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4 T Vatch of new Materials. A watch
Iras been presented to the Academy of
Scienoe at Pans, Constructed of very curious
material, the parts being principally formed
of rock crystal; It was made by Mr. Ro
deflier, and,is small in size. The integral
works are visible; the two teethed wheels
that carry the hands are rock crystal, the
other wheels of metal, to prevent accidents
from the breaking of springs. All the
Screws are fixed in crystal, and all the axles
turn on the rubies. The escapement is of
saphire, the balance wheel of rock crystal,
and its springs of gold. The regularity of
the watch, as a time-keeper, is attributed
by the maker to the feeble expansion of
rock crystal on the balance wheel, and so
forth.
The London Globe says that the most
rigid winter on record is probably that of
1709, called by distinction the “ cold win
ter.” All the rivers and lakes were frozen
to the bottom, and eVcn tin* seas were iee-
Bound to the distance of several miles from
the shore. Birds and beasts were strewed
dead in the fields, ami human beings perish
ed by thousands in their houses. In Eng
land wheat rose in price from <£2 to £4
per quarter. The year 1740 was.also very
cold, a whole ox being roasted on the
Thames. The years of extreme heat were
much less frequent, the most remarkable be
ing 178 Sand 1831, the latter is distinguish
ed by its excellent vintage, and the appear
ance of a brilliant comet.
Pure Christianity never was, nor ever
can be, the national religion of any country
upon earth. It is a gold too refined to be
worked up with any human institution, with
out a large portion of alloy; form) sooner
is this small grain of mustard seed watered
with the Fertile showers of civil emoluments,
than it grows up a large and spreading tree,
under the shelter of whose branches and
leaves, the birds of prey and plunder, will
not fail to make themselves comfortable hab
itations, and thereby deface its beauty and
destroy its fruits.
Military Etiquette.— The following letter
from Gen. Scott, which seems to settle a re
cently controverted point of military eti
quette, has been banded to us for publica
tion by the gentleman who took measures to
procure it. The note is addressed to a mem
ber of Congress, who was requested to write
to Gen'. Scott on the subject.— Salon Register.
War Bujlping, July IS, 1842.
My Dear Sir; —Among the military ques
tions referred to me weekly—nay almost
daily, by volunteer and militia officers, all
over the United States, 1 recollect ono re
cently received from Massachusetts (and I
think Salem or Lynn) which was substanti
ally the same with that propounded by your
correspondent.
I am far from complaining of the frequen
cy of sucli interrogatories. On thexontrary,
1 am always happy, so faras my professional
knowledge ami humble influence may ex
tend, to propagate just military notions ami
practice among my brethren of the militia
generally.
Escorts of honor, except funeral escorts,
throughout European armies, as in ours,
always march off’ right in front. This cyder 1
of march is contiuued to the end, unless
the distance to be passed bo so considerable
as to require at least one half for rest un'd
refreshment, when the front nrav be changed
—particularly if the escort be a large one, be
cause (besides the inconvenience of dust) it
is much more fatiguing to march long in the
rear, than iff the front of a column, even
when the depth is but small.
Such changes of front are common in ail
long marches, and there is no reason why
they should not be also made in escorts of
honor. But it is repeated, that the latter,
like fill other columns, begin the single, or
day’s march, right in front. This is the point
rs honor . Funeral escorts are the excep-\
tions. They begin (and commonly continue
and end) left in front.
I am sure such is the universal practice,
except in Boston, and of that exception 1
first heard in 182 G, from my friend, Adju
tant General Summer. A slight convfersa-i
tion satisfied him of the error of the local
practice.
With great respect and esteem, I remain
my dear sir, yours very truly.
WINGFIELD SCOTT.
VALUE OF NEWSI’APERS.
We make the follpwing extract from an
oration, delivered by Rev. Mr. Winslow, on
the Fourth of July, 182S. The Reverend
gentleman’s opinion is a correct one—and
we beg to call the attention of our readers
to the sentence which we have italicised.
