was taken Oom Hayden’s Creation. 'The angel ranks thatjgird the throne Os Majesty, stand not alone; Tb mortis disinthralled ’tis given To join the choral bymn of heaven. Utrk! even now a richer strain Comes floating o’er th’ eternal plain, To infant choirs those harps belong, And children's voices swrll that 6orig. Gabriel ne’er touch’d a sweter string, His legions listen as they sing ; O whence those cherub minstrels, —say, dad in Immortal’s bright array 7 In scenes where thoughtless worldlings dwell, "Hieir lot was cast, whose lyres now swell The thrilling melody above, 'Thine be the praise, O God of love ! ScNDit School ! Earth has no name Worthier to fill the breath of fame— The untold blessings it hath shed Shall be reveal’d when worlds have fled, O Thou of Bethl’ern! once a child, Jesus compassionate and mild, Approve thy work—be this the sum Os all our toil —“ Thy Kingdom come.” THE MOTH with THE UOLOEN WINOS llonnst Bebcr was a poor, merry he»ted denizen of the ancicDt city of lla v nra ; and if goodness of heart were querulous as to its habitation of flesh, it would buee had just Krounds to complain of being lodged »" a tenement as the °* ® e *“ r To bear him speak “r° to hear the iTV* e » br :„" >Kht,> » l>ln . . ffom tbe as they lit up the lines of his shrivel led. bark-like countenance, were as the flashings of inestimable jewels through the ruins of a leathern cas ket It had moreover pleased Allah to place the seal of darkness upon one of Beber’s eyes; and probably fearing his temper under such a ca lamity, he had most wisely deprived his servant of his teeth ; he had, furthermore, looped up a few incon siderable lines in ouc of Beber’s legs; and that pride on this should not seek refuge in his servant’s hands, Allah had graciously paralyzed one of his believer’s arms. Was pride expell ed the body of Beber? in snch a ru ined hovel of human clay did pride still find a peg whereon to hang her looking-glass 1 Alas! yes; Beber was proud. He would say, ‘ There is happiness sufficient unto all men, praised be Allah! Ifall have not a bale of cloth, there is also none but hath a thread. It is true, if lam stricken upon the right cheek, I must turn me round to look for the hand; and if he that buffets me can run with the gazelle, my legs may keep me from the crinrv of slaying : if two hands are needful for a thief, glory to Allah who hath ordained his servant hon est ; if honey-cakes make war upon the may indulge with safety. I am half blind, lame, toothles, and have but five serviceable fingers; but there is but one God, nnd ho is great —I have not an ugly nose.” Hereupon would Beber send forth a laugh—and such a laugh ! His joy wouki issue- from his throat, as though it had to troll over so many pebbles placed by some evil genius in his la rynx. His laugh was composed of several sounds of a distinct, cilnking sharpness—every note proceeding,as it were, from the movement of the be fore-named impediments. Pride, in most cases, arises from the possess ion, or the fancied possession of some valuable quality : Beber was ingen ious—he could only pamper his spirit upon the absence of HI. “We are never wholly destitute,” he would say ; “where Allah denies the water*'of the fountain, he gives the sands of the desert.” Beber was in the employ of an old Persian in the city, who had for forty years been prying into the pro- • found secrets of nature. Scfy, it was said, would for nights search for the heart of a firefly, and would for a week thum over a mineral or a stone. He was old, ugly, and choleric. His face was tho colour of sun-burnt mar ble ; his greedy, d.cp sunk eyes, overshadowed by their long wiry brows, were likened, in the language of his slaves, to two revenous nnd crouching jackals watching from se pulchres. His beard wr3 stained a deep black, which shaken by the palsy in bis head, gave him the ap pearance of a merciless and devour ing goulc. “The neighbours say,” thu3 Belier would sometimes solilo quize, “that my master Sef'y, looks into matters deeper than those of in sects and of stones; that he has visits from the genii—upon which occasions his house shoots up and spreads out like a sunflower, and branches forth ;nto kiosks and pavil lions ; all of which, however, mefti away with the mist of the morning, leaving nothing but hisohl studving ing place.” One morning Beber was so strongly possessed with the belief of his master’s disposition towards magic, that, instead of pursuing his task with his fellow-labourers, of searching among the surrounding fields of Bassora for flies and pebbles he entered a burial-place, and seat ing himself beneath a cypress-tree, spent the whole of the day in intense but unprofitable cogitations. At length evening arrived, and Beber then became awakened to the folly of his conduct; and rnllying the lit