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r|IUE undersigned, true to Ins promise, again
l presents to the Public more data on which
they can safely base their calculations relative
to the respective merits of the depleting system
of llie disciples of Esculapius, and of that invig
orating and plilogestic one of which lie is proud
to be the advocate.
Leaving the stilts of egotism arid shafisof rid
icule for the use of those who have nothing bet
tor to stand on, and no other weapons for attack
or defence, he selects liis standing ori 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
wore grape," in the form of facts,which are evi
dently the hardest kind of arguments since they
often administer to Ins quiet amusement by the
terrible destruction they cause among the stilts
and lbs ludicrous effect they produce in causing
certain individuals to laugh,as it is expressed in
homely phrase, “on t’other side the mouth.”
'l'lie Me xicans 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 ofthe same ” ala
mode de Taylor.
After the following there will still be “a few
mote left.”
Georgia, Tones County, 1848.
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 had exhausted their
skill without rendering Iter any assistance til!
in 1844, when she was confined to her bed in a
very low condition, I got Iter 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 tho course of a short time re
stored her to permanent health. She has now
loom well about four years and rejoices in the
recovery of her long lost health
FRANCIS B. IIASCAL.
Macon. June 22d, 1848.
Bk. M. S. Thomson —Dear Sir :—Deeming it
a duty 1 owe to yourself as well as to the afflicted
generally, I have concluded to give you a short
statement of my case, which you arc ,-fl liberty to
publish if you think that the best mode of thereby
subserving the 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 1846, I ap
pliedtoyou. Between thcseattacks I had a very
severe cough, which led some ofthe physicians
to whom I applied to believe that I had consump
tion. I applied to physicians of both the Min
oral and Botanic schools, of eminent general
qualifications, hut all to no benefit, for I contin
ued to get worse, so much so that I had reduce' 1
from being a strong, fleshy man, down to a mere
skeleton and could hardly creep about.—When
I applied to you, I had hut 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 Aquil
la Phelps, in Jasper, yet they gave me confi
ueuee and by persevering in the use of your
•remedies, and as it were hoping against hope,
am much gratified in being able to announce
r <at I have got entirely well, for I have had but
on< j "Sht attack in twenty months, and that was
ei S h ‘ months ago. I have now regained about
my toriner weight, and fuel as strong as almost
•my man of fifty-one, which is my age. Without
1 isparagetnent to the character ofthe othereures
l it have so frequently resulted from your prac
t| Cl ’ r not Thinlc that any of them can heat
lls i lor confirmed Asthma combined with a
cough, especially where the flesh
c * w ®* te d) has long been classed among the in
- 14141 cs - Most respectfully,yours,
11. LIGHTFOOT.
nic Iln 'l ,,rs iguctl still continues to treat Cltro
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1 **' e '■ ia ' or I’y private hand. Those
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jan3 M S. THOMSON, M. D
Macon, Ga.
THE SOUTHERN MUSEUM.
VOLLME I.
43 o c t r g .
I.asf Wishes of a Child.
The following beautiful little poem was writ
ten by James T. Fields, for the Boston Book
for 1850. It is taken from the proof-sheets by a
correspondent of the New York Literary World :
“All the hedges are in bloom,
And the warm west wind is blowing
Let me leave this stifled room,
Let me go where flowers are growing!
Look ! my check is thin and pale,
And my pulse is very low, '■ V
Ere my sight begins to (jul,
Mother denr,you’t let aft go ?
\Y as not that the robin’s song
Piping through the rasetnent wide ?
I shall not be listening long,
Take me to the meadow side—
Bear me to the willow brook—
Let me hear the merry mill—
On the orchard I must look,
Ere my beating heart is still.
Faint and fainter grows my breath—
• Bear me quickly down the lane !
Mother dear, this chill of death—
I shall never speak again !”
Still the hedges are in bloom,
And the warm west wind is blowing ;
Still we sit in silent gloom—
O er the grave the grass is growing.
From the Message Bird.
Mosaic Notes—A M alic among tile Flowers.
BY J. H. ORTON.
The rose, the lily anti the violet, poetry
and music, and the whole range of the fine
arts and beautiful in nature, are very gen
erally ranked among things ornamental,
rather than useful; as delicious dreams,
but only dreams, nearly allied to vanity
which delighteth the eye but as unproduc
tive of any useful end. True, they toil
not, neither do they spin ; and still the
true philosophy thinke'h that she discov
ers in them golden heads of wheat, with
nourishing kernels of a pearly white.
