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HAZARDOUS ENTERPRISE.
A little more than a century ago England
was indebted to Italy for the greater portion
of her thrown silk. The superiority of the
Italians over the English in the art of silk
throwing was held by the former of so great
value, that the penalty of death was pre
scribed by their Jaws against any one who
should make known to a foreigner the se
cret of their manufactories. In this state of
things a Mr. John Lombe, the youngest of
three brothers of that name, engaged in the
silk trade, proceeded to Leghorn in the year
1715, upon the hazardous enterprise of en
deavoring tcpossess himself of a knowledge
of the silk machinery of that country.
On his arrival, and before he became
known in that country, he went, accom
panied by a friend, to see the Italian silk
works. This was permitted under very
rigid limitations; no person was admitted
except when the machinery was in action,
and even then he was hurried through the
rooms with the most jealous precaution.
The celerity of the machinery rendered it
impossible for Mr. Lombe to comprehend
all the dependencies, and the first springs of
so extensive and complicated a work. He
went with different persons in various ha
bits—as a gentleman, a priest, or a lady ;
and he was very generous witli his money ;
but he could never find an opportunity of
seeing the machinery put in motion, or of
giving to it that careful attention which his
object required.
Despairing of obtaining adequate infor
mation from such cursory inspection as he
was thus enabled to give, he bethought him
self of associating with the clergy, and be
ing a man of letters, he succeeded in ingra
tiating himself with the priest who confess
ed the family to which the works belonged.
He seems to have opened his plans, partly
at least, to this person, and it is certain that
he found means to obtain his co-operation.
According to the scheme which they plan
ned between them, Mr. Lombe disguised
himself as a youth in want of employment.
The priest then introduced him to the di
rectors of the works, and gave him a good
character for honesty and diligence, and des
cribed him as inured to greater hardships
than might be expected from his appearance.
He was accordingly engaged as a fillatoe
boy, to superintend aspinnittg-enginejso call
ed. His mean appearance procured him
accommodation in the place which his de
sign made the most acceptable to him—the
mill. While others slept, he was awake
and diligently employed in his arduous and
dangerous undertaking. lie had possessed
himself of a dark lantern, tinder-box, wax
candle, and a case of mathematical instru
ments. In the day lime, these were secret
ed in a hole under the stairs where he used
to sleep; and no person ever indicated the
least curiosity to ascertain the extent of the
possessions of so mean a lad. He thus went
on making drawings of every part of this
very grand and useful machinery; the priest
often inquired after his poor boy at the
works, and through his agency Lombe con
veyed his drawings to Glover L T n wins ; with
them models were made from the drawings,
and despatched to England piecemeal in
bales of silk. These originals are still, wc
believe, preserved in the Derby mills.
After Lombe had completed his design
he still remained at the mill, waiting until
an English ship should be on the point of
sailing for England. When this happened,
he left the works and hastened on board.
But meanwhile his absence had occasioned
suspicion, and an Italian brig was despatch
ed in pursuit; but the English vessel hap
pily proved the hotter sailor of the two, and
escaped. It is said that the priest was put
to the torture ; but the correspondent of the
Gentlemen’s Magazine, to whom we ate in
debted for most of the facts we h ave stated,
says that, after Mr. Lombe’s return to Eng
land, an Italian priest was much in his com
pany ; and he is of opinion that this was
either the priest in question, or. at. least, an
other confederate in the same affair. Mr.
Lombe also brought over with him two na
tives accustomed to the manufacture for the
sake of introducing which he had incurred
so much hazard.
.After his return, John Lonibe appears to
have actively exerted himself in forwarding
the work undertaken by him and his brother,
Sir Thomas, at Derby ; but he did not live
to witness their completion. lie died on
the premises, on the 16th of November,
1722 in the 29th year of his age. The com
mon account of his death is, that the Itali
ans, exasperated at the injury done to their
trade, sent over to England an artful wo
man, who associated with the parties in the
character of a friend ; and having gained
over one of the originally ac
companied Mr. Lomhe, administered a poi
son to him of which he ultimately died.