tle philosophy he possessed, he de termined to botake him, although empty-handed, and fearful of tilt bastinado, to his master. “Let me,” said Beber. “but pass through the night with an uncracked skin, nnd master Sef’y may give coffee to and wash the feet of Zatania himself, ere I again set going the machinery of my wit to the danger of my soles.” With this resolution Bebcr arrived at the mansions of his master, who cast an evil eye upan the tardy servant, whilst anger seem and to aid the effect of palsy. ‘‘Slave! shew me an ex cause for this delay : come produce your stores.” Now it so happened that all Bcbcr's fellows had been more than usually fortunate, and had presented their master with some of the rarest specimens of the insect and mineral kind : therefore the fault of Belwr, when he informed his mas ter of !,i» want of success appeared most iniquitous. ‘‘Slave !” exclaim ed (defy, and the foam of passion streaked his black beard, ”go to my museum, and there await mo —“ There is but one God, and he is great;” softly murmured the unfor- H* tibierunt artes, pacisque imponerc morem, parcere subjects et debcilare superbas.—Virgil. Milledgeville, Monday, February 19, 1827. place, as though he was treading the hair-breadth bridge of A1 Sirat. When Beber entered the museum whether his precarious situation more awakened him to the peculiarity of the place, is not recorded ; but it is certain, on this occasion, he was more impressed with its appearance than heretofore. “There is but one God, and he is great,” exclaimed Beber ; “then why should men thus triumph over the lesser creatures ?” This benevolent question was evidently excited by the peculiarity of the apartment, of which every atom was studded with living insects, impaled on wire. There were some thousands of wings heating convulsively ; the whole room seemed instinct with life; Beber felt as if he were enclosed by four breathing walls. "He who for pastime runs pins through the bowels of beautiful and harmless flics, will feel but little for the flesh of man,” thought the sweat trick led to his knees, and his very bones were cold. “Wretch that lam !” continued he : “I have been the guilty partner ofthese crimes: I have torn these lovely creatures from the sun, the dews, and the flowers, to have their soft velvet bodies pierced with iron ! Surely he who wantonly crushes a fly, would, had he the pow er, blacken the rainbow, or strike out the stars ” Beber’s heart was newly opened by the scene of suffer ing which surrounded him ; nnd not knowing how long he might remain without being himself impaled in the middle of the room, as the grand central ornament of the museum, he resolved to do all the good that yet was in his power? The eve of Beber was suddenly attracted by a large and beautiful Moth, fixed at the east side of the mnseum : it was beating its wings, and the acuteness of its agony tarnished at intervals their golden beauty ; the perspiration, like fine diamond-dust, started from it in every part; its horns were as polished steel, bearing two little beads like pearls ; its body, as crystal streaked with veins of ruby ; its legs were as amber; and upon each wing there was a bright emerald-coloured spot, which reflected the eye of the be holder. Beber had never in his long practice beheld any insect half so beautilul; and as it was so pre-emi nently lovely, the slave, true to the weakness ofhuman nature, thought that insect, before any other, should have its liberty—whereupon he care fully drew the tormenting pin from its body. The Moth fell motionless to the ground, and Beber feared his metcy was come too late ; when be ing about to stoop towards it, the Moth suddenly sprang into the air, and flew gently and steadily ground the head of the slave. As the in sect moved, a soft entrancing melody was created by the undulations of its wings, which fixed Beber with up raised head, open mouth, and out stretched iing rs.the scarcely breath ing-figure of astonishment. By de grees the insect comes more closely to him ; now it just brushes his tur ban ; it strikes with its golden wings the closed lid of the onc-eycd Beber, springs through the casement, and vanishes The slave utters a shout of astonishment—covers by turns each eye with his hand—the lately withered ball is again awakened to light—Beber is no longer a one-eyed man! For some moments he chuck les with an inward delight; ho then sinks into a state of dreaminess, from which the appearance of Scfy, his vindictive master, alone arouses him The old Persian starts on beholding in his museum a man in every res pect like his servant Beber, save in the possession of two eyes. With out waiting for any explanation from tho supposed intruder, Scfy orders his servants to take the slave to a distance, there to chastise him for his presumption, and