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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 !