An old Newspaper. —There is nothing
more beneficial to the reflecting mind than
the perusal of an old newspaper. Though
a silent preacher, it is one which conveys a
moral more palpable and forcible than the
most elaborate discourse. As the eyes runs
down its diminutive and old-fashioned col
umns, and peruses its quaint advertisements
-and bygone paragraphs, the question forces
itself on the mind—where are now the bu
sy multitudes whose names appear on these
pages 1 where is the puffing auctioneer, the
pushing tradesman, the hustling merchant,
the calculating lawyer, who each occupies a
apace in this chronicle of departed time I
Alas ! their names are now only to he read
on the sculptured marble which covers their
ashes ! They have passed away like their
forefathers, and are no more seen ! From
these considerations the mind naturally turns
to the period when we, who now enjoy our
little space of existence in this chequered
scene, shall have gone down to the dust, and
shall furnish the same moral to our children
that our forefathers do to us I The sun will
then shine as bright, the flowers will bloom
as fair, the face of nature will be as pleas
ing as ever, while we are reposiug in our
narrow cell, heedless of every thing that
once charmed and delighted us!
“The most solemn of birds,” says an an
cient proverb, “is an owl; the roost solemn
of fishes is an oyster; the roost solemn of
beasts is a jackass;, and the most solemn of
men—a ditto!”
A Short Story. —My friend and* myself,
when in Devonshire were visiting an ac
quaintance who had a daughter, not remark
able either for wit, beauty or accomplish
ments. She had parsed the climacteric, and
was certainly on the wane; hut her heart
had lost none of its susceptibility to la grand
‘passion. She had for ten years been con
spicuous forher dress, airs, “ beaucatchers;”
but alas, she had toiled all night at balls,
routs, levees, but had caught no beau. Be
ing as vain as she was simple, we thought
her fair game for a quiz. “Miss Lucretia
Elvira,” said I, “ have you heard of the
late act of parliament, by which all ladies
with small mouths shall he allowed to marry
twohusbands?” “No, sir,” said she, (screw
ing up her mouth into a pucker) “what a
curis law!” “You are wrong, Edward,”
said my friend to me; “those ladies with
large mouths are allowed two husbands.”
“Law me!” exclaimed she, (opening her
mouth as big as a bucket,) “ what a curious
law!”
The Aroostook Mountains. —Dr. Jackson,
the Geologist of Maine, gives an interesting
account of his examinationsof the mountain
ous region of the disputed territory near
the Penobscot Forks, which gives a graphic
feature of that part of the country, and
makes it one of the most sublime and impo
sing formations. Mt. Katadin, is a lofty,
precipitous cone of pure granite, whose
treeless summit, having no vegetable growth
but a few bushes of the mountain ctatiberry
and spicy blue-berries, was attained with
great labor, by clamlieriiig up almost per
pendicular crags. It was ascertained to be
5,300 feet elevation, the highest in Maine.
What is remarkable is, that in this granite
formation was found diluvial limestone,
showing the sea had been there; and in the
same region limestone with scoiiaceous trap
melted and imbrectated into its seam, in an
elegant manner, showing also, that volcanic
action had been at work. Front one high
mountain, the Sugar Loaf Cone, he saw
around him no less than fifty lofty peaks,
and seventeen mountain lakes, cascades of
200 feet fall, Sic.
Quarrels. —One of the most easy, one of
the most Common, and most perfectly fool
ish things in the world is toquarrel, no mat
ter with whom—man, woman, or child—or
upon what pretence, provocation, or occa
sion whatsoever. There is no kind of ne
cessity in it, no manner of use in it, and no
species or degree of benefit to be gained by
it; and yet, strange as the fact may he, the
ologians quarrel, and politicians, lawyers,
doctors, and princes, quarrel. The church
quairels ; nations, and tribes, and corpora
tions, men, women, and children, dogs and
cats, birds and beasts, quarrel about all man
ner of things, and on all manner of occa
sions. If there is anything in the world that
will make a man feel badly, except pinch
ing Iris fingers in t lie crack of a door, it is
unquestionably a quarrel. No man ever
fails to think less of himself after, than lie
did before one; it degrades him in his own
eyes, and in the eyes of others; and, what
is worse, blunts his sensibility to disgrace on
the one hand, and increases the power of
passionate irritability on the other. The
truth is, the more quietly and peaceably we
all get on, the better; the better for our
selves, the better for our neighbors. In nine
cases out of ten, the wisest course is, if a
man cheats you, to quit dealing with him;
if he be abusive, quit his company; if he
slanders you, take care to live so that no
body will believe him. No matter who he
is, or how he misuses you—the wisest way
is just to let him alone; for there is nothing
better than this cool, calm, quiet way of
dealing with the wrongs we meet with.
