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MILJ.EDGEV IDLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, JUKE 7, 1853.
[NO. 23.
tviio and what, that I began to Question
my own identity, and wonder, seriously
•William ^"IJ.?. 1 •«, bo
Smith,’ alias, ‘Cunning Will/ 1
From “The Home Mission,” by T. S. Arthur
THE EVENING PRAYER.
“our father.”
‘Our Father.” The raothe r’a voice was
Well-
i- ( fn. r . ) ^uiiunjD VV ]|| |
,t“ fo . r .by .11 of low, and lender , and aolemn.
said the stranger—‘I am 'The gleeful children wlto ran to the depot
an Agent for the Devil — I m hunting a lo- to greet their father, returned with sad
cation for h—II and am glad I’ve found a hearts and weeping eyes.
these titles, not only policeman No, 1, but
several other stars who formed a constella
tion around me, declared I was well known.
GenUe reader, do you pity me? What
could I say ? 1 he handkerchief was diawn
from ns fond r«.;n„ p | ace in bosom .
Our Father.” On two sweet voices the :
words were borne upward. It was the in- 1
nocence of reverent childhood that gave
them utterance.
“Who art in the heavens.”
“Who art in the heavens,” repeated the
Seymour ’ in the r me ’ heune de Grey | children, one with her eyes bent meekly
as hers. *She I 300 ) 1£ j ent ‘^ e ^ it; down, and the other looking upward, as if
‘lifted her out nf ^ ec .® ret * 1 ,at v,ben 1 ! s Le would penetrate the heavens into which
mted her out of the omnibus, she distinct- I her heart aspired
ly lelta tug at her walch chain,’ (it had; “Hallowed be
caught at the handle of the door) and that
on entering the omnibus, she now remem-
place where it will not be necessary to re
move the present inhabitants !’
Plunged into Eternity !
With smiles on the lip, perchance
oaths. With dreams of coraiiiiug joy—
thoughts of past pleasures. The parting
th
‘ Let us go and meet father,’ said one
little dark eyed child to another.
Mei rily laughing, hand in hand, away
they ran. The black snaky smoke of the
engine made them wild with glee—for
soon they should ‘meet father.’
count of relations.’
gard to professions,
be subject to a good hit, as any body else
And we do really think, that in regard to
the fashion of throat complaints and Eu
ropean visits, which has prevailed among
ministers of late years, that profession has
Terrible in power, the flaming demon < given occasion for a few hard rubs. Here
CLERICAL FASHIONS. J The subjoined letter, which wo ropy
It is saiJ, “ Never spoil a joke on ac j fiom a late Mobile paper, announces the
So we may say in re- j determination of Mr. Bragg, who repre
The cloth may as well scutcd that district in the last Congress, to
decline being a candidate for re election.
Wo sincerely regret this determination.
W ith that gentleman wet had of course few
political affinities, and, we are for our own
sake sony to say, a veiy limited personal
intercourse. Bui what we knew of him
Hallowed be Thy name.”
Lower fell the voices of the little ones.
In a gentle murmur they said—“Hallowed
be Thy name.”
“Thy kingdom come.”
And the burden of the prayer was still
taken up by the children—“Thy kingdom
come.”
“ Thy will be done on earth as it is done
in heaven.”
Like a low sweet echo from the land of
ne on eaith, as it
the chamber.
And the mother continued—“Give us
this day our daily bread.”
“Our daily bread” lingered a moment
on the air, as the mother’s voice was hush-
promise of 8norte d. and puffed, and shot into the datk J is one that will make even a minister shake vva3 sufficient to inspire us with esteem for
station house. Happy children, how they j his sober sides. It is an extract from one his character as a high-minded and honora
ble gentleman. As an incident of his pub
lic seivice, the reader can hardly fail to re
member the generous pait which he look,
kiss, the clasped hands,
meeting soon ! station house. Happy children, how they j his sober sides. It is an extract from one
God of mercy, that meeting ! In the ran chatting along, peeping into every \ of the “Scientific Discourses by Professor
gloom of a great charnel-house, through man 'y face. j Caesar Hannibal,” collected from the New
whose dusk glares death in horrible There is father ! J York Picayune, .and recently published by
1,0Vi: IN AN O tlNIiiri.
by CHARLES G. HALPINE.
1 stepped into a Broadway stage and en-
sconsed myself in a corner next the door.
The place like others of more importance, :
bad its convenience and discomforts—its
convenience of ft ee air and ready egress,
when I wanted to leave—the discomforts of,
bered my having attempted to draw off her
nngs.’ (Oh, faithless Catherine! could
you so mistake the pressures of respect and
admiration, for the touch of a felon endeav-
ing to filch a trinket ?
In vain did I protest my innocence, and
appeal to my pocket book for corroboration,
An order on my banker for three hundred , a 1UW sweet ecnc
one nfT' deC n r - e r a ‘ g T* for B er T>’ by ; angels--“Thy will be do
lhe weH-mformed stars. ‘It was is done in heaver.,” filled
just tne hcstrmlie,’said the ruffian, ‘of the ' '
one he found on ‘Yellow Jim,’ afore he
went to Sing-Sing, last year.’ A fifty dol
lar note in my port-monnaie was said to be c a „, oa u
identical with one stolen from a bed-room ed into silence,
in the Astor House the night before ; and
alter due examination it became evident to
the crowd that one of the most notoiious,
cunning and despetate rascals in lire world
then stood before them.
