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TERMS, —fll TER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE,] B'URITT & MEACH OrCECiA ST A I‘±JS»I AN. IS rtitLISHED £<El;> MONDAY IN MII.LEDGEVILLE, GJi. On Wayne-Street, opposite the Eagle Hotel. BY S. MEACHAM. fdp’ Terms...J Three Dollars in advance, or Four Dollars if not paid in six months,— No subscription received for less then one year, unless the money is paid in advance, ami no paper discontinued till all arrearages or. subscription and advcrtinenenU are paid. N. B. —No'iee if 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 sal,’, of personal property in like man ner must be [..tblished forty Jays previous to the day of sale. Notice that application will be made to the Couri of Ordinary for leave to sell land, imisi be published nine mouths. Notic a that application has been made so Letters of Administration, uiust also be pub lished forty days. *s* All letters directed to the Editors on business relating to the Office, must be post paid . BXftEST. COPIES of the above work for sale at the MILLF.DGEVILLE BOOK STORE. NOTICE. ALL those having claims against the es tate of Jacob Maddux, dee. are reques ted to hand them in, in terms of the law, for settlement ; and those indebted to make im mediate payment. WESLEY CAMP, Adm. Feb. 5. 1627. 59—6 t iFridav. the 2d day of March next; vr at 10 o’clock, A. M. the subscriber will commence the sale; a,) Auction, of a genera! assortment of Dry and Fancy goods, just received from New-York, and to be sold with out the least reserve. The sale will continue from day to day, un til all arc sold. 11. COSN.VRD, Auct’r. of sate, CASH. *** North-Carolina, Cape-Fear, and Newbern Bank-Notes will be received at par. Milledgcville, Ft':. 26, 1827. CO —It SHERIFF’S SALE. ON the first Tuesday in Marco next, will be sold in the town of Jackson. Butts county, between the legal hours of sale, the following prsperty, to wit i 202 A Acres ol' land, more or less, whereon Robert Andrew now liras, known by Lot No. 96, originally I4th Diet. Monroe, now Butts county, Levied on as the property of .Joseph Sentcll, to satisfy a fi fa in favor of AVm. White, against Joseph Seidell and Alex ander Herrin, security on an appeal. Prop erty pointed out by Alexander Herrin. Also —one negro woman named Matilda, and her child Moses, as the property of Nell I’urgurson, to satisfy a fi fa in favor of Zach ariah White, property pointed out by the de fendant. Also—one grey horse, as the property of Yelventon Thaxton, to satisfy sundry fi fas ; one in favor of John E. Bailey and others. Property pointed out by the Defendant. Also—one grey mare, six or seven years old, and three promissory notes, payable to Jonathan Harkness, one on Margaret Neely, and two on Georg'; Harkness, as the property of Jonathan Harkness and Richard Pounds. Property pointed out by the defendant. Also—one protnmissory note, payable to Silas Cheek or bearer, for four hundred dol lars, signed by Robert Smi'h, as the property j of Silas Cheek. Property pointed out by Silas Cheek, Also, 202 a acres of land, more or less, whereon Starlin Kemp now lives, to satisfy a fi fa in favor of John Bacblott, and others, vs. Basil Lowe. Property pointed out by the plantrtF. Also—so acres of land, part of Lot No. Ai, in the first Dist. formerly Henry, now Butts county, north-east corner of said Lo ; Levied on as the property of Thomas House, fa satisfy sundry !i fas in favor of Win. Scott. Property pointed out by the plantiff. ISAAC NOLEN, Sh’ffi Jan. 27th, 1827. 56—tds The sweet and touching lines that follow must reach every heart not callous to the touch of Sympathy. WHERE fe HE. By Henrt Neal. Man, giveth up the ghost, and where is he. Job. v. And where is he? not by her side, Whose every want he loved to tend, Not o’er those vallics wandering wide, Where, sweetly lost, he oft would wend ; That form he. loved he marks no more, Those scenes admired no more shall see, Those scenes arc lovely as before, And she as fair—but where is he ? No, no, the radiance is not dim, That used to gild his favorite hill ; The pleasures that were dear to him, Are dear to life and nature still; But ah! his home is not as fair, Neglected must hts gardens he, The lilies droop and wither there, And seem to whisper, “ where is he V Tlis was the. pomp, the crowded hall, But where is all this prouu display ? His riches, honours, pleasures, all Desire could frame [ but were are they ? And he, as some tall rock that stands Protected ay the circling sea, Surrounded by admiring bands, Seem'd proudly strong—but where is he ? fee church-yard bears an added stone, The fireside shows a vacunt chair j Here sadness dwells and weeps alone, And death displays bis banner there: The life is gone, the breath is fled, And .hat has been no more shall be ; • be well known form in- welcome tread. Oh' where ire they, and wjjtre AM, Editors.] From the New-Yoik Mirror. A CASTLE IN THE AIR. I'll tell yon, friend, what sort of wife, Whene’er 1 scan this scene of life, Inspires my waking s.