A Lion’s Remorse. —ln the beginning of
the last century there was in the menagerie
at Cassell, a lion that showed an astonishing
deg ree of tameness toward the woman who
had taken care of him. This went so far
that the woman, in order to amuse the com
pany that came to see the animal, would of
ten rashly place her hand or head between
his tremendous jaws. Site had frequently
performed this experiment without receiving
any injury; but, having one day introduced
her head into the lion’s mouth, the lion made
a sudden snap and killed her on the spot.
! mlouhiedly this catastrophe was uninten
tional on the part of the lion, for probably
at the fatal moment the hair of the woman’s
head irritated the lion’s throat and caused
him to cough or sneeze, at least the sugges
tion appears tobe confirmed by what follow
ed ; for, as scon as the lion perceived that
he had killed his attentdant, the good tem
pered, grateful animal exhibited signs of the
deepest melancholy, laid himself down by
the side of the dead body, which he would
not suffer to be removed, refused to take
any food, and thus soon pined to death.
The Duty of Washingtoniansj —The first
duty which an individual is called upon to
do after having signed the pledge, is to
keep it—or, in other words, to abstain hence
forth and forever from the use of all kinds of
spirituous, vinous, and fermented liquors.
His next duty is to do all in his power to
persuade those men with whom he has been
in the habit of associating, to sign the pledge,
and “ do likewise.” If an individual who
signs the pledge and keeps it, thinks he has
done all that lie, as a Washingtonian, should
do, he is very much mistaken. He has but
just taken the first step in the road to virtue.
Lhe voices of those around him who are in
the road to ruin, may be constantly heard
crying, “save, or I perish.” And can any
man who has become sober, suppose for a
moment he is doing his duty, while he dis
regards lhe cries of those who are anxiously
waiting to see the friendly hand extended,
and to hear the encouraging words, “Come
with us, and we will do you good.” We
have seen the drunkards in our streets, who,
if they could have heard the voice of friend
ship, and known that those around them felt
interested in their welfare, would have sworn
that they would be drunkards no longer,
but would have embraced the opportunity
thus afforded them, to secure to themselves
and their families peace, and all its atten
dant blessings.
G7*Governor Dorr, it is said, has found
his way to Canada.
scDtjj.vmißißST
For the Southern Miscellany..
THE MAN WHAT FIT THE PUMP.
Well, now, them temperarjee folks heat
the dickens to drink cold watlr, that’s a fact.
My eyes ! ’twould een-a-most kill me to take
any of them temperance swigs. Cold wa
ter ! ugh ! it most gives me the high-dry
phobia to think of it. lavish some gentle
man would lend me a thiip—— I’d drink his
health in a rale good glass of O-be-joyful.
But times is changed now, and people don’t
treat as they use to diJ. Temperance So
cieties and Refonftd Drunken Societies
will he the death of me—that they will.
There aint no candidates now, neither—so
that’s no go. I wonder if they wont go fol
io have Temperance Candidates next I I’ll
never support one—l’ll die first! But won’t
T gn mv death again ’em ! Won’t. T speechi
fy, and lectioneer, and talk about free suffer
ings, and Jneroachin’ on the rights of a free
and independent people ! My goodness !
how I’d score ’em. Let me see—bow’d, I
begin—hem ! Gentlemen and feller citizens
—hem! hem! My! if I only had a drink
I cotild go it up to the handle. Gentlemen
and feller soldiers—no—citizens! I rise up
before you in defence of the rights of free
men. The cause of injured innercence is
bustin’ my bosom ! The tears of the orphan
and the wider is appealin’ to your hearts,
and the watets—no. that won’t do—waters
is a temperance motto—and the lirkers of
sympathy is flowin from yous hearts, (runs
against a pump.) Hello! O Lordy ! what’s
that ? It’s knocked me all up in a heap.
What on airth is it ? As the unmortal Shake
spear says—the man what killed Ricliaid
the 3d. ami made Otheler marry a nigger—
“ be this a pirnp I see before me, with tiie
handle towards my hand, or am it a wis
sionary himmngination of the mind ?” Yes,
’tis a pump, for sartin. O, thou foul mon
urment of the temperance cause ! Why
hast thou ris up before me, to open fresh the
sores that rack my ungushed busom ? Get
thee gone, tempter ! You won’t,won’t you?
then I’ll make you. 800 ! who’s afeered ?
