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temperance cordial at home—do you not see
it in the simple prosperity by which, owing
to the blessings of temperance, I am sur
rounded 1 do you not see it in the rosy
cheeks of my children, in the smiling eyes
of my wife—did I not tell truly that she
helped to make it ? Is not this a true cordi
al,” he continued, while his own eyes glis
tened with many tears, “ is not the prosperi
ty of this cottage a true temperance cordial?
and is it not always on draught, flo wing from
an ever-filling fountain 1 Am I not l ight,
Andrew ; and will you not forthwith take
my receipt, and make it for yourself ? \ou
will never wish for any other: it is warmer
than ginger, and sweeter than anniseed. 1
am sure you will agree with me that a lov
ing wife, in the enjoyment of the humble
comforts which an industrious sober husband
can bestow, smiling, healthy, well-clad chil
dren, and a clean cabin, where the fear of
God banishes all other fears, make
TIIE TRUE TEMPERANCE CORDIAL.”
An affecting love Story. —A Bayonne
Journal gives the following romantic tale
from the Aldudes: “In the valley of the
Baston lived two brothers on the most af
fectionate terms, occupying the cottage, and
enjoying the small property left them by
their parents in common. Ramon, the eld
est, was a robust man, cultivating the land,
leading the cattle to p sture, and seldom re
turning home without game of his own kill
ing. Many a wolf fell from the bullets of
his gun or his iron-shod staff'. Antonio, the
youuger, was less in size and strength, ami
able, contenting himselt with performing
domestic duties, even works of the needle,
consulting in all things the tastes and com
forts of his more hardy brother. Antonio
had been taught to read, and thereby was
enabled to amuse RaYnon during long win
ter evenings, while he'was mending his nets
and tackle. In a cottage near them resided
a respectable family from Seville, composed
of a father, mother and three daughters.
Mariana, the eldest, acknowledged to be tbe
prettiest girl of the valley, not only manag
ed the household affairs of her own dwelling,
but frequently aided Antonio with her ad
vice. In time Antonio became enamored
of the fair Mariana, and made a confident
of his brother, who approved his choice, and
urged him to declare his passion. Tho
timidity of the youth, however, prevented
him from speaking, and he, at length, was
so melancholy, from the weight of his love,
that Ramon determined to go and demand
Mariana in marriage for Antonio. The pa
rents raised no objection to the match, and
said they would refer to their daughter.
Days and nights passed away, and no an
swer was sent, though Mariana continued
her accustomed assiduities at the cottage of
the brothers. Antonio was at length so re
duced by his suspense that he took to bis
bed. pn seeing his distress, Ramon threw
aside all his Spanish haughtiness, and went
to his neighbors, to require their answer.
He was again referied to Mariana, whom
he reproached with her obduracy. Thus
pressed, Mariana declared that she loved
another, and hiding her face from shame,
avowed that other to be Ramon ! Over
whelmed as by a thunderbolt, the unhappy
youth, uttering some incoherent expressions,
rushed to the bedside of his brother, told in
two words the fatal truth, and dropped life
less on the floor. Antonio became frenzied,
and has since expired, also raving out the
name of his beloved brother. They have
both been interred in the same grave ; and,
in three days afterwards, Mariana died of
grief for the loss of Ramon.”
Swearing. —Whatever fortune may be
made by perjury, I believe there never was
a man who mado a fortune by common
swearing. It often happens that men pay
for swearing, but it seldom happens that a
man gets paid for it. Does any man receive
promotion because he is a notable blusterer!
Or is any man advanced to dignity because
he is a profane swearer'? Never. Low
must bo the character which such imperti
nence will exalt; high must be the character
which it will not degrade. Inexcusable,
therefore, must be the practice which has
neither reason nor passion to support it.
The drunkard has his cups; the satiiist
bis revenge; the ambitious man his prefer
ments , the miser his gold, but the common
swearer has nothing. Swearing is void of
all plea; it is not the native offspring of the
soul; nor interwoven with the texture of
the body; nor anyhow allied to our fame.
For, asTillostonexpresses it, “though some
men pour out oaths as if they were natural,
yet no man was ever born of a swearing
constitution.”— Lamont.