then to search for the offending Beber. The men ials, sharing in the surprise of thcii master, are puzzelt’d with the per son of their prisoner he is like Beb er—lame, toothless, has but one good arm—but then his two eyes! It is not for them to ponder on the ques tion ; they baro their charge into the fields, and dutifully chastise him. And now beheld the unfortunate Beber, left bleeding and exhausted at the outskirts of the city. The bastinado had done its work. “There is but one God, and Mahomet is his prophet,” sighed forth the unhappy man, as he gradually revived to a sense of his miserable condition. “Softly, friend Beber! you have un accountable gained an eye; although, 1 am afraid, against such profit you may put the loss of your other leg." Here the wounds in his feet again began so to throb and smart, that the poor fcllowod swooned under the agony. When he recovered, he saw hovering over him the very Moth with the Golden Wnu'-, it. it recognized its former deliverer ; and; having fluttered round Beber for some time, it gradually sank to the soles of his feet, where Beber felt the insect fanniig with its little wings his smartings wounds: a greateful coolness pervades the lacerated parts —the flesh closes—no scars remain —and Beber, rising from the earth, discovers that he is not only cured ol his hurts, but of his lameness. “There is but one God !” lie shouts, and throws himself round like ader vise. The Moth, although it care fully avoids the ger hand ol Beber, still flies arOTnd him, and seems by its movements as if it wished to guide the footsteps of its preserver. “Moth of Mahomet! —for you can be no other—l will fol low you,” exclaimed Beber, and he marched forward. The Moth flew to the city of Bassora; and after guiding the astonished and delighted Beber through many turnings and bye ways, at length brought him into a most beautiful garden. Here the; Moth began to revel among the flowers, which seemed sensible of its caresses, and in a manner returned them. Now the Moth would alight upon a rose-bud, which would in stantly burst into a full-blown Sower ; and then ugain slightly collapse its leaves, as though wishing to confine the insect in its fragrant prison. Af ter the Moth had thus dallied with many of the beauties of the place, it boldly flew into the hand of Bebei which it quickly left to visit a flower, and then it as speedily returned. Af ter the Moth had continued these movements for some time, Beber thought he would pluck a flower : scarcely does he pull a damask rose from its stalk, when the leaves curl together as though scorched by fire their colour flashes with an added brilliancy, and that which but a mo ment betore was a flower on the tree, becomes in the hand of Beber, an inestimable ruby. Delight succeeds astonishment: Beber now plucks flowers of every hue, touched by the wings of the Moth ; and in a few minutes he has jewels of every colour and description, from pearls trans formed Irom lilies, to amber from sunflowers. Whilst Holier was think ing where he should hide away his nches, he accidentally touched a spider’s web depending from one of the trees, and it instantly burst forth into innumerable colours, and be came as it were, a rainbow of silk, which Beber instantly took, and deposited therein his newly-found riches. Day was now fast approaching to a close ; and B< bor, on looking round for his good genius, the Moth with the Golden W ings, found it had tied he knew not whether. Hereupon was Beber puzzled: for he knew not how to depart from a place into which lie had been introduced, he knew not how. Whilst Buber was engaged in arranging the little wit sudden good fortune had left him, in order to deliver himself from his present perplexity, he perceived a long procession of attendants com ing down the garden ; and in an in stant Beber, surrendering his soul and body into the koeping of Allah, disposed himself into a very ball, and rolled under the friendly boughs of a neighboring tree. Now al though Beber had degraded himself as much as possible from the upright bodily dignity of man, he had never theless, like a-wise politician, so dis posed his eyes as not to be confound ed by darkness in the general lump. He beheld a numerous body of at tendants halt just opposite his hiding place, where they commenced pre parations for a splendid feast. They brought with them vessels of gold and silver with the most delicate cates ; they spread the carpets, arranged the cushions; the grand carver was at his post, and nothing was wantidg but the master of the feast to com mence the banquet. In a few min utes the great mao himself appear ed ; and Beber shuddered as he be held his savage aspect. Giaffar, (for that was his name) was iudeed a cruel and relentless man : the bones of many of his once-beautiful Cir cassian slaves, if rumour might be trusted, had long whitened beneath the surge ; and even the bowels of the earth unclosed his victims. The feast began and ended in silcnco ; the coffee went its round, and the dancing girls had performed their voluptuous measuae. Giaffar ques tinned the slave respecting some tri fling formality which had been unob served m the economy of his chi boque, when th- menial ventured a reply : Giaffar, starting from his cushion, threw his atagban at the offender—who, however, by a adroit movement, escaped th- blow, and the h we-.t whining onwarth aud falling a* a distance, sheathed itself in toe unha »py Buber's lev [Vol. n. No. 7.