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(all me Pet Names.
BT THE LATE SIRS. OSGOOD.
Call me pet names, dearestcall me a bird,
That flies to thy breast at on e’vrishing word ;
That folds its wings there, ne’er irea ning of flight,
That tenderly sings there in loving delight.
Oh ! my sad heart is pining for one fond word,
Call me pet names, dearest, call me a bird.
(’ell me fond names, dearest', call me a star,
Whose sin;’, s, bea nir.g welcome, thou feel'st from afar;
“Whore r.;-ht is the > 1 cars st, the truest to thee.
■ . ; . t ti-H- of sorrow” steals over life's**.
;.v reh barque where its warm rays are,
s T"t aims, darling, call me thy star.
i all i sweet names, darling 1 call me a flower,
Th-t in the light of thy smile each hour;
That dro >;>s when its heaven —thy love—grows cold,
That shrinks from the wicked, the false, and bold.
i'h blooms for thee only thro’ sunlight and shower;
Call me pet names, darling, call me thy flower.
Cs!l me dear names, darling! call me thine own,
Speak to mcai.vays in love’s low tone;
Let not thy look or thy voice grow cold —
Let my fond worship thy Ijring enfold.
I/ive ne.’ f.r. ver. und love me alone;
Call me pet nr. ties, daling, call me thine own.
beot | a..i | j>jwa
Is a quaint, thoughtful little poem, written by a German,
who died in 1676: —
In fair Spring’s fresh budding hours,
What adorns our garden bowers?
When departing Spring we mourn,
What is shed from Summer’s horn ?
Hay and corn.
What is Autumn's bounteous sign,
Mark of Providence divine ?
Fruit and wine.
When old Winter, hobbling slow,
Comes, what do we gain, d’ye know ?
Ice and snow.
Ilay and corn, and little flowers,
Ice, snow, fruit and wine are ours,
Given to us every year,
By Spring, Summer, Autumn, AY inter,
As they each in turn appear.
Spring gives treasure, Summer pleasure,
Autumn gladdens, Winter saddens,
Spring revives, Summer thrives,
Autumn pleases, Winter freezes.
Therefore, friends, we all have reason,
To extol each coming season,
Spring and Summer, Autumn, Winter.
Honor, counsel, deeds sublime,
Are the precious gifts of time.
BY KITZ CAEEN IIAI.LECK.
AY lien the tree of Love is budding first,
Ere yet its leaves are green ;
Ere yet by shower and sunbeam uurst,
Its intant life has been ;
The wild bee’s slightest touch might wring
The buds from off the tree,
As the gentle dip of the swallow's wing
Breaks the bubbles oil the sea.
But when its open leaves have found
A home in the free air,
Pluck them, and there remains a wound
That ever wrinkles there.
The blight of hope and happiness
Is felt when fond ones part,
And the bitter tear that follows, is
The life blood of the heart.
When the flame of love is kindled first,
’Tis the fire-fly’s light at even,
’Tis dim as the wandering stars that burst,
In the blue of the summer heaven.
A breath can bid it burn no more,
Or if at times its beams
Come on the memory, they pass o’er
Like shadows in our dreams.
But when that flame has blazed into
A being and a power,
And smiled in scorn upon the dew
That fell in its first warm hour
’Tis the flame tliat curls round the martyrs
Whose task is to destroy ;
’Tis the lamp on the altars of the dead,
Whose light is not of joy !
Then crush, even hi their hour of birth,
The infant buds of Love,
And tread his growing fire to earth,
Ere ‘tis dark in clouds above ;
Cherish no more a cypress tree
To shade thy future years:,
Nor nurse a heart flame that may bo
Quenched only with thy tear#.
The Beauty of women enticeth men to sin
Against the statute.
A man may as well expect to Be at ease with*
(> A wealth, as happy without virtue.
From Arthur ’# Home Gazette.
Don’t give up.
BV THE EDITOR. .
“ I can’t do it, father. Indeed I can’t. ”
“ Never say can’t, my son. It isn’t a good word. ”
“But I can’t, father. And if I can’t I can’t. ”
I’ve tried, and tried, and the answer won’t come out
right. ” ,
“Suppose you try again, Edward,” said Mr. Wil
liams, the father of the discouraged boy.
“ There’s no use in it, ” replied the lad.