“As ready vehicles of public intelligence
and instruction, newspapers arc of indis
pensable service ; they are eminently repub
lican. They are the most constant com
panions and teachers of the people. In
their daily visits they are at the doors of tlieir
patrons to give them the news, first in the
morning and first hi the evening; frequent
ly they breakfast, and difte, and sup with
them ; they entertain them in the parlor and
advise them in the oounting room; (hey
travel with them in all the coaches, cars and
steambonts, upon the public ways ; there is
not an athemeum, nor leading room, nor
house ot entertainment, nor any place of \
public daily resort, where their forms are, j
not seen and their voices heard. They are ‘
in truth the omnipresent geniuses and tute- t
lary goddesses of the people—and if there
be any truth in the proverb, that they who
peipetually have our cars, have at last our
fiktth, their influence must be great and ex- !
cesive upon the destinies of this republic, i
Considering their immense power over tho
public mind, every goud citizen must see the !
importance of endeavoringtosaveihem from !
perversion,of elevating their character, arid
diseminatingthem as widely as possible. Ev
ery family that can afford it should take at least
one paper,and should exercise the most wise dis- \
crimination in the selection. Few men confer
more benefit upon the community thau good
ediors,andfewdomore harm than had onefe.”
A termagent told her spouse that she be
lieved he was related tpthe devil. Only by 1
marriage, waslhe cool rejrly.
For the “Southern Miscellany.”
“The greatest casuaijties are often caused by die most
trifling incidentsln their original effect upon the end
contemplated.”—J. Brown, of Pinciiback.
Mr. Editor —l have not forgotten the pro
mise I male to your readers in my former
corsirffunication, to serve up for tlieir espe
cial gratification an essay upon the subject
which appears at the head of this article.
No, sir, I have not forgotten it, I assure you.
So you need lie, under no further appre
hension that “ Jesse” will not stick up to his
promise. lam a man of my word, sir, as
you will most certainly find out, by and by.
And, as to backing our, the very thought is
slander upon me ; and the expression of that
thought is a downright libel. So I can tell
you, (between you and me) you have “wak
ed up the wrong passenger.” 1 have no
need of any exhortation upon the subject.
Back out —turn tail—hack ! Why I have a
great mind to , but I won’t say it.
I’ll let you off’ this time ; But take core, sir,
the next time. lam an edged tool—a keen
instrument, and won’t bear handling with
unpractised hands. I told you just as plain
as words could make it, that I was writing
for praise, and that I had just as soon you
would praise me as ahy body else. Little
did I expect then to see in your notice to
correspondents, that “ you would hold me
to all my promises.” lam just about able
to hold myself to all 1 promise, and don’t
intend to ask help. But if I should chartge
my mind—people change their minds some
times—-why, I will just call on you to help
me, as you have so kindly ottered to do it
without asking. But don’t speak of the
possibility of my “ backing out,” if you love
me ; for you will convey to your readers the
impression that “ Jesse” is one of those
vaporing, swaggering sort o’ class, who are
great adepts in jdaying on a Certain sort of
wind instrument, or who, in other words,
“areall talk and no cider.”
But there’s an old fellow now reading
tlii3, who belongs to the old school—l think
I sec him with “ specialties on nose” curious
ly studying what has beet} written above,
and kind o’ compares it with my text, and
lifter laying -the two along side—-by side,
crustily remarks—“ Why, what it: the name
of folly dues the fellow mean ? This is a
pretty beginning for an essay upon a grave
subject.” Now, don’t be in too great a hur
ry old gentleman. Don’t condemn the be
ginning until you havo read the conclusion,
or understand its application to my subject.
If you had thought well before you spoke,
you would have perceived that it presents a
most forcible illustration of the text itself.
For insfanfce —the text says, “tho greatest
carnalities ( I presume the writer meant cas
ualties) are Often caused by the most trifling
incidents in the original eflect upon the end
contemplated.”
Now for the application'of the foregoing to
the subject under consideration. I wrote a
communication to the printer, from Pinhopk
Point, which he was pleased to set up in
type, and spread upon the pages of the last
“ Miscellany.” This was a trifling incident.
