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TIIE mnsam c 9 Will be published, every SATURDAY Morning ) /« <A« Brick Building, at the Corner of Cotton Actnue and First Street , in THE CITY OF MACON, GA. BY Witt. IS. IIABRISON. TERMS: For the Paper, in advance, per annum, $2. if not paid in advance, $2 50, per annum. If not paid until the end of the Year $3 00. 03* Advertisements will be inserted at the usual rates— and when the number of insertions de- M red is not specified, they will be continued un til forbid and charged accordingly. OJ* Advertisers by the Year will be contracted with upon the most favorable terms. [FFSales of Land by Administrators, Executors or Guardians, are required by Law, to be held on the first Tuesday in the month, between the hours of ten o'clock in the Forenoon and three in the Af ternoon, at the Court House of the county in which the Property is situate. Notice of these Sales must be given in a public gazette sixty days previous to the day of sale. . . 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(cy.Votice that application will be made to the Court of Ordinary for leave to sell Land or Ne groes must be published in a public gazette in this liate for four mosths, before any order absolute can be given by the Court. qT'Citatioss for Letters of Administration on an Estate, granted by the Court of Ordinary, must be published thirty days— for Lettersof Dismis sion from tho administrationofan Estate, monthly for six months —for Dismission from Guardian ship forty days. (Jj»Rulf.s for the foreclosure of a Mortgage, must be published monthly for four months— for establishing lost Papers, for the full space of Tii ree months —for compelling Titles from Ex ecutors, Administrators or others, where a Bond hasbeen given by the deceased, the full space of thrf.e months. N. B. All Business of this kind shall receiv protnpt attention at the SOI IHERN MUSH. SI Office, and strict care will be taken that all legal Advertisements are published according to Law. O’All Letters directed to this Office or the Editor on business, must be post-paid, to in sure attention, ff) “A LITTLE MORE GRAPE.” THE undersigned, true to Ins promise, again presents to the Public more data on which they can safely base their calculations relative to the respective merits of the depleting system ofthe disciples of Esculapius, and of that invig orating and phlogestic one of which lie is proud to be the advocate. Leaving the stilts of egotism and shafts of rid icule for the use of those who have nothing bet ter to stand on, and no other weapons for attack or defence, he selects his standing on truth, and uses such support only as merit gives him ; and for weapons, he chooses simply to assail the ranks of the enemy occasionally with “a little more grape,’’ in the form of facts, which arc evi dently the hardest kind of arguments since they often administer to his quiet amusement by the terrible destruction they cause among the stilts and the ludicrous effect they produce in causing certain individuals to laugh, as it is expressed in homely phrase, “on t’other side the mouth.” The Mexicans arc not the only people, these days, whom vanity has blinded to their own de fects ; neither can they claim much superiority in the way of fancied eminence and blustering bravado over many that live a great deal nearer home. A salutary lesson has latterly been giv en the former by the Americans, and the latter may ere long take “ another of the same ” ala mode de Taylor. After the following there will still be “a few mote left.” Georgia, Jones County, alß4B. This certifies that for more than four or five years my wife was afflicted with a disease pecu liar to her sex, and notwithstanding all that we could do, she still continued to get worse. The Physicians in attendance bad exhausted their skill without rendering her any assistance till, in 1841, when she was confined to her bed in a very low condition, 1 got her last attendant to go with me to Macon and lay her case before Dr. M. S. Thomson, who, without having seen her, prescribed and sent her medicine that soon re lieved her, and in the course of a short time re stored her to permanent health. She has now been well about four years and rejoices in the recovery of her long lost health FRANCIS B. lIASCAL. Macon. June 22d, 1848. Dr. M. S. Thomson— Dear Sir : —Deeming it a duty I owe to yourself as well as to the afflicted generally, I have concluded to give you a short statement of my case, which you are at liberty to publish if you think that the best niodeofthcreby subserving tho interests of suffering humanity. In May 1841, after considerable exposure to cold, I was attacked with Asthma, which pros trated me very much, and notwithstanding all that could be done to prevent it, it continued to return about every two weeks till in 1845, 1 ap plied to you. Between these attacks I bad a very severe cough, which led some ofthe physicians to whom I applied to believe that I bad consump tion. 1 applied to physicians of both the Min -cral and Botanic schools, of eminent general qualifications, but all to no benefit, for I contin ued to get worse,so much so that I bad reduced from being a strong, fleshy man,down to a mere skeleton and could hardly creep about.