A phienolygist delivered an extempore
discourse upon the prominence of my ac
cumulative and secretive organs. ‘Never,’
said the craniologist, 'did I see a head more
illustrative of the truth of my theory. The
moral organs ate depressed, and all the bad
passions, unchecked by intellect, riot in bis
repulsive features !’
Ye gods! must l bear this? ‘Confu-
shapes. A wailing and weeping for wives No—list! their little faces grow solemn,
and husbands and sweet littie children Whose long, black coffin ? Slowly it is
whose piping voices will never more make borne by. Curious questions are asked—a .
music in happy households. i name is spoken by uncautious lips. 1
Plunged into eternity ! Justin? and I Hearts chill now that never chilled be- '
merry laughter—glimpses of green fields fore, at the shriek nf those child voices.— 1
as the friend of Vice President King, in
the controversy which arose in the Senate,
towards the close of the late session, in re
spect to the circumstances of the ralifica-
having one’s toes trodden into pulp by who-1 JugVcotRuffi ^ ' 1 l ° *
ev ei passed in or out the conveyance.
“And forgive us our debts, as we also
forgive our debtots.”
The eyes of the children had drooped
for a moment. But they were uplifted
again as they prayed—“And forgive us our
debts as we also forgive our debtors.”
“And lead us not into temptation; but
deliver us from evil. For Thine is the
kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for
ever. Amen.”
and calm rivets—over all the bright bend
ing sunshine—the blue, smiling sky—a
crash ! a smothered shriek—the dull plash
of waters—no leave taking—no kisses—
no sweet words of rememberance for those
at home—a seeming eternity of physical
3gony—death-disfiguiement.
i here they lie, huddled together, the
babe with its dead blue eyes upon upon a
cold, dead breast. The maid, with her
jetty tresses clinging to a face of marble
beauty. The man of high health, with the
promise of green old age in his lusty vigor
—every sinew bulging and blue with the
short, sharp conflict.
Lives there one being on eatth who J ustlce
would not breathe his last amid the tender
associations of home—sweet home 1 Who 1 UNCLE TOM.
would not fold his chill robes round him ! Since Mrs. Stowe introduced
Ho’v white and solemn those little upturn
ed faces bathed in tears.
’ It is father’s coffin—oh ! father is killed
—father is killed.’
To the fond mother they bear these cruel
tidings. And heavy wheels stop by the
door; and heavy steps bear a buiden un
der the portals—and her husband is at
home.
Here is woe, measureless—grief, pen
cannot picture. The stranger meddleth not
with such. But oh ! if in his ear whose
rashness did the deed, groans of all those
desolate ones might ring Jor ever, yet
would retribution seem far, far short for
\Olive Branch.
Messrs. Stringer and Townsend. Th
Professor remarks :
“I is afraid I is gwine to lebe you fur a
promiscuous time. It hab always bin fash
ionable for congregashuns to send dere ; tlon of the Clayton and Bulwer Tteaty.
shepherds to Europe vvheoeber dey git de . 1 here is one sentence in the letter of
brown critters in de froat, or cullinary con- j l ^' s gentleman which, when taken in con-
sumpshun on de brownkill chubes ob de j n ^ x * on with the recent disclosures of Mr.
lungs. Now my throat hsb bin so soro ob j ^ enable, Mr. Baily, and other membeis on
late, dat it wus wid de tilmoss difficulty j ^Le ffoor of the House of Representatives
dat I cood speak de truffi Some ob my I 33 *Le mode of transacting public busi-
influenza frens fxndin dis fact to be de 1 ,iess ><> that body, cannot fail to produce a
casein my lectures ob late, hah kinder i painful impression upon the minds of those
clubed togedder, and formed ilemocfb into j readers who place a proper estimate upon
a kornmittee on de hole, to send me off on j [ Le observance of propriety, order and de-
a see-vvoyage. 1 took a see-voyage to ‘Bo- j corum in the National Councils. We could
huckert, but it didn’t do me no good, so heartily wish that there were no ground
dey hab’eluded to send me oft’ far ’nuflY fo r Die reflections of Mr. B. and other Mem-
whar I can pick up a little.” | Lers of the House of Representatives on
This is an excellent likeness, and as it l ^*' 3 subject.—National Intelligencer.
may not be known to a certainty which of|
the family sat for it, we are afraid that
there may be some quarrelling among the;
brotherhood, fur the identity and owner
ship. But rather than there should be any
her new 1
with loving glances bent on his—household uncle to the public, Uncle Tom is about all ,
voices that have breathed glad music, lin- vve can hear. “Uncle Sam” used to be
All these holy words were said, piously 1 8 erin « on his dulI « cold car—and hands j thought of considerable importance, but; — turner picture, inougn it ue rrom . duced to fore y repeatedly expressed
and fervently, bv the little ones, as they 1 tiat . hav <; ministered so beautifully in life, now his “nose is entirely out of joint,' for j some other point of view. determination not 'to become
knelt with clasped bands beside their mo-i closing the dim eyes I i Uncle Tom has cast a deep shade over him. ; ^ It is said that we ^may as well beout of j didate for c
— ' But the peril by sea and by land life, And this new-found uncle has become all
in the cruel will of one who fears neither at once so great a man, and so universally
F.-um the Mobile (Ala.) Register.