The end contemplated, wasa little fun for
the reader, and a small bit of praise for tnv
self. The greet casualty, caused by this
trifling incident, in its original, or. first effect,’
is tho touch up which the printer has given
“ Jesse”—the touch down I have given the
printer—which have already happened, and
the writing oat this most excellent essay,
which is about now to happen, all most
strange accidents —or casualties—or casual
ties, as Mr. J. Brown, of Pinciiback, has it
—and lie has as much right to make a word
as I have, and I am sure, I would make
one to suit me, if I could not pick up one
already made to my notion.
But to the matter.in hand—our subject
naturally divides itself-—as the preachers
say—into no distinct propositions, or rather,
no grand division's. It is a perfect whole,
beginning just where it starts, and ending
just where it stops. It asserts neither more
nor less than what is contained in the words
used—and if there is any thing in it, that
does not appear upon its face, or any inde
fiiiitenesß of expression about it at all; it is
not (he fault of the words I am sure, for the
words are most excellent words, and mean
just what they say. But if it should so hap
pen, that any offe should fail to apprehend
its true meaning—I mean the sense of the
whole, as a whole—and should not clearly
perceive the legitimate connexion existing
between the beginning and the end—or the
head and the tail. This in itself would on
ly be another proof of the truth of the text.
It would boa casualty, though, by-tbo-by,
not a very great one—caused by the trilling
incident—a want of point in the expression,
or, at least, a want of analogy between the
end and the beginning. But to be more
particular—
Though there be no gland divisions in
our text, yet a close observer can discover
that it may be cilt up or dissected, as the
doctors say, into four quarters: 1. Casuati
ties are caused. 2. By trifling incidents.’
3. In their- original eflect. 4, Upon the end
contemplated. Now just say did you ever
perceive a more beautiful arrangement of
parts, seperated thus; there is no more de
pendence of the one upon the other than
the four quarters of an ox after he has been
regularly cut up by the knife of the butcher.
Every idea speaks for itself. Consider well
—a casualty—that’s a word—is caused—
here is the beginning of the argument and
the end—all in a nut-shell—a casualty is
effused ; well, who disputes it ? have you
not seen a verification of this truth ? ’tis
plain as day—no labored argument is neces
sary to prove that easualities are caused.
But our text says the greatest casualties are
caused—firstly—and caused, too, in the se
cond place, by the most trifling incidents.
And is not this declaration mbst strongly
sustained liy exjierimental proofs and prac
tical illustrations, condensed and concentra
ted by the combined wisdom and experience
of the world at large in their observations
and notions of matters and things ip gene
ral, besides their scrutiny into separate and
distinct things in particular! All of which
have a distiuct and heavy bearing upon the
subject under consideration in the present
instance, and all which are calculated to
1 sited a most brilliant light upon the dark
ness which to a casual observer might seem
to rest upon the third anil fourth quarters of
3 D l£f %JlmJi St mU 2 $ Alt *2? *
our text, but which weheg leave4odeny, in
asmuch as it’s clearly true, that the original
effects upon the end contemplated, always
enter into the mind of the trifling incident
which is about to cause the great casualty,
and thus gives shape, and size, and meaning,
and individuality, and identity to the end
contemplated. So that in all matters of the
soit, which might turn up “in a case of that
kind,” whether by hook or by crook—by
by accident, design, or otherwise, there
would he no possible difficulty in tracing
the end contemplated back to its original
effect—the great casualty, caused by the
most trifling incident. Why, to my mind,
it is a clear case, as clear as mud ; and if
your readers, Mr. Editor, are not satisfied
with my explanation of the subject, or there
should be any that cannot exactly get the
“hang of the thing,” why, sir, I cannot help
it. I think the essay a very good one my
self, and the elucidation of the subject hard
to beat. But I shall try my band at tersi
fying next time—sec if I don’t.
JESSE.
Pinhook* Foint.
Pinceillc, May 2Sllt, ISI2.