—When I applied to you, I had but little faith in being cured, though I had witnessed some wonderful results following your treatment, especially the cure of that crazy woman you bought of Auuil la Phelps, in Jasper, yet they gave me confi dence and by persevering in the use of your remedies, and as it were hoping against hope, am much gratified in being able to announce that l have got entirely well, for I have had but one light attack in twenty months, and that was oight months ago. 1 have now regained about •ny former weight, and feel as strong as almost •my man offifiy-onc, which is my age. Without disparagement to the cliaractcrofthe other cures that have so frequently resulted from your prac tice, I do not think that any of them can beat t us, for confirmed Asthma combined with a , ~nsump tire cough, especially where the flesh lds wa sted, has long been classed among the in oureablcs. Most respectfully,yours, 11. LIGIITFOOT. I lie undersigned still continues to treat Cliro- ! ic casc s/ro/n a distance at his office,or either of •c city boarding houses, and at a distance Hough the mail or by private hand. Those ' '’ r>nt require personal attention, are treated ’ u ’ e dollars per month, those who do, at the lsu<l ,n °deiate rates. Those who are able to fay must expect to do so, without variation from r terms, unless a distinct bargain is' made, lose who are not, will be treated gratuitously. ■etlc.rs must be post-paid, and addressed f . M S.THOMSON, M. D. Macon, Ga. THE $0 UTH ER N HI USED M, VOLUME I. Hort r b . HOME.—A Ballad for Ev ery Body. BY MARTIN F. TUPPER. I foraged all over this joy-dotted earth, To pick its best nosegay of innocent inirth, — Tied up with the bands ofits wisdom and worth And lo ! its chief treasure, Its innermost pleasure, Was always at Heme. I went to the palace, and there my fair Queen On the arm of her husband did lovingly lean, And all the dear babes in their beauty were seen, In spite of the splendor, So happy and tender, For they were at Home I 1 turn'd to the cottage, and there tnv poor bind Lay sick of a fever, —all meekly resign’d, For, O ! the guid wife was so cheerful and kind, In spite of all matters, An angel in tatters, And she was at Home ! I asked a glad mother, just cotnc from the post, With a letter she kiss’d from a far away coast What heart thrilling news had rejoiced her the most, And gladness for mourning, Her boy was returning To love her—at Home ! I spoke to the soldiers, and sailors at sea, Where best in the world would they all of them be ? And hark ! how they earnestly shouted to me, With iron hearts throbbing, And choking and sobbing, O land us at Home ! I came to the desk where old Commerce grew g™y. I ask’d him what help’d him this many a day, In his old smoky room with his ledger to stay ? And it was the beauty, The comfort and the duty, That cheered him at Home ! I run to the court, where the sages of law, Were wrangling and janglingat quibble and flaw; O wondrous to ine was the strife that I saw ! But all that fierce riot Was calm’d by the quiet That blest them at Home ! I called on the school boy, poor love-stricken lad Who yearned in his loveliness, silent and sad, For the days when be should laugh and be glad With his father and mother, And sister and brother, All happy at Home ! I whisper’d tho prodigal, wanton and wild, Ilow chang’d from the heart that you had when a child, So teachable, noble, and modest, and mild ! Though sin had undone him, Thank God that 1 won him By looking at Home '. And then when he wept, and vowed better life, I hastened to snatch him from peril and strife, By finding him wisely a tenderyoung wife, — Whose love should allure him, And gently secure him A convert at Home ! So lie had raced after pleasures so fast, And still as he ran had its goal over past, Found happiness, honor, and blessing at last, In all the kind dealings, Affections and feelings, That ripen at Home I From the Youth's Mirror. How to have Good Neighbors. “So you have bought the pleasant farm where Mr. Dalton used to live ?” said Mrs. Emery to Mrs. Austin. “It is a pretty place, but, after all, I shall not envy you—for there will be the Watsons under your elbow, and worse neigh bors you never found. Watson, you know, spends all lie can get for liquor, and his wife is little