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BQPTIIERN TRIBUNE EDITED BY WW. B.4TTM. P.HA KRIS**. The Cobbler of Cobbstown. BY THOMAS DCNN ENGLISH. "Rub a dub ! rub-a-dub! Dub!” The housewife suspendel her labors to gaze into the road; the loungers at Byrne's tavern leaned over the porch,or strode out to the pump to enjoy an unin teriupted view ; the blacksmith, whose shop was located next to the tavern, drop ped the foot of the horse he was shoeing, and strained his vision in endeavoring to penetrate the approaching cloud of dust. "Rub-a-dub! rub-a-dub! Dub!” The coach approached nearer, and lo ! upon the same seat with the driver wa9 a fat little drummer, tn regimental dress, who bewhacked his noisy instrument zeal ously to the great delight of the bystan ders. "Rub a-dub! rub-adub! Dub!” The dogs of the village assembled in townmeeting, by the tap of the drum,add ed their voices to the music. “Bow-wurr-wow-wurr! Rub-a-dub!— prrrrrrrrm !” The coach drew up to the tavern-door, and stopped. The drummer drew him self up on the seat and stopped also—and then dismounted, followed by the driver. Ibe coach then disgorged itself succes •ively, of a long legged lifer, with ferret eyes, and a nose of milestone dimensions, six privates, in uniform, asmatt looking sergeant, 3nd a captain, with epaulettes and regimentals, all after the latest army regulations. It was a very nice little re entiling party, tho’ what, in.the name of Mars and Bellona,brought them to Cobbs town, puzzled the brains of the specta tors. There they were, however, they could be no doubt of that; and the village poured out its one hundred and fifty in habitants to see thorn. A crowd collected but the captain, pressing bis way through, nodded bis bead to the landlord, and said, inquiringly—-Room for us/” Receiving a nod in the affirmative he said—“ Show me my room. Sergeant Coxe see my bag gage taken care of.” “\es, sir,' replied the subaltern, and his superior officer left the press. As soon as he left a crowd gathered a round the sergeant, in the vain endeavor to get some information ; and the children gazed in the faces of the strange ‘‘sojers,” to learn the whereabouts of their origin The efforts were unavailing—and the divers drinks in which ihe party indulged, at the expense of the bystanders, had no more effect. The curiosity increased; and one little,thin cobbler, with a face of hatch et shape and tallow complexion, contriv ed to scrape acquaintance with the long fifer, and inveigle him on one side. What their conversation was, no one knew—but it resulted in the instant departure of the cobbler, minus a half dollar, lawful cur rency, which he had paid fur the infor rnation obtained. When the cobbler left, be started straight to his home, and took from thence an old rusty pistol,which he loaded to the muzzle with powder and slugs. Hastily conceal, ing this about bis person, he took the road leading from the centre of the village be tween Dr. Martin’s and Squire Fleming’s houses,and traveled it with an energy and speed truly wonderful. He looked like the hurrying genius of famine; and as he went muttered to himself constantly.— Above these mutterings, the following words might have been distinguished : “I knew it—when old John Smith came here two years ago, I thought that there was something suspicious about him.— Ten thousand dollars reward !—half if I ketch him—by jingo! wont I do it !—the varmint—the old sneakin’ broadbrim,—no more cobblin,—five thousand dollars !” My eyes !”—and the sound "my eyes!” found him at the end of bis journey. He turned off from the road, and passing up a narrow lane which led to a white house, be stopped at tho door of the dwelling, and asked for John Smith. The girl who was standing on the etep was the only daughter of the one inquired for. She was a very lovely young crea ture, about the age of nineteen,with a very mild and tender blue eye, and a very pale, but intelligent countenance. Her father was a very respectable member of the society of Friends,and owned several val uable farms in ther neighborhood. He had removed there from Bucks county, in Pennsylvania, two years before; and was known univesally as as a mild iuoffensive and upright man. The daughter was about to answer his question, when her fa ther came from the barn, on to the house, and turning to the cobbler, said—"what’s wanting friend Cobb!” "Oh! you dodrotted, old sneakin’ var. mitt*!’’ cried thecobbler, grasping him sud denly—"you’ve nigh ’scaped justice; but you’ll git your desarta now. Purty, long while you’ve got off, for gartain. Come, go along with me Uncle Sam’s sol diers want ye! Come!” and he made an effort to drag him off. John Smith was a powerful and deter mined man, as well as a very cool one ; so he merely shook off the gripe >f cobbler, and said quietly —"Cunius Cobb! I don't feel free lo strike thee, as it is against the discipline of oar society ; and friends ne ver do such things; but if I didn’t think thee in liquor, or deranged in thy mind, thy face would be apt to run against my fist. Thee had better go home and get sober." This cool speech exasperated the cob bier almost to frenzy, and he replied in his loudest voice—" You ‘tarnul old rascal! you aint goin’ to git off so. There’s ten thousand dollars reward offered for you, and you must go down to Byrne’s, where they’re awaitin’ for you. If you don’t,” and here he presented a pistol, “dodrot my skin, if I dont blow your cussed old brains out, right off the reel.” The Quaker saw that either there was some strange mistake, or else the man was crazy. A moment’s reflection told him that the safest way would be to follow his captor. If the first, it could be soon dissipated; if the second, the lunatic would be more easily captured in the vil. lage. So, bidding his daughter not to be alarmed, he quietly went with Cobb, who kept a tight grasp on his coat-sleeve. Mary was, however, thoroughly alarmed, and sending word for one of the men at work on the farm to follow, she started to overtake the couple who had departed, and did so, just as they arrived at Dr. Mar tin’s front gate. Here they met the cap tain, who had just crossed from Byrne’s and Cobb exclaimed triumphantly, “ 1 got him, captain; here’s the old rascal. Half t he reward’s mine, by the livin’jingo.” But the captain took no notice of this. He only saw the prisoner’s daughter and exclaiming, “why, Mary !” he was at' her side in an instant. She pointed to her father. He looked in surprise at the lat ter, and at the cobbler whose rude hold he shook off, and asked what was ment by all that he saw. It s all plain enough,” cried Curtius Cobb, “you are after the commandin’ gin eral of the army, who’s deserted, and run away, and been livin’ here for two years under the name of John Smith. Your fifer told me all this, arid you're a cornin’ this game to cheat me out of my share of the reward. But it aint to be did. Them five thousand dollars is mine;” and be smacked bis bands together wiih determi nation. “That’s the man you’re after, and you know it. The crowd by this time took the joke and began to show its enjoyment, by a loud fit of laughter. J bat led the captain into tho secret of Cobb’s credulity. He saw that the waggish fifer had perepetra ted a hoax, and he was inclined to laugh. Hut there was Mary and Mary’s father and lie gave his arm to the former, and walked home with the latter, after giving directions tn the seigeant to drive off'Cur lius Cobb, or get rid of him as prudence dictated. There was a long talk that night in John Smith’s house, and tho result of it may be best told in old Smith’s words. “Why, Mary, when Charles Springly came a courting thee, 1 told thee 1 would not consent, nor will 1 yet. Thee has been growing paler and paler every day since then, aud wasting away. Tin’s was vety foolish 1 bee should have known that I have every legard for Charles here ; but that the descipline forbids me to give my consent to thy marriage with one out of Friends’ meeting. And thee might have known, and if thee dosn’t it is never too late to learn, that if thee had got mar ried, under such circumstances, while I should have blamed thne for violating the I Friend’s discipline, I should have loved thee none the less, nor Charles either. But as it is never too late to learn. I’ll leave thee to talk with Charles. God bless thee, Mary. I bee’ll make a good wife, I know, and one like thy dead mother. I am 6orry that Charles has taken up the trade of war.” “I’ll leavethat, sir. when I get married,” said Charles, as the old Quaker left the room. Os the result of their interview the rea der may well guess, and will not only be desirous of learning something more of the little cobbler of Cobbstown. We are sorry that wo cannot gratify such a laudible curiosity to any extent. All we know is, that in a few days after he was missing. Where or how be went is a matter of mystery, though a man answer ing his description was seen the next day after his disappearance, about twenty miles from Cobbstown, travelling on the road to the great west. As that was thir ty-two years since, and no traces has been r ound of him, “the oldest inhabitant” from whom we had the facts, concludes that he, the missing mender of