-iiantes; And wiicd I sleep, with form so light, Dances before my r ivish’d sight In sweet serial dr ams. The rose its blushes need not lend, Nor yet the lily with them blend, To captivate my eyes ; Give me a cheek th heart obeys, And, sweetly mutable, displays Its feelings as they rise. Features where ;>ensivr, more than gay, (Save where a rising smile doth play,) The sober thoughts yeti see ; Eyes that all soil and tender seem, And kind ifl’eciions round them beam, But, most of alt, on me ! A form, though not of finest mould, Where yet a something you behold, Unconsciously to please ; Manners all graceful without art, That to each look and word impart A modesty and ease. But still her air, her face, each charm, Must speak a breast with feeling warm, And mind inform the whole ; With mind her mantling cheek must glow, Her voice, her beaming eye, must show An all-inspiring soul. Ah! could I such a being find, And were her fate to mute but joined, By Hymen’s silken tie— To her myself, my ah, I’d give, For her alone delight to live, For her consent to die. Whene’er hv anxious gloom oppressed, On the soft pillow of her breast My aching hea" I’d lay ; At her sweet smile each care should cease. Htr kiss inspire a balmy peace, And drive my griefs away. In turn, I’d soften all hei care, Each thought, each wish, each feeling share, Should sickness e’er invade ; My voice should sooth each mournful sigh, MV hand the cortiai should apply, I’d watch beside her bed. Should gathering clouds our sky deform, My arm should shield her from the storm, And were its fury hurled, My bosom to its bolts I’d bare, In her defence undaunted dare, Dely the opposing w orld. Together should our prayers ascend, Together humbly would we bend, To praise the Almighty’s name; And when I saw her kindling eye Beam upward to the native sky, My soul would catch the flame. Thus nothing should our hearts divide, But on our years sersnely glide, And all to love be given ; And when life’s little scene was o’er, We’d part to meet, and part no more, But live and love in Hf.aven» M. A. C. From the Richmond Whig. United States and Georgia. —The message of the President of Ihe Uni-! ted States on this subject, and the consequent proceedings in both Houses of Congress, will fill eve ry patriotic bosom with solicitude. It was hoped that the controversy with Georgia, was finally at rest, but it has presented itself in anew and more alarming aspect. Fortunately for the public understanding of the question, the shape which the con test has now assumed, is simple, and stripped of all those difficultos which obscured it at a former stage. The last Treaty with the Creek Indians, which annulled that of the Indian Springs, guarantees to those Indians a remnant of their lands within the limits of Georgia. This i treaty was almost unanimously sanc | tioned by the House of Representa tives. In controvention of the treaty, become a law of the land by passing through all the forms of ratification, the Government of Georgia has pro ceeded to survey the reserved Creek lands. The Creeks complained to the Government, and the President having ordered the arrest of the persons engaged in the trespass, has communicated the whole affair to Congress. He quotes the act ol 1802, requiring the President to protect the rights of Indians within the limits of the United States, aud concludes by declaring his determi nation to enforce it by the military, if it shall continue his duty and be come necessary. The whole question then is this: Is the last treaty with the Creeks the law of the land, and as such bound to be respected by the State of Georgia, and all others, and which the Executive of the United States is bound to enforce if resisted ? It will be seen that the Georgia delegation (Messrs. Berrien and For syth) as usual, flew off at a tangent, and exhibited more than their usual inlcmperance. But we presume that that this can and wi!! awoer no good end. If Georgia bss dclrtrc* H* tibi erunt artes, pacisque iuponere morem, parcere subjectis et deoellarc juperbos.