Indeed, l have met with individuals,
who, though so constituted as to experi
ence a pleasure from sweet sounds, seem
ed half ashamed to own it; and who np
peared rather to glory in mortifying and
repressing the musical faculty within them.
These are they of the utilitarian school,
who, from false education, or unfortunate
circumstances of life, have come to consid
er everything worhless which does not go
to fill the stomach, or cloth the body, or
lay up in store, or in some way to build
up the perceptible man. Some of them
indeed make this a conscientious duty.—
Imagine the consternation of one of these,
who, by chance, falling within the influence
of the strains divine, should find, for a week
after, an invisible minstrel tenanted in his
brain, whose notes are continually ringing
in his ears, and whom he discovers it im
possible to dislodge. lie might very like
ly think that the arch enemy of man was
plying him with one of his most artful
temptations. But if so, he would do both
himself and his foe great injustice ; for the
mysterous singing within him, was but
the voice of his spirit rejoiccing over an
accidental draught from the fountain for
which it was athirst.
Nature will vindicate herself. She has
distributed the taste and faculty of music
among all the tribes of the earth ; and sav
age and civilived nations, the northern
glaciers and the torrid sierras, acknowledge
its powers and are keenly susceptible to
its influences, and in the heart of the Chris
tian, revelation elevates it to a still higher
rank, by placing it among the sacred joys
and accupations of heaven.
But more are they who contemn poetry,
forgetting that the art divine is the native
dialect of the heart, the language of the
prophets and of Cod; and failing to under
stand that it is the noblest emanation, and
the loftiest reach of the human powers.
As inspirations of the mind, poetry aud
music are substantially the same thing.
Poetry is the more comprehensive, and
to a certain extent, includes music within
itself. Both are efforts to embody great
thoughts and feelings, and to impart them
to others. Both are essentially pure.
Music, until united to words, is incapable
of suggesting a base desire : and poetry,
though often prostituted like its fellow, is
an essence equally chaste. Artistically
united, they form vehicles and supports to
each other, and possess a force capable of
arousing the du'lcst mind, of elevating the
most grovelling heart, of convulsing soci
ety, and overturning empires. In the
ttM’OAT, (GA.) SATURDAY MORXiXG, OCTOBER 20, 1819.
exercise of their appropriate offices they
console the sorrowing and the. sick, and
stimulate the zeal of the patriot, the phil
anthropist and the Christian. The mar
tyr, singing hymns as the accompaniment
and echo of his faith, perishes at the stake,
rejoicing ; while certain patrotic songs of
France and Switzerland, it is said, will
melt the embattled legions of those coun
tries into tears, and inspite them to face
with the alacrity of a lover, bayonets and
balls, horsemen and spears; and to die
with shouts of triumph on their lips.
Flowers, landscapes, the rivers,{the sacs
and the hills, the bright glories of day and
the contrasted splendors of night, the voi
ces of winds,of waterfalls, of lightnings,and
of birds and men and maidens, go to form
the poetry and music of nature; as garden
ing, architecture, eloquence, painting and
sculpture, the trained tongue of the singer,
the harp and the thousand other cunning
instruments of sound, do, the poetry and
music of art: and these, together with all
else of beauty and excellence belonging
to this garden of many thorns, which we
call the world, are types of the spirit-laud
and the spirit-life. Often nature works
in perfection, when she is inimitable ; and
again she furnishes but the germ, or the
material, to be wrought out by art; as is
the case with many plants and flowers,
and landscapes which are indebted to gar
dening and architecture for a portion of
their charms, and the singer’s cul ivated
voice. Some persons there are who seem
to appreciate and enjoy the beautiful in
nature, who would not sacrifice a dime or
and hour to expand her germs, or to fash
ion her rude materials into shapes of beau
ty. They partake of what God has spread,
but deem it waste to embellish or add to
the dishes of the feast. And some there
are who even prohibit house plants, and
shrubs and ornamental borders from their
grounds ; in their devotion to the useful,
denying to their children the luxury of
flowers, those meek eyes of day which al
ways look toward heaven ; and claim wis
dom for their efforts to cover nature with
a pall, and to root the hearts of their off
spring to the gross but productive subsan.
ces of earth.