“ What if you go to school to-morrow without the
correct answer to this sum ? ”
“ I’ll be put down in my class, ” returned Ed
Mr. Williams shook his head, and his countenance
assumed a grave aspect. There was a silence of a
few moments, and then the father said :
“Let me relate to you a true story, my son. Thir
ty years ago, two lads about your age, were school
companions. Both got on very well for a time;
but, as their studies grew more diffiult, both suffer
ed discouragement, and each said often to his fath
er, as you have just said to me —‘I can’t.’ One of
these boys, whose name was Charles, bad a brighter
mind than the other, and could get through his tasks
easier; but his father was very indulgent to him,
and when he complained that his lessons were too
hard, and said, ‘I can’t do this, and I can't do that,’
he requested the teacher not to be so hard with him.
“But it was different with the father of the oth
er boy, named Henry. To every complaint, he an
swered—‘Don’t give up, my boy ! Try again; and if
not successful, try again and again. You can do it
—I know you can.’
“Thus encouraged, this lad persevered, and in ev
ery case, overcame the diffiultiesin his way. Soon,
although his mind was not naturally so active as the
mind of his companion, he was in advance of him.
When they left the school, which was about the
same time, he was by far the best scholar. Why
was this ? lie did not give up because his task was
hard; for he had learned this important lesson —
that we can do almost anything, if we try.
“ Well, these two boys grew up towards manhood,
and it became necessary for them to enter upon some
business. Charles was placed by his father in the
office of a physician ; but he did not stay there long,
lie found it difficult in the beginning, to remember
the names and uses of the various organs of the bo
dy, and soon became so much discouraged, that his
father thought it best to alter his intention regard
ing him, and to put him into a merchant’s counting
room, instead of continuing him as a student of med
icine. Here Charles remained until he became of
age. Some few years afterwards, he went into bus
iness for himself, and got on pretty well for a time y
but every young man who enters the world, depend
ent upon his own efforts, meets with difficulties that
only courage, confidence and perseverance can over
come. lie must never think of giving up. Un
fortunately for Charles, these virtues did not make
a part of his character. AY hen trouble and difficul
ties came, his mind sunk under a feeling of discour
agement ; and he ‘gave up’ at a time when all that
was needed for final success, was a spirit of indomi
table perseverance, that removes all obstacles, lie
sunk, unhappily, to rise no more. In giving up the
struggle, lie let go his hope in the future—and ere
he had reached the prime of life, found himself shat
tered in fortune, and without the energy of charac
ter necessary to repair it.
“In the same office where Charles was placed,
Henry was.entered as a student of medicine. At
first, when he looked into the book of anatomy, and
read the names of bones, muscles, nerves, arteries,
Ac., it seemed to him that he never could learn these
names, much less their various uses in the human
body. For a short time he gave way to a feeling of
discouragement; but then a thought of the many
hard tasks he had learned, by application, came over
his mind, and with the words, ‘Don’t give up,’ on his
tongue, he would apply himself with renewed efforts.
Little by little he acquired the knowledge he was
seeking. Daily he learned something, and it was
not long before he could look back and mark the
steps of his progress. This encouraged him great
ly. Soon new and greater difficulties presented
themselves; but, encouraged by past triumphs, he
encountered them in a confident spirit, and came off
“ Thus Henry went on, while Charles gave up
quickly. In the end, the former graduated with
honor, and then entered upon the practice of the pro
fession he had chosen. There was much to discour
age him at first. People do not readily put confi
dence in a young physician ; and he had to wait
three or four years before lie received practice
enough to support himself even with the closest
economy. During this long period, in which the
motto —‘Don’t give up’ sustained him, he got in
debt for articles necessary for health and comfort,
about three hundred dollars. This troubled, but
did not dishearten him. ‘I can and will succeed,’
lie often said to himself. ‘Others have met and over
come greater difficulties than mine; why then,
should I give up ?’
“ A little while longer he persevered, and had the
pleasure to find himself free from debt. From that
time a prosperous way was before him ; though he
had often to fall back upon the old motto —‘Llon’t
give up.’ Many years have passed, and Henry is
now Professor of Anatomy in University.”
“ AVhy, father ! That is you ?” exclaimed the lis
tening boy, the interest on his face brightening into
“Yes, my son,” replied Mr. AYilliams ; “I have
been giving you my own history.”
“ But what become of Charles f” enquired Ed
“ You know the Janitor in our college ?’’ said Mr.
“ Yes, sir.”
“ He it is who, when a boy, was mv school mate.
But he gave up at every difficulty—see where he is
now. He had a good miud, but lacked industry,
perseverance, and a will to succeed. Aou can do al
most any thing, my boy, it you only try in good
earnest. But, if you give up when things are a lit
tle hard, you must never expect to rise in the world
—to be useful according to your ability, either to
yourself or mankind. Now try the hard problem
again ; I am sure you will get the right answer.