Saturday Afternoon. —It is Saturday af
ternoon. Once more the school-house door
lias creaked upon its hebdomadal hinges—
the dog-eared book yawns upon the desert
ed desk ; the (lies are buzzing and bumping
their heads against the sunny window ; the
school-boy is abroad in the woods, and the
schoolmaster has laid his birchen sceptre
upon the shelf, and with it the cares and so
licitudes of another week.
Saturday afternoon! Delightful season,
when the mind, like a tired artisan, lays
down its implements of toil, and leaves the
long accustomed handicraft! How sweet,
amid the’ busy avocations of the week, to
look forward to this short interval of repose,
when, for a time, at least, the grinding shall
cease, and the heart be permitted to indulge
its secret longings, and listen to the soil
whispers of its own wayward fancies!
Surely the feelings of the school-boy linger
around me still. I love the dolce far niente
of Saturday afternoon !
It is an interlude between the swift suc
ceeding acts of life—the close of a seven
days’ journey—a golden clasp, that shuts
each weekly volume of our history—a goal,
where time pauseß to rest his wing, and
turn his glass—a type of that longer inter
val of rest, when our evening sun shall be
going down—when our lengthened shadows
shall “point towards morning”—and we
shall be looking forward to an eternal Sab
bath !
The human heart in its weakness and no
ble sympathies, resembles a broken harp,
which never plays a perfect tune, but min
gles strains of the sweetest melody with
many discords.
From the New|York Observer. •
TWO MINISTERS STRUCK BY LIGHTNING AT
THE COMMUNION TABLE.
A correspondent at Stamford, (Conn.)
gives us the following narrative:
North Stamford, July 5.
Sabbath day, the t!d inst. was a solemn
day to the people iu this parish. The morn
ing devotions in the house of God were
ended, the exercises of the sacramental feast
had commenced, the bread broken and dis
tributed, the cup taken, when, the house in
which we were assembled was struck with
lightning. The venerable Platt Buffet, of
Stanwich, was present, and assisted the
pastor, Rev. Henry Fuller, in the exerci
ses. He bad poured out the wine, taken
the cup, and was giving thanks to God, when
he and Mr. Fuller were instantaneously
prostrated to the earth. The groans and
shrieks which instantly broke forth from the
congregation it is utterly impossible for me
to describe; and yet there seemed to per
vade the assembly the most solemn awe; all
appeared to feel as if standing on the very
verge of death. The bursting thunder, the
livid lightning without, the thrilling scene
within contributed to render the gloom most
terrific.
Mr. Fuller was not so seriously injured,
though feeling considerably affected in some
limbs. Mr. Buffet is very seriously injured;
we supposed hiradead for someten minutes;
no sign of life were apparent, until water
was procured and thrown upon him. He
still suffers great distress at the stomach,
takes no food, but is perfectly rational.
The electric fluid entered the chimney
top, descended to the stove pipe, and ex
ploded immediately over the communion ta
ble, where those servautsofGod were stand
ing. Some others were slightly affected,
though not seriously.
The Congregational meeting-house in
New Canaan was struck about the same
time, and several knocked down. An acad
emy and dwelling house in the same town,
and a dwelling in this parish were conside
rably injured.
A Texian Volunteer. —We copy the fol
lowing affecting account from the New York
Aurora:
An incident in Georgia. —Some two years
ago the writer of this article stopped at a
tavern in Georgia. Strolling about, he en
tered the grave yard. From a small, but
chaste marble obelisk, he read this inscrip
tion :
A
mother’s MEMENTO
TO TIIE MEMORY OF AN ONLY SON,
WHO FELL AT TIIB MASSACRE
OF
fannin’s regiment in
MEXICO.
He felt an interest to learn the history of
its erection. The story was briefly this :
A youth of nineteen, the only son of a wi
dowed mother of maternal affection—was
returning to his home from the University
of Virginia, at the time Fannin was raising
his regiment of Georgians for Tcxain ser
vice. With Southern ardor, and with all
the chivalrous recklessness of youth, he
volunteered for the campaign. He briefly
addressed a letter to bis mothei the day he
embarked, informing her of his destination,
and his hope of beiug instrumental in aid
ing the independence of Texas.