shoes, has departed this life. English Philanthropy Can find a much better field for opera ting within the limits of Great Britain, than can be afforded in the U. States. We clip the following extiacts from an author quoted by a writer in the Southern Press in relation to George Thompson, the Foolish abolitionist, now on a tour in this country, for the purpose, as it is said he openly avows, of promoting a dissolution of the Union. Speaking of the poverty of the Lower Classes in Ungland, the British writer says : “Os this misery and degradation there are some who say the cause is gin. It may he so, but let us see. Evry one re marks the increase of gin shops. In all j those parts of Leeds and and Manchester, and of London too, where the poorest peo- j pie live,there you find in almost each dirty street, not only one, but several, fine lions- | es, handsomely stuccoed, cui iously painted, ; ornamented with plate glass and polished I brass; in the windows placards inviting custom by such expressions as “mountain dew,” and "cream of the valley inside, great bariels of spirits, gaily painted and disposed for show, carved mahogony and more polished brass, with men and women smartly dressed, smiling welcome to all who enter. The. doors of these splendid dens are carefully hung, so as to fly open with a touch, and shut in an in stant ; whether for the convenience of dram diinkers, who are ashamed of their taste, or to give the concern an air of mys tery, which pleases the ignorant, Messrs. Thompson & Feason best can tell. These gentlemen, who being rich, are highly re spectable, keep the largest gin shop in En gland—in the world. “Here gin is served up by young wo men, dressed up like liellc Litnonadiere of a Paris coffee house, and the establishment in all its parts is nearly as fine as Very's or the Case de Paris. There is another great gin shop, not much inferior to it, a little further west, adjoining the gate of Gray’s Inn ; two or three close by Chan cery Lane ; and twenty or thirty not far off. In half an hour you may visit a hun dred. What a contrast between the finery of the shops and the beggarly appearance of the customers ! Among these are few really old people ; hut then plenty of young people appear old. Livid cheeks, deep wrinkles, blood shot eyes, brown teeth, or white gums Aiithout teeth, skin and hone, shaking heads, sore legs, creeping palsy, a hacking cough, lags, fi th, and stench ; these are marks by which you may know lie regular gin drinker. Nine out of ten who may either enter the finest gin shops in Manchester on Sunday morning, will shew one or more of these marks : count ing women, boys, and girls, as well as men; hut not the children, who, of course, are only beginners. In some great towns in the North they have low counters and small glasses, on purpose for the small children; in Loud n they stand on lip toe; but Lon don will improve tapidly, both in number! and finery ; every week, every day, pro ducing anew gin shop, fitted up wit spring doors, plate glass,carved mahogany or rose wood, and polished brass, all "more hle gant,” as the Americans say, than the gin shops that sprung up the Week (refine.” One of these miserable gin drinkers oti being remonstrated with for drinking re plied : “Sir, all that you say is true. The more gin we drink.the more we want; hut the less gin we drink, the more we feel the want of something else. Give us bread, meat beer and fire, then we would feel warm without gin. lam not begging ; vve are all ready to work. 1 work God knows, morning, noon, and night—work, work, work ; we have plenty of that. If we did not work we should starve But what does our work bring? Work and hunger, work and cold work and sorrow. 1 get a bout fourteen shillings a week, out of which there is rent to pay —we can’t lie in the street—aud clothes to find, such as they are—wo must he covered. What is left for fire and food among six of us, four children, their mother and me ? Enough to starve upnti —that’s all. In cold wea ther we shiver lor want of fire. The chili) ren and mother may lie in bed to keep themselves warm ; hut 1. hungry and cold, must work. Ido work and when I drink gin, it is lo keep myself from going mad. U you were as poor as we sir, and had to work as hard as 1 have, without hope, you would be apt to learn that gin is bread, and meat, and fire and hope, all in one.