Such minds cannot have penetrated far
into the arcana of their own hearts and
destinies. True, for the present we are
slaves to our bodies, whose wants are of
such a nature that they cannot be neglec
ted. But after all, there is the same dif
ference between those things which minis
ter to the wants of the mind, and those
which supply the wants of the body, as
there is between spirit and matter; as
there is between a gush of imperishable
joy at the heart, and adinner. Everybody
knows this, but few stop to consider it,
and less act upon it. A friend dies. We
weep over his body, but the instincts of
our nature teach us to loathe it, and to
put it out of sight. We know that he
himself is no longer there, that he has flown
away to anew existence ; and his spirit,
refined and ennobled by the nourishment
God had spread for it here, floats in light;
or having despised and neglected its prop
er food, and knowing only things of the
body, it awakes, of necessity, in an un
known wilderness of clouds, obscurity
and gloom.
The office, then, of poetry, of music,
and all the beautiful things of which the
world is full, is to refine the mind,to purify
and elevate the affections, to raise the as
pirations of the human heart, from the sen
sual and perishing, to the spiritual and
eternal.
In doing this, they have as many ways
as there are beautiful things, or combina
tions of beautiful things, in the universe ;
and sensations to be addressed. The
child, or the full grown man, is interrup
ted in a burst of passion by a gentle strain
of music. He pauses, feels intuitively
that in such a presence, anger and the
deeds of anger, are out of the place. He
feels rebuked, and against his will finds
himself soothed and his better feelings
awakened. The merest infant of a month
old, is within the reach of this calming mys
terious influence. With what delight do
little children always welcome flowers !
The first spring violet peeping beneath
the Wedge, is greeted with rapturous ac
clamations. Joy of heart always makes
us better. Anything which awakens it,
though it may not speak in words, talks to
our spirits of things beautiful and good ,
and the dumb but bright-eyed flower sur
rounded hy its little magic atmosphere of
perfume, looks up into the eye of tho child
and tells him of things which he could not
understand, were they uttered in speech ;
imprints on his heart, as with a stroke of
the printer s press, a volume of pure
thoughts, to cleanse it from the evil of the
day, and point it upward. Thus speak
the stars as they look down on us at night.
1 bus speaks the rainbow ; and the little
urchin who runs in his haste bareheaded
over the hills, as I have done, to find the
silver spoou promised by his nurse, at the
end of the brilliant arch, though he do not
gain the fable prize of the nursery,will ob
tain something better, in the joy of his
spirit as it bathes itself in the many color
ed rays, and climbs up the bow of promise
to the skies. Thus speaks poetry, even
in the simple harmony of its rhythm or
movement, before the sentiment can be
understood ; and thus speak architecture,
and all other things lovely, for such are
the language, the office and uses of the
beautiful.
But in all this there are seeds of com
fort even to the mere utilitarian, for it is
the nature of high and refined ihourdits to
reflect themselces back on the actions and
improve them. An elevated mind will
work out an elevated and productive life.
Present a pot of flowers to a dirty collage
girl. The results might be nothing for
the gross active influences around her
be altogether too strong to be affected by
the voiceless remonstrances of flowers.
Butassume tiiat her condition is favorable ;
that the worst evils herself and family
have to contend with, are poverty, ignor
ance, and filth ; and that her parents say,
yes, thank the gentlemen, and water it
and see what pretty roses you will have.
The girl enters on the culture of her
flower, and it soon becomes her pet. As
she stoops over it admiringly, it preaches
to her, and she willingly listens. It en
ters first on her homely virtue of cleanli
ness ; everything about it is puie and fra
grant, and comely, and she discovers
that she is filthy and ragged. She wash
es herself, combs out the tangles of her
hair and strives to improve the condition
ol her garments. The work of reform,
the purification both of mind and person
lias begun, by the simplest of processes
truly, but who can tell where it will end ?
Anew standard of comparison has been
introduced into the cottage girl’s mind,
and she perceives wants and devises im
provements in herself and the things aroand
her. After frequent solicitations, her fath
er consents to shut the pigs away from the
door ; and now her little pot of roses orna
meats the yard, and by its side are ranged
several broken vessels containing addition
al flowers, gifts from kind persons of the
neighborhood ; and her brothers, catching
something of her spirit, put down a num
ber of flowering shrubs and grateful ever
greens, between the now whitewashed
cottage and the whitewashed fence ; and
soon the little girl, the fairy of this improv
ing scene, is discovered with a book in her
hand, blithe as a lark, on her way to the
district school.
I need not pursue this picture farther ;
but it is the nature of good influences, as
of bad ones, to draw othets of their kifid
to their support; and it is not impossible,
nay, it is highly probable, that the effects
of this flower, like a little leaven, might
ultimately diffuse themselves through the
whole family ofthe cottage, kindling the
spark of hope anew, arousing exertion,
bringing blessed books and knowledge to
their hearth ; and with these, worldly
comfort and position, and pure and lofty
aspirations of the soul.