LETTER FROM THE HON. JOHN BRAGG.
Lowndes County, May 1, 1S53.
i j j . i Dear Sir: I received yesterday
hard words, or striking arguments used in vm .,_ ,r, & o-.i ■■ ,
,l„ . , , * . ,, ... youts ol the 6/th ultimo, lnqninngwheth-
the struggle, we hope the “Professor will r j ■ , J . s , , , .
„ 7, ■ . , . . c er > under any circumstances, 1 could be in
take another picture, though it be from
ther. Then, as their thoughts, uplifted on
the wings of prayer to their Heavenly Fa-'
ther, came back again and rested on their!
rails, madmen, perjurers !
You shall pay dear for this. I will revenge earthly patents, a warmer love came gush-
lt to the death—to the death—through life ing from their hearts,
urdo death ^ Pure kisses—tender embraces—the fond
He s obstropalous,’ 1 om,’ said a grog-| “good night.” What a sweet agitation
dossomed constable. 'Had’nt we better pervaded all their feelings ! Then two
put on the irons 1 I’ve a pair that’ll fit him, J dear heads were placed side by side on the'
I know ; the same he wore when we caught snowy pillow, the mother’s last kiss given,
the cloth from Mulberry and the shadow} curtains drawn.
the expense of an immaculate shirt collar, , nnfi j an , , , | What a pulseless stillness reigns through
, . 1 . , l , I Ire confidence and cool assurance of th
1 had no option but to look at her—and 1 did j ast
look.
We pulled up at Union Square, to take
in a singularly pretty traveler. Pretty ?—
1 think she was ! Never did I touch a
softer hand than hers, as 1 helped her in.—
Kever did eyes of more maiden-like lustre
thank me for the trivial courtesy.
She sat in the corner opposite mitre ; so b j m cairyin .
that without wrenching round my head at s t ree t > J
fears neither at once so great a man
God nor man—the awful ‘chasm where admired, and even adored, that we almost
death leaps exultant—the wild horror that regret we are not; numbered among hisle-
locks up all sense but that of agonized feel- gitimate nephews. Wouldn’t we feel
ing—from such may the Father of mercy proud Jo say he is our Uncle Tom.
spare us. What a lucky circumstance, loo, it was
Plunged into Eternity ! By the hearts that the dear old Uncle had a Bible ! In
this day broken and bleeding, and in the | speaking of his "Cabin,” the New Orleans
name of outraged love and desolate wives , Chiistian Advocate says :
and mothers, we ask when will justice be i “Whatever be the opinion on slavery, it
the world, as out of the fashion. So we
suppose that “ Professor Hannibal” will
not be the last divine, who will be so
troubled with “brown critters,” as to need
a visit to foreign lands for a cure. The
fact is, vve have quite a tickling in our
own “froat” about this lime. But we
have not yet concluded which steamer vve
shall take passage in.
again a can-
ongress.
I have received similar letters from oth
er friends in the district, to all of which I
| have replied, as 1 now reply to you, that it
is my desire not to considered a candidate
i for re-election.
I do not ktroA/ that it is necessary for me
to assign reasons for my course. 1 may
say, however, that in addition to conside-
l rations ati>ing out of my private affairs, no
done'?
[Olive-Branch.
itusbusorn; she was the lily of the omni
Lus—of the valley—I mean ; and, as she
sat smiling before me, 1 blessed eve>y jolt
ul the carriage for permitting my knees to
touch even the hem of her garment.
Lei it not be disguised in any vain pre-
rable. 1 was in love—in love at first sight
-and my whole frame quivered with cur
rents of the newly begot electricity.
She smiled on me, and this was enough
to intoxicate. No words could describe
i emotion, so novel, so entrancing, so
joyfully delirious and dreamful was that i ide
the clattering omnibus.
Drawing out a purse of silver net-work,
he dropped her handkerchief—was it not
A long, passionate gaze, told me that she 1
was but eighteen, very elegantly dressed, •
comely and good-natured looking. Yes,
comely beyond common comeliness; and’
gentle-spirited exceedingly. Had she not;
been so. she must have resented my scruti
ny. But she smiled. Ob, heavens ! what
teeth ! what, a blossom of the cactus on her ’
cheek! what a depth of mystic loveliness
in her latge, luxurious, almond-shaped blue
eyes!