To Mr. Thompson:
Dear Sir —Ever since I read that piece
in the Companion, ’bout the Great Attrac
tion, and cousin Peter, its been on my mind
to write? you a letter, but the boys ’lowed
I’d better not, because ymt mongnt take me
off in the Levy. Bat something happened
to me’tother night, so monstrous pervokin,
that I can’t help tellin you ’bout it, so you
can put other young chaps on their gat'd.*
It all come of chawin so much tobacker, and
I reckin I’ve wished there was no such plagy
stuff', morc’n five hundred times since it hap
pened. You know the Stallionses lives on
the plantation in the summer time and goes
to town in the winter. Well,. Miss Mary
- Stallions, as you knows is the dariinest little
gal in tho county, come home ’tother day to
- see her folks. You know she’s-been to the
Female College, down to Macon for most a
year now. Before she went, she used to be
jest as plain as an old shoe, and used to go
fishin and hnckleberryin with us, with nothin
but a calico suu-bonnet on, and wastlie wild
est thing you ever saw. Well, I always
used to have a sort of a stieakin notion of
Mary Stallions, and so when she come home,
I brushed up, and was ’tarminod to have a
right serious talk with her ’bout old matters;
not knovvin but she might be captivated by
some of them Macon fellers. So, sure
enough, off’ l started, unbeknowin to any
body, and rode right over to the plantation
-—you know ours is right iinin the widder
Sfalliorses. Well, when I got thar, I felt
a little sort o’ sheepish, hut I soon got over
that, when Miss Carline said (but she didn’t
mean me to hear lief)'“There, Pinny, (that's
he r nick-name, you know,) there’s your bo
come.” Miss Mary looked mighty sort o’
redish when I shuck her hand and told her
howdy, and she made a sort o’ stoop over
and a dodge hack, like the little gals does
to the school-marm, and said “goodevening
Mr. Jones,” (she used to always call me
jest Joe,) “Take a chair, Joseph,” said Miss
Carline, and vve all sot down in the parlor,
and I begin talkin to Miss Mary ’bout Ma
con, and the loug ride she bad, and the bad
roads, and the monstrous hot weather, and
the like. She didn’t soy much, but was in
a mighty good humor and laughed a heap.
I told her I never seed such a change in any
body, nor I never did—'why, she didn’t
look like the same gal —good gracious! she
looked so nice and trim—-jest like some o’
them picters you have in the “Companion
and Ladies’ Murrer,” with her hair all
coined down Mongshlo her face, as slick and
shiny as a mahogany burow. ’ When she
laughed she didn’t open her motfth like she
used to, and she set up strait and still in her
chair, and looked so different, but so killin
pretty! I ax’d her a heap o’ questions,
’bout how she liked Macon, and the Female
College, and SO forth; and she told nte a
heap ’bout ’em. But old Miss Stallions and
Miss Carline and Miss Kesiah, and all pf
’em, kep all the time ‘terruplin us so'we
couldn't say nothin much, axin ’bout mother
—if sho was well, and if she was gwine to
the Spring church next Sunday, and what
luck she had with her soap, aud all such
stuff, anil I do believe I told the old woman
tnore’n twenty times that mother’s old hen
turky was setiin on fourteen eggs. Well, I
mint to be hacked out tliat-a-way, so I kep
it a goin the best I could, till bimeby old.
Miss Stallions let her knittin fall three ol
four times, and then begin to nod and snap
back like afishin jiiflc that was all the time
gitin bites. I seed the gals lookin at one
another and pinchin one another’s elbows,
anil Miss Mary said she wondered vvliat
time it was, and said the College disci
ples or disciplines, or something like mat;
didn’t ’low late hours. I 6eed how the
game was gwine—but howsumever,. I kept
talkin to her like a cotton gin in packin
time, us hard as I could clip it, and
bimeby tho old lady went tubed, and arter
a bit the gals all cleared, and left Miss Ma
ry to herself. That was jest the thing I
wanted. Well, she sot on one side of the
fire-place, and 1 sot on tother, so I could
spit on the hath, where there was nothin but
a lightwood chunk burnin to give light.