None of your spoutin’, Mr. Temperance,
but strip yourself. In the words of Mcßet
—Mcßelty—l say,
•“Lay on like dirt,
And d—d lie he that crie afore lie’s hurt!”
Come on—that's your sort, Mr. Tempe
rance, you got it that time. Ha ! it’s no go,
misterfer—l’m not down yit—take care of
your eyes—that’s the time o’ day—l’ve got
you now. Hurrah for me ! and no mistake
—l’m a smasher. Whoop! I peeled the
bark off that time. You thought you’d
picked up a sucker, did you ? You’ll find me
hard to handle, and game to the last—Hel
lo ! murder I I’ll give up! Mercy, Mr.
Temperance ! don’t beat a man when lie’s
down. But that’s the way now a days—
you cold water stickers have the upper hand
in every thing. O Lordy ! how the blood
runs—l m dyin’ for 6at'tin, and the crowii
er’s werdict will be, “ Death from Tempe
rance.” W ell, I knew ‘twould bo my death
some day or othei. Can’t you give me a
small drop of whiskey before I die ? No 1
Well, go to thunder; I don’t care a darn,
no how!
Thus saying, our pugnadous hero very
deliberately rolled into the mud puddle anil
went to sleep—being with the ex
citement of this fray between him and his
mortal enemy, the Town Putnp.
Macon, Ga. B. A. P.
Genius, Talent, and Clearness. —Genius
rushes like a whirlwind—talent marches
like a cavalcade of heavy j men and heavy
horses—cleverness skims like a swallow in
a summer evening. The man of genius
dwells with men and with nature; the man
of talent in his study; but the clever man
dances here, there, and every where, like a
butterfly iria hurricane, striling every thing
and enjoy ing nothing, but too light to be
dashed to pieces. The maq of talent will
attack theories—the clever man assail the
individual and slander private character.—
But the man of genius /despises both; he
needs none, he fears none, he lives in him
self, shrouded in the Consciousness of his
own strength; he intefrres with none, and
walks forth an example, that “eagles fly
alone, they are but sheep that herd togeth
er.” It is true, that should a worm cross
bis path, he may tread it under his foot;
should a cur snarl at him, he may chastise
it; buthe will not, can not attack the priva
cy of another. Clever men write verses;
men of talent write prose; but the man of
genius writes poetrv.
Cltild/iooivand old Age. —How beautiful
and how touching the contiast! The shat
tered oak and the twining vine are the apt
emblems. I lie one indicative of youth,
freshness and bsauty—the other of age, de
cay, and the perils of a long existence. The
rosy girl and the llorreptive grandmother—
the one joyous as n bird, and hounding away
like a winged creature—the other with a
thin faltering voice, and steps that totter on
ward to the grave.
\\ e have lints the two great points of ex
istence hefcrc ns—the beginning and the
end—the morning and the —the
“rosy dawn” and the “dusky twilight.”
How sunny are the visions of childhood!
how buoyant its expectations! llow green
and glorious the fancied paths beyond! Like
the fairy landscape whose choicest charms
live only to the eye of a distant observer—
so with the radiant pictures which you
sketched upon the imigined pages of com
ing time. How few will beai r the test of
reality, the closer, keener glance of steady
observation. It is welt that it is so. It is
well that youth looks th ough an enchanted
glass, that it sees in the listance the green
hill tops and bright flowers, and not the pit
falls and thorny paths that chequer the ways
of ex : stence.
And Old Age! Must it look bacL for hope
and for joy I Oh! no. Even to Bie dullest
—the dimmest vision, there is to \e Chris
tian spirit, a golden clime beyond-*—a sunny
realm, where new robes await thefaithful, a
new existence, and new joys, where
the arches, and the feebleness, aijl the fur
rows of age, shall give place to ininortalily,
and all its holy and heavenly attributes.
07 s * “Much remains unsung,! as the
tom-cat remarked to the brickbat] when it
abruptly cut short his serenade. ‘
For the “Southern Miscellany.”
“ ORION” AGAIN.