—Virgil. Mjlledglville, Monday, March 5, 1827. lately violated a treaty of the land, under whatever circumstances o sell justification, it is still incumber;! on tiie National Executive to eufen-e it. The fury exhibited by the gen tlemen, i< a bad augury for that Com posure and imparllalitv which ought io characterise the deliberations >.i Congress on this momentous ques un. We are disposed to believe that a discriminating public, what ever hardship Georgia may have • iff red, —and we know of none, ex cept that she has not possessed her si If of quite all the Indian lauds—;.? far as the transaction is yet develop ed, approves be conduct of the Executive. Fram the Augusta Chronicle. Tiie Baltimore Chronicle of tbu 9th inst. remarks, that a letter hna been received by a gentleman of Baltimore, by the last Liverpool packet, at New-York which had on it an endorsement, dated at 5 o’cl’k cf the afternoon previous to sailing, which stated the death of trie Duke of York The Duke of Clarence is the next heir apparent to the British Ttiroue, and as the present King, who has already progressed to an age, which could scarcely have been expected under a life of such extra ordinary dissipation, is said to be getting considerably more enfeebled every day, his decease will probably be announced ere long, and whe such is the case we think it by no means improbable that the political state of Europe, or at least oi Greijt Britain, will exp rtence sorr.t com „„a’ _ rjXu „ n..1.. _4’ /"'ll iiiGkluD. i uc ui\t; ui LlilftMlCC IS axtremciy unpopular with all classes so much so that even ihe Stared and Gartered imbecile, whoso death we have noticed, though by no mean" a favorite, was look 'd upon with some hope, a- the least of two evib AMERICAN FARMER. Baltimore, Febuary 16, 1827. We wish that every friend o this journal should understand, and that they would have the kindness to maka it known, to any one who will procure four subscribers and re mit their S2O, we will send the Amer ican Farmer without cuarge —or any one who will procure five subscri bers, wil bo allowed to retain $5 on iiis r nutting the remaining $20.- We beg also to repeat, that all which is necessary to be done by any one, wishing to subscribe, is to enclose a five dollar note by mail, at the risk of the Editor of the American Fanner, Baltimore —and whether the money b-- received or not, the paper will be forwarded immediately, and the a< tual receipt of each number of the volume will be guaranteed by the Editor. The American Farmer is publish ed weekly—about one half, or four pages, devoted to practical Agri culture; the remainder to Internal Improvements, Rural and Domestic Economy: selections for housekeep ers and female readers, and Natural History and Rural Sports. A min ute index, and title-page to the whole volume, is published and forwarded with the last number A single num ber will be sent to any one who may desire to see a specimen of the pub lication. To all editors who will give the above one or two insertions, we shall feel much indebted, and will gladly reciprocate their kindness. P. S. The American Farmer is circulated through every state and territory, and is written for by many of the most distinguished practical farmers in the Union. What is it that freezes up the cur rent of the feelings —that strikes the energies of the soul as with a blight —that cripples and mutilates every hope—that makes every prospect dark, gloomy and dismal —that makes our friends a direful phalanx of enemies and destroyers—that makes time a burthen —eternity a dread? What is it that converts the stately billowing ocean—the fair face of earth, fruits and flowers —the clear blue skv, sun, moon, and stars—beau ties celestial and terrestial into one universal wilderness of desolation 1 — ’Tis the Blue Devils. SIR wALTER s NEW NOVEL. The Literary Gaz*tte, in contra dicting the Morning Chronicle, for stating that an Irish subject has been taken for this production, assures its readers that it is to be entirely Scot tish. Now.it happens that, while one would bo wiser than the other regarding the secrets “ within the veil,” both are mistaken. Theforth coming novel will be a series of talc , something like those of “My Lanu lord.” Tho