Her hair was not curled, nor plain, but (
billowy ; as if a fountain of golden amber
bad played upon her head and clothed it
in bright ripples. Her dress was neat and
fashionable, though of simple materials ; its
great charm was the peifect cleanliness and
purity which it evinced. She looked a
out the chamber! Inwardly the parents’
it asset lion staggered me. YV as I awake,; listening ears are bent. They have given
ot in a dream ? Was I mad, or in my t these innoceut one9 into the keeping of
senses ? Was I a gentleman, or a pick- God’s angels, and they can almost hear the
pocket ? Were my features handsome, or; rustle of their garments as they gather a- ,
so repulsive as to convict me on suspicion round their sleeping babes. A sigh, deep
of every crime ! and tremulous, breaks on the air. Quickly
Reason staggered on her throne : the the mother turns to the father of her chil-
world swam round in a horrible delirium ; dren, with a look of earnest inquiry on her
devils, all manacled and dressed in prison countenance. And he answers thus her si
garments, danced before my disordered lent question.
vision; the steeple of Trinity turned into; ‘‘Far back, through many years, have
a gallows; the familiar Custom house ap— : my thoughts been wandering. At my mo
peared what it is really like—a jail. Fite-! ther’s knee thus said ! nightly', in child
brands and furies ? what an awakening is hood, my evening prayer. It was that best
this from my dream of love at first sight ! . and holiest of all prayers, “Our Father,” 1
1 urning to make an appeal to the lady— that she taught me. Childhood and my
the cause of ali my misery—guess my as— mother passed away. 1 went forth a3 a <
tonishment, my delight lo see her leaning man into tire world, strong, confident, and
familiarly on the arm of my friend, Frank self-seeking. Once I came into great
NO GOD.”
FROM THE 0I.IVE BRANCH.
T , on e can be better satisfied than I am that
.... . , . Luther threw Ins inkstand at the Devil,’; as things are now conducted in the House
| will be acknowledged this work has done sarth history. I he reformer was a man of Representatives. 1 am as little su t^d to
one good in France, viz : it has awakened of true moral heroism, and boldly encoutt- that body as ’hat bodv is to me
' : “ ^° ;r ~ r ’’“ tered a ny enemy. He was a man of iron During my brief leim of service in Con-
nerve and indomitable will. No difficulties aress without any attempt at display or
‘ This Day year,’ said Frank Alley,
shall be a happy man.’
As the wind lifted his brown curls from a
brow,of peifect moulding I thought I never
gized upon a prouder, blighter, more
beaming face.
‘ I have seen Paris, and my future wife ;’
he added laughingly ; ‘two etas from which
one may fairly date his existence. One
year from to-night, I promise to show you
n many minds a desire to read the Bible,
i Colporteurs have reported lately, that the
; question has been put to them, whether
the Bibles were the same as Uucle Tom’s ;
j ; and when the affirmative answer has been
made, the Bible has been bought at once.”
So after all, it seems to be an ill wind
that blows nobody good. We are glad
that Ftenchmen are desirous of looking in
to the Bible, even if it does read like Uncle
Tom’s. But it seems that while Mrs.
Stowe’s “Cabin” is making Biblical stu
dents of the French, and even Southerners
| are rejoicing in such a result, some friends
-j. i i • i grCSS, Tiuiiuui. uujr auciiJLH ai uiamay wi
otscouraged him-no dangers appalled atiy effort to gain notoriety, 1 have endea-
him. I he rack and the axe frowned at vored faithfully and efficiently to discharge
oi ms, but he ueclared his determination m y duty to m y constituents. Looking, too,
to go there though there should be as beyond my immediate district, whenever a
many devils as tiles on the roofs of the proper occasion was presented, I have been
houses. With a grant arm and a spirit e ver ready to maintain the horror and dig-
wh.ch never knew defeat, he encountered n ity of the State, and protect the fame and
the overshadowing iniquity of papal des- character of her distinguished sons. That
pot.sm and shook.t to the foundations. my efforts have been not altogether unap-
YVe love that free, bold, never-say-die, predated, i 3 evinced by the manifest indi
indomitable spirit. x here is a moral cations of public feeling that every where
gtan eut in its exhibitions. It bears it- m eet me, and for which, as I always shall
self so gallantly in the contest and wears be for lhe very generous support given me
so haul a ciest. Enemies even, send up in lhe last election, I am profoundly grale-
a cheer as ihat plume comes tossing into f ub
the field. There is something in it that
Seymour ! The name on the handkerchief
rose-bud with the May morn dew still fresh _f he resemblance of features-the evident
familiarity of their manner! Thank Heaven!
she was his sister !
‘Frank !’ I cried, in despairing accents,
as the policemen were about hurrying me
off—‘Frank ! for God sake, come and clear
up this hateful mystery !’
