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€'3 Statesman. TERMS,—S3 PER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE,] BURRITT & MEACHAM, Editors.} GEORGIA STATESMAN. IS PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY IN MILLEDGEVILLE, GA. On Wayne-Street, opposite the Eagle Hotel. BY S. MEACHAM. fTZJ 2 ’ Ter ins....Three Dollars in advance, or Four Dollars if not paid in six months.— No subscription received for less than one year, unless the money is paid in advance, and no paper discontinued till all arrearages an 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 sale. The sale of personal property in like man ner must be published forty days previous to the day of sale. Notice that application will be made to the Court of Ordinary for leave to sell land, must be published nine months. Notice that application has been made for Letters of Administration, must also be pub' fished forty days. *** All letters directed to the Editors on business relating to the Office, must be post paid Reader —if thou hast a Father, peruse these lines, and obey their precepts : — lf thou hast not, “ converse with thy past hours,” and consider how oft thou 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. U. Religious Intelligencer. Grieve not thy father as lone; as he liveth. Son of Sirach. Ah ! grieve not him whose silver hairs Thin o’er his wasted temples stray; Grieve not thy sire when time impairs The glory of his manhood’s sway. His tottering steps with reverence aid, Bind his dunk brow with honor’s wreath, And let his deafened ear be made The harp where filial love shall breathe. What 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. Say ! canst thou tell how oft those arms Have clasped thee to that shielding breust, When infant fears or fancied harms Thy weak and wayward soul distrust? Know’st thou how oft that lip has strove Thine uninstructed mind to aid ? How oft a parent’s power of love Has rose on midnight’s deepest shade? Grieve not thy father till he die! Lest when he sleep on Nature’s breast, The record of its slighest sigh, Should prove a dagger to thy rest. T’or if thy holiest debt of love Forgotten or despised should be, lie, whom thou cnll’st thy sire above Will bend a Judge’s frown on thee. Sunday Schools in South America.— These in stitutions arc becoming more and more prevalent in all parts of Christendom. The salutary influence which they are found to exert upon the morals and dispositions of the young, are the best rewards which the friends and Teachers of Sunday Schools van hope for or wish to receive : And we should be gratified to know that the pupils of 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 prosper.” The following is a copy of the Ode, written hy W. B. Tappan, Esq. and sung at the con clusion of the meeting. The air was taken from Hayden's Creation. The angel ranks that gird the throne Os Majesty, stand not alone ; To mortals disenthralled ’tis given To join the choral hymn of heaven. Hark! even now a richer strain Comes floating o'er th’ eternal plain, To infant choirs those harps belong, And children's voices swell that song. Gabriel ne’er touch'd a sweter string, His legions listen as they sing ; O whence those cherub minstrels, —say, • lad in Immortal's bright array ? In scenes where thoughtless worldlings dwell, Their lot was east, whose lyres now swell The thriiling melody above, Thine be the praise, O God of love ! The Sunday School ! Earth has no name Worthier to fill tne breath of fame — The untold blessings it hath shed Shall be reveal'd when worlds have tied, O 1 hou of Bethl'em ! 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 GOLDEN WINGS Honest. Bebet was a poor, merrv hearted denizen of the ancient citv of Bassora ; and if goodness of heart were querulous as to its habitation of flesh. it would have had just grounds to complain of being lodged '.n so dilapidated a tenement as the body of Bebel*. To hear him speak to see him laugh—was to hear the voice of the nightugalc from the throat of an alligator . and his smiles as they lit up the lines of his shrivel led, bark-like countenance, were as the Hashings 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 Baber’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 one of Bober’s legs; and that pride on this should not seek refuge in h , servant’s hands, Allah had graciously paralyzed one of his believer’s arms. Was pride expell ed the body of Bober ?in such a ru ined hovel of human clay did pride still find a peg whereon to hang her looking-glass '! Alas! yes: Buber 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 tne from the crim of slaying : if two hands arc needful for a thief, glory to Allah who hath ordained his servant hon est ; if honey-cakes make war upon the teeth *1 may indulge with safety. 1 arn half blind, lame, toothles, and have but five serviceable fingers; but there is but one God, and he is great —1 have not an ugly nose.” Hereupon would Beber send forth a laugh—and such a laugh! His joy would issue from his throat, as though it had to troll over so many pebbles placed by some evil genius m his la rynx. His laugh was composed of several sounds of a distinct, ciinking sharpness —every note proceeding,as it were, from the mov ment 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 ill. “We arc never wholly destitute,” he would say ; “where Allah denies the waters of the fountain, he gives the sands of the desert.” Beber was in the employ of an old Persian in the city, who Lad tor forty years been prying into the pro found secrets of nature. Sefy, it was said, would for nights search for the heart of a firefly, and would for a week tliiim over a mineral or a stone. He was old, ugly, and choleric. 