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YOL. 2.
@ij3 plaYs
For the Georgia Citizen.
•• illy Childhood’s Home.”
I stand once more upon the self-same sod,
Whereon my childlmod's sportive feet have trod,
Again I stand beneath the sheltering tree,
Where once 1 gamboled innocent and free.
Here are the walks and there's the same parterre,
Where oft, at eve. my father would repair,
And feel, when gazing on its parting ray,
That life's last beams presaged a brighter day.
Here is the Hall from which a mother’s prayer
Was borne to heaven upon the nightly air
Where in my heart she fondly sought to sow,
The seeds of virtue which she hoped would grow.
Where with mv brothers and my sisters dear,
I laughed away full many a happy year —
Free as the birds that chased the fleeting breeze
Or caroled sweetly from the neighbYmg trees.
llow more than strange! though years have rolled
between,
’Tis but, as yesterday, I view this scene
Parental tones, methinks, I still can hear
And vocal m irtli seems dying on my ear.
But no ! that circle is dissolved ; no more
We’ll meet together as we’ver met before,
No more we’ll meet around the hearth-stone here,
The heirs of hope and enemies of care.
Some in the grave’s oblivious sleep do lay
And others dwell in regions far away
While none remain to tell the sad’ning tale
Os those pure joys as bl ight as they were frail.
The eager bee that leaves a rosy bower
To seek for treasures in a garden flower,
Doth lose in substance what he gains in 6how
And learns too late his hopeless choice to rue.
Thus, restless man; how often dost thou roam
Jn search of pleasures which are left at home,
Thus I’ve dropped rosy flowers, once bright and gay,
In time's rude stream, which wafted them away.
But I must go—l cannot here remain
Where gkAts of vanished pleasures haunt my brain
And where a mirror, of my childhood’s scene
Too clearly proves I am not what I’ve been.
CIIEHAW* MINSTREL.
For the Georgia Citizen.
Stanzas to E.
Lovely bud, of richest pTor-ri>
Why so dear a treasure g.vtn ?
Was it, to be taken from us,
Lovelie r still to bloom in heaven ?
Every heartstring, round thee clinging,—
Oh, how painful was the rending !
Art thou gone?—the Death Toll—ringing—
Tells us—Dust with dust is blending.
Meekly suffering, uncomplaining,
„ Viewing all as transitory,
Resignation calm maintaining,
Early wast thou ripe for Giory.
Heir to pain, and selfdenials ;
Sympathizing friends behold thee ;
Child of sorrows, and of trials,
Bleedinrr hearts no nore enfold thee.
Soon the pilgrimage o as ended, —
Rest thy weary feet :s £> ‘'qg ;
Hearts congenial now are blenaed,
Emends, long absent, thou art meeting,
TNov. robe cr c '. yzzling whiteness
Thy form seraphic graces,
And a crown of sparkling brightness
That sweet brow of thine embraces.
Liveliest gratitude is swelling
Thy full soul to overflowing :
On rich mercy thou art dwelling,
With Angelic rapture glowing.
Loud thv harp is ringing
With Redemption's Wond’rousstory,
Noblest praises thou artsinging
To the mighty God of Glory.
Fare thee well, dear saint, forever
More on earth, will friendship greet thee ;
Fare thee well, but not forever,—
Soon, we hope, in heaven to meet thee.
L.
Written for the Georgia Citizen.
To the Violet.
BY Dlt. A. W. BURROWS.
Inscribed with affectionate regard to his cousin Lily
at Pictured Rocks, Pa.
Os all the flowers that deck the field
For sweetness none, no none as yet
Could to me half the pleasure yield
A3 thou dost lovely Violet.
For sure thou art the loveliest flower
In Flora’s garden e’er was set
And I can spend full many an hour
To view thee lovely Violet.
In summer’s sun and evening shade
The modest flower, I’ll ne’er forget
And from the ever verging glade
I’ll choose thee, charming Violet.
Others may choose the loftier flower
The Rose and Lilly make their pet
But give me by my woodbine bower
My lovely modest Violet.
Macon, 1851.
For the Georgia Citizen.
The dyins Poet.
BY T. H. CHIVF.RS, M. D.
“I feel the daisies growing over me" — Real's dy
ing Words.
A little while this storm shall rage,
And then ’twill all be o’er—
The cold dark blood will then engago
iy~i>eating heart no more!
TIIK GRAVE.
No—never —never more!
The fiery soul that fed on love,
From this worn frame must part,
And there, forever more, above,
Live mateless from my heart!
TIIE .SHAVE,
Forever from *V* v neart!
The dismal, shadowy vale that lies
In death’s dark region there,
Is now between my tearful eyes
And Heaven—where all is fairl
THE GRAVE,
Most purely, heavenly fair !
My young years’ youngest flowers that grew
And garlanded my brow,
Arc slain beneath the heavy dew
And all are withered now !
THE GRAVE,
Withered forever now !
I see that Earth cannot suffice
To give my spirit rest!
1 now will go above the skies,
And sing among the blest —
THE GRAVE,
The holy, heavenly blest 1
GEMS OF THOUGHT.
Persons ;vho talk constantly must often say
things useless and common-place.
Be careful how you choose.your associates,
and let no consideration ever lead you into
doubtful company.
For the Georgia Citizen.
LEO.\I,
OR THE ORPHAN OF VENICE.
A TRAGEDY IN FIVE ACTS.
BY T. H. CHIVER9, M. D.