“I will try,” said Edward, confidently, “and 1 know
it will come out right next time.”
And so it did. One more earnest trial, and his
work was done. Far happier was he, after this suc
cessful effort, than he could have been, if, yielding
to a feeling of discouragement, be had left his task
unaccomplished. And so all will find it. Difficul
ties arc permitted to stand in our way that we may
“Jnfccptnhcnt in ail tilings—Neutral in Notl)ing/’
MACON, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, SEPT. 20, 1850.
overcome them ; and only in overcoming can we ex
pect success and happiness. The mind, like the bo
dy, gains strength and maturity by vigorous exer
cise. It must feel and brave, like the oak, the rush
ing storm, as well as bask, amid gentle breezes, in
the warm sunshine.
The Pin and the Needle.
Lem Smith, the cut” and philosophical editor of
the “Madison Record” tells the following witty fa
ble, which is as good as anything we have seen out
of yEsop. A pin and a needle, says this American
Fountain©, being neighbors in a work-basket, and
both being idle, began to quarrel, as idle folks are
apt to do :
“I should like to know,” said the pin, “what you
are good for, and how you expect to get through
the world without a head ? ” “AVhat is the use of
your head,” replied the needle, rather sharply, “if
you have no eye f” “AVhat is the use of an eye,”
said the pin, “if there is always something in it ?”
“I am more active, and can go through more work
than you can,” said tlie needle. “Yes, but you will
not live long.”—“Why not?” “Because you have
alwas a stich in your side,” said the pin. “You are
a poor, crooked creature,’’ said the needle. “And
you are so proud that you can’t bend without break
ing your back.” “I’ll pull your head off if you in
sult me again.” “I’ll put your eye out if you touch
me ; remember your life hangs by a single thread,”
said the pin. AVhile they were thus conversing, a
little girl entered, and undertaking to sew, she very
soon broke off the needle at the eve. Then she tied
the thread around the neck of the pin, and attempt
ing to sew with it, she soon pulled its head off - , and
threw it into the dirt ly the side of the broken
needle. “Well, here we are,” said the needle.—
“AA"e have nothing to fight about now,” said the pin.
“It seems misfortune has brought us to our senses.”
“A pity we had not come to them sooner,” said the
needle. “How much we resemble human beings,
who quarrel about their blessings till they lose them,
and never find out they are brothers till they lay
down in the dust together, as we do.”
Criticism. —An editor in Illinois speaks of one of
his contributors in the following complimentary
“An interesting female correspondent sends us a
very uninteresting piece of poetry, and timidly lisps
a request for its publication. The moon is called
bright—the stars are flattered with the original ap
pellation of “meek-ey ‘d,’’- —the trees come in for a
full share of eulogy, and the Falling Spring is pro
nounced silver plated, or something to that effect.
Besides this, the poem is equally instructive on other
important subjects.—ls Mary will send us an affida
vit that she has washed her dishes, mended hbr
hose, and swept the house the week aft r she “ijs
“blasted with poetic fire,” we xxiil give in, ands
tie the literary world from its lethargy. For the
present we say, darn your stockings, and darn your
A Horrible Picture. —No words printed in a
newspaper, or elsewhere, will give any man who has
notseen it, a conception of the fallen condition of the
west and the south of Ireland. The famine and the
landlords have actually created a new race in Ire
land. I have seen on the streets of Galway, crowds
of people more debased than the Yahoos of
Swift —creatures having only a distant and hideous
resemblance to human beings.—Grey-haired old
men, whose idiot faces’had hardened into a settled
leer of mendicancy, simious and semi-human ; and
women filthier and more frightful than the harpies,
who, at the jingle of a coin on the pavement, wann
ed in myriads from unseen places, struggling,
screaming, shrieking for their prey, like some mon
strous and unclean animals. In AVestport, the sight
of a priest on the street gathered an entire pauper
population, thick as a village market, swarming
round him for relief. Beggar children, beggar a
dults, beggars in white hair, girls with faces grey
and shriveled, the grave stamp upon them in a de
cree which could not be recalled; women with the
more touching and tragical aspect of lingering
shame and self-respect not yet effaced ; and among
these terrible realities, imposture shaking in pre
tended fits, to add the last touch of horrible gro
tesqneness to the picture ! I have seen these ac
cursed sights, and they are burned into memory for- I
ever. Away from the towns, other scenes of un
imaginable horrors disclose themselves. The trav
eller meets groups, and even troops, of wild, idle,
lunatic-looking paupers wandering over the country,
each with some tale of extermination to tell. If lie
penetrates into a cabin and can distinguish objects
among filth and darkness, of which an ordinary pig
sty affords but a faint image, he will probably dis
cover from a dozen to twenty inmates in the hut —-
the ejected cottiers —clustering together and breed
ing in pestilence. AVhat kind of creatures men and
women become living in this dung-heap, what kind
of children arc reared here to grow up into new
generation, I have no words to paint. — Dublin Na
Father's first interview with his child.