better than himself; indeed, some say if she was the woman she ought to be, her hus band would be a better man. And their children —the pests of the neighborhood, brought up to idleness and mischief—they bid fair to perpetu ate their parents' character.” “Poor children !” said Mrs. A., mournfully— “what better can we expect of them, than that they perpetuate their parents’s characters, ex cept that there be redeeming influences cast around them ? Their poor mother has much to harden her heart. She was an orphan, cast out on the world in infancy. Her heart never un folded the buds of affection beneath the genial smiles of parental love. Everything in her that was good, was checked by the evil influences which surrounded her. How can we expect ono to be good and kind, who never knew what kindness was herself? We do not know, Mrs. Emery, what ice should be, if our fate had been like her’s.” “True—true,” replied Mrs. E., “but it does seem as if she might know enough to let her neighbors’ property alone ; but, you know, they say she will steal.” “She does not know that she should not steal. But you and 1 ought to thank Heaven that, strong as we think our principles to he, they have not been tried by temptations such as tier's. We do not know what it is to be hungry and cold, and see our little ones shivering around us, crying for bread, while our neighbors have enough, and to spare.” “Very well,” said Mrs. Emery, rather indig nantly’ ; “we shall see how you like to have your clothes’-linc and your fruit-trees robbed every now-and-then.” MACON, (GA.) SATURDAY MORNING, JUNE 16, 1849. “That will be very unpleasant, if it occur*,” was the quiet reply ; “but I believe society is guilty of a great deal of the mischief it suffers from such persons. They are educated in pov erty- and vice ; no smiles of love fall on their cheerless childhood ; no kind voice warns them of the evils which surround their path ; no kind hand is extended to raise them up when falling; but they are often repelled with aversion and contempt by those who profess to be Christians and philanthropists.” “You have singular notions, Mrs. Austin,” rejoined her friend. “For myself, I confess, I cannot help feeling an aversion to such people, and wish them as far off as possible.” ‘•We never had bad neighbors,” said Mrs. Austin, thoughtfully : “if this family cannot be improved, it may be very unpleasant living by them.” A few days after the above conversation, Mr. and Mrs. Austin took possession of their new home. They were bumble, unpretending peo i pie, but they were Christians, nnd they had j learned to believe it tiieir duty to imitate the ex ample of their Master. They were not among I those whose sympathies were inactive, when excited by miseries which pass before their eyes. They had entered upon a sphere which was to give trial to their patience, and an opportuni ty for the exercise oftheir Christian benevolence. As soon as they were settled, Mrs. Austin call ed upon the Watsons. It was not without a feeling of loathing that she entered that ruinous hovel ; but she was resolved to get acquainted with them, and, if possible, to do them good. The children—poor, little, dirty, half-naked things—ran away to hide, when she entered ; and Mrs. Watson, with a look of surprise, arose and offered bora broken chair. “W e have just come into the place,” said she ; “and as I am anxious to become acquainted tvitli my neighbors, I have taken the liberty to call.” “I am much obliged, said Mrs. Watson.— “People seldom take so much notice of us.’* Mrs. Austin inquired kindly respecting her health, and found that the poor woman was far from being well. The children began to creep around. She displayed a handful of apples which she took from her pocket, and they soon gathered around her. She gave each an apple, and patted their curly heads, with kind and gentle words. The little creatures looked wild ly at her, as if unable to comprehend the cause of such unwonted kindness. W hen the kind lady arose to depart, she asked Mrs. Watson to let Mary—a child of seven years accompany her home, tliatshe might send her some medicines. The child sprang forward with a cry of plea sure, and, placing her hand in that of Mrs. Aus tin, looked up affectionately in her face ; then starting back, she looked at her mother, who, she remembered, had not given her consent.— Mrs. W. told Mary she might go, but promised her a whipping if she was not back soon. Mrs. Austin took the child and departed. It was a cold day in November—and the wind flut tered poor Mary’s frock, and blew the tangled curls from her naked brow. Mrs. Austin tied her handkerchief over the child’s head. “Are not your feet cold ?’’ she asked, as she looked down, and saw that she had no shoes on. “\ es, ma am,' said Mary ; “but mother says we shall get no shoes this winter, for father spends all he can get for drink.” They reached home, and Mrs. A. found she had a pair of shoes and a shawl for little Mary, and some medicine for her mother. 1 fie child had never been so happy before as she was when *hc tripped heme that night. She' was not only delighted with the presents which she had received, but the kind words and kind looks fell like sunshine upon her heart. When Mr. Austin came home, his wife in formed him of the call she had made. “The situation of the family is truly deplora ble,” she added ; “is there nothing that we can do for them ?” “Indeed I do not know,” replied her husband. “Ifthere is, I doubt not you will think ofit.” “Watson is terribly besotted; I met hire to night, reeling home, probably to abuse his fam ily ; and yet they say, when he is sober, he is a kind-hearted, peaceable man.” “He has a good trade ; and if he could he pre vailed upon to work without drinking, he could support his family well. His poor wife seems indolent and hopeless; but, ifshe could see the prospect of better days, she would no doubt do better.” “To be sure,” replied Air. Austin, thoughtful ly, “lie has a good trade, and was once consid ered the best workman in town ; but he lias be come so intemperale, that none will employ him. I don’t know what supports his family ; they must often be in wretched destitution.” “Wretched destitution indeed 1” exclaimed his wife. “And now I think how we may help them. You know we want someone to work on the house immediately. Employ him—and perhaps by keeping him out of the way of temp tation, and giving proper oncouragemen!, we may jnducehim to break offliis brutal habits ” “That is a good idea, Jane, and I will see him to-morrow, and try to engage him.” The next morning the Watsons were not a lit tle surprised to see Air. Austin enter their dwell ing. His heart grew sick at the prospect of sin and misery around him. The shivering chil dren were eagerly pressing round a table on which there was no food except a few potatoes. The father was standing at a shelf, preparing his morning potations ; and Airs. W. with un combed hair and dirty face, stood in a menacing attitude, upbraiding him with loud and angry words. “Good morning, Air. Watson,” said he. “Good morning, sir," said the poor man, with a hiccough. I don't feci well this morning, and was about to take some bitters." “Don t tiike them—they will do you no good —and I want to talk with you about business.” Watson looked at him wilh surprise, and then pushing the glass from him, seated himself to hear what he had to say. “1 wish to hire you to work on my house,’* continued Mr. A. “We have several unfinished rooms, and ifyou will come, I will pay you at Trost s store, where you can obtain groce ries and clothes for your family.” There was something so different in the kind manner of Mr. Austin, from the rude contempt with which lie was usually treated, that he felt his heart expand—he again was a man among men. The bargain was closed—and the next morn ing, true to his promise, Watson came to his work. He commenced, but his hand was un steady, and his manner restless. Mr. Austin noticed it, and kept him engaged in cheerful conversation. Before noon he asked for cider He was told he could have none ; but Mr. Aus tin sent him a inug of hot ginger beer, which lie drank eagerly, for his thirst was intense He kept at his work, but evidently suffered much for the want of his accustomed stimulant. When night came, Mr A. took him to the store, and paid for his work in some articles ne cessary for his family ; and, with a kind and en couraging word, bade him good night. When begot home, and exhibited a large salt fish and a bag of flour, the children shouted for joy. It takes but little to make children happy. Alas, that that little should he denied them ! Mrs. Watson’s face wore an expression of pleasure quite unusual to her, while she went to prepare supper. A tear came into the father’s eye as he looked upon his half-naked children, and witnessed the joy which one day’s labor had conferred upon them. He placed Mary upon his knees, and kissed her cheek with parental kindness. His passions had been checked, his better nature was aroused, and iie sat thoughtful and silent during the evening. His past life came up be fore him. lie remembered his own neglected and hopeless childhood—for he was a drunkard’s child. He saw that the evil habits which he then contracted were working the ruin of him self and family ; and the question came home to his heart whether he should entail a like curse on his posterity, and make the little ones around him outcasts from society like himself. He resolved that for once, at least, he would not drink. He lay down on his pillow that