— Without gin, 1 should not have the heart to work, and we must all go to the poor house or die, for the poor-house is chock full, and the rates are not paid. We say cold in the stomach, but we mean hunger in the belly and despair in the heart. Gin cures both for a time ; hut it kills at last, you say. Well, we can but die, with gin or without it; life, snch asonr’s, is worse than death.” Thomas Carlisle, the English Critic, sometimes utters sentiments of truth and wisdom, of which class are the following: “Descend where you will in the lower class in town or country, by what course you will, by factory enquiries, agriculture enquiries, revenue returns, mining labor committees, by opening your eyes and looking, the same sorrowful result disclos es itself. You have to admit that the working body of the rich British nation, is fast sinking into a state to which, all things considered, there was literally never any parallel. At Stockport Assizes, a mother and a father are arraigned; and found guil ty of poU tiling three of their children, to defraud a burial society of <£ 3 Bs., due on the death of each child. They are ar raigned, found guilty, and the official au thorities, it is whispered, hint that perhaps the case is not solitary; that perhapsyou had belter not probe further into that, de partment of things.'’ j “But,” continues the British writer, “is nothing done by the “nobility, clergy and gentry to conciliate the affection of the pauper mass, by whose toil all their own wealth is produced ? Charity ! the char ity of the poor laws which paupers have been taught to consider a right, which op erates as a curse to the able-bodied and ■ " ell disposed, while it just enables the in firm to linger on in pain and sorrow.— Soup ! Dog's meat they call it. They I are very ungrateful, but there is a way of relieving a man's necessities that will make | him hate you ; and it is in this way that soup is generally given to the poor.— ; Books ! good little hooks which teach pa ! tience and submission to the powers that : be ? with which such paupers as obtain them, usually boil their kettles, when not j distressed by fear of the reverend donor, j Dt this gift the design is so plain and of ' tensive, that its effect is contrary to what I VVf,s intended, just as children l'mrn whom | obedience is very strictly exacted, are commonly rebels at heart. What else 1 Is nothing else done by the rural rich to win t lie love of the rural poor ? Speaking generally, since all rules have exceptions, the privileged classes of our ruial districts take infinite pains to he abhorred by their poorest neighbors. They enclose com mons. 1 hey stop foot-paths. They wall in their parks. They set spring guns and men-traps. They spend on the keep of high bred clogs what would suppeut half as many children, and jet persecute a la boring man for owning one friend in his cur. 1 hey make tales of wages elabo rately calculating the minimum nffuod hat wid keep together the soul and body of a clodhopper. They breed game in profu sion for their own amusement, and having thus tempted the poor men to knock down a hare for his put, send him to the tread mill or the antipodes for ttiat inexpiable offence. They build jails, aud fill them, 'i hey make new crimes and new punish ments fur the poor. They interfere with the marriages of the poor,compelling some and forbidding others to come together.— They shut up paupers in work.houses, separating man and wife, in pounds by day and wards by night. They harness poor men to carts. They superintend ale-hous es, decry skittles, deprecate beer-shops, meddle with fairs, and otherwise curtail the already narrow amusements of tho poor. Even in the church, where some of them preach that all are equal, they sit on cushions, in pews matted, and shelter ed from the wind and the vulgar gaze, while the lower order must put up witli a hare hem h, on a stone floor, which is good enough for them. Everywhere they are ostentatious in their display of wealth and enjoyments, while in their intercourse w’ith the poor, they are suspicious, quick it) ta king offence, vindictive when displeased, naughty, overhearing, tyrannical and wolf ish.” After these representations of society in the poorer classes of England, what man is there wi ll brains enough to weigh a penny weight, who cannot see room enough for Mr. Thompson to carry out his noble purposes at home ? Let him emancipate poor white people in England from suffer ing— let him abolish crime arid starvation from Great Britain before he attempts a crusade against slavery in this country. Jenny Lind Leading the Fashion.