The poet Campbell, soon after the birth of his
first child, wrote as follows to a near friend. The
passage teems with all the tender fervor of a father’s
Our first interview was when ho lay in his little
crib in the midst of white muslin and dainty laces,
prepared by Matilda’s hands long before the stran
ger’s arrival. I believe a lovelier babe was never
smiled upon by the light of heaven, lie was breath
ing sweetly his first sleep ; I durst not awaken him,
but ventured one kiss. lie gave a faint murmur,
and opened bis little azure light. Since that time
he has continued to grow in grace and stature. I
can take him in my arms, but still his good nature
and his beauty are but provocations to the affection
one must not indulge; he cannot bear to be hug
ged ; he cannot stand a worrying. O! that I were
sure that he would live to the days when I could
take him on my knee, and feel the strong plump
ness of childhood waxing into vigorous youth. My
poor boy ! shall I have the ecstacy of teaching him
thoughts, and knowledge, and reciprocity of love to
me? It is bold to venture into futurity so far !
At present his lovely little face is a comfort to
me ; his lips breathe that fragrance which it is one
of the loveliest kindnesses of nature that she has
given to infants; a sweetness of smell more delight
ful than all the treasures of Arabia. AVhat adora
ble beauties of God and Nature’s bounty we live in
without knowledge! How few have ever seemed to
think an infant beautiful! But to me there seems
to be a beauty in the earliest dawn of infancy, which
is not interior to the attractions of chi! I >od, es
pecially when they sleep. Their loo’. - excite a
more tender train of emotions. It is like the trem
ulous anxiety we feel for a caudle new lighted,
which we dread going out.
j£5T AA'e admire personal cleanliness, but we
must say that we don’t like to see a man cleaning
his teeth with a dirty pocket handkerchief; neither
do we like to see a man, however attentive he may
be to the wants of a family, put a beef steak in the
crown of his hat, and till his trowsers’ pockets full
of cucumbers. It don’t look well.
JJ3T The following from Southey’s “Gridiron,”
, now first published in his memoirs, ought to be set
to music for the Beef-Steak Club: —
“Now the perfect Steak prepare !
Now the appointed rites begin !
Cut it from the pinquid rump,
Not too thick and not too thin ;
Somewhat to the thick inclining,
Yet the thick and thin between,
That the gods, when they are dining,
May commend the golden mean.
Ne’er till now have they been blest
With a beef-steak duly drest;
Ne’er till this auspicious morn
AY hen the gridiron was born.”
235” Avery good widow lady who was looked up to by
the congregation to which she belonged, as an example of
piety, contrived to bring her conscience to terms for one little
indulgence. She loved porter, and one day just as she was re
ceiving half a dozen bottles from the man who usually brought
her the comforting beverage, she perceived [O horror 1] two
of the grave elders of the church approaching the door. She
ran the man out by the back way, and put the bottles under
the bed. The weather was very hot, and while conversing
with her grave friends, pop went one of the corks.
‘ Dear me !’ exclaimed the good lady, ‘there goes that bed
cord ; it snapped yesterday just the same way ; I must have
anew one provided.”
In a few minutes, pop went another, accompanied by the
peculiar hissing of the scaping liquor. The “rope” svould
not do again, but the good old lady was not a loss.
“ Dear tne!” said she, “ that black cat of mine must be at
some mischief there. S’eat.’’
Another bottle popped off, and the porter came stealing
out from under the bed curtains.
“O dear me!” she cried, ‘I had forgot, its the yeast!
Here, Prudence, come and take away these bottles of yeast.”
Anecdotes. —A number of gentlemen and ladies met to
spend a social evening. Soon after, apples, as is common at
such times, were handed about. A gentleman, taking a
seed of au apple, snapped it a lady on the opposite side of the
room, which the lady observing, returned another, and
struck him on the forehead. The gentleman, somewhat mor
tified at missing his aim, asked her, “ why dare you contend
with me?” Because,” said the woman, “ we are promised
that the seed of the woman shall bruise the serpent’s head.”