night with a feeling of satisfaction that he had not ex perienced for years. The next day Mrs. Austin sent for little Mary to come and spend the day with her, and take care of the babe. Poor little Mary, she was not pretty ! Ilow could she be, with that cold, hun gry look, and those dirty rags about her I She was not good, for she had seen nothing but evil all her deys. The air sho breathed in the cradle was polluted with the breath of drunkenness and blasphemy; yet to Mrs. Austin she was an in teresting child, forshe was gentle and affection ate ; and her little shut-up heart seemed to open and expand, when a smile of love fell on it, as the convolvulus unfolds its blossoms to the ravs of the rising sun. Mrs. Austin washed her face and combed her hair. She had pretty yellow curls, and a very fair complexion—and the kind lady putting on her a clean apron, thought her really beautiful! The vvo-begone expression had vanished from her pale face, and her blue eyes sparkled with delight. She seemed for the first time to enjoy that buoyancy of spirit which belongs to child hood. All day long she was as busy as a bee, and when night came, and her father's work was done, she went to Mrs. Austin to have the apron taken off. • “Wouldyou like to keep it?”asked the lady. “Oil, yes, ma’am,” replied the child, a tear coming in her eye. “I should like to keep it very much, but it is not mine.” “You may keep it, then, dear, and be sure it is kept clean.” Sweet and happy were her thoughts that night, as she tripped home by her father’s side ; and when she lay down on her lone bed, a princess might have envied her the beautifnl dreamsthat filled her little bead. Thus day after day pass ed. The Work on Air. Austin’s house went on, and no less visible was the transformation that was going on among the Watsons. The child ren were comfortably clad : they prattled all day of “good Airs. Austin ;” and when their fa ther returned from his work at night, they would all run to meet him with their kisses, and tell him of their happiness. The heart of the poor drunkard was softened and strengthened— his resolution was taken—and eacli ilay's labor and joy confirmed him in his new life. Ilis wife was now all cheerfulness and love, and ra pidly regained her health. Their home soon became as neat and tidy as that of any of their neighbors ; and where before dwelt only pover ty and wretchednedness, now plenty and plea sure prevailed. Air. Austin continued to employ his neighbor until he heard of a person who required assist ance in his business. Air. A. recommended Watson as a good workman, and as a man whom he believed was wholly reformed. The bnild er was satisfied, and offered to employ him for several months. The offer was received with joy, and the re formed inebriate was again placed~</frsier-eiKHiT»r stances favorable to his good purposes; and, not long after, he was induced to join a temperance society—of which he has ever since been a res pectable member. A year had passed away since the commence ment of our story, and Airs. Emery came in to visit her friend, Airs. Austin. In the course of tho afternoon, a well-dressed and decent-looking woman came in, leading a little child. Great was the surprise of Airs. Emory, on being intro duced to this woman, to find that she was no NUMBER 29. other jhan Airs. Watson. When she arose to depart, Mrs. Austin said, “If you can spare lit tle Mary, I wish you would send her here this aflernoon : I want her to help me.” “Yes, indeed, ma'am," was the reply; “Ala ry shall come, for she is never so happy as when she is here.” When she had retired, Airs. Austin said to her friend— “ You remember your fears that we should have a great deal of trouble with these Watsons, but there is not a family in the neighborhood who have afforded us more pleasure.” “This is strange indeed ! Airs. WatsOn so changed, that I did not recognise her ! lam sure I should have known her in her former rags and dirt!” “The whole family are changed, since Wat son left off drinking. They are industrious and honest as any people among us ; but you wff! soon see little Alary, who is a most lovely child.” “But tell me what has brought this mighty change to pass ? Are you the magician whose magic wand has brought about this great revolu tion ?” “I believe there has been no magic employed,” said Airs. Austin, smiling. “We have given them little except kind words and a good deal of kind advice.” “Well,” said Airs. Emery, “you never had bad neighbors, and I don't believe you ever will have, if you have made good neighbors of the Watsons.” Complimentary. —The Cincinnati Commer cial tells a good story. It says :—“How often is it that a rosy-ehcekcd-man, who never indulges in the use of ardent spirits, is suspected of ta king a drop now and then. An occurrence which took place yesterday morning verifies this fact. “Our old friend, William Luck, was passing along Fourth Street, early after breakfast, when his progress was politely arrested by a well-, dressed, well sod gentleman, from the country, with, “ ‘Sir, can you inform me where I can pro cure a few gallons of fine old brandy ? I wish to take it out to my place for private use.' “ ‘Well, sir,’ said Air. L., ‘I am informed that Air. S., of the Bank Exchange, is aufait in those matters, and will supply you.' “So, after showing the stranger where Air. S. was to be found, continued, “‘You have the advantage of ine—l don’t know you.’ “‘Nor do I know you,’ replied the stranger ; '•but you look like a man who knows where the best brandy in town is to be found.’ “Air. L. bowed to the stranger, muttering that he did not know which excelled, the man's po liteness or his impudence.” Aloreau's Mistake., —When General Aforeat), who afterwards forsook the colors of Napoleon, and was killed lighting against iiis fonuer com mander, in Austria, was in this city, he was much courted and sought after as a lion of the first quality. On one occasion he was invited to Cambridge to attend the Commencement Exer cises. In the course ofthe day a musical soci ety ofunder graduates sang a then very popular ode, the chorus of which was “to-morrow, to morrow.’’ Aloreau, who was imperfectly ac quainted with our language, fancied that they were complimenting him, and at every recur rence ofthe burthen, which he interpreted “To aw jiciCau, tic iu»u ttiiu uuwuu grace fully to the singers’ gallery, pressing liis laced chapeau to is heart. We can easly imagine the amusement of the spectators who were in the secret, and the muttered “Sacr-r-r-res’ of the mortified Frenchman, when he discovered his mistake.— Boston Olive Branch. Absencf.—A fashionable Doctor lately in formed liis friends in a large company, that lie had been passing eight days in the country. “Yes,” said one of the party, “it has been an nounced in one of the journals.” “Ah !” said the Doctor, streching his neck very importantly, “pray in what terms?” “In what terms ? Why, as well as I can re member, in the following: ‘There were last week seventy-seven interments less than the week before.” Temperance Anecdote.—A man was taken before a magistrate for havong, while drunk, knocked down in the street a minister of religion. The prisoner was fully convicted of the offence, but by the reverend gentleman whom he had iujured, was liberated on singing the te-to-tal , pledge for a month. At the expiration of the month he called at the house of the divine, and ! being introduced, expressed his gratitude for the j effects of the pledge he had submitted to, and | concluded with expressing the utmost sorrow at not having inetand knocked down his reverence thirty years before The Remedy. —“Oh, doctor,” said an elderly lady recenrly, to Dr. H , the celebrated boncsetter, in describing the effects of a diseased spine, “I can neither lay nor set.” “I should rocomincnend, then,’’ replied he, “the propriety of roosting!" A Substitute. —A Prince laughing at one of his courtiers, whom he had employed in several embassies, told him he looked like an owl. 1 know not,’ answered the courtier, “what 1 look like ; but this I know, that I have had the honor several times to represent your majesty’s person.” Irish Apology for Being Last. —Felix Al‘Carthy, ofthe Kerrs Militia, was generally late on parade. “Ah, Felix,” said the Segcant, “you are al ways last.’’ “Be asv, Sergant Sullivan,” was his reply ; “sure someone must be last.” BOOK AND JOB PRINTING, Will be execu’cd in the most approved sty e and on the bt»t terms,at the Office ofthe SOTTTZEPsIT MUSEUM, -BY— WM. B. HARRISON. CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH. BV MRS. MARY L. GARDINER. Childhood and Youth, like the sweet flowers ofSummer, are beautiful : beautiful in their own bright forms—happy in the)r owft sweet visions. Light as the air they breathe, no cares, no anx ieties press upon them, save those which are like the still dewl of evening that fall on the blushing flowers, and pass away in the first rays of the morning sun. Childhood and Youth, like flowers, soon fads —soon CeaSe to attract, by their richness and beauty, the admiring eye. Some retain their fragrance long after their loveliest hues are fled ; while others more gaudy, more strikingly brilliant, empire as \Jiey close their bright petals, and we know them no more for ever: no per fume remaius to render their faded leaves pre cious. How necessary for the young to culti vate their minds while living among Sunshine and flower*, and derive instruction from them. As they grow in years, and enter upon the active duties of lifts, host desirable it is that