The spirit is the true man ; the body is
but the temporary house in which itdwells-
The house should be kept in prime condi
tion, that it may furnish a fitting abode for
its noble tenant. It should be swept and
garnished, made warm with wool and
glowing hearth-stones ; and its store
rooms should be filled ; or, according to
its site and uses, it should bo decorated
with emboweringshades, and lattice-work,
and polished rafters, and burnished knobs,
and ottomans, and flashing lights ; and
all tho warmth, and smiles, and lovely
hues, of sedate and modest summer. But
after all, the occupant should receive our
chief attention. For his uses, his grow th
and enjoyment, there are spread out in
the wide garden of Nature, in the achieve
ments of art, and the hopes and glories of
revelation, an enduring least. Suffer him
to partake, discreetly, hut freely, of his
proper food ; and do not confine him to
husks, and dismiss him hence, a dwarf, in
to the etornal spheres that are soon lo be
come his home. Feed him with knowl
edge, aye, the knowledge of the schools,
NU3IBER 47.
that he have w isdom in all things ; but re
member that much of this love will be
lost, that it will not count for education in
the spirit-land. The most learned man of
the schools, may siill fall short of the al.
phabetof the true education ; and find out
when his seventy years are done, that his
classics, his exact sciences, and even his
philosophy, for the lack of the true key,
at e all dross. It is the love of the heart,
instead of the head ; it is the education of
the feelings, the affections, instead of the
intellect, that will count for education in
the spirit-world. With the proper key in
his hand, love for that Being by whose fiat
we exist, and a just appreciation of his
attiibutes and works, the scholar may
safely and advantageously build the learn
ing ofthe head upon the higher and indis
pensable learning of the heart; and thus
he may enter the glorious regions of this
pure philosophy, whose inexhaustible
fountains contain all of knowledge that is
worth knowing, all the accumulations of
earth, and heaven, and space, save the in
ternal craft and inventions of darkness.
And here it is that poelry, music, and
the beautiful, prove their pre-eminence ;
for it is their appropriate office to minister
to this higher education of the heart. Call
a poet a madman, and the singer an idle
beater ot the air with his sounds; the one
is the star of the morning, and the other
of the night; and both of them are nearer
the angels than thou. The true artist
hath all the capacities for the craft of the
worldling, hut he may not choose to apply
them. David was the excellentsbepherd,
the sweet musician, the sublime poet, the
valiant captain, and the wise statesman ;
and he w ho lacks any of these qualities is
an imperfect man.
Light is the proper stimulant ofthe eye,
food of the stomach ; and it is the office
of the beautiful similarly to affect the mind,
to stimulate it to action, to suggest to it
excellence and wisdom. It is from such
influences that the noble thoughts and pro
jects of the world have birth ; that man
in his powers of discovery, invention and
will, and in his compassion, becomes al
most a God. The agent in producing the
effect, in originating the idea, may have
been the kindling strains of the poet or
musician, the warming suggestive faculty
of nature, a pile of architecture, a land
scape, or the ocean, an object like Niaga
ra, a painting or a piece of statuary, a
mountain or a flower; or any combination
of things, ov progressive effect of things
or events in which the idea of beauty and
perfectibility enters : for all these are con
stantly pointing us upward, and calling on
us to climb, to lift ourselves up, every day
of oui lives, higher and higher in the scale,
toward the perfection of the spirit-life.
Benevolent Wish.— Sir William Da
venant, the poet, who had no nose, was
going along, the Mews one day, a beggar
woman followed him crying, “Ah ! Hea
ven preserve your eyesight, sir; the Lord
preserve your eyesight.” “Why, good
woman,” said he, “do you pray so much
for my eyesight 1”
“Ah ! dear sir,” answered the woman,
‘‘if you should grow dim-sighted, you have
noplace to hang your spectacles on.”
A woman in London lately bit off
a large portion of the ear of another, and
swallowed it! There is no need, we
suppose—says Punch—to have her bound
over to keep the j>icce.
A Hard Match. —lt is said that a Mr.
Marble lately married a Miss Stone. The
ceremony took place in the Granite State,
and the nuptial knot was tied by the Rev.
Mr. Flint.