Mr. Editor —I lately saw in your paper,
which, by the way, I take great pleasure in
reading, some very just observations on the
last number of the Orion. Now, 1 read all
such things that come in my way, and I
know very well what pleases me, though I
never set myself up for a critic; but on
reading those remarks of yours, which are
true enough as far as they go, I thought it
strange that a man who saw so much had
not looked a little farther. Why, man, how
could you miss giving Orion a rub about his
everlasting pleonasms, as I think the fault is
called by those who like to give learned
names to things. In plain English, I mean,
that his style is overburdened with epithets,
a defect common enough with writers who
want experience in the world of letters.
If this has escaped your notice, look over
the book again, and remark such instances
as the following, in “ The Trysting Rock
“ Look at this noble pile with its verdant
garb of mountain trees —watch the grace of
the undulating motion that, like the ocean's
waves, sweeps over the extended forest be
low—scan the antic gambols of those swift
ly passing and prism-hued clouds. See in
every thing, the hand of an all-controlling,
all-protecting power, plain and palpable as
the finger upou the wall in the ancient pa
lace of Babylon. Is there not sufficient to
rebuke futile* repining, and ungrateful mur
muring ?”
Or this, in “ The Lights and Shadows of
the Heart“ See around you the graceful
elm, the white-stemmed birch, the ash laden
with crimson berries, and the low poplar,
with its every leaf shivering as with untold
dismay at the scandal borne to it by the gos
siping zephyr, which has pried into every
dwelling for miles around. Lend an ear to
the teooing melody of beautiful birds ; learn
to give the song of mirth to its rightful
owner, and tell whose plaintive notes min
gle with it. Hear the green leaves whis
per,” &c.
Or again, in “The Misers Curse “From
that gorgeous room, through the stillness of
the hushed night, arose to the thione of the
Omnipotent, the piercing prayer of a dying
mother for her only child ; and then, with a
wimped feeling of divine hope, earthly -sor
row and love, she bent topless her lips in one
/as# kiss upon its velvet brow.”
Here are expletives and redundancies
enough to supply a volume; don’t you think
so ? And does it not strike you, too, that al
though different authors are assigned to
these pieces, there is a marvellous similarity
between them ? at least in point of style.
1 do not say that they are all the original
coinage of one prolific brain, but I do be
lieve that the editor, probably considering
his own peculiar manner “ the glass of
fashion” has bedecked them .with many a
flowery grace from his exhanstless stores,
forgetting, that “ without a foundation of
good sense and solid thought, the most florid
style is but a childish imposition on the
public.”
Tle Temperance Reformation, within
the last few months, has been so signal in
its advance, so national in its character, as
to fill us not less with astonishment than de
light. Never has there been a stronger im
pulse, perceptibly leading and controlling
the public mind, and never have more tri
umphant and glorious effects resulted, than
from this. North, South, East and West,
the cause of happiness advances with tri
umphant steps, rallying thousands and thou
sands of all characters, all temperaments
and all habits, around the banner of honor
and of peace. The temperate is secured
in its temperance, the intemperate is rescued
from his thraldom ; talents and worth are
restored to society; affections long lost, a
gain irradiate the domestic circle; hope,
almost quenched, is again relighted ; gloom
and despair have given place to joy and
gladness, and the thick cloud of misery and
desolation that so long lowered in ominous
throatenings over our beloved land, has been
dissipated and driven away, we trust, for
ever.
God speed the cause,from our hearts pray
we, until King Alcohol shall cease to reign
and to rule for want of subjects : until he
shall not have even one left to bow down
and do him reverence.
We have been led to these reflections, es
pecially at this time, by our notice of the
celebration of our national anniversary in
all sections of the Union, and the signal tri
umph of temperance as thus exhibited.
We can hardly turn our eyes to any quarter,
but we find the day celebrated on the tem
perance principle, in city, town, village and
country. Even the military have entered
into the spirit of reform, and we notice ve
ry many of the finest corps in the Union
celebrating the day in the manner indicated.
These are singular occurrences, they are
memorable occurrences. They speak in
angel tones for the future glory of our coun
try, and the happiness of our people. Again
we repeat our heartfelt desire, God speed
the great reform I —Southern Recorder.
Steamboat Explosion. —The New Orleans
Bee says:—The explosion on board the
steamboat Edna at the mouth of the Missou
ri, proves to have been one of the most des
tructive we have yet had to record. Sixty
three persons were scalded, of whom fifty
three have died. Some two or three were
blown into the river and saved, and two or
three are missing. The sufferers are prin
cipally Germans.