— The most laughable incident connected with the the Queen of Song that we have yet heard, is said to have taken place at Irving House on the fiist day of her arrival in the City ofGotham. As the gong rung fur dinner, there was a perfect stampede among the female hoarders of the house, to obtain the earliest possible scrutiny, of the articles of dress,ribbons, comb, or hair pins with which the Swedish nightingale might be pleased to adorn herself on this hei fiist appearance, before the young and blooming females .if America. Judge, then the mortification of every lady pre sent when the affected songstress entered the room dressed in the simplest manner possible, and nothing to prevent her flow ing locks ftom falling on her gracefully slopingshoufilers,but a few plain hair-pins. As she entered ihe room and took her seat at the table, there was almost a unanimous exclamation of—“ What !no comb on the hack of the head ! Oh, how unfortunate that I should not have known it, so that I might have left mine in my room and used a few pins instead.’* Now, he it known to our male readers, that the anxiety to asccrtian the quality and quatntiy, of Jenny’s wearing fixins, was not a fault or peculiarity belonging exclusively to the foregoing ladies; bu* one that is inheritant in the sex. or proven by the fact that on Jenny’s retiring to her room, she immediately addressed her dies sing maid as follows “Suspy, dear I noticed the ladies pre sent at The table to day, had their hair dies sed with great taste and care, and fastened behind with a large comb—and as I diJ not wish to appear odd or eccentric while Sojourning among so good a people, you will please go out shopping to day, dear, and obtain me a large comb with which 1 can fasten up my frait behind, American fashion.’’ With a determination to ho behind the fashion no I mger than could possibly he helped, some thing over a hundred fe males were busily engaged during most of the day, in so dressing their hair that without the assilan. eof combs, it should appear ala Jenny Lind, As Jenny entered the rnom.thenext day, what was her surprise and mortification, on noticing that, instead of every lady hav ing a large comb in her as on the day previ ous the hair in every instance, was fasten ed up in true-roll hair pin style. The mortification of the female board ers, however, wasstil greater than that of Jenny—to think that the entire part of the afternoon of the previous day, and some three hours previous to the ringing of the gong on the present occasion.vvas devoted ! o the subject of hair dressing, (the Irving in fact, having been transformed into a six tiered Barber shop,) and after all, the Nightingale had made her second ap pearance in a large comb of precisely the same pattern that they had cast aside as u-eless and unfashionable, hut twentyfour hours previous. MACON, G A. SATURDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 21. Merry Christmas ! —Next Wednesday w ill he Christmas Day, and in order to give our selves a few hours to recruit, that we may en ter with more vigor and spirit upon the dis charge of our weekly duties for the New Year, vve design giving holyday next week, and there, fore our paper will not appear again before Sat urday, January 4. Nr.w Year's Address. —We shall have an Address fixed up in fine sty le for our Carriers on New Years Day, and ue forewarn our patrons if they want lo keep on amicable terms with our “Devil,” they had better lay aside a few dimes to give him when lie makes the customary call The Male Academy.— We learn with pleas, ure that this Institution, under the charge of Rev. P. A Strorel, and Rev. Geo. 11. Has cock, former Professor of Languages in the Wes leyan Female College, will begin its session on Monday, the (itlt of January with cheering pros pects. The public is well informed as to the fit ness of both these gentlemen for Teachers, and will, we doubt not, patronize them liberally. TO OUR PATRONS. The undersigned having associated with him. self, his son, Wm. P. Harrison, in the Editorial Department of tile Southern Tribune , the paper will hereafter he edited by us jointly. Os the benefits likely to result to our readers from this arrangement, vve forbear to speak, preferring that the paper should be judged by its merit. We contemplate making material improvements in its appearance, and therefore, whilst we return our thanks to our friends for past favors, res pcctl’ully solicit a continuance of the same. WM B. HARRISON. To the Patrons of the Southern Tribune. In making the announcement of my connec tion with the Editorial Department of this Pa. per, a word or two by way of prefatory remark may be expected by its reader*. The cause of Southern Rights, so dear to every man with a heart wont to beat in unison with Southern thoughts and motives, litis called the aged from their retirement, and