He ran towards me and caught my hand;
temptation. Had 1 fallen in that tempta
tion, I would have fallen, I sadly fear, ne
ver lo have risen again. The struggle in
my mind went on for hours. 1 was about
yielding. All the barriers I could oppose
to the in lushing flood, seemed just ready
to give way, when, as I sat in my room one
evening, there came from an adjoining
chamber, now first occupied for many
as fine a house and as beautiful a bride, as of 1 ' ,r3 ' Stowe, at the North, are not very
any other man in this fair country.’ ’ favorably impressed with her wonderful
‘ God willing !’ j work. The New York Obseiver, the lead-
Frank Alley turned with a toss of his in § '> r g a “ the religious denomination to
proud head, and bant his flashing eye on wl) ich that lady belongs, closes its review
the pale speaker. j of her novel in the following words :
"Myself willing !’ he exclaimed, with “The work is, to say the least of it, a
agry emphasis.— ‘I know no God l’ ’ smutty story ; quite too familiar with the j. and steady lip it plunges into the ranks
There was a look of almost mortal au . kitchen and the parlor of the debauchee, [ and cuts to the right and left. If it falls,
guish on that white face, a3 the younger and l * ie numerous yellow mistresses, who I it falls with its feet to the foe, and that
brother turned from the group. He heard have the honor of presiding in their mid- j foe has a genetous tear for the fallen, for best ln have this letter published in th
not Frank’s impious wager, with his gay night scenes of corruption.” ! the brave love the brave. Once convinc-
friend, that if he failed^to’ appear on lhe | Another paper says : • ed of the right and enlisted in its defence,
commands respect,
against it. It may
violent foemen. But with
The odds may be
go beleaguered by
kindling eye
the policeman grasped me wkh less pain-; weeks, the murmur of low voices. I lis-
ful rigor; the lady hurried forward with a tened. At first, no articulate sound was
thousand tears and apologies, and the phre- heard, and yet something in the tones stirr-
nologist made off at the topmost speed of ed my heart with new and stiange emo-
his long legs—well for him that he did so ! ; lions. At length thete came lo my ears, in
A swoon relieved the accumulated an—' the earnest loving voice of a woman, the
guish of my heart; and when I awoke, i»! words—“Deliver us from evil.” For an
was in an apothecary’s shop, close by the instant, it seemed to me as if the voice
scene of my calamity. Calhetine (misjudg- i were that of my mother. Back, with a
Another paper says :
very night designated, in ltith health, and j “We have always considered it a very
with his young Patisian wife, he was to j doubtful book, disgiaceful to its author,
forfeit fifty thousand dollats ! ! and a libel upon the country.”
As I observe that the delegations from
several counties in the district to the nomi
nating convention have been peremptorily
instructed to vote for my renomination,
notwithstanding 1 have taken much pains
to have it understood I desired to with-
draw from public life, perhaps it would he
newspapers.
Alas ! poor Alley, the model of every- 1 Doctors disagree, it appears. So we
thing in man generous, heroic, and princely, j will Dot undertake to settle the grave ques-
had returned from his European tour—au j lions involved. But with all our philoso-
atheist. I phy, we cannot help smiling at the ivonder-
‘ I know no God.' ^ ful popularity of Mrs. Stowe’s uncle.
Night after night I woke up with that j
frightful sentence ringing io my ears. The EDITORS.
tn.tiona.ll S.he pretended not to per- ing maid !) was chafing my temples with sudden bound through all the intervening j sneer that darkened Alley’s handsome face ! An Editor cannotstep without hetreads on
reive it—the case was plain ; and the con- Rau de Cologne, while Frank was pouring years, went my thoughts: and, a child in l ^ e 9lorm y Late of fiend, seemed to somebody’s toes. If he expresses his opin—
brandy dow'tt my throat, | heart again, 1 was kneeling at my mother’s
I We called a carriage and drove to Wall | knee. Humbly and reverently I said over
street, where I was in lime for my appoint- the words of the holy prayer she had taught
merit—the whole suspicion, arrest and dis- me, heart and eyes uplifted to heaven.—
covery having taken place in less than ten ! The hour and the power of darkness had
minutes, though it seemed to me an age of! passed
elusion, viz : that she wished me to retain
lhe cambric as a souvenir, or pi gnus amoris j
-palpable. Perhaps she went farther
might not her name and address be inscrib
ed on a corner of the mouchoir de pouch ?
Of course it might--it was! She wished
®e to call—to become intimate with her
to love, to marry her ! Great Heavens !
’that ecstacy of bliss !
Not a moment w r as lo be lost. I dropped
m )’ cana to conceal the true motive of
ooping from the other passengers ; seized
embroidered muslin, and buried it be
tween my waistcoaL and my heart.
Still she did not, or ptetended site did
fet.see me. YVe were now nearing Trin-
)’Church, and as 1 had a pressing engage-
ffi ent in Wall 9treet, I must quit the ark in
WhcI. my dove would be borne away to
another nest. But how could 1 leave with
assuting her that her beauty had made
;tsdue impression ? 1 could not follow her
t '®e, as my engagement admitted no de-
la l- Happy thought—the handkerchief!
pulled the check string, gave a quarter
the driver keep the change. Justj
nad stepped out, and was closing the j
^or with one hand,with the other I parlial-
Jwithdrew the handkerchief ftom my bo- ;
5;i ®iSu that she might see how fondly her!
I® was treasuted.
Heavens!’ she screamed.
Las my absence, then, too much for
rr! Perish the engagement ! 1 will re—
l urnand see her home. Poor giil, what a i
,,( >lence of love my appearance has in—
‘Pired!
J^uch were my thoughts. Meantime the
, aia en screamed and screamed more vio-
float palpabley before me in the darkness, lion fearlessly and frankiy, he
and presumpluos. If he states facts with
it counts no odds. Expediency or policy
are not in its vocabulary. It does not stop
lo ask what this ot that man, or class of
men, wiil think or say. ‘Is it right?”—
That question once detet mined, there is
but one course. There is no deviation.—
From its own warm throbbing heart, the
spark is struck out and others grow warm
in its light until a band of moral heroes
swarm at the breach of error and enter
over its ciumbling ruins.
Give us the men of bold, unhesitating
is arrogant acti °»- They say less words, but do more
! deeds.
Very truly, yours,
J. BRAGG.
Daniel Chandler, Esq., Mobile.