Well, we talked and talked, and I know you
would like to hear all wc talked about, but
that would bee too long. When I’m very
interested in any thing, or git vexed at any
thing, I can’t help chawin a heap o’ toback- !
er, and then 1 spits uncontionublc, ’special
ly if I’m talkin. Well, vve sot there and
talked, aud the way 1 spit, was ’larmirt to
the crickets ! 1 axed her if she had any
hose down to Macon, “Oh, yes,” she said,
and then she went ou and named Matthew
Mattes, Nat. Filosophy, Al. Gchra, Retric
Stronamy, and a whole heap of fellers, that
sho’d boon keepin company with most all
her time. “Well,” says I, “ I spose they’re
’mazin poplar with you, aint they, Miss
Mary ?” for 1 felt mighty oneasv, and begin
to spit a great deal worse. “Yes,” says
she, “they’re the most interestin compan
ions I ever had. lam anxious to resume
their pleasant geiety.” I tell you what, that
sort o’ stumped nte, and I spit right slap on
•Should the publication of this letter, b regarded l>y
our Pitteviile friend, as a violation of confidence, we
refer him to this sentence as authority for making it
public- How else could wc so effectually carry out fats
philanthropic design?
the chunk and made it “ flicker and flare”
like the mischief; it was a good thing it did,
for I flushed blue. I turned my tobacker
round in rriy mouth, and spit two or three
times, aud the old chunk kept up a bomiua
ble fryin. “ Then I ’spose your gwine to
forget old acquaintances,” says I, “since
yoijs bin to Macon, among them lawyers
and doctors; is you Miss Mary ? You thinks
more o’ them than you doe 9 of any body
else, I ’spose,” “Oh,” says she, “I am de
voted to them—l think of them day and
niglit!” That was 100 much—it shot me
right up, and 1 sot as still as could be for
nture’n a minute. I never felt so warm be
hind the ears afore in all my life.. Thunder!
bow my blood did bile tip all over me, and
I felt like I could knock Matthew Matics
into a gin shop, if he’d only bin thar. Miss
Mary sot with her liandkerclter up to her
face, and I looked right into the fire place.
The blue blazes vVa?tunnin round overthe
old chunk, ketchin hold here ami lettin go
thar, sometimes gwine most out, and then
blazin up a little—l couldn’t speak—l was
makirt up my mind for tellin her the sitea
tion of uy heart—l was jest gwine to tell
her my fcelins, but my mouth was full of
tobacker, so I had to spit, and slap it went,
right on the lightwood chunk, and out it
went, spang! Iswar, I never did feel so
in all my born days. I didn?t know what to
do. “My Lord, Mbs Mary.” says I, “I
didn’t go to do it—jest tell me the way to
the kitchen, and I’ll go and git a light.”
But site never said nothin, so I sot down
agin, thinkin she’d gone to git one herself.
It was pitch dark, and I couldn’t see my
hand afore my face. Well, I sot thar and
ruminated, and waited a longtime, but site
didn’t come, so I begin to think maybe she
was not gone. I couldn’t hear nothin, nor
I couldn’t see nothin, so himeby says I, very
low, for I didn’t want to wake up the fami
ly, says I, “Miss Mary ! Miss Marys” but
nobody answered. Thinks 1, whats to be
done? I tryed agin, “Miss Mary! Miss
Mary!” but it was no use. Then I heard
the gals suickcrin and laughin in the next
room. I begin to see how it was; Miss
Mary was gone and left me thar alone.
“Whars my hat?” says I, pretty loud, so
somebody might tell me, but they only
laughed worse. I begin to feel about the
room, and the first thing I knew, spang!