placed thpir grey heads again among the political struggles of the day and ushered forth the ardent voting to sustain the cause of truth and candor, for years flagging tinder the weight of tyrannical oppression. Our homes, our firesides and our sovereign existence have been placed in jeopardy by the inctirsive power of a section, which, above all others, has reaped the munificent rewards of Southern industry and toll. We are threatened with evils, compared to which, extermination anti depopulation are favorable gifts. The elements ot a fierce National warfare are collecting in the East, the West, the North and the South, arid ever) American freeman will he called upon to pass his decision on the momentous issues pend ing. The battles of freedom are to he fought again, by the potent arm of the popular will Every day that we live, some new evidence of preparation for this sanguinary conflict is de veloped, and unless we of the South come bold ly to the van of the invading foe, and repel him from our border, our representative and sove reign existence will he lost, amid the unconquer able majority against our institutions in Con. gress, and the heterogeneous mass of those who will be forced upon us as fellow-citizens Envied in foreign iands for our salubrious cli mate, luxuriant soil, and democratic privileges ; plotted against by unholy minds on our North ern boundary—divided and distracted among ourselves, the People of the South must look to a vigilant and unpolluted Press, and the purity of their attested champions, for their political salvation from irretrievable ruin. It shall lie my humble aim, if aught of power or perspicuity attaches to my pen, in connection with the senior Editor, to present these issues in their legitimate and evident form before the readers of this Paper. No partizan spirit should mingle its putrid counsels in this contest now. It is a struggle for the safety of our endearments at home, and the quieiuue of our christianized liberty. Far be it from us to permit personal motives of aggrandizement and advancement to govern our actions in this important crisis—a heart unswayed by the hope of reputable emol ument, and unterrified by rampant opposition, is best calculated for these emergencies and dan. gers, and should alone breast the responsibili. ties that increase at every step of progress. The Tribune will endeavor to maintain the cardinal doctrines of n Democratic Government, but above all, the preservation of State Ri >hts and Southern Rights, attacking alike the abuses of good policy at home, and the undisguised en emies to our institutions abroad. The land of our birth shall ever receive the most careful and hand to defend her against foreign aggression we shall upon the other zealously advocate that peaceful policy of diversified labor, which will tend to developo the vast resources of our coun try, and to establish her in wealth and honor able independence. WM. p. HARRISON. Macon, Dec 21, SOI'TH-CAROLISA SKOESSION. There is a school of philosophers extant in these chaotic times, which inculcates the doc trine, that to fear the power of the Federal Gov ernment, and to acknowledge its unconditional and unlimited supremacy, are the only safe guards of this mighty “Union.” The spirit of the Three Millions which revolutionized the po litical systems of the world, seems to have died away in the distance of years, until the record of their actions is regarded as the varnished his tory of (to us) an unexperienced past. The magnetic attraction existing in the focus of Na. tional power destroys the agency of free think ers, and renders them obedient to the arbitrary force of organized affinity. In a word, say these frightened Submissionists, to array the will of the people of a State in opposition to the “om* nipotent majority” which sways the destiny of the National Legislature, is, as a consequence inevitably sure, forever to alienate that people from the slightest participation in the benefits flowingfroma united confederacy. They appear to forget that aggressive power grbws with sub mission, and even though there may be an ho nored “fiat” that “hitherto shalt thou go, but no farther,’’ existing from time immemorial, yet it is the province of power to subvert as well as establish, and the right which authorized the inscription of this forbidding principle, can likewise be used to erase it. Why has llte true Republican spirit failed (0 produce beneficial effects, and to establish itself upon a permanent basis in the Old World? History answers that the consolidation of power into the hands of a few rulers, and ultimately