■Cayuga Chief
‘ A note of invitation
bridal ; I shall go !’
Vari colored lights
to
Frank Alley’s out any comments, he dare not avow his
; sentiments. If he conscientiously refuse to
bLzed along the ! advocate the claims of an individual to
suffering. Thence, we crossed to Brook
lyn, and 1 was formally introduced to my
fair accuser, who has since endeavored to
make up by more than common kindness
ad. I was no longer standing in slip-, 3venuo fronting the princely mansion, and | office, he is accused of personal hostility; I acTet j l UIjat i Ci ^
places, with a flood of waters ready 1 trough the old trees whose branches the j A jackanape, who measures off words into j be j t j r) the room
veep me to destruction; but my feet south wind stirred not, rang strains cf rerses, a3 a clerk does tape, by the yard, er ’i unaUCt wbo>
pery
to 9wee
wete on a rock. My mother’s pious care
had saved her son. In the holy words she
for the pain she inflicted on her devoted taught me in childhood, was a living power
friend. j to resist evil iht ougli all my afterlife.—
The engraver has an order for a double : Ah ! that unknown mother, a3 she taught
set of enameled cards. Catherine is busy | her child to repeat his evening prayer, how ‘
with dressmakers and milliners; I have: little dreamed she that the holy words
grown tired of my hotel, and taken a pret- were to reach a strar.get’s ears, and save
ty house furnished with everything—except him, through memories of his own child
hood, and his own mother ! And yet it
was so. YVhat a power there is in God’s
Word, a9 it flows into and rests in the
minds of innocent children !
Tears were in the eyes of the wife and
mother, as she lifted her face, and gazed
with a subdued tenderness upon the coun-!
tenance of her husband. Her heart was
too full for utterance. A little whiie she
thus gazed, and then, with a trembling joy,
laid her head upon his bosom. Angels !
were in the chamber where their dear ones
slept, and they felt their holy presence.
inspiring melody.
The bride was more love than Frank
had pictured her. Her robes were almost
royai in their shining and costly beaulv.—
hands him a parcel of stuff that jingles like
a handful of rusty nails and a gimlet, and if
the editors be not fool enough to print the
nonsense—‘ Stop my paper ; 1 won’t pat
a mistress.
“Out of evil spriD^etli good,
And from decay the myrtle wood;
Jn deep disguise the Love-god came
And touched them witli a mutual flame.”
Mrs. Partington at the Opera.
YVe were surprised, at the opera last eve
ning, by having a hand placed upon our
shoulder. It was a gentle touch; altogeth
er unlike certain other touches on the
shoulder that delinquent men so much
dread. It came at a time when vve were
all absorbed by the melody of the charm
ing Sontog. and were provoked at the in
trusion. “Will you be kind enough to
A rich veil fell half way from her tresses ronise a man that’s no better judge of poet-
of gold. The orange wreath, braided with ry.’ One grumbles because lhe advertise-
jewels, gave a beautiful lusture to her ments engross’ too much room, another
white, happy brow. But when sire looked j complains that the paper is too large, he
up with such childish confidence in those can’t find time to read it all. One wants
deep, loving eyes—trusting so wholly in the type so small that a Microscope would
the man who 'knew no God,’—horror thrill- ! be indispensable in every family ; another j
ed my veins. j threatens to discontinue the paper unless
1 Won my wager !’ exclaimed Frank [ the letters are half an inch long. One old I
exultingly,when the guests were departing. ! lady actually offered to give an additional'
‘ You might as well transfix lightning, as i price for a paper that should be printed
tie my mind down to those old, orthodox ! with such types as are used for a handbill. !
notions. Here you see I am in my own ! In fact, every subscriber has apian of his !
house-yonder is my wife. My will would own for conducting a journal and the labor i
have it so, and 1 tell you there is no God 1 of Sisyphus was recreation when compared
but will. Come over and help me dr ink 1 with an editor who undertakes to please all
my first bottle in a social way,
Bring
Mary, and we’ll compare btides. French j Getting Drunk Like Christians.—
beauties are quiet dissimilar, you, know ;’ | Bryant, the poet, now travelling in Europe,
and bidding his friend good bye, Frank in a letter dated at Symyrua, writes :
vanished. j ‘Inthebehaviorofthepeopleofthiscoun-
I heard his merry laugh as I left, mingling ; try towards the Franks, a great change
with the silvery strains of Von Auber’s . has taken place within a few years. The
last waltz. I was about retiring, when the j ancient bigotry of the Moslems is fast re- i
startling shout of ‘ fire !’ fire !’ broke the i laxing. Not only do the Turks get drunk
stillness ot night. i like Christians, of which I was sorry to see ^
I sprang to the window. The whole; some examples on board the Austrian!
heavens were kindled to flame. On, on 'steamer that brought me hither from Bey- i
.l~ red light, till every object seem-i root, hut they submit to contact with the
ie j%-she was in hysterics—she had faint-
" | leaped into the carriage, and telling
jF &| iceroan who bad just come up to run
! r . a doctor, I attempted to lift her tender-
!? l ° l he open air.