Judge of the mother’s feelings when she
received the letter. Without an instant’s
hesitation she departed for Charleston, and
sailed from thence to Galveston, in hopes to
overtake her truant boy. Unfortunately,
the schooner lost her foremast;, and when
the mother reached. Texas, she found the
regiment had marched a week before for
the scene of conflict. News finally came of
the capture of Fannin and his forces by the
Mexican army. Then came the intelligence
of their massacre, by order of the tyrant,
Santa Anna. Her boy was in the front rank,
and was among the first that fell!!
. For a time sho was deprived, of her sen
ses; and, when she finally recovered, with
a broken heart she-returned to her home in
Georgia. She erected this obelisk to the
memory of her son ; and otic afternoon, a
short lime after returning from the church
yard, she was found dead, sitting in her arm
chair, holding the miniature of her boy.
The mother’s troubles were over.
Hercules Outdone. —The most stupendous
effbrtof human strength and eh dura nee ever
exhibited or that ever may be again, was
witnessed by a large auditory on Monday
evening at tlie Bowery Theatre. It was an
nounced in the bills that Mons. Paul was to
resist the power of two of the strongest hor
ses to be found in New York, on a wager
of one thousand dollars. The animals se
lected to pull against him were a pair of
large sized Pennsylvania bred horses, that
are in the daily habit of drawing from two
to three tons of granite at a load, suspended
from an enormous truck used for that pur
pose. Paul, after firing the cannon, weigh
ing 400 pounds from his shoulders, and as
cending the fireman’s rope feet uppermost
to the flies, by means of his hands alone,
and other Herculean feats, proceeded to
filace himself horizontally upon a strong oak
adder, made for the purpose, in order to
make the grand effort. The horses were
led on by theirregular driver, and harnessed
to, a rope fastened to Paul’s feet. To this
rope was attached three broad ribbons, or
girths, one of which was drawn tightly over
liis loins, and then over each shoulder. The
The brace afforded by his feet against the
step of the ladder, tlie divided power of the
girths and his hold with both hands upon the
upper part of the ladder, constituted his
only resistance to the immense power he
had to contend against.
Paul’s body when thus disposed, resem
bled that of a malefactor upon the inquisito
rial rack, preparatory to being torn to pie
ces. When the colossal horses were brought
upon the stage, and attached to the feet'of
the intrepid performer, a sensation of horror
seemed to pervade every part of the house.
It wasdeemedcertain by thoschaving charge
of the horses, that lie would be drawn off
the ladder. The word was given—the har
ness straightened—the ladder creaked and
strained—the two ropes by which one end
of it was secured to the stage, stretched and
threatened to break; the horses, aided by a
platform upon the stage with clcafs to brace
3 (D lO tl* Hi ISIIIi 3CD Hi il it ‘X*
their feet, strained eveiy muscle and vein.
The well known voice of the driver —the
lash repeated again and again, all railed to
force the enduring champion from his hold.
The shouts of the audience—the waving of
handkerchiefs, and the withdrawal of the
horses proclaimed his triumph. Paul offer
ed to repeat the performance and to resist
with one hand and one foot, but the mana
ger very properly would not permit it. The
audience was satisfied with what they had
seen, that Paul is beyond all question the
most powerful man in existence.
In order to convince the public, that there
was no trick or deception in this extraordi
nary exhibition, Mr. Hamblin invited a por
tion of the audience behind the scenes to
witness the preparations, and examine ev
ery thing connected with the performance.
Mr. Paul takes his benefit this evening,
and pulls against four horses, besides intro
ducing a variety of oilier new feats.
Mons. Paul attained his eighteenth year
in March last. — N Y. Com.
Rhode Island. —Twenty-two more of the
prisoners were discharged on Wednesday.
It is a curious fact that many of the pris
oners, or their examination, ascribed their
participation in the rebellion to the influence
of “the women,” with whom, they said,
Dorr was “ a great favorite.” Forinstance,
Samuel Green’s declaration:
Went into the cause because s4me ladies
were going ; thought there was no danger
where the ladies were: heard many of them
were ready to fight for Dorr. He seemed
to be a gtcat favorite with them. /
Wm. F. Mason, aged 18, said:
Should not have gone to Cheputchet had
not the women persuaded me to do so; there
was one in particular I did not dafe refuse;
she was my sweetheart; threatened to give
me the mitten if I did not go.