the conformation of independent State* into ono Federal head, have resolved the responsibility of Government into a source entirely incapable of adequate legislation. And thus, the celehr|- ted Republics of Greece and Rome fell, never more to rise from their ruins in any other form than monarchical or aristocraticnl kingdoms and empires. And so, too, the Government of these United States is rapidly tending to the absorp. tion of individual and Stale sovereignties into a great Federal head. Indeed, the doctrine has been openly avowed by Northern Senators, that this Government is one of an unalterable nature that we must leave the correction of abuses to those that make them—that we have no right as States to withdraw from the Union, no matter what measures of oppression may be binding upon us, nor how much our particular rights may be violated—we must await the current of events, and if a hostile and fanatical majority, who have declared us to be an enemy whom, they will persecute to the furthest limit of their power, choose to take pity upon our defenceless condition, and give us a few crumbs of “aid and comfort,” we must receive them, meekly kneeling to testify our veneration for the gene rosity that prompted such “quarter.” It is vain to talk of Constitutional barriers to farther aggression, and the respect of “law-abi ding” people for the rights of the South. The same secret power that prompted Rob’t Toombs, once the champion of the South, to desert the Southern army, and to defend a measure fraught with incalculable evil to the institution of slave ry, can muster brethren of this recreant stamp* and “good and true” abolitionists enough to re move every hindrance that the Constitution presents, and to legalize measures potent enough to render the land of our birth a hot-bed of ruin, devastation and death, to every man who bears the mark of Cain, a quondam slaveholder, on his forehead. The same mysterious acumen which suddenly burst forth upon the brain o' Alexander H. Stephens, with more than Drummond brilliancy, and exhibited the won, derftil fact that there was no harm in the Omni bus Bill, but rather art unequalled triumph for the South, can very clearly unfold Federal honors and Federal emoluments, enveloped within the keeping of the Washington junto for those who help to put us down. What then is our remedy? Tho Georgia Convention has said—wait and see. The time is not yet come. But Sooth Carolina, the enemy of despot ism ; from the foundation of the American Union a fearless advocate for equal rights and privileges ; the land of Calhoun, still breath ing the patriotic spirit of 1776 ; the home of talent and wisdom ; the nursery of a large por tion of American greatness ; whose citizens scorn the bribery of partizan aspirants, and the the taunts of impotent scribblers—Carolina stands with her feet based upon the rock of State sovereignty, and she will repel the foe that dares venture another movement upon he r rights. Yes, true and loyal citizens of Georgia may with propriety and aptitude exclaim : “Carolina ! Carolina ! Heaven’s blessings attend her ! While we live we will cherish, and love, and de fend her. Tho' scorners may sneernt, and witlings defame her, Our hearts swell with gladness, whenever we name her l” It is not to he wondered at, that there are some men who will seek to cast odium upon South Carolina. Her political principles are too pure for these mud-colored classes—her prac tices and theories are too legitimate and straight, forward for their dodging propensities —and 'herefore, although their better judgment de murs from sucli a course, they can only maintain tlicir supposed consistency by heaping insulting, though harmless epithets, upon that gallant Stale. But it is useless work—Georgia, tb® twin-sister of Carolina, if left to herself, freed from the malicious interference of false friends and partizan humbugs, and truly aware of the momentous issue at stake, will, notwithstand ing the recent election appears to indicate* contrary disposition, be found side by side with our brethren on the other bank of the Savannah River. But ilie question arises, will South Carolina secede now ? We do notbefieve she will, lb® Fed era I iniquity is not yet lull, -"bo will wart until her Sister States see tlieir San. gor and join her ; until the encroachments upon our rights have been finally and eflectun.ly stopped —or in the failure of both these events* until she shall have challenged the world for a word of condemnation, founded in truth, agoinst her course. Then sho will secedo. And w Mr Fti.t.MOßr., or Mr. anybody else, attciop