they should perform their part upon its tragic stage, in such a manner as shall render them useful and res pected. They will soon be parents—soon have the care of young mortals ; surrounded by those who will look up to them for atougerhefttafid in struction. Their minds must be cultivated, if they would be happy and make others so : their hearts store-houses of intelligence, from which should emanate all that Can delight. Home must be the bright spot ; earth must know* none which can equal it It must be the resort of love of peace, of joy. Every thing depends upon the proper cultivation ofthe mind. Let the Bible be first studied : it is from this sacred fonnt the infant becomes first nourished. How the bright eyes of the listening cherubs gleam with the varied emotions of joy and grief, at the recital ofits interesting stories i Let truth be first stamped upon opening intel lect, for great is the pleasure derived from this pure fountain of enjoyment! Tho mother cati gain much by conversing with her children ; hey can pc calmed and stilled in this way, bet ter than in any other. Children become weary of their playthings, and are often irritable ; their feelings must be soothed by their mother; this is her peculiar province ; and as they grow in years she must strengthen her efforts. Home must still be the elysium of their souls. If sep arated, much still depends upon the mother; she must follow her children with her letters and her counsel. Her communications must be such as to keep alive the flame of love, and draw their minds back to the scenes oftheir childhood that, however remote they may be—in whatev er situation they may be placed—in temptation, in sickness, in health, in prosperity or adversity —like a charm, home and mother must operate upon them, and prove a talisman to guide them all in their devious ways. In affliction’s stormy hour, wiien the bright orb of day is shut from the weakened eye—when the voice of song is hushed, and the rambling among the flowers are over—when the same monotonous scene occurs from day to day, from month to month, and not unfrequently from year to year, it is then that the mind seeks relief: it wants enjoyment, for it is an active principle which will never, which can never sleep; and therefore the more intense the suffering, the more active the spirit. Nothing can chain it J it will work—it will ruminate upon the by-gone scenes of joy and grief; lights and shades pass over it. It receives consolation from its own resourses. The books studied, the lessons im parted, sermons well digested, miscellany, lyric# poetry, history, Sec , all serve to comfort and re lieve the aching mind.—Persons in distress can overcome a thousand nameless evils, by reci ting or composing ; such a train of thoughts overcomes pain and lifts the soul above earth. How necessary to enrich the mind in early life, ‘before the evil days come., It dies not with body :it runs parallel with God. It is a living undying principle, and must be enriched Here. The more it knows of God, the more it wilt be like him ; and the better prepared for sublimer enjoyments above. The soul that views God in all his works, in every tree, shrub and flower* sees him in clouds, and hears him in the wind.’ With every change, with every object,' associ ates the Deity. That soul liCes a fife trhly great, and will riso high in a purer clime, amid that bright consrellation of intellectual beings who worship continually before the throne of God and the Lamb. Let the youth attend to these things, and for a moment suspend their anxiety for the outward adornment of their per sons; and remember, a well educated mind is a jewel far more estimable in the eyes ofan intel ligent man, than the most beautiful exterior, de ficient of this treasure. It is the only source of enjoyment here, and will enhance t'heir happi ness in another and a brighter world- Superlative Unconcern. —The tranquillity and phlegm ofthe Scotch in the most extraordi nary circumstances, “brings to mind,” say# Colman, in his‘Random Records,” “the incredi ble tale of the Scotchman’s tumble from one of the loftiest houses in the old town of Edinburgh, lie slided, says the legend off the roof of a habi tation sixteen stories high ; and when midway in his descent through the air, he arrived at a lodger looking out at a window of the eighth floor, to whom (as he was an acquaintance) he observ ed, en passant, “Eh, Sanday, man, sic a fa* as 1 shall hae 1” Filial Affection.— An Irishman, swearing the peace against his three sons, thus concluded : i-The only one of my children who shows me any real filial affection, my youngest son, Larry, for he never strikes me when Im down." O’ W r hen a fool laughs at a neighbor s fault t he should havo his back turned toward a looking glass.