Clark Smith, of Allison Village :
Most of the women in our village are in
favor of Dorr; some talked of puttings on
pantaloons and going to his aid; they had a
good deal of influence with the men ; kept
up a continual talking; should pity the mar.
who remained at home amongthem. Should
rather remain in prison than to contend with
them myself. Went to the camp to make
a show—made a poor show; in case of actu
al battle meant to sneak off’ myself.
Almond Smith, also of Albion village,
son of the la3t:
IS years old, works in mill; went to Che
patcliet; was advised to go by Sarah and
the rest of the girls; hated to hang back for
fear they would laugh at me; mother knew
I was out; she let me go because I wanted
to; I expected to be made a hero of; search
ed for glory could’nt find any ; don’t think I
should have plucked up and gone to the
camp, had it not been for the gals; they
made me feel gritty.
And so with many others. Women are
said to love the brave, and these “girls”
that the prisoners speak of were no doubt
captivated by the lip-valor so profusely dis
played by the pseudo Governor. Their
feelingscbanged, probably, when they found
that his Excellency’s valor was not of the
lasting quality—did not wear wel, as they
sayof gingham and calico.— N. Y. Com. Adc.
To Authors, Publishers and Printers. —
To keep alive the spirit of moral improve
ment which is now advancing with such glo
rious results throughout the United States,
for tlie purpose of inducing the rising gen
eration of Printers to carry out klie mental
and moral improvement begun in this age,
the Columbia Typographical Society of the
city of Washington have concluded that they
will with the assistance of Authors, Pub
lishers and Printers, throughout the United
States and Europe, estaldish in this city a
Library, for the benefit of after generations
of Printers and those connected with the
press ; and they have appointed a committee
for the purpose of soliciting contributions of
books, periodicals, maps, charts, and prints.
The committee respectfully solicit contri
butions to the above object from the trade
and Printers generally. All donors and
publishers of papers, who insert the quar
terly advertisement of the society will be
considered honorary members.
All donations will bo duly registered,
and donor’s names recorded*
Periodicals will be addressed to “The
Library Board of Managers,” Washington,
Printers and others connected with the
craft in this'city, who desire to contribute
to tho above laudable undertaking, will
please hand donations to either of the
“Board of Managers,” or leave the same at
Mr. Clephane’s Fancy Store, Pennsylvania
avenue.
Board of Managers. —George Cochran,
Wm. Blanchard, James N. Davis, Wiliam
Ivennaugh, and P. 11. Brooks.
Peace. —“ Ponce be with thee 1” said
Olinthus, saluting Aprecides.
“ Peace !” echoed the priest, in so hol
low a tone that it went at once to the heart
of the Nazarene.
“ In that wish,” continued Olinthus, “ all
things are combined—without virtue thou
canst not have peace. Like the rainbow,
Peace rests upon the earth, hut its arch is
lost in heaven ! Heaveil bathes it in hues of
light; it springs up amid tears and clouds—
it is a reflection of the eternal Sun—it is an
assurance of a calm—it is a sign of a cove
nant between man and God. Such peace,
O young man is the smile of the soul; it is
an emanation from the distant orb of im
mortal light. Peace be with thee!” — E.L.
Bulwer.
The Spirit of ‘ 76 in Rhode Island.—Du
ring the recent rebellion, a man belonging
to one of the country brigades, lagged be
hind bis regiment, and finally retained tdhis
family.
“ Ar’nt you going with tho troops ?” says
his wife.
“ Why, no, my dear, I think on the whole
it is my duty to stay and protect you,” re
plied the husband.
“Well now,” says she, “lean tell you
just what it is; either you or I have got to
so with Gov. King’s men, against Tom
lorr’s rebels. If you arc not going, give
me your breeches!”
He went.
Slander. —Against slander there is no de
fence. Hell cannot boast so foul a fiend nor
man deplore so fell a foe. It stabs with a
word, with a nod, with ashruo;, with a look,
with a smile. It is the pestilence walking
in darkness, spreading contagion far and
wide, which the most weary traveller can
not avoid. It is the heart-searching dagger
of the assassin. It is the poisoned arrow
whose wound is incurable. It is as mortal
as the sting of the deadly arrow: murder
is its employment, innocence its prey, and
ruin its sport.