In the old French war, as it is called, a gentleman by the
name of Briant was chaplain on board an armed vessel. In
the same vessel was an Irish barber of considerable wit and
humor. The chaplain was naturally facetious, and loved a
good turn, and would therefore often divert himself in con
versation with this barber. One day while under his hands,
he asked him if he knew the O’Briens in Ireland. The
Barber replied that he did. “ Well,” said his reverence,
“ that was my family name originally ; but after we left our
country, we began to be ashamed of the O’, and have now
got our name to be Briant. But,” added he, “we need not
be ashamed of the family, for it was a high family in Ireland.”
“ And indeed it was,” replied the shaver, in the brogue of
his country, “ for I have seen some of them so high that
their feci could not touch the ground .”
“Jonas, do you love me?”
“Well, Suky, I does.”
“ How do you know you love me, Jonas?”
“ Cause, whenever I sets you, my heart jumps up, ar.d
kicks agin my stummuck so hard that 1 don't have any ap
petite for a week.”
44 Psychometry —This strangc-looking word is the
name of a bran new “science,” lately discovered, invented,
or got up at the West, and claiming a place by the side of
Biology, Rapology, and other modern developments. A phy
sician in Missouri, gives ail account of some experiments he
has performed by means of it, which may be found in “Buch
anan’s Journal of Man,” published in Cincinnatti. We copy
a paragraph or two, which will give an idea of this last new
The first was upon a young lady, who was then confined
with consumption. Her pulse at the time was over one hun
dred to the minute. I cnvolved carefully, so as to conceal
from her, the contents of the paper, and placed it in her
hands. In a few minutes, she complained of a burning in
her hands, which travelled up her arm to the body. She said
it was a stimulant, and, in short, she just told the name of
the article, (capsicum.) The pulse was reduced in number
fifteen to the minute in about fifteen minutes. An active ca
thartic was now placed in her hands, enveloped in paper, so
as to conceal from her its contents. In about twenty min
utes, she said it was a cathartic, and in about thirty minutes
it operated on her bowels. After this expuriment, she com
plained of being hungry.
The idea of satisfying the hunger next attracted my atten
tion. I placed a piece of chicken breast, enveloped in paper,
in her hands. In a few minutes she said she knew what it
was ; I laughed at her, because she said it was chicken and
she could taste it. The experiment was continued about
twenty minutes. She continued to affirm it to be chicken. I
asked her if she was hungry ; she said no. In the next place,
salicratus was enveloped and placed into her hands; in a few
minutes she said it was salawatus—she knew beoause she tast
ed it. It increased the frequency of her pulse and rather pro
duced a coldness of the hands. In the next place, I thought
I would arrest her cough and produce sleep ; for this purpose
Beech’s cough powders were enveloped in paper and placed
in her hands. In six minutes she showed strong symptoms
of sleep. I then suspended the experiment, and she fell
asleep immediately. Previous to going to sleep she said,
“It is opium.” She rested finely all night. This terminated
the experiments for the time. I have performed a great many
other amusing experiments on her. In relation to experi
ments with medicines she is not the only individual upon
whom I have witnessed decisive and satisfactory results. In
experimenting with autographs, the results have been more
than I anticipated and entirely conclusive.
The Jug and the Heart, — The jug is a most
singular utensil. A pail, tumbler or decanter may be
rinsed, and you may satisfy yourself by optical proof
that it is clean ; but the jug has a little hole in the
top, and the interior is all darkness. No eye ‘pene
trates it—no hand moves over the surface. Aou
can clean it only by putting in water, shaking it up
and pouring it out. If the water comes out clean,
you judge you have succeeded in cleaning the jug,
and vice versa. Ilence the jug is like the hurnnu
heart. No mortal eye can look into its recesses,
and you can only judge of its purity by what comes
out of it.
The Valley of Diamonds.
BY T. 11. OHIVERB, SI. D.
The Rise, the Fall, and Decline of the Roman tmp is,
are Three Books in the Grand Epic of the Ages, wi :er. in
blood. The downfall of Carthage, Tyre, and Babylon, were
three eventful scenes in the Great Drama of the Revolutions
of the Ages. The lessons taught by some of the Actors,
such as Lucretia, Brutus. Cincinnatus, and Fabrieius, are
indelibly inscribed upon the adamantine Pillars of Eternity.