•° sooner had she touched the pavement
; °P e ned her eyes, than, seeing herself
‘“J arrri3 . she shrieked mure loudly than
dearest!’ I cried; ‘I am with
• > 1 wilt s ee y OU home ; 1 swear I shall
t r eava you. Do tranquilize yourself!’
l 0 j ar ra m obeying me, she put her band
ar bosom and fairly rent the air with j
jjjUtimaidenlike cries.
" alc ^ • m y purse ? Oh, save me
0,le from this wretch ! He has sto
Sl! b,e ®st as
An Infernal Retort.—Somebody, to
the writer of this unknown, tells a joke j
lend me your observatory?” asked a voice tbat ma y fie worth printing, even aftei
that we thought we remembered. Look- mak , ng a reasonable deduction for the!
ing round, “Great heavens!” we cried, risk 0 f lt3 be i r) g 0 ld.
“Mrs. Partington!” It was, indeed, that j n a s ma!l town in one of the counties of
estimable dame, but ye: it was not; for the Ohio a stranger rode up to the door of a
black bonnet had disappeared, and a new . tavern and having dismounted, ordered a j
rigolelle adorned her venerable poll, be-1 sla [] anc j oa * s f or his horse. A crowd of
neath which every sprig of wavy grey was ] oa f ers —that clas3 of independent citizens : rolled the
Singular Tradegy, at Sommerville, Mass.
On YVednesday, at lhe Lunatic Asylum,
in Sommerville, Mass,, Mrs. Strong, an
was found dead beside a
of Mrs. Jameson, arioth-
at the time of the dis
covery, was kneeling on the bed in tire
altitude of prayer. Mr*. Jameson, on
being questioned as to the death of Mrs.
Strong, gave the following account :
“I heard Mrs Strong asking for light—
litis was her constant habit—it occurred
to me that the Lord had delivered her
into my hands, and that if there was any
more light in the other world, she should
9ee it. She had been plaguing me for
many months wuth this inquiry, and now
one ol the attendants being gone out, and
the other preparing dinner, I determined
to be rid of the annoyance. 1 according
ly slipped into the gallery and invited
Mrs. S. into roy room. She came with
me willingly ; she had on two caps. 1 \
took them off and tied them round her
neck ; the strings broke. She stood still,
close to me, making no resistance, so I
knew the Lord had given her to me ; I i
then put my hands around her throat and
choked her. I then laid her down on the
floor softly, so as to make no noise, and j ed §10 ; but I did not expect you would cut
took off one of my stockings and put it me; but here is S20, and when we next meet,
around her neck, pulling it as hard as I let L be as old friends.’
could—but it was no use, she was already : m
dead ; I felt her pulse, and I knew it.— j An Irishman having aceiden ly broken a pane
YY’hile 1 was doing this 1 said my prayers, I in a window of a house in Broadway, attempted,
and thanked the Lord that He had per- ! 33 fa8 > 33 Le could, to get ou: of 'he *ay ; but
The Weather—Continues in this^pait
of the State dry and parching, 3nd we hear
out one complaint from the planters.
Their crops are backward and unpromis
ing. The nights, too, are delightfully cool —
enough so to make thick clothing neces
sary to comfort. This sort of cold, dry
weather is of course against everything in
the shape of cotton.
Our Wakulia friends are to be envied.
We learn that pot lions of that county have
been refreshed by copious showers. Hap
py, happy YVakul ians.
Oh ! for rain, rain in Leon—rain in Tal
lahassee.
P. S.— We. have since heard that a hea
vy, washing rain passed over a part of Jef
ferson on Wednesday last doing great dam
age to the growing crops.—Floridian, 28th
May.
Dr. Johnson once dined with a Scottish
lady who had hotch potclr fordinn r After
the doctor tasted it, she asked him if it was
good ?
It is good for hogs, ma’am,’ said the
Doctor.
‘ Then pray,’ said the lady, Met me help
you to a little more.’
THE LATE ROBERT G. SHAW' OF BOSTON.
A thousand anecdotes of this ooted man are
current. The Boston Cez^tre gives a couple :
A young merchant once waiied upon him
when money was worth 3 per cent, a mootb,
and asked him to discount paper to the amount
ol §6.000 stating at the same lime that it was
a case of necessity. Mr. Shaw at once dis
counted the notes, aod refused to receive a cent
more than the legal interest, Mr. Shaw once
loaned a poor man SlO. The Dext time the
recipient of rhe loan met him, he rather avoid
ed bin, ’How is this ?’ said Mr. Shaw, •! loan -
• - — .. , * - — w «■*** J J^^°^ lli ~ i * LAicjr DUWUJU tu LUUUH.L Willi IIIC
securely tucked. But the smile was there,, who are never equal to decent men except e d dyed in blood, for awhile it hung with ! Christians, and do not think themselves, as
as warm as a June morning at nine o’clock ! on e l ecl ion day—swarmed about the bar a quivering glow, as if its heated wings
She repeated the request to use the peail room door and steps, waiting to he invited ( were tiled, then faded and sunk with fit-
| ful flashes into gloom again.
daylight
ence that
once they did, contaminated by it; and they
suffer our presence in their most holy p!a
ces.
REMEMBER.
Every loathsome inmate of
y Watch ! my purse ?
0lle Dom this wretch .