subject ol one, which i> Scottish, may be guessed at fn n the title “Chronicles of the Canot gate"—but Erin's Green isle will a. so afford subject matter for a stor* »,th which we behove was eonne* •i the late visit of tb* JJaroutt t IttUad LITERARY. At a recent entertainment given to’Sir Walter Scott, the King oi England is reported to have request ed rite worth' - Baronet to write the R ign of George the Third ; adding the assurance of free access to all 'be papers and documents in the Royal Archives. Sir Walter is said to have declined the honor ; stating, at the same time, his utter iaabilitv to do justice to the subject ! The life of Napoleon, by the au thor of Wavorlv, it is said, is to be published in English. French and German, at Edinburgh, London, Par is, Lcipsic, Berlin, and Vienna, or the same day The Garr'ck Papers arc preparing for the press. They will include an interesting correspondence with all the c fobrated Wits, Statesmen, Ac tors, and Authors, who, during his life, were the associates of the Eng lish Roscius. A CURIOSITY. The Connecticut Herald, publish ed at New-Havcn, says, “The fol lowing is a true copy of a letter re ceived at this office last week,through the hands of a post rider In mer cy to the writer we have omitted his name and substituted a dash. "to gorv to the herald office In new Ilavcn ..March the 61 8122! Dear Sir I have wread yowr ad ver fise nent foivr a clcark and I showld bee glad foor the chance I have fcenpt a drt good store in darby ‘ix mounth i have now home i have not suffishent close for any place but i woivld stay longer then my time if i could git a plase i be long in Wood bury i hant now father to take Care • me, I wars but fifteen years old ihe first day of march last i wish yow would rite too me and let me now w hut her i can come or not and if I come i wish you would let me now w huther you will find me close or not Yowrs respectfully of wood bury Too goo too the man that a.i ver ties’ fora clerk in new haven’ In a village in England the Clerk was desired so give notice that Mr. 15. and Mr. P. would preach there alternately. The Clerk read the no tice in this way : —The congregation will please to take notice, that Mr. B. and Mr. P. will preah here eter nally. A period beyond what some of the congregation* expected to have the pleasure of listening to their discourses. THE DREAM OF LOVE. By Charles Lpdlo'.v, of Richmond, Va. I have seen a buble blown info its circular and indescribable beauty; on its brilliant surface were painted the most inimitable pictures of light and life; grateful clouds floated in the bosom of the mimic sky; a tiny sun irradiated the little world, ad cast all the magic of light and shade over a landscape of must bewitching splendour. A creation, bright as a poet could imagine glowed before me; but a wave of the air broke the spell of its transitory, but beautilui existance, and it was gone. It was like a dream ofiove. If there ever is one happy being in creation, if is the lover in the luxury ofhis vision ary aspirations—if there is a singi blissful moment, like a star sparkling in the shadowy firmament of life, it l is that which discovers a long nour ished affection to be mutual. The Moon, as she rides on through her infinity of space, has not a great er effect upon the ocean-tide, than has the passion ofiove upon the tide of human thought—now per mitting it to settle down into a state of temporary tranquility—again bid ding it heave and sweeli, by ths ma gic of its viewless power. Without it, what would be the world? Asa creation without light; yet possessing it, as we do, how does it discompose the soberest plans of'reason? How do the loftiest bulwarks of stern pni losophy bow down and disappear before the fragrance of its breath? It is the poetry of thought, when reason slumbers on he; stately throne or in It is scarcely to be defined, for it -ecr/is in a perpetual halo of soft light, which dazzles while it fascin ates the mind's eye. It is to the spirit what sunshine is to the flower —luring the fragrance from its bo som; and bringing out all the ener gies of its young nature, or as the liand of oeauty to the slumbering lute pasting over the silent chords, nil ‘it doth discourse most eloquent nusic.” I nad a young friend, just rising ato manhi'od —fiery and unsettled the warnor steed in battle, hi reer was uHguided by prudence m nil—hi ft •*..«■ r..i.r.