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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 PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY MORNING AT THE VERY LOW PRICE OF TWO DOLLARS AND FIFTY CENTS PER ANNUM ONE DOL LAR AND FIFTY CENTS FOR SIX MONTHS IN ADVANCE. MADISON, GEO : Saturday, July 30, 18-19. OUR AGENTS. Mr. Richard O. Echols has been employed as a i ravelling Agent for the “ Southern Miscellany.” He is fully authorized to solicit subscribers, adventsements 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 we hope ull those who feel any interest in our enterprise will render him such assistance as may he best calcu lated to materially increase our subscription list. Mr. W. W. 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