A Chill's Funeral. —lt is perhaps one of
the most touching of sights, the burial of a
little creature which shuts its eyes as soon
as tho glories of earth are open to its view,
without having known the parents whose
tearful eyes are gazing upon it, which has
been beloved without loving in return, whose
features stiffened before they have smiled.
These falling buds will yet find a stalic on
which they shall be grafted ; these flowers,
which close in the hour of morning, will
yet find some more genial heaven to unfold
them.
A Definition of the Trinity. —There was
once an Indian, who, while passing his ex
amination to be admitted as a Presbyterian
Missionary, to preach the gospel in the vil
lage where he lived, was asked if he believ
ed in the Trinity l He said he did. He
was then asked his reason. He said if they
would permit him, he would answer in his
Indian way, to which they consented. He
then proceeded and said: “We go down
to the liver in winter, and we see it covered
with snow; we dig through the snow and
we come to ice; we chop through the ice
and come to water—snow is water; ice is
water, water is water; therefore, the three
are one.” .
Rich.—A drunken chap hereaway not
long since, feeling cold, got up in the night,
and seeing, as he supposed, some embers
on the hearth, he gathered some fuel togeth
er, and tried to create a flame with his
breath and bellows, but in vain. His wife
beard him making a fuss, and rather than be
disturbed in her rest, got up to make the
fire for him, when she found that her hus
band had been trying to blow four or five
straggling moonbeams into a blaze !
Benevolence. —Diseased benevolence often
tramples on more rights in going to its ob
ject than it secures in reaching it. It is ea
sier to be benevolent than just; easier to
give something from our abundance to re
lieve the poor, than by our justice to super
cede the necessity of alms giving.
Beside himself. —A wife seated herself at
her husband’s side, and asked him why he
was like a crazy man. He gave it up, and
she answered: “lam your other self—so
you are beside yourself.” “ Not the more
so now,” said he ; “ for if I had not been
beside myself while a bachelor I should nev
er have been placed in this situation.”
Keen Retort. —A lady was quietly re
marking to her husband, that she was born
on the twenty-second of April, “ Why my
dear,” said he, “ I always thought you was
born on the first.” “ One would suppose
so,” she replied, “ from the choice I made
in choosing you for a husband.”
Particular. —“ Do you keep confectiona
ries here ma’am ? “ Yes, my lad.” “ Well,
sister sent me to get some—l guess I’ll take
three, done up in a newspaper without no
printing on either side.”
Female College. —The examination of the
several classes of Students has been soins
on since Monday morning and closes to-day
which is the end of the present term. The
result has been highly gratifying to all who
take an interest in this most important and
interesting institution. In every department
ofstudy, the students have done themselves
and their instructors great credit. We re
gret that we are unable to be particular in
our remarks ; but our opportunitieshavc not
afforded the necessary information to do jus
tice to all who have excelled—we must there
fore be general. On Tuesday night four
young Ladies delivered lectures on Chem
istry, and performed a great variety of Chem
ical experiments, acquitting themselves in a
manner that would have been creditable to
a professor as well as a student. We trust
that the results of the examination will sat
isfy every one of the excellency of the In
stitution—the studies pursued are of a use
ful and substantial order—not the mere em
bellishments which qualify a young lady for
ephemeral display iu the sunshiny hours of
life. —Macon Messenger, 14 th inst.
Ilairldnsville Bank. —The bills of this in
stitution, have within a few days past, very
materially improved in value. They are
now redeemed at the Agency in this place,
in Central Bank Bills, and are taken gene
rally by our Merchants in payment of debts
and for goods. They are in reality worth
more than Central Bank Bills, for the
directors have made arrangements to re
sume business in the fall, upon the same
basis ns the other Banks—so that if we
should have a circulation redeemable in spe
cie the Hawkinsville Bank will be prepar
ed to resume on the same terms with the
most favored institutions. These facts are
obtained from an authentic source, and may
be relied on. The papers at a distance, by
altering their quotations of the value of this
money, may be benefitting the public.—
Macon Messenger.
Hatred and Pity. —There is this differ
ence between hatred and pity : pity is a
thing often avowed, seldom felt; hatred is
a thing often felt, seldom avowed.
The recent Anti-Slavery Convention at
Mount Vernon, Ohio, was assailed by a mob,
while Judge King, their candidate for Gov
ernor, was addressing the assembly.
