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THE IVill be published every SATURDAY Morning, In the Two-Story lioodrn Building, at the Corner of Walnut and fifth Street, IS THE CITY OF MACON, GA. UY Witt. IS. HA It RI SO FT. TERMS. For the Paper, in advance, per annum, $2. if not paid in advance, $2 50, per annum. If not paid until tho end of the Year $3 00. Qj 3 Advertisements will be inserted at the usual rates —and when the number of insertions de sired is not specified, they will be continued uu tf? forbid and charged accordingly. O’Advertisers by the Year will be contracted with upon the most favorable terms. O’Sales 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, atThe Court House of the county in which the Property is situate. Notice ofthese Sales must he given in a public gazette sixty days previous to the day of sale. lesof Negroes by Administators, Execu tor* or Guardians, must be at Public Auction on, he first Tuesday in the month, between the legal hours of sale, before the Court House of the county where the Letters Testamentary, or Administration or Guardianship may have been granted, first giv ing notice thereoffor sixty days, in one ofthe pub lic gazettes of this State, and at the door of the Court House where such sales are to be held. O’Notice for the sale of Personal Property must ho given in like manner forty days previous to the day of sale. fj*Notice to the Debtors and Creditors oian Es tate must be published for forty days. Notice that application will be made to the Court of Ordinary for leave to sell Land or Ne groes mu3t be published in a public gazette in this rhate for four months, before any order absolute can be given by the Court. Lj'Citations for Letters of Administration on nu Estate, granted by the Court of Ordinary, must 1* published thirty days for Lettersof Dismis sion from the administration ofan Estate, monthly for six months— for Dismission from Guardian ship forty days. rJ*RuLr.s for the foreclosure of a Mortgage, must be published monthly for four months — for establishing lost Papers, for the full space of three months — for compelling Titles from Ex ecutors, Administrators or others, where a Bond hasbeen given by the deceased, the full space of three months. N. 15. All Business of this kind shall receiv prompt attention at the SOUTHERN MUSEUM Olfice, and strict care will be taken that all legal Advertisements are published according to Law. O’ 'll Letters directed to this Office or the Editor on business, must be post-paid, to in sure attention. /jD “ A LITTLE JUOKE GRAPE.” 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 k{|l( ’ Kliaes from a distance at his olfice,or either of lliro! ni V * ,oar d' n ß houses, and at a distance 1 **' e '■ ia ' or I’y private hand. Those at( - °, nt require personal attention, are treated usu-i 1° *", rs l ,er month, those who do, at the na Vm moderate n,tes - Those who are able to nuj. . ast •-‘xpeet to do so, without variation from those* r "i' S ’ ,ln ' ess a distinct bargain is made, L eli V *° are n "t’ will he treated gratuitously. cr s must be post-paid, and addressed 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.” BOOK AND JOB PRINTING, Will be executed in the most approved style and on the best terms, at the Office of the SCTJTEEPuXT MTISETTM, —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.”