War and Peace. —A dramatist, speak
ing of the thinness of the house at one of
his own plays, said he supposed it was
owing to the war. “No,” replied a by
stander, “it is all owing to the piece'
Where it was. —We were standing a
day or two since at the depot, Norwalk,
Conn., when a very rosy-cheeked lady,
fresh from the Emerald Isle, came up to
the conductor, and said, ‘‘Mister, how long
before the railroad will be here 7” When
he quaintly replied, “Madam, there is one
end of it here now.”
|CP A wag was jogging home rather
late and a little happily when passing by
a dark alley, a two-fisted fellow stepped
out, and seizing him by the collar demand
ed his money. “Money !” said the wag,
“money ! I have none—but if you stop a
moment, I will give you my note at thirty
days.”
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—BY—
WM. B. HARRISON.
Answering a Fool according to his
Folly. —The American Messenger for
August has the following; During the
month of November, 1848, a Clergyman
and an atheist were in one of the night
trains between Albany and Utica. The
night being cold, the passengers gathered
as closely as possible around the stove*
The atheist was very loquacious and was
soon engaged in a controversy with the
mioisler. In answer to an inquiry of the
reverend gentleman as to what would be
man’s condition after death, the atheist re
plied : “Man is like a pig, when he dies*
that is the end of him.” As the minister
was about to reply, a red-faced Irish wo
man at the end of the car sprang up, the
natural red of her face glowing more in
tensly with passion, and the light of the
lamp shining directly upon if, and address
ing the clergyman in a voice peculiarly
startling and humorous from its impas
sioned tone and the richness of brogue,ex
claimed. “Arrah, now, will ye not let the
baste alone 1 Has he not said he’s a pig ?
And the more you pull his tail the louder
he’ll squaie !’ The effect upon all was erec.
trie; the clergyman apologized for his
forgetfulness in attempting to make any
reply to such an assertion, and the atheist
was mute the remainder of the journey.
Schoolmaster and his Scholar.—A
schoolmaster hearing one of his scholars
read, the boy when he came to the word
“honor” pronounced it full; the master
told him it should be pronounced without
r the IT, as thus, onor.
“Very well sir,” replied the lad, I wil]
remember for the future.”
“-Aye,” said the master, “always drop
the II.”
The next morning the master’s tea,
with a hot muffin, had been brought to his
desk ; but the duties of his vocation made
him wait till it was cold when addressing
the same boy, he told him to take it to tho
fire and heat it.
“Yes sir,” replied the scholar, and ta
king it to the fire, ate it. Presently tho
master called for his muffin.
“I have eat it as you bade me,” replied
the boy,
“Eat it, you scoundrel ? I bade you
take it to the fire and heat it.”
“But sir,” answered the lad, yesterday
you told me always to drop the H.”
A poor woman in one of the Mid
dle States, who lisped, carried her daugh
ter to church for baptism. Being asked
its name by the bishop, she replied, “Lu
thy, thir.” “What 1” said he. “Luthy,
thir,” said she. “Lucifer, that won’t do,”
says the bishop, and baptised the child
George Washington. The poor mother,
confounded, could not speak until near
the church door, when she told the par
son the infant was a girl !
“Hallo, steward,” exclaimed a fel
low in one of the steamboats after having
retired to his bed :
“Hallow, steward 7”
“What, massa V'
“Bring me the way-bill.”
“What for, massa V *
“I want to see if these bed-bugs put
down their names for this berth before I
did. If not, I want ’em turned out.”
JC7* A soldier on sentry duty at an en
campment, stabbed a dog with his bayo
net Which was set on him by some boys.
The owner came up, and was much vexed
to see his cur lifeless.
“Why couldn’t you have struck him
with the butt of your gun V’ said he.
“So I should,” replied the sentry, “if
the dog had run at me tail foremost.”
frj r * A Hcosicr paper thus humorous
ly enumerates polished phrases which have
superseded ancient vulgarisms: A lady
steps into a store and enquires for “hose
tighteners,” garters used to be the word,
“Caper sauce” is called “Elssler impu
dence,” and “sweet potatoes,” “dulcet
muiphies.” Raising the “Old Harry,” or
•he “Old Nick,” is more politely express
ed by “elevating the ancient Henry,” or
“exalting the venerable Nicholas.”
GP A Sharp Retort. —The following,
from an exchange paper, is the beat hit
that we have lately seen :
Two old gentlemen of our acquaintance
were complimenting each other on their
habits of temperance.
“Did you ever, neighbor,” said one, “sc®
me with more than I could carry 1"
“No, indeed,” was the reply, “not I j
but 1 have seen you when I thought you
had better have gone twice after it.”