The St. Louis Republican says:—Up to
the night of the 3d instant, 28 persons had
died, and it was reported that several would
die during the night. The dead rooms at
the hospital were full, and it was almost im
possible for friends and relatives to distin
guish some of the corpse.
Ihe St. Louis Bulletin of the 4th inst.
has the following postcript:
P. S. II o’clock, P. M. We under
stand that 33 of the scalded have since died.
Cjr 3 The Crescent City gives the follow
ing as the latest spring fashions for gentle
men 1—“ Abstinence from spirituous liquors
—a regular attendance atchurch—retrench
ment in expenditures—proper hours and
proper company—society—love—courtship
—marriage.”
ACCURATE LOCAL KNOWLEDGE,
The London Sun, (says the New York
Commercial Advertiser,) speaking of the
Florida war, says, that it originated in the
refusal of the Sacs and Foxes to abandon
their hunting grounds. The Sun is only
about 3000 miles out of the way.
FALLING STARS.
What we commonly call “ falling stars”
is believed by the Arabs to be a dart launch
ed by the Almighty at an evil genius, and
on beholding one they exclaim, “May God
transfix the enemy of the faith.”
CARES
Are the ballast of life, without which our
barques might be overset. To be sure they
may be sunk by ballast—especially if liquor
gets among it—which though it seems to
lighten the weight, is certain to carry all to
the bottom.
(tT* “ The decay and fall of empires,”
says an eloquent writer, “ have afforded
fruitful themes for poets and philosophers.”
So have the decay and fall of leaves in au
tumn.
07* Somebody has said that “ Our plea
sures for the most part, are short, false and
deceitful—and, like drunkenness, revenge
the jolly madness of one hour with the sad
repentance of many.”
Q7 => The chief ingredients in the compo
sition of those qualities that gain esteem and
praise are, good nature, truth, good sense
and good breeding.
07* A Mr. Fleming was jshot in Colum
bus, Ohio, on the Ist ultimo, by a Mrs. Hen
derson. Particulars not given.
Children should be taught to respect the
aged, feel for the oppressed, and to sympa
thize with the unfortunate.
A bill has been passed by Congress, pur
chasing the patent right of a bullet making
machine, which will manufacture a million
of bullets a day.
The verdict of a jury was lately set asiile
in, Yazoo, Miss., on the plea that some ol
the jurors partook of ardent spirits, during
their deliberations.
A ruffian named Lynch, was lately lynch
ed at San Philipe, in Texas. He was a no
torious desperado, and being caught, was
hung without judge or jury.
The inhabitants of Hamburg, have im
posed on themselves six weeks of mourn
ing, in consequence ot the late disastrous
file. No music or mirth, is to be allowed.
An extraordinary plough has been invent
ed, and exhibited in Georgetown, D. C.
The Index says, that the patent right for
one county, has been sold for SIO,OOO.
A prisoner, while in the custody of a sher
iff, in Virginia, and in irons, contrived to
pick the sheriff’s pockets of a considerable
sum of money, while on his way to prison.
“Go it ye cripple,” as Marshall said to
Webb, after the late duel. “Excuse me,
I’m under Marshall law,” as Webb replied
to his antagonist.
A crockery dealer, refused to lend a set
of crockery and glass to a Washingtonian
party, for the 4th, on the plea that “ they
would not break enough to make it an ob
ject.”
Mankind may bedi vided into three classes.
Those who learn from the experience of
others—they are happy men. Those who
learn from their own experience—they are
wise men. And lastly, those who learn
neither from their own nor other people’s
experience, they are fools.
, Joy makes us grieve for the brevity of life;
sorrow causes us to be weary of its length;
content and industry can alone render it
supportable.
“ My dear sir,” said a gentleman to a hard
drinker, “do stop toping so, or you'll wvear
out the coats of your stomach.” “Then let
the stomach work in its shirt sleeves,” was
the reply.
If you are desperately enamored of a
pretty face, be sure to see it at the breakfast
table. This remedy has been often taken
with success.
Aristotle says—“ All who have meditated
on the art of governing mankind, have been
convinced that the fate of empires depends
on the education of youth.”
A celebrated French writer says that the
six plagues of a small town are—a lawyer
with great knowledge, great sophistry, and
no sense of justice; an eminent physician,
with little skill or manners; a preacher
w’ithout any conscience; a quarrelsome sol
dier; a politician without principles; and a
man of letters who eternally dogmatises.