11 is tiice was the colour of sun-burnt mar ble ; his greedy, d ep sunk eyes, overshadowed by their long wiry brows, were likened, in the language ot’ his slaves, to two ravenous and crouching jackals watching from se pulchres. Misheard was stained a deep black, which shaken by the palsy in ins head, gave him the ap pearance of a merciless and devour ing goulc. “The neighbours say,” thin Beber would sometimes solilo quize, “that my master Sefy, looks mlo 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, melt away with (he mist of the morning, leaving nothing but his old studying ingplace.” One morning Beber was so strongly possessed with the belief of Ins master’s disposition towards magic, that, instead of pursuing his task with his fellow-labourers, ot 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 tlic whole of the day in intense but unprofitable cogitations. At length evening arrived, and. Beber then became awakened tu the folly iof his conduct; and rallying the lit tle philosophy he possessed, he de termined to betake him, although j empty-handed, and tearful of th [ bastinado, to his master. “Let me,’’ said Beber, "but pass through the night with an uncracked skin, and master Sefy may give coffee to anu wash the feet of Zatania himself, ere I again set going the machinery ot my wit to the danger of my 'olcs.' \\ i’h this resolution Beber arrived at tb.e' mansions of his master, who cast an evil eye upon the tardy servant, whilst anger seem <1 to aid the effect of palsy “Siavc ! shew me an ex cause tor this delay : come produce \our store- Non it so happened that all Beber’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 B. ber, when he informed his mas ter of his want of success appeared most iniquitous. ' Slave exclaim ed Sefy, and the foam « f ’passion streaked his black beard. “ go to my museum, anil there await me ’’ —“ There is but one God, and he is great:” softly murmured the unfor tunate Bee r: mu 1 . lie stooped with as much caut-oz to the apr .::Ud Hae tibieruntartes, pacisque imponere morem, parcerc subjcctis et debellare superbos.— Virgil. Milledgeville, Tuesday, February 20, 1827. place, as though he was treading the hair-breadth bridge of Al 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, lie 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 beating 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 Hies, will feel but little for the flesh of man,” thought Beber; and Ihe sweat trick led to his knees, and his very bones wore 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 I 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 sufl’er ing which surrounded him ; and not knowing how long ho 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 eye of Beber was suddenly attracted by a large and beautiful Moth, fixed at the east side ol*thc museum : 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. Buber had never in his long practice beheld any insect half so beautiful 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 I its body. The Moth fell motionless to the ground and Beber feared his meicy was come too late ; when be ing about to stoop towards it, the Moth suddenly sprang into the air, . and flew gently and steadily around > the head of the slave. As the in-1 sect moved, a soft entrancing melody was created by the undulations of its ' wings, which fixed Beber with up- 1 raised head, open mouth, and out-! stretched ling rs, the scarcely breath ing-figure of astonishment. By de-1 grees the insect comes more closely . to him ; now it just brushes his tur-l ban ; it strikes with its golden wings the closed lid of the one-eyed Beber, springs through the casement, and vanishes The slave utters a shout of astonishment—covers bv turns each eye with his hand—the lately withered ball is again awakened to light—Beber is no longer a one-eved man ! For some moments he chuck i les with an inward delight ; he then ■ sinks into a state ot' Ireamincss, from . which the appearance of Sefy, his i vindictive master, alone arouses him j The old Persian starts on beholding • in his museum a man in every res ' pcct like his servant Beber, save in the possession of two eyes. With i out waiting tor any explanation from the supposed intruder, Sefy orders his servants to fake the slave to a 'distance, there to chastise him tor his presumption, and then to search | for tho offending Beber. The men ials, sharing in the surprise of theii ■master, arc puzzebd with the per son of their prisoner he io like Beb- I er—lame, toothless ha> but one good ! arm—but then his two eves' It is ■ not for them to ponder on the ques tion: they bare their charge into the fields, ami dutifully chastise him. Ami now beheld the unfortunate Beber, left bleeding and exhausted at tb.e outskirts of the city. The bastinado had done its work. “There ■is but one God, and Mahomet >- his j prophet.’ sighed forth the unhappy : man, as he gradually revived to a sense of his miserable condition, i "Softly, friend Beber! you have un j accountable gamed an eye: although, . I am afraid, against such protit you may put the loss ot your other leg.” Mere the wounds in his feet again began so to throb and smart, that the i poor followed swooned under the . agony. When he recovered, ho saw j hovering over him the very Moth ■ with tb.e Golden Wings to whom he . had that day given liberty. The Jktjguve every Ale sigs that 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 fanning with its little wings his smartings wounds: a greateful coolness pervades the lacerated parts • —ths flesh closes—no scars remain —and Beber, rising from the earth, discovers that he is not only cured of his hurts, but of his lameness. “There is but one Gcd !” lie shouts, and throws himself round like a dor vise. The Moth, although it care fully avoids the outstretched and ea ger hand ot Beber, still flies around him, and seems by its movements as ii it wished to guide the footsteps of its preserver. “Moth of Mahomet! —for you can be no other —I will fol low you,” exclaimed Beber, and he marched forward. The Moth flow to the city of Bassora ; and after guiding the astonished and delighted Beber through many turningsand 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 flower ; and then again 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 lie would pluck a flower : scarcely does be 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 bclore was a flower on the tree, becomes in the hand of Beber, an 1 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 from lilies, to amber from sunflowers. Whilst Beber was think ing where he should hide away his laches, 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 ber, on looking round for his good genius, the .Moth with the Golden Wings, found it had fled lie knew not whether. Hereupon was Beber puzzled ; for ho knew not how to depart from a place into which he had been introduced, he knew not how. Whilst Beber was engaged in arranging (he 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 keeping of Allah disposed himself into a very ball, and rolled mid r the friendly boughs of a neighboring tree. Now al though Beber had d graded himself as much as possible from (he 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 tb.e cushions; the grand carver was at his post, and nothing was wanting but the master of the feast to com mence the banquet. In a few min utes the great man himself appear ed ; and Beber shuddered as he be held his savage aspect. Giaffar, (for that was his name) was indeed a cruel and r« lentless man : the bones of many of his cnce-beautiiul Cir cassian slaves, if' rumour might be trusted had long whitened beneath the surge ; and even the bowels of the eartli unclosed his victims. The feast began and ended in silence ; he coffee went its- round, and the dancing girls had performed their voluptuous measuae. Giaflar ques- j tioned the slave respecting some tri fling formality which had been unob served m the economy of his chi boque, when th menial ventured a rej ly : Giaflar, starting from his cushion, threw bis atagban at the oflender—who, however, bv a adroit movement, escaped th’ blow, and the weapon we t whizzing onward, ; and falling at a distance, sheathed | itself in the unhappy Beber’s kg f who instantly sent forth a shriek, i win-fli instantly drew the attendant ■ about tkcsuflvrcr. B.be: u directly ' [Vol. 11. No. 7— Whole No. LIX. produced before the vengeful Giaf far, who in two words gives out the culprit’s fate. The sound of the syllables, “bow string,” still tingled in Beber’s cars, 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 Ito struggle for his neck—the huge ; silken bag of jewels fell from the ' captive, and was speedily exposed to the rejoicing eyes of Giaffar.— | “How is this, slave?’ said he, evi dently pleased, as though his inward man had been ticketed by a libation of the pearls dissolved; “how is this ; and wherefore these inestimable riches?” Beber, feeling that his 1 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 put death aside with a big word. “Glory to the Prophet!” commenced Beber; “his ways are wonderful; and no man knoweth but a narrow and a winding lane, with foul serpents in the path and thorns ’at the side, may lead to a field of , melons. Surely, good sir, if’ mer- I 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 1 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 1 was to trade, and to make me lift my head with any merchant in the bazaar, little did 1 think that 1 should have to plead for the holding of my patrimony, like a felon against the bastinado. But there is but one God,” added Be- I ber, and he 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 upo < a cushion, and served him with coffee. After 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 , ter some runaway slave! How is this, I 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 the nauseating odour of its flowers, deserves not tine fra grance of the wood, but the effluvia ot the blossom.”—“Brother,” repli ed Giaffar—for he had now an art ful gyune to play—“it is a wise* de fence of a worthy custom. You will pardon the choleric reception I gave you; and so, now for business. You, it seems, arc a jewel merchant. 