;°y P° c ket handkerchief ; I saw
itr e 83 Le left the omnibus
Oh,
( he left the
f 'save me !—save—’
Qoze" a9an unex P ected turn of affairs,
h; 6tout Lands grasped my collar.—
lew ^' Ceman assured the crowd ‘that he
^'•o If j Wel - ’ lnat ^ Was an atate-
i.roj a r ’ lrie H about six years since for
Grimes,’ and only
: Jijy e c ° u QLree weeks ago.’ In short,
50 C1 *cumstantial an account of my
/pose I shall have to digest it to my sight, j fpquire of the traveler what occupation he
for "my pour visionary orgies are giving followed ; lo which the latter replied that
out ” She levelled both barrels at the j fo 3 business was secret for the present, but
singers at once, and brought them down to ; tbat h e would probably make it known be
lter, and Pozzolini directed three succes
sive appeals to her tenderness. “It ain’t
no use,” she said, as she handed us Lhe
glass, “I can’t understand better with that
— 1 should have bought one of the lab’ra
lories at the door.” She beat time grace
fully to the music for a while upon the co
ver of her snuffbox, and then went out-
like an exhausted candle, to try and light
on Ike, who was trading for a jackmfe with
another boy on the gallery stairs.—Boston
Post- - - , -
A farmer, when flagellating two o is
unruly hoys, was asked what he was doing.
•Thrashing wild oats,’ was the reply.
l r»; y i'»qui3wiiic luuicHt? ui j enitenti-
v>aa a neap ot • j c? . t, *
burning cinders, and more horrible than ai iaa and State Pnsons. was once a gentle,
ail, his wife had perished in the flames, | ll)oflen8Ive and prattling child ; and every
and he was was a raving maniac.
fore leaving town
Having spent a day or two looking round,
visiting the places where whiskey was sold,
and making various enquiries as to the
amount retailed, the number of dogs kept
by men whose children never went to school
or had enough to eat—after, in short mak
ing a complete moral inventory of the town
lie"concluded to leave, and having mount
ed his horse was about to be off, when his
inqusitive friend urged on by associates
stepped up and said, ‘See here Captian, you
promised to tell us your business before
you left, and we’d like to hear from you on
that point.’
bereaved hus-
star of mercy
criminal who has expiated his crimes up
on the gallows, was once pressed to a
mother’s breast, and and drew from her
, bosom his life giving nourishment. But
moral training, wrong influences, and
debasing examples do their work, and
! transform endearing offspring to ferocious
, U r-„ . ,, ; men, who shock humanity by the foulness of
• YY ill you open the services ? enquired J J , . ' , .
1 r l .u l ^ their guilt, and monstrous audacity of their
a deacon of a brother, who was an oyester 1
man by profession
No consolation for th6
band, no altar had he ; no
to lead him out of the cloud.
O! it is a fearful thing to “know no
God.’ [Olive Branch.
1 No, I thank you,’ said he, half waking
from a doze ; ‘I’ve left my knife at home.’ |
crimes. \ el how seldom has one of these
direful transformations been effected with
out the aid of strong driuk !
A broker in State street, deeply absorb-| Bv no Means Bad.—A ‘Knight of the
ed in speculation,br^ng asked one mornir.g, Whip’ makes the following inquiry of us
‘ How do you do?’ replied abruptly, ‘About! —'I wonder if an editor’9 leaders ever get
two per cent a month.’ ' over the traces ?’
milled me thus to glorify His name.
The Trustees of the institution are in
vestigating the matter. The deceased,
Mrs. Strong, and also Mrs. Jameson are re
spectably connected, but for some time
have been hopelessly insane.
INTEMPERANCE AND TAXES.
Tax payers ! when will you awake to
the enormous burdens that the liquor traf
fic is imposing on you ? Look and see
what a number of commitments are made
to the jail of your county, from one court
to another, the costs of which are from §15
to $30 each, besides hoard at two or three
dollars a week, and then ask yourself—
“Who has to foot the bill ? Who pays all
these expenses ?” And if, after all, you
remain an advocate for dram-drinking, do
be consistent, will you. and cease prating
he was followed and seized by the proprietor,
who exclaimed—
•You broke my window, fellow, dil you not?’
‘To be sore I did, and dido’l you see me
running home for the money to pay for it ?'
Fanny Fern’s new book is out. It makes
an octavo volume of 400 pages. Eight
thousand copies have already been ordered
by the trade, and another edition of 10,000
copies will be called for before the first is
bound. It heats Uncle Tom’s Cabin at its
first issue.
Rather Plain,-When the governor of Ceylon
was addressing a native prince ihrough an in
terpreter. in a high Strain of courtly adulation,
to each sentence the prince answered ‘Cadab.’
This was repeated so frequently as 10 induce
the governor to inquire its meaning.
‘He means to say,’ answered tire interpreter,
‘that your Excellency lies.”
Whiskey vs Water.—At a municipal
election in Louisville. Ky., last week, a
majority of 205 was given in favor of li
cense for the sale of spiriious liquors and a
majority of 777 against establishing city
water works. The Courier seems to think
that this vote estab'ishe9 conclusively the
fact that whiskey is strongei than water.
* Now. Patrick,’ said a Judge, “what do
you say to the charge : are you guihy nr not
guilty V
‘ Faith, but that’s difficult f..» 5 .10 honor
to tell, let alone meseif. Wait till 1 hear
the evidence.’