The Roman Boy who stood undaunted before the proud Pro
scenium, and thrust his tender hand into the devouring
flames to shew how much it would take to subdue a’Roman
soul, was one of the Actors in the great eventful Drama of
the misdirected Ambition of Roman Patriotism. They all
teach us that he who destroys himself to perpetuate his vir
tues, destroys his virtues. He who wishes his virtues to
live, should live himself, that his virtues may survive in him.
Rome, in the flower of her greatness, stood in the midst of
the prostrate Nations around her, like the golden Image of
Ncbuohadnczzar in the midst of the assembled multitude who
came to kiss the opprobious earth beneath its feet.
YVhile she was thus trampling into dust the Rights of Man,
the wild Scythian, hearing the mighty thunders of her voice,
left his rude eanoe to float unpaddlod on the bosom of the
Y'olga, and coming to her very streets, stood up erect in the
native dignity of a Man, and. shaking his rustic sabre in her
palid face, cried aloud— Liberty! The Freeman of the
North came down from his frozen home, and rushing thro’
her iron gates, shook his lightning-like brand in the face of the
Roman Senate, and cried aloud— Liberty ! The lofty Goth,
who had left the Forests of Germany, came to her Capitol,
and striking it with his mace shouted aloud— Liberty ! The
mighty sound startled Oblivion 1 The prostrate Nations of
the earth heard the sound ; and the enslaved Roman, as if
the dead had risen from their graves to join the Immortal
Armies of the skies, shook oft’ the ponderous chains that
manacled his limbs, and stood erect in attitude divine, and
shouted aIoud—LIBERTY ! The mighty fabric of Roman
greatness was then tumbled into atoms—never to rise again!
An incorporeal Wand, with that earthquake-power which
shook the golden cup from the aspen-like hand of Belshazzer
at the Imperial Banquet, on that fatal night of blasphemy,
when his knees smote each other with tremulous fear, had
written upon her walls, Mene, Mene, Tekel, Lfiiarsin.
Thou art weighed in the balance and found wanting. The
last iron lash of God’s indignation was then broken in her
A Day at Amboy, N. J.
AMBOY, August 31, 1850.
Dear Doctor — Among the many places of resort for the
bone and sinew of New Jersey to spend a day there is none
more celebrated than Amboy.
Cape May, Long Branch and Schooley’s Mountain, are
noted for the resort of what may be- termed the upper Ten
of this State. But all those of the lower Ten , living east of
the mountain range which runs through the western part of
the State, make their annual pilgrimage to this consecrated
watering place. Here their Fathers and Grand-fathers have
from time immemorial, on one or more Saturday# of July
and August, come to dig clams and bathe in the noble Rar
itan. And they expect that their dutiful children (of which
there are not a few) will, in all coming time, pay their annual |
visits to this agreeable and health restoring spot.
I, in company with some Jersey friends, took my seat in a nice !
little Roekaway before which were two spirited horses, and set
our faces toward this East Jersey Mecca. After at: easy vide
of two hours, we arrived at the old town of Amboy, said to
be founded before the city of New York, and to have had I
considerable trade in foreign merchandize. At present it
numbers about two thousand inhabitants. The Harbor is
good and vessels are safe from storms. It has also a collector
of the revenue and other port regulations.
Here also is the residence of Dr. Andrews, who is super
intending the construction of an serial locomotivo for trans
porting passengers to the Land of Promise or California. The
Doctor it is thought will succeed. The town has an ancient
appearance the adjoining country is l productive. Corn, Oats,
Potatoes, Wheat, and Buckwheat are abundant. The town
is supported by what little commerce may be drawn to its
port. And its trade in clams and oysters for which the Bay
and river arc celebrated.
After a short stop at the Amboy House, we rode on to the
Beach, or as it is called the Bathing place. Here we found
some two thousand people of all ages, sexes and colors with
out distinction of party, wealth, birth or color. Here we
found what we had read of, the plain unsophisticated far
mers’ daughters, with a vast amount of good sense and
beauty, and but little of that, foolish affectation and airs, which
are too often found in what is called ultra fashionable soi : - v.
Here we found a long row of Rockaways, and covered wag
ons, not unlike your cotton wagons which served as
houses for the ladies. In these wagons the ladies pn; are
for their salt water ablutions, and thence sally out into the
river. Near by is a large meadow and cornfield which sere
in the place of wagons for the gentlemen. Here they doff
their Sunday clothes and replace with old fashioned woolens.