-v flow pints ®<ido h‘ m always agreeablo— [Vol. 11. No. 9. —Whole No. LXI. he was full of sense and frolic. He could bring a tear into your eye, be fore the smile had left your lip—he was all hope and happiness. Suddenly he stood before me sn altered being—bis eye had grown melancholy and full of meditation.— Its moisture was often succeeded by i a flash; and its fire again extinguished in the trembling tear. He shunned the rude clamour of the bustling world, and would steal aw ay into some sosolitatv recess, &in the still shade of the forest pooder on the sweet ness ofhis own sorrow. His mind became almost n world of itself, and thousands ol’visions rose obedient, at the call of creative thought; his soui, lifted high on fancy’s wiug, would explore, in its wild and beau tiiul career, the fathomless regions of imagination, through all the varie ty of its magnificent domain. He loved—deeply, devotedly. It wa3 more than love; it was adoration.— The object of his passion was all that woman could be. There is no object in all creation, half so splen did as such a being—the charms that are diffused through the whole universe seemed gathered together in her. When the sun is going down in the west, he leaves behind him a track of bright light, but it is insipid w hen compared to the light of her eye. The fragrance of the rose was not so delicious as the warmth of her breath—music could wake no mel ody like the thrilling tones of her voice. Her motion was more grace <u! than the heave of the sea oi the change of the cloud, and the magic ci mind, gleaming through all her words, and looks, and actions, shed around her a charm more grateful than Arabian incense. No wonder my hero bowed d'uvn before her; no wonder that the sound oflier voice was always in his ear, that her image was before him in his daily occupations, and bore a part in the mysterious changes ofhis dream There was not affectation in ber na ture. and she confessed she loved him—they seemed created lor each other—and who would have believed that fate—but I am digressing. There is something very melan choly in the reflection that any wo man can die; but to him that she should perish, was the very agony of despair. He had left her tor a few - days, intending when he return ed to have asked her hand. On the morning ofhis return, he sprang into the stage-coach, in a most delicious reverie. lie held no discourse with his fellow passengers, but wrapped himself up in a rich dream of anti cipation. His heart was full of hap piness. He thought himseif, as he entered his house, too happy for a mortal man He was preparing to pay her the first visit, and dwelling in his mind on her pleasing welcome when her brother camelo see him— tie did not observe any thing pecu liar about him at first, and not till the warm, affectionate shake of the hand was over, did he notice that hts eyes were filled with tears: and a dismale, gioomy, black crape hung from his hat lie started, and in a hollow voice, that had a desolate dreari ness in every tone, he said. “Elizabeth is dead!" At first he was not comprehend ed. A vacant horrid laugh, that echoed strangely through the still room, was his only answer —then he repeated the words, and the features of my friend became pale and mo tionless as marble —then he sat down in a chair and covered his face with his hands, but not a word—not a breath broke the silence. There was something alarming in his calm ness; it seemed like the silence of the heavy black could just before it launches is destructive lightning from its bosom. He beckoned, and wished to be alone. He was left in solitude. I would not profane the subject by any attempt at describing his feelings. There was a dark hor rible confusion in his mind, like some accursed dream glaring round him ar.d the night rolled away its long hours of sleepless agony. The next day was the funeral; and when the sun rose id his same glory, and all the ‘p om P ar, d circumstance’ of the day began to beam upon the face of nature, and the merry voice of men sometimes came upon the breeze, and the carts rattled rudely along, and all around was business and adventure, unaffected by the great event that had come like an ocean of scorching fire upon the paradise of his heart —he recollect ed, and he said, ‘to-day is her lutieral —her funeral?’ His benumod mind dwelt upon the words, hot there was something undefined, and al most incomprehensible in them. She was lo be buried at five in the iternoon. The clock struck four —he put on his bat and went stead .ly to her bouse. Ho thought twen ty luces be huaid Ucrswc;tiy toned [OR 64 IF NOT PAID IN SIX MONTHS. voice, as be passed along. He turn ed his bead once or twice to see if she was not at his shoulder, but there was nothing, and he walked on. He saw the house, and hie eye sought every window—but Eliza beth was not there. He rang the boll—the servant came, weeping— he looked at him and walked ©ti ne passed into the parlour—the, chair which she had occupied, when he was there before, was standing in • he very same place—and there was ner piano—he almost thought ho hoard music—he listened; a sob from the next room came like ice wpou his heart, and he sat down. Her mother came into the room—her fice was serene in grief, but the first burst was over, aid sbo was com paratively calm. She asked him if he would look at the corpse. Ho knew she*was dead, but the blunt question shook every nerve in bis frame'and seemed to breathe death upon his soul. He arose and fol lowed the bereaved mother. There was the air of death in tlte apartment, and a varnished coffin was on the table, a white cloth spread carefully at the bead ; ft few friends sat and wept in silence, mat ing on the beauties and virtues of the being they were about to consign to the cold earth. He walked up to the table, and stood ns stilt, and pale, and motionless as the form that lay stretched before him. He would have torn away the veil that covered that face, but he could not —he felt that he might as well have attempt ed tu heave a mountain from its rocky base. The mother saw—she felt—a mother can feel—and sho silently uncovered that beautiful countenance. If broke upon him in all its loveliness. There was the same white forehead—the sleeping eye—the cheek that be had kissed so fondly—the sweet sounds—he gazed at her corpscwith intenity of thought. Her living image was be fore him —he saw her smiling-—ha beheld her in the graeefal motion— now her figure passed before him, beautiful in the mazy dance—and now he gazed into his full black eyes and read unutterable things. He had a ring on his finger, a present from her—he tried to speak—-he looked at the ring, and then at her —agony swelled his heart ; he gave one long gaze—and looked no mere. * * # He knew not how, bat he stood by her grave ; and they were hear ing the coffin towards the dark nar row pit | a heap of fresh earth was piled on its side. Someone said, ‘WhAre are the cords ?’ He heard the a i aver, here they are;’ and then the coffin was gradually let down in to the bottom of the grave—it *at firmly on the ground, and he heard a voice say, ‘there, that is right— draw up the rope.’ Then there was the sound, as if the orders were obey ed. . in the act of doing it, a few grains of sand and pebble dropped upon the coffin....then all was still .. .then a handful of sort,damp, heavo clay was shoVßl'ed down. Oh, ihat sound ! that solemn, dreary sound of utter desofwtion! It broke the horrid spell that Aept his voice silent urid his eye dry.,.. His lip began to quiver..-.a sob lieaved his aching bre;«st....large tear* gushed from ha eyes....he stretched out his hands in an agony of weeping l —* * * * * * * * * —and grasped an old Quaker Gentleman’s cose in tbo stage coach, where lie wvs sleeping and gave occasion for Otaidiab to observe—- * Verily, friend, when thdv has sufficiently amused thyself with nose, perhaps thou wilt return it to its rightful owner.’ The whole horrible creation ofhis fancy passed nway like oust; brs heart bounded within him, and be soon took sweet revenge upon those wicked lips that had been so cold and still, yet so beaOtiful, in tho darkness of his dream. GEORGIA RESOLUTION. SENATE OB' MASSACfIUKETTS The C‘ mmittce on the .luiiiciarjj to whom was referred tne Message of His Excellency the Governor, covering a communication from the Executive of the State of Geoigia, have attended to the subject, and respectfully Report : That the papers transmitted by the Executive of the State of Geor gia convey information to latnrc of this Commonwealth that the Lcgisvaturc of Georgia have fo srucled their senatora in Congress aud requested their Representatives to promote such an alteration ol tbo Constitution of th<‘ United States Os will prevent the election ol the Pre sident from devolving, in any event, on tho House of Representatives, jd which st the zzztc ikae will pro [ ,erve inviolate all the rights of tbo