A Kentucky girl, having married a fellow
of mean reputation, was taken to task for it
by her uncle. I know, uncle, replied she,
that Joe is not good for much, but lie said I
dare not have him, and I won’t take a stump
from any body.
It is said that life can be prolonged by in
haling the breath of young women. We’d
like to try some of that medicine, if the la
dies have rich red lips.
It has been remarked as a singular coin
cidence in the death of .the “ great and good
Washington,” that he died in the Z*<hour,
in the last day of the week, in the last mouth
in the year, and in the last year of the cen
tury, viz: Saturday night, twelve o’clock,
December, 1799.
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Travelling Agent for the “ Southern Miscellany.” lie
is fully authorized lo solicit subscribers, advertisements
and job work, and to receipt for moneys due this office.
Mr. Echols will visit many portions of Georgia and
Alabama in the course of the present summer, and wo
hope all those who feel any interest in our enterprise
will render him such assistance as may be best calcu
lated to materially increase our subscription list.
Mr. VV. W. Hcchkv, of Griffin, is also authorized to
solicit, and receipt (or, subscriptions to the Miscellany.
Mr. S A. Holmes, General Newspaper Agent, is our
authorized Agent for the City of Augusta.
07* Several advertisements are unavoid
ably crowded out. They shall be attended
to in our next.
‘o7* We make no apology for publishing
the excellent Oration, which will he found
on our fourth page. Let not its length deter
you from a perusal of it.
07* We yesterday received two original
tales, written for the “ Miscellany,” one of
which shall appear in our next. We are in
deed grateful for these favors, and hope the
time is not far distant when we will be en
abled to manifest our gratitude in a more
substantial manner. O, that we had a few
more such real friends.
“the magnolia.”
In pursuance of our determination to give
occasional notices of our more pretending
contemporaries, we now take up the Mag
nolia for June, which has been some time
upon our table.
In the expression of our opinions in re
gard to the magazines heretofore noticed,
we have aimed to be independent and can
did, however we might differ from abler
judgments or better tastes in our estimation
of their respective merits. So will we be
with the Magnolia, and as the editor de
clares his intention to “keep a close watch
over contemporary letters—scrutinizing
their pretensions, and where fraudulent, un
hesitatingly laying hare the fraud and de
nouncing it to the public,” we doubt not he
will justly appreciate our efforts to imitate
his example.
It would perhaps he well, in order that
the work should not outrun the acquaintance
of our readers, to preface these remarks
with a brief sketch of its migratory history.
“'1 he Southern Ladies’ Book” was original
ly issued in the city of Macon under the
most favorable auspices, having associated
in its editorial conduct, one of our most
popular clergymen, which fact, not only gave
it peculiar claims to the patronage and sup
port of one of the largest sects of Christians
in the land, but also gave promise of a high
degree of literary and moral excellence.
W itb a subscription list perhaps larger than
that enjoyed by any other work of unestab
lished reputation, it ran through its first vol
ume; but much to the surprise and mortifi
cation of those who had taken an interest in
its success, deteriorating in character from
bad to worse, until, at the close, or a little
before the close, if we recollect right, of the
second volume, it was removed to Savannah.
With its change of location came a change
of name, arid we may add, no inconsidera
ble change of character, the literati of that
city having become enlisted in the support
of “The Magnolia, or Southern Monthly,”
its new title. After a change of publishers
and editors in that city, the Magnolia, we
understand, from a prospectus recently is
sued, has been torn up, root and branch,
and transported to Charleston, S. C., where
it is to become “ The Magnolia, or Southern
Apalachean,” and again to change its editor
and publishers. Whether the Magnolia
will he benefited by such transplanting, re
mains to he seen.
The number before us, which is number
6th, volume 4th, of the “ Magnolia or South
ern Monthly,” opens with a long article en
titled “ Our British Relations ,” in which it is
not difficult to trace the tone and temper of
Mr. Simms, the future editor. We have
been profitably entertained by its perusal.
The merits of the British claim, “the right
of search,” is ably discussed, and though in
some instances a more temperate spirit
would have been commendable in the argu
ment of a question now agitating the public
mind, and though much that is said to excite
the national prejudices both of the English
nation and our own people, might as well,
for various reasons, have been omitted—the
article possesses no ordinary degree of merit,
covering as it does, a bread field of argu
ment, and indicating no common research