Two dead whales have been discovered,
at different places, and by the crews of dif
ferent vessels, near Boston Haibor. As the
jaws of both were broken, they are suppos
ed to have killed each other.
© ea o © a m & il □
For (he “Southern Miscellany.’’
THE MOTHER.
What an association springs up in the
mind at the mention of the name of mother!
At the sound of that hallowed name, mem
ory carries us back to the scenes of boy
hood, and brings up the most pleasing re
miniscence of the past! The tender solici
tude and parental care of a Mother for her
son, what language can pourtray I what pen
cil can delineate, or imagination picture her
deep-seated affection? A mother’s love!—
it is as unfading as time itself! as imperish
able as the throne of the Most High! It
burns with undimmed lustre under all the
shifting and changing scenes of life. Let
disease lay hold on her child, and around
his feverish couch she hovers like a minis
tering angel, and pours the balm of conso
lation upon his troubled spirit—administers
cooling draughts to his parched lips—smooths
his pillow, and bathes his arching temples
with the soothing anodyne, which causes
the gentle slumber of her child! He sleeps
—pleasant dreams are passing through his
mind—a smile plays upon bis lips. His re
pose is sweet —for he sleeps with the con
sciousness that she who boie him is guard
ing his slumbers! Let the world frown up
on his waywardness—let poverty encircle
his path, and friends that once cherished
him cast him off as his waning fortunes ap
proach ; he can then turn to his mother with
the pleasing consciousness that she will nev
er forsake him. As misfortunes thicken
around his path, the more tenderly she
embraces him, and nourishes the stricken
reed, and buoys up the sinking spirit. Im
mure him in the loathsome dungeon—rob
him of his good name—brand him with the
felou’s brand—and, yet, she clings the clo
ser to her boy, and throws around him her
protecting arm!
PETER.
For the “ Southern Miscellany.”
TEMPERANCE.
Who objects to this ? The man who morn
ing, noon and night takes his glass objects
not, because, forsooth, he is a temperate
drinker. He is in no danger, he thinks,
and whilst he thinks so, forgets all the while
that every confirmed drunkard once thought
so, when he was a temperate drinker. The
•man who is far, very far, gone in his cups, ob
jects not to Temperance in the abstract;
thinks it a very good thing, and, indeed, if
he were a drunkard lie would very soon ab
stain and right bis position in society. The
drunkard himself—the man of the stoop and
the gutter —the plaything of boyish painters
and full-grown children—when sober ob
jects not; admits it would be good for him,
and is good to others; but, then, lie is not
quite so far gone as this man, or that man:
not lie! He never drinks at home, or if he
docs, ’lis but moderately. The man who
abstains entirely, instead of objecting, prais
es it to the skies—oh ! it is the tiling—and
lie counts up the years by fives, and tens,
and, perhaps, twenties, s ; nce he has tasted
the “unclean thing,” and makes profei t of
himself, as demonstrative evidence of the
advantages of Temperance.
Notwithstanding the general admission,
of all classes of men, that Temperance is
beneficial—that it is the very salvation of
the Drunkard, and of the moderate drinker
—yet, from every one of these classes, with
the admission upon their tongue, many are
to be found who withhold their co-operation
from the only agency (except Religion)
which lias yet been found sufficiently potent
to carry forward the great cause of Temper
ance. Is not this strange ? I simply ask
the question: I leave its reconciliation of
precept and practice with those whom it
may fit.
There are some men, howevei, of another
description—some who ar e almost persuaded
to take the pledge, but they are not alto
gether. There’s the rub. Agrippa was al
most peisuadedto be a Christian, and yet he
died without the soul-inspiring faith of
Christ.
I should be pleased to know how near a
man is to the pledge who is almost persuaded.
Is lie within three drinks a day of it-=-or a
glass or two of wine, at a dinner party —or
a clear quart of Coniac per diem ? I appre
hend that different men who are almost per
suaded are within different points of distance
from the pledge, according to the different
amount of liquor they are in the habit of
drinking.
“Almost persuaded.” What does that
mean ? Does it mean that one objection
after another, one difficulty after another
have been removed, until now, there is but
a faint lingering objection—a frail yielding
difficulty which interposes such slight obsta
cles to a full consent to the pledge—that in
a very short time the mind and conscience
will yield and the hand subscribe the pledge ?