— Whole No. UX. produced before the vongoful Giaf far, who in two words gives out the culprit’s fate. The sound of the syllables, “bow string, ’ s(ill tingled in Beber’s ears, as he threw himself before Giaffar, imploring his most gracious consid eration. The appeal was in vain; and Beber was being Hurried away from the presence of Giaffar to the first convenient corner for execu tion. when in the struggle,—for Be ber, albeit supple and obliging, dared to struggle for his neck—the huge silken bag of jewels fell from the captive, and was speedily exposed to the rejoicing eyes of Giaffur.— “llow is this, slave?’ said he, evi dently pleased, as though his inward man had been tickclcd by a libation of the pearls dissolved; “how is this and wherefore these inestimable riches?” Beber, feeling that his windpipe was as yet unobstructed by a cord, thought it behoved him, if possible, to work its everlasting liberty; and therefore, rallying the little valour which had retreated he scarcely knew where, he determin ed upon acting the great man, and endeavouring to pul death aside with a big word. “Glory to the Prophet!” commenced Beber; “his ways are wonderful; and no man knowetb but a narrow and a winding lane, with foul serpents in the path tfnd thorns at the side, may lead to a field of melons. Surely, good sir, if mer chants trading to Bassora are to have their necks fitted with bow strings, the winds and waters will soon bring you nothing but grass seed and sponge. When I quitted my good father, who, Allah rest him, is now beholding his beard in the black eyes of immortal houris; when he gave into my keeping these jew els wherewith I was to trade, and to make me lift my head with any merchant in the bazaar, little did I think that I should have to plead for the holding of my patrimony, like a felon against the bastinado. But there is but one God,” added Be ber, and ho placed his hands across his breast. “Indeed! is this so?” re plied Giaffar, who began to think he had gone too far; whereupon, mo tioning to his slaves, they respect fully seated Beber upon a cushion, and served him with coffee. Alter a short pause, Giaffar recommenced his interrogatories. “How is it, my friend, that a man possessing the im mense wealth contained in these jewels should make so bad an ap pearance! By my beard 1 took you for some runaway slave! How is this, 1 say?”—“Most wise brother,” replied Beber, gaining courage as he proceeded, “you must know the van ity of embroidered garments; gravi ty of dress delights the wise. He who hath not sense sufficient to pre fer the sweet sobriety.of the cinna mon-bark to Ihe nauseating odour of its flowers, deserves not the fra grijpcc of the wood, but the effluvia ot tho blossom.”—“Brother,” repli ed Giaffar—for he bad now an art ful game to play—"it is a wise de fence of a worthy custom. You will pardon the choleric reception I gave you; and so, uow for business. You, it seems, are a jewel merchant. I can tell you, good fortune kas direct ed your footsteps hither. There is not one, in the whole city of Bassora who can do you so good a turn as myself. lam at the present time commissioned to buy some valuable gems; these appear of extraordinary beauty; although, perhaps, I am wrong to say as much—for a good j trader will not praise the foot of a t camel he is bargaining tor. How ever, this night we will give to harm- less pleasure, nnd to-morrow wo will talk of trade.” By these fair words did Giaffar wholly gain over to his confidence the unsuspecting Beber. “Bacroc!” said Giaffar—and an og ly, foul-visaged slave approached lam—“bring hither that peculiar drink with which I treat the fortu nate few whom I condescend to re ceive in love nnd friendship. The , slave quickly brings the desired li quor, which Giaffar presents in a golden vessel to his easy guest.— •Honour to the Prophet! this is surely not wine.”—"Wine!” replied Giaffar in seeming anger; “but you arc a stranger, and know not that 1 have thrice travelled to Mecca’s ho ly shrine. YVme in the dwelling place of the faithful!” Beber, not wishing again to excite o violence, the character of which he so well re membered (for bis leg, although it had been carefully attended by the slaves, still at intervals pained him grievously,) drank off the potion, to the evident satisfaction of Giaffar.