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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. PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY MORNING AT THE VERY I.OW PRICE OF TWO DOLLARS AND FIFTY CENTS PF.U ANNUM ONE DOL LAR AND FIFTY GENTS FOR SIX MONTHS IN ADVANCE. MADISON, GEO : Saturday, July 23, 3 813. OUll AGENTS. Mr. Richard 0. Echols lias teen employed as a 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