goes .my head, rite agin tho edge of the door
that was staudin open. The fire flew, and
l couldn’t help but sivar a little, “and n
the door,” says I, “whars my hat?” but
nobody said nothin, so I begin to think it
was best to git out the best way I could, and’
never mind my hat. Well, I got through
the parlor door after rakin my shins three
or four times agin the chairs, and was feelin
along through the entry for the front door,
but somehow I was so flustrated that I tuck
the rung way, and bimeby kerslash 1 went,
rite over old MissStallioncses spinnin wheel,
onto the floor; I hurt myself a good deal,
but-that didn't make me half so mad as to
hear them confounded* gals a gigglin and
laughin at me. “Oh,” said one of ’em, (it
was Miss Kesiah for I knmvcd bet- voice,)
“ there goes mother's wheel! my Lord !” I
tried to set the cussed thing up, but it seem
ed tohayermire’tit twenty legs,“and wouldn’t
stand up no how—ntaby it was broke. I
went out the door, but 1 hadn't more’n got
down the-steps, when bow! wow! wow!,
comes four or five dratted great big chon
dogs, rite at me, “Git out! git out! bellow,
Sampson! call off your -dogs!” says I, as
loud as I could. But Sampson was sound
a dead nigger, and If I hadn’t a run hack
into the hall, and got out the front way as
quick as I could, them devils would o’
chawed my bones for true. When I got to
my horse, I felt like a feller jest out of a
hottiet’S nest, and I reckon I went home a
little of the quickest. Next mornin old
Miss Stallions sent nty lint by a little nigger,
but I haint seed Mary Stallions since. Now
you see what comes o’ chawin tobacker!
No more from your friend, till death.
JOS. JONES.
P. S. I believe Miss Maty’s gone to the
Female College agin. If you see her, I
wish you would say a good word to her for
me, and tell her I foigives her all, and I
hope she will do the same by me. Don’t
you thinkl better write her aletter? Cousin
Peter makes a mighty sight o’ game of me
about it, but I can shut him up slick ns you
please, by jest tellin him’bout the “Great
Attraction.” He says he knovv’d it was one
of the showmen all the time, and that he
jest made tend he didn’t for fun. But the
Pineville folks know better’n that. Cause,
why didn’t he go to the show the next
night? When the boys plagues him, he
says he’ll bold you ’sponsible for injerin his
practice. But dont you be skeered, for he
never had no practice. Tween you and me,
uncle Josh better kep him home in the fust
place, for he’ll have to support him anyhow,
and it costs more to keep one doctor riot
two common people you know.
— ■
ENGLISH ITEMS.
The Queen was in perfect health, at last
accounts; so were the “young uns,” and
Albert.
Os the Raffaet and M. Angelo drawings,
which cost Sir T. Lawrence <£30,000, half
have been sold to thtf King of the Nether
lands, anil the residue purchased by the
University of Oxford.
A femalo child sporting two heads, but in
other respects perfect, is now exhibiting in
Chappie Street, Nevv-road, London.
The Belgian speculation pf running the
British Queen between Antwerp and New
York seems rather unlikely to answer. On
tho two voyages made, there has been a loss
of c£B,ooo sterling. The English crew has
-been replaced by Dutchmen.
The annual income of the Marquis of
Waterford from land alone is <£75,000.
Cotton Ware-House,
V,. Augusta, Georgia.
HAVING tnken the commodious Fire-Proof Ware
house, formerly occupied by Simms, Williams &
Woolsey, and latterly by S. Kneeland & Son, which,
lor safety, is surpassed by none in the city, the subscri
ber will devote himself exclusively to die Warehouse
and Commission business. All business entrusted to
his core shall have his prompt attention.
His Warehouse is centrally located, and he trusts
bis past experience will enable him to render entire
satisfaction. His former customers and friends will, he
hopes, continue their patronage-
SAMUEL CLARKE.
August 80 3m*Sl
Mils©©Minayo
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; August 20, 1842.
TO READERS AND CORRESPONDENTS.
.Webeg to inform our correspondent “Justice'’ that
wcare not disposed to join issue with him in regard
to the correctness of our opinions, or the propriety of
oureditorial policy. We have endeavored thus far
to be independent and candid in the exercise pf our
editorial prerogative. So we shall continue to be,
regardless of the strictures or threats of those who
may differ with us in matters of taste.
“ The perfection of mind,” &c., by “Harrington,” is
received, and, though rather long, we will endeavor
to give it place in our next. We would be glad to
hear from the writer again, on some more familiar
theme. Can he not weave us a short tale accasion
ally ?