YY T hen all is ready they go, ladies and gentlemen, into the
water, then such a splashing, ducking and screaming as one
might suppose to find in Bedlam. After the bathing and
plenty of fish and clams aboard, they leave for home, ten
times more happy than the same number at Saratoga or
New Port. Our party went through the same ceremonies.
On our way back we stopel at Spa Spring, (a little celebra
ted in these parts) and took a drink of country mineral water
flavored with a little Jersey lightning , kindly furnished by
a friend of ours. Such Dear Doctor, is a day at, to and from
Amboy, with a few more left of the same sort.
Notes of Travel.
“ There are more things in Heaven and earth, Horatio,
than are dreamt of in our Philosophy”— Shakspeare.
A man came down in the cars this evening from Atlanta,
who was not only “ half Horse and half Aligator” but was
“ half Indian , half Nigger and half Devil.” YVhen he ar
rived at Charleston, he made the following remarkable con
fession. “ Well—aw,Capting—aw, this here—aw, aw the
fuss time — ate , that lemur seed savelt — team — taw—aw! ‘
This morning, the individual mentioned in the preceding
note, made the following eloquent speech: ‘‘YYell—aw,
Hamilton—aw, wat do you think —aw, of this here wald—
aw ? Lets quit it and go ovaw to England—aw, kill Prince
Albawt —aw, and bring little Y r iek back with us—aw, Ham
A few moments ago a ‘‘nigger” entered the gentlemen's
cabin with a polished bell in his hand, crying out at the top
of his voice, “ GenTmen, awl doze dat hab not got dar ticket
will please kawl at de Cabtin office and git the same !” A
little while after he made his appearance again, “ like
crying in the wilderness,*’ saying, “ GenTmen, awl d<„y c dat
wat got dar ticket will please kawl at de Cabtin’# offc C e and
show the same I”—Ting-a-ling-ling—ting-a-ling-lijig—ling
ting ling! * >
It is, perhaps, nothing more than justice concerned
for mo to say that that bell was the only polished thing be
longing to that Boat. ‘
Cel. Rrindlewhisker, of Charles on, >r'ade his appearance
at the ladies’cabin this morning, and poki 4 his ugly r.- J
head through the window, exclaimed in a dying-—cal;—tone,
“ Webster's in Eternity
1! • went on to make several remarks as to the 11 ■!;. • ,■-
sisting between the North and the : J v -.
the Cabin spoke of the manifest i • .> it in- > J.
had over the North, and portico .r
power of Georgia, when he repfe-d, “ D,> vou tbmit - ?
Why, I was in Georgia about a y-sr ag>, ;:.j tr;-_,! to Ljv
half a doz>.n eggs from no ciJ • . wh> refused to s.-L
them to me because she mid that it sold them to me
every b.<dy else would want t<> bu> ;b*-in from h r.’
Brining a deep sigh, 1 consoitd ch by raying. “ab
the fools are not dead yet.”
“ No,” said an elderly gentleman at my elbow, nor .'■
the liar* neither.”
His wile had the broken bone fever. YY hat do you think
he had ? Softening of the brain.
A few moments ago Col. Brindlewhisker’s broken bo ns
fevered wife, whispered in his ear and asked him, in a pa
thetic tone, who I was? He replied, “ Why, he's a Doctor!’’
A young lady of German descent, while traveling with us
yesterday from Philadelphia to New York, occupied the
whole of the time in talking in a fortissimo tone to two gen
tlemen about that which neither concerned herself nor any
body else in the wide world. She occupied two mortal hours
in attempting to relate a story about two men who had made
a wager to drink up each other's wine, and left us, in the
conclusion, like Pharaoh's host when drowned ia the Red
When we arrived at Petersburg, Virginia, we all stopped at
Jarrell's Hotel. Immediately after registering my name, I
went to him to get a room. But he said be had not one—
they were all occupied. I saw from the gianee of his eye,
what he was doing. I immediately turned away from him,
went out, and requested one us my friends to lend me his
hat. Putting it on my head at the same time Landing him
mine, I returned to the Bar, when he came up to me and
said, are you the gentleman who wished a room ?”
“ I am,” said I.
‘‘Well, you shall have one,” said he, anJ immediately
took mo up to one.
Do you know’, gentle reader, why this jackass refused to
give me a room in the first instance ? Because I had an old
hat on. So much for appearances in this world. Yet,
Shakespeare tells us that a ‘‘rose by any other name would
smell as sweet.’’ PIIILO VERITAS.
So safety ia Secession.