Is that it? If it be, ought not the man who
lias found all bis strong and, as be thought
once, insuperable objections yield to the
power of truth, until now he holds back only
because of one or more, which are them
selves yielding, to come out at once and
brushing these cob-web difficulties out of
his way, march up to the pledge, and look
ing it, in its length and breadth, height and
depth, full in the face, put down his name?
1 fear, however, “almost persuaded,” in
the vocabulary of these men, means very
far from being persuaded. “Almost per
suaded”—and are not the mind and the con
science both fortifying themselves against a
full conviction with all their power ? “Al
most persuaded”—and isthere any vigorous
effort to be fully persuaded ? “Almost per
suaded”—and yet the pledge is so far in the
distant future that the man, in the whole
range of his coming being, never calculates
to reach it. Tho point is not fixed, iu the
time that is to be, when lie’ll take it. “Al
most persuaded”—and if the cause depen
ded upon the assistance and influence of such
friends, verily the persuasions upon the pub
lic mind would be like the last lingering
light of departing day—going down into the
gloom of coming night.
OBSERVER.
{£7*A lot of milk cows were recently sold
by the Sheriff of Harding County, Ken
tucky, for thirty-seven cents a peace!
For the “ Southern Misctllany.”
FROM THE SCRAP-BOOK OF }. BROWN, OS’
PINCIIBACK.
“The ’glory of man is as the flower of grass”.
Testament.
Oh Time! thou great scather of human
glory ! How relentless are thy burying, de
structive fangs! With tliee, alone by the
immortal aid of printing, can man battle
arid thus throw thy buried records upon suc
ceeding generations. Such reflections pass
ed through my mind as my eye glanced over
my recollections, amongst which I found
the following paragraph:
January 28, 1836.
“This day was one of unusual excitement
amongst our community. A company of
volunteer soldiers had lately been formed by
tho young men residing in ourcounty, (prin
cipally in the village.) They bad received
orders from the Governor of the State, and
were assembled on the public square to form
the line of march, to battle with the treach
erous Indian in the swamps of Florida.”
Amongst this band of brethren in arms
many of our most promising young men
were enrolled. Some of tlie tendorest as
sociations were about to be severed— •
a bosom heaved, and many a tear v.
in looking, as for the last time, open ihtl’cro,
husbands and friends about to depart upon
this perilous enterprize.
Silent and thoughtful was the aspect of
many a brave soldier of this band—no swag
gering valor was visible upr-n their counte
nances; yet these same men fought with the
utmost bravery and nobly did their duty.
Asa looker on, at this moment of depar
ture, I saw mounted upon the steps of the
Court yard palings a subaltern officer wbo
had been particularly active in drilling, and
forming for duty, this company of soldiers.
Ah! lie was a hero. Possessed by nature
with an ardent temperament—a violent po
litician—great at a helter-skelter harangue
he thus, at this moment, addressed his fel
low soldiers : “ Companions in war my
heart bleeds! the tears scorch my cheeks!
I am bursting for revenge ! revenge to be
only to quit when the scalps of these vaga
bond rascally Indians shall fill my knapsack.”
He flourished bis musket in tlie air, and
with his vociferous valor descended from
his elevated position info the common level
of rank and file.
My friend, Dr. R , standing amyngst
the crowd, said to me, “ what a brave soldier
he is; there will be no mistake in him; he
will distinguish himself.” I had my doubts:
I had heard this saying from youth up,
•‘A barking dog never
The company went to its destination, and
faithfully did its duty. My first enquiry on
its return was directed to the conduct of this
valorous subaltern; 1 beard that immediate
ly on entering the enemy’s country his valor
“oozed”—he was generally very much de
pressed, partly by despondency and partly
by sickness. So it was, he never fired a
gun at “ those ruthless foes.”
The greatest casualities arc often caused
by the most trifling incidents in their original
effect upon the end contemplated. The fate
of empires have been materially changed by
a single word from some wily diplomatist;
the most dreadful wars have terminated by
the sagacity and management of some skilful
hero. Now, who knows, but if the health
and spirits of this subaltern hero had been
preserved, that this most disastrous Florida
war would have long since terminated—and
he, the valorous and fearless sergant, now
the President of these United States?
Mns©®Msuiiiyo
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