1 can tell you, good fortune has 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 I commissioned to buy some valuable , gems; these appear of extraordinary { beauty; although, perhaps, 1 am I wrong to say as much—for a good I trader will not praise the foot of a j camel he is bargaining for. How-1 ever, this night we will give to harm- j less pleasure, and t- -morrow we will : talk of trade.” By these fair words ■ did Giaflar wholly gam over to his’ confidence the unsuspecting Beber. “Bacroc!” said Giaffar—and an ug ly, foul-visaged slave approach’ <1 him—“bring hither that peculiar drink with which I treat the fortu nate few whom I condescend to re ceive in love and friendship. Th. slave quickly brings the desired li quor, which Giaffar presents in a golden vessel to his easy guest. — ’Honouj to the Prophet! this is surely not wine. —“Wine l replied Giaflar m seeming anger; “but you arc a stranger, and know not that I have thrice travelled to Mecca’s ho ly shrine. Vv me in the dwelling place of the faithful!” Beber, not wishing again to excite a violence, the character of which he so well re membered (for his leg, although it had been carefully attended by the slaves, still at intervals pained him grievously,) drank offthe potion, to the evident satisfaction of Giaflar.— Beber, in his agitation, had not dis covered the Moth with the Golden mgs, which fluttered around him ' hilst he held the vessel in his hand, but vanished on the instant he em ptied it. “ There is but one God! ’ i -t.immered Beber, as lie took the ' up from his lips, and, trembling i ; c-’ery [OR S-1 IF NOT PAID IN SIX MONTHS. earth. Giaffar. on this, exclaimed to Bacroc and his fellows, “Dispose of the fool!” and, carrying with hirn Beber’s bag of jewels, he re-entered the house. The slave?, with whom we shall for a time leave Beber, bear him insensible from the gar-’ dens. Now it so happened that Giaflar was a great favourite of the Sultan, who had entrusted him with a vast sum of money to purchase jewels, which his highness intended to pre sent his daughter on her approach ing marriage. Early in the morn ing, the chief of the Sultan’s eu nuchs, with a suitable train, waited upon Giaffar, to demand of him the success of his mission. Giaflar re ceived the messenger with all possi ble dignity, and ceremoniously pla ced in his hand, enveloped in a rich cloth of gold, the silken bag and jewels of the luckless Beber. ‘ Thrice fortunate am I, the slave of the Sultan, in having been so quick ly and so admirably suited with that desired by my master. You hold, my good Mesrour,, jewels of the most astonishing beauty; they shine even as a lump of the sun.” Upon hearing this, the eunuch was about to indulge his eyesight with a peep at his spleddid charge, when he was prevented by Giaffar: “Pardon me, good Mesrour; but Mahomet for bid that 1 should permit any one to look upon the jewels before his Greatness the Sultan himself.” Mes rour, being a subtle courtier, felt the full force of such and objection and saluting Giaflar; quitted him for presence of the Sultan. Arrived at the palace, Mesrour found the Sul tan and his court assembled in full state. The eunuch, prostrating himself before the throne, delivered into the hands of the Sultan the pur chase of Giaflar. “He is a good and a faithful servant,” said the Sultan, as he directed the golden napkin ta be taken from the jewels. “Know,” he continued, “it pleaseth us to in from the faithful, that we intend to bestow’ one of our daught rs in mar riage, and therefore have entrusted, our good servant Giaffar to pur chase the bridal present.” On this a murmur of applause ran thorugb the court, which was, however, spee dily turned into astonishment, when on the Sultan’s snatching from his officer the contents of the golden cloth, he displayed to the court a heap of withered buds of flowers, entangled ma large cobweb! “Mos rour,” exclaimed the Sultan, “bow 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 throne briefly yet tremblingly uttered, “Commander of the Faithful, eucli as I received such have 1 given to you!” “Ah! Giaflar mocks our ten ds rness and clemency! By the beard of my father, he dies! Bring me his head!” It takes but short tune for Mesrour to depart from the court, to seize the person of Giaffar, end to bring the astonished culprit before the vengeful front df his master “How is this, slave?” questioned the Sultan; “are these your jewels?” and he showed to the perturbed favor ite the worthless fragments he had sent. It was in vain for Giaffar to protest that he must have dealt with a magician, that they were, on the last night, the most beautiful jew Is: the Sultan orders the execu tion of Giaflar, and the court crier proclaims through the principal ‘■tree ts of Bassora, that, in two hours Giaflar, the late favorite of the Sul tan, is to be beheaded iij the pre sence of the court. Let us now return to Beber, whom the slaves of Giaffar left in an un frequented part ofßassora, insensi ble and almost naked, Twice did Bacroc think of despatching him, when his fellows, touched with some little compassion, dissuaded him from the deed, by assuring him that Beber being a stranger in Bassora, and unacquainted with either the mansion or the name of Giaffar, could not, even if he survived the effects of the soporific potion, be in any way dangerous. Beber, how ever, triumphed over the terrors of the night; and waking in the morn ing. fonnd him-eif hungry, pcnnyless, and almost naked. The recollec tion of the events of the preceding evening camcover him, and ho was about to inveigh bitterly against his destiny, when his good spirits came to his aid, and he took from a neigh bouring reservoir a handful cf water, aying before he drank, ‘ I put the sweetmeat of resignation into the stream, and lo! I am nourished:” he no sooner had swallowed the water, than he found his mouth f:lled with an admirable set of teeth! Beber was overecome with wonders: ho was lately become intimate with miracles, therefore he neither shout ed nor danced, but meekly said “Thoi-s is tut caa Gad, fc- fc