We desire to make our paper useful as well as enter
taining. With this view we have devoted a portion
of our space to agricultural matter, which we would
be glad to fill with articles from the pens of our own
planters. We have access to numerous agricultural
works, but, though no farmer ourself, we are aware
that practical farming is not the same at the North
as at the South, and that the information we might
glean from Northern sources would be of little value
to the Southern planter. Will not some of our plan
ters aid us in this department ? Wilt they not give
us the results of their own practice and experience,
thereby confirming a favor not only upon us, but up
on the large and respectable class, whose interests
wc hope to serve ?
We have transferred Major Jones’ letter toour columns
in the hope that he will honoi us by becoming a reg
ular contributor to the “Miscellany.” His kind ex
pressions of personal regard for ourfelfertcourrgoa us
to indulge jhis hope. Shall we be disappointed ?
We most cordially invite our old friends and corres
pondents to the pages of the “ Miscellany,” in the
hope that we may renew, through its pages, the plea
sant, and, we trust, profitable intercourse that has so
long subsisted between us.
TO THE PATRONS OF THE “ MISCELLANY.”
The Publisher of the” Miscellany,” takes
pleasure in announcing to -bis readers that
he has effeoted an arrangement with Mr.
W. T. Thompson, favorably known to the
Southern public as editor of the “ Augusta
Mirror,” and more recently of the “ Family
Companion,” Macon, by which he lias se
cured his valuable services to the “ Southern
Miscellany.” The Publisher has been in
fluenced in this arrangement by a desire to
render the paper in every respect deserving
the patronage he solicits for it; and he sin
cerely hopes that the public will duly ap
preciate his exertions to serve them, and,
by a prompt arid generous support, enable
him successfully to prosecute his enterprize.
Mr. Thompson will, in future,have charge
of the Editorial department—will devote
himself also as contributor—and, in conjunc
tion with the Publisher, use every exertion
to render the “Miscellany” an entertaining
and valuable Southern Family Neicspaper.
C. R. HANLEITER.
Madison, August 20th, 1842.
By the card above the readers of the “Mis
cellany” will learn that the undersigned has
formed a connection with the Publisher, by
which the editorial control of the paper
will hereafter devolve upon him. In enter
ing upon the responsible duties of his new
relation, lie feels it only necessary to assure
the patrons and friends of the “ Miscellany”
that its character as q strictly neutral, domes
tic journal will be preserved unchanged,
and that so far a3 his exertions may contri
bute to advance and improve the work—so
far as they may tend to the perfection of the
original plan, they will be most cheerfully
and zealously rendered. Located in one of
the most eligible villages, in the very heart
of our State, at the head of rail-road com
munication, and surrounded by rich and
well settled counties—with all of which we
enjoy unusual mail facilities—there is no
reason why a well conducted journal, de
voted to literature, news, and useful intelli
gence, should not receive a competent sup
port. Sanguine in the belief that a liberal
patronage awaits a proper degree of exer
tion, tho undersigned, in conjunction with
the enterprizing Publisher, is resolved to
devote his best energies to render the “Mis
cellany” all that its most zealous friends
could desire it to be; and he hopes that lie
may be cheered in his labors by the encour
agement and support of many of his old
friends and patrons who in days past have
sustained his feeble efforts in the cause of
Southern literature,
W. T. THOMPSON.
05®* We tender our thanks to the Hon.
Mark A. Cooper for the following interest
ing documents : Report on the Commercial
Relations of the United States vyith foreign
nations; Mr. C.’s speech on the Tariff Bill.
05®’ The editor of the “Savannah Re
publican” informs us that the editor of the
“Orion” was not the author of the reply to
our notice of that work. We merely sur
mised the fact, and arc happy to be corrected.