It cannot bo disguised that the design to dissever the North
nud South, is by many persons in Georgia, South Carolina,
Alabama and Mississippi, seriously entertained. There ia a
boldness in the utterance of disunion sentiments characteris
tic of settled determination, and a feeling tLat they are pop
ular among the masses. A portion of the press boldly an
nounce that it favors disunion. The following extract from
the Wilmington Aurora finds an echo in many other quar
“We are for disunion, every body knows that. We look
upon it as an inevitable necessity, postponeable perhaps, but
necessary, particularly necessary, to North Carolina. Her
present purpose is that of the giant, who thus recuperated
his energies. Let the battle come, and Rip Van Winkle will
teach some persons a lecture, which will never be forgotten.
There are here around us almost a regiment of picked men,
always rva ly, always rough, always gallant. ”
There is matter of astonishment in the blindness of those
who would urge the South to a civil conflict. The very ar
gument which so strongly urged in favor of Southern seces
sion, is the strongest possible reason for adherence to tha
Union. The safety of the South is alone in the shield of the
constitution. It is not invasion by an armed force which we
should so much fear in case a Southern confederacy should
be formed, as the civil means of attack which our enemies
would possess. Destroy the defences of the constitution,
and the entire South is open to insidious plots of religious en
thusiasts who would steal into our midst, exciting disaffection
and insurrection in our servile population. We could not
guard our frontier against their entrance. Similarity of lan
guage and blood remove all chance of discovering a foe who
might approach in the garb of friendship. Civil aid moral
agencies, secret, and of the most formidable character, would
excite to awaken in our midst a servile war, than which none
can be more fearful. These would supply the knife fer mur
der, and light the torch of midnight incendiarism.
Independent then of the direful consequences of a sects-”
sion, even could it bo peacefully made, the South, by abandon
ing the protection thrown around her by the compacts of the
constitution, would prepare the way for the destruction of
the rights she desires to maintain, o r lie? utter rina amidst
the horrors of a civil war.
The South is aggrieved; she may demand r.drcr-; jr : s
urges that her plea should be heard: and the i: • * .
obligations rest upon the deliberative eou.i.. - t the nati a ...
secure her against a continuance of aggression. Bui w
we press our claim with earntvnefrs and i.a initiation upon
Congress there is folly in threats and •.fenuuck.ii- a of the
Government which is our guarantee of prosperity and secu
While smarting under real wrong.-, mat y : <v. in
to gigantic proportions. The wealth andef :: : . ti. pros
perity and energy of the North, are regarded .s obtained at
the expense of the South. Her millions of to. ng hands,
and planning heads secure to the North h r progress. The
untiring activity—the forecast which penetrates the distant
future—develop her resources.
The South too should flourish and exhibit an extraordnary
development of all the elements of national powtr and ad
vancement. YVe hare our bi ds of coal and iron, our quarries
of granite and marble. YVe have a climate rtf'able for any
production of husbandry. YVe hare mountains S< mnding in
minerals, rich in ferests ; waterfalls that might move the ma
chinery of the world ; rivers that can accommodate it# com
merce*. YY'e alone produce the agrivultural staple# which
control the market* of civiliied nation# , and yet in all tlint
constitutes progress, we are outstripped by our’ mere North
ern neighbors, who hare a comparatively sterile .il and un
prepitions climate. The fault ia our own. YVe talk of seces
sion from the Union, when we should assiduously cultivate
the means of independence. Our reprew r.tativea in Con
gress often display subtle ingenuity in splitting hairs
‘‘Between tha YVest and Northwest aide;”
while those of the North art pressing bill# for the advantage
of their constituency. Northern ship owners were once threat
ened with ruin by the votes of the South. Resistance wa#
made but not to the point of disunion. Capital was turned in
to anew channel and prosperity revived. I# it not well to
learn wisdom by the example# of our brethren ?
Let ns drive the Northern factionists by our manufactures
out of the market, instead of p rinitting them to drive us out
of the Usich.” Let us build up a dome tie commerce, instead
of becoming under a Southern confederacy a mere commer
cial appendage of an European power. Let us produce our
grain, cur meat, onr horses, and our cattle, instead of depend
ing upon the free States Dr bread. This will give us politi
cal strength ; this will defend us against Northern agitation ;
this will enable us to maintain a balance of power in the Uni
on. Our first duty to ourselves and to the Southern States,
is to lend a helping hand to the development of our resour
Circumstanced as wc are. they are in reality enemies to tha
Smth. however they may claim to b* friends, who wwuld