— Beber, in bis agitation, had not dis covered the Moth with the Golden Wings, which fluttered around him whilst be held the vessel in his hand, hut vanished on tho instant lie em- [OR id IF NOT PAID IN SU MONTHS, 4 earth. Giaffar, on this, exclatmew to Bacroc and his fellows, "fiitpos 4 of the fool!” and, carrying with him Beber’s bag of jewels, he re-entered the house. The slaves, with wham we shall for a time leave Beber, bear him insensible from the gar* dens. Now it so happened that Giafffr was a great favourite of the Sultan, who bad with a vas> sum of money to purchase jewels, which his highness intended to prea sent his daughter on her approach* ing marriage. Early in the morn* ing, the chief of the Saltan’s on# nueba, with a suitable train, waited upon Giaffar, to demand of him the success of his mission. Giaffar ter ceived the messenger with all pomi# ble dignity, and ceremonioQsly pla ced in bis hand, enveloped in a rids cloth of gold, the silken bag «iut jewels of the lackless Beber.- “Thrice fortunate am I, the slave of tbe Sultan, in having been <0 quick ly and so admirably suited with that desired by my master. Yea*' held, my good Mesroar,, jewels of tho most astonishing beauty; they sbioo even as a lump of tbe son.’’ Upoa hearing this, tbe eunuch was aboat to indulge his eyesight with a peep at his spleddid charge, when he no prevented by Giaffar: “Pardon me, good Mesrour; but Mahomet for bid that I should permit any one to • look upon tbe jewels before hfe Greatness the Sultan himself.” rour, being » subtle courtier, felt the full force of such and otqectioiY and saluting Giaffar; quitted him for presence ot tbe Sultan. Arrived at the palace, Mesrour found the Sul tan and his court assembled in full state. Tbe eanuch, prostrating himself before the throne, delivered into the hands of the Sultan the pur chase of Giaffar. “He is a good and a faithful servant,” said the Saltan, as he directed the golden napkin to be taken from the jewels. ’’Know,” he continued* “it pleaseth us to in from the faithful, that we intend to bestow one of our daughters in mar riage, and therefore have entrusted our good servant Giaffar to pur chase the bridal present” On th& a murmur of applause ran tborugh the court, which was, however, spee* dily tamed into astonishment* when on the Sultan’s snatching from b& officer the contents of the golden cloth, he displayed to tbs'court o heap of withered buds of flowed, entangled in a large cobweb! “lies* rour,” exclaimed the Sultan, “hop is this? I send you for jewels, and you dear to bring me shrivelled flowers in the web of a spider!” All the court stood aghast, as Mesrour, prostrating himself before the throna briefly yet tremblingly uttered, “Commander of the Faitbfol, stfch as I received such have 1 given to yon!” “Alii Giaffar mocks our ten derness and clemency! By the bear it of my father, he dies! Bring me bib head!” It takes but short time for Mesrour to depart from the coart. to seize the person of Giaflhr, and to bring the astonished culprit before the vengeful front of his master.—a “How is this, slave?” questioned the Saltan; “are these your jewels?” and he showed to the perturbed favor ite the worthless fragments be had sent. It was in vain for Giaffar to protest that he must have dealt with a magician, that they were, oik the last night, the most beautiful jewels: the Sultan orders the execu tion of Giaffar, and the -court crier I proclaims through the principal t streets of Bassora, that, in two hours Giaffar, the late favorite of the Stil , tan, is to be be beaded is the pre* sence of the coart. Let us now return to Beber, wbota the slaves of Giaffar left in an iKh frequented part ofßassora, in sense hie nnd almost naked. Twice did Bacroc think of despatching him, when his fellows, touched with some little compassion, dissaaded him from the deed, by assuring him that Beber being a stranger in Bassora, and unacquainted with cither the mansion or the name of Giadgr, could not, even if he survived the effects of the soporific potion, be ip.- any way dangerous. Beber, how ever, triumphed over tbe terrors of the night; and waking in tbe morn ing, fonnd himself hungry, peonyies& aud almost naked. The recollec tion of the events of tbe preceding evening came over him, and bo was about to inveigh bitterly against bis destiny, when bis gpod spirits camd to bis aid, he took from a neigh bouring reservnq; a handful of water, saying before he dnmfc, ' I put tho swqgMneat of resignation into the strenn, and lo! I am nourished:’* ho no sooner had swallowed the mater, than he tound his mouth filled ■n admirable set of teeth! Beber was overccotne with wond-m Kw