“ THE MAGNOLIA ”
For August was received just as we were
going to press last week—of course too
late for a notice. The new publishers are
making good their pledge in reference to the
typographical execution of the work, and
the interior is in keeping foe exterior
—decidedly improved. The contents of
the present number are mainly good. We
might pick a few faults, and could praise
much, but we are not in foe vein for that
now. We must, however, express our ad
miration of the remarks by the editor on
Mr. Griswold’s Poets of America. We
sincerely hope Mr. Simms will take up the
subject again, and not let it drop until he
lta3 given these sticklers for ‘national’ litera
ture their due. How ridiculous to hear
men prating about “national literature,”’
and berating us of the South for our sec
tion ality, when they have not the generosity
or the manliness to admit some of the best
poets in the country into the collection of
“ The American Poets,” simply because—
for no other reason can be assigned—they
are Southern men ; this, too, when the mere
est drivelers and rhymsters of foe East and
North arc paraded among the laureled
bards of the land ! We would like to have
given a more extended notice of the “Mag
nolia,” but to economize space, we have
concluded td give each of the monthlies a
passing notice, and about once every three
months or so, to give them a “ quarterly re
view,” passing our humble judgment upon
tlieir respective merits as we shall deem
them deserving, with all candor, but Without
fear or favor.
..’ V ‘
O'/®* We learn from McDonough that a
young man by tbe name of Henry Clark
committed suicide in that village, on Tues
day evening last, by blowing his brains out
with a pistol. As near as we can gather the
facts the unfortunate young man had formed
an attachment which was disapproved by his
father, who sent him from home to prevent
its consumation. A few dayg since, he re
ceived a letter from a sister of the youug la
dy informing him of her death, and that the
separation had been the cause of her untime
ly end. On the receipt of this letter he de
clared his determination to kill himself,
which threat he put in execution by discharg
ing a pistol into his neck, horribly mutilating
his face and bead. If tbe story, as we hear
it, be true, we envy not tho feelings of the
inexorable parent. We. understand foe de
ceased has connections in Massachusetts,
Ohio and Pennsylvania, to whom his melan
choly fate will be sail intelligence indeed.
CT 5 * A number of tbe merchants of Ma
con have issued a circular to the planters,
recommending them to hold their Cotton
for specie funds, and expressing their deter
mination to receive depreciated money on
ly at its par-value. Some fifty merchants of
Columbus, and the principal business men
of Talbotton have issued similar cards, in
which they pledge themselves that “from and
after the first day of September next, they
will receive no bank or individual bill, in
any contract whatever, made after that date,
except at the specie value.” This is the on
ly way to rid tho country of its depteciated
currency, and we hope the planters will
promptly co-operate with the merchants in
effecting so desirable an object.
We have received a copy of M The
Youth’s Emancipator,” an abolition paper,
published at Oberlin, Ohio. Like its kin
dred, its brief dimensions are filled with dis
gusting misrepresentations and hypocritical
cant, the chief aim of which seems to be to
extort from thoughtless youths, their pocket
change and raise up enemies to our institu
tions. The motto is from Revelations—
“ rob not the poor, because he is poor; for
the Lord will plead his cause, and spoil the
soul of those that spoiled him.” What a
sentiment to be quoted by those who open
ly avow their desire to rob the South of her
property! We have returned the paper to
the editors, and trust that their sense of pro
priety and manly feeling—if such creatures
entertain any—will prevent its appearance
upon our table.
{£/*■ We are often gratified at the com
plimentary notices of our paper by our edi
torial brethren at home and abroad. We
have received the warmest commendation
from “ Georgia to Maine,” as they term it,
but we little expected our fame bad reached
“all the way toHalifax.” The Mechanic
and Farmer,” a very respectable and ably
conducted weekly, published at Pictou, N.
S., speaking of the “ Miscellany,” says —“in
point of mechanical execution it certainly
is one of the handsomest weeklies we have
ever seen. The contents, both original and
selected, are acceptable to every -reader,
and must, we think, secure quite an exten
sive circulation.” In conclusion the. editor
expresses his willingness to exchange, “in
contemplation,” as he says, “ of much grat
ification by tho weekly perusal of this gem
of foe Soqtli !’* Our contemporaries must
excuse us if we grow a little vain after be
ing called the gem qf tho South. We are
not afraid to warrant that her Majesty has
not a more valient, loyal, or sensible subject
in all her provincial possessions at least,
than our friend, the editor of lt The Me
chanic and Farmer.” Gem of the South t
Tbiuk of that, Master Brooke !