[ Continued .]
Dramatis Person®
MEN.
Count Alvar, Leom'h seducer, afterwards married to Theresa.
Don Carlos, I.tsM, frit-nd to Leosi, and brother to Elvira.
Alvlno, covstn and husband to Leoni.
Do>- Pedo, friend to Count Alvar.
Coi' nt Rodolph, father to Theresa and one of the Duke's
Council.
Duke and his council.
OrricEß and Guard.
WOMEN.
Leoni, Orphan of Venice.
Elvira, her friend.
Theresa, wife to Count Alvar.
act V.—SCENE 1.
The same apartment in Don Carlos’ Palaee—Enter
Don I’edro, and Elvira.
DON PEDRO.
Open thy bosom—take me to thy heart —
And cage my soul there, where it loves to live?^.
For, as the niateless Swan, long from his home,
Waits for the coming of the gentle Spring,
To leave the sunny waters of the South,
And seek the milder Summer of his own ;
And, rising from the languid blades at even,
Soars through the untriod regions of the air,
And, from the pathless altitudes above,
Descends upon the bosom of bis home,
And, meeting with his fellows, floats in joy ;
So hath my longing soul, from day to day,
Soared through the desert-bleakness of dark deeds,
To gain possession of this longed-for joy !
ELVIRA.
And Carlos lives to recompence thee now,
For all the benefits bestowed on him ;
And see thee happy in Elvira's love.
In giving thee m) hand, my heart is given ;
In yielding up my heart, my soul is thine ;
And giving that, there is no more to give,
But that devotedness in after life,
V\ hieh is the consequence of all my gifts.
DON PEDRO.
Then are the buddings of my earliest
Expanded to the fulness of that flower !
Which only decks the paradise of bliss!
ELVIRA.
And now the pulse of Carlos is as calm
As that most solemn pause in nature, when
The silence doth succeed the raging storm.
For there is not within his friendly heart
A single pulse that beats beyond the time
In which the sympathies of .canquil life
Are chained in one harmonious round of joy.
But, poor Alvino ! fettered as lie is,
And doomed to suffer for an act so just!
And poor Leoni! faithful to the last!
It makes me sorry from my very soul ?
DON PEDRO.
Is she permitted still to stay with him ?
ELVIRA.
She is more faithful to Alvino's love
Thau is the Sunflower to the God of Day !
For though it meet liim at the rising morn,
And follow him through all the weary hours,
To the soft drooping of the languid West —
At night there is no sun to follow then^^-""'^
But through the weary hours of all the day, >
And through the silent hours of all the night,
llrs she heen faithful to Alvino's love !
T f‘ ft see! my brother coines ! llow mild he seems ?
k Enter Don Carlos.
’ DON CARLOS.
Don Pedro! in the presence of the Gods,
I now present to thee the richest gem
That ever sparkled in the mine of truth !
And one that has been worn upon my breast
For eighteen gentle Summers— she is thine !
And now, as if the heavenly Gift were made
To be restored again at some blest hour,
With all the richness of her present worth—
I charge you to be dutiful to her,
And cherish her with all the power of love !
For she is thine—forever to be thine !
[Uniting their hands.
And like the mountain rock, forever more,
Standing amid the brief decay of things,
Robed with the greenness of its velvet moss,
Which, while it hides its inequalities,
Gives beauty to the outlines of its form
May all thy years, while others fall around,
Present the greenness of enduring youth !
DON PEDRO.
Then, Carlos, in this hour— this single hour —
Thou dost behold more joy in Pedro's soul,
Than ever lived in man ! —Give me thy hand!
DON CARLOS.
[Giving his hand.
Thou hast been faithful, Pedro, to the last,
And, for thine honesty, shouldst have the girl—
Therefore, the gift is thine—forever thine !
For you, Elvira— you may wait awhile—
I have seme business with your lord, before
Your wedding day !
[Exit Elvira.
Oh ! ye immortal Gods !
How Ido thank you for this hour ! this hour,
Os all my life, is sweetest to my soul!
It sweeps away all former grief, as if
It had not been ! I thank you, Oh ! ye Gods !
One villain in the grave—the other here !
They should have both been tumbled in one hole—
Rotting in death, as they have lived in life i
DON PEDRO.
[Aside, much agitated.
I have foreboded this! What must be done ?
DON CARLOS.
Don Pedro ! come this way!—come near tome!
The Chalice which I offered thee just now,
So full of perfect joy, that it ran o’er—
I dash to fragments on the Rock of Hell!
DON PEDRO.
Oh! Carlos! you are angry with mo now !
If l have wronged you, let it pass— forgive !
For I am sorry from my soul!
DON CARLOS.
Base fiend !
Did you expect my sister's baud ? That hand
Which is as dear to me as life ! Think you
That / would give my sister to a fiend ?
Oh! cursed fool ! I gave her thee, to show
Thee, snatching her away, the cruel pangs
Os unrequited love ! She Loves thee not —
No, hates thee — hates thee as my soul does now ?
DON PEDRO.
Oh I Carlos! kill me, rather than say that! /
DON CARLOS.
Kill thee ? I mean to cut thee all to pieces !
The splintery lightnings of the unsealed Heavens,
Were snailpaced to the thunders of revenge ?
DON PEDRO.
Think, Carlos, who has saved thy life!
DON CARLOS.
My life ?
My cunning—not thy treachery ; or, if
It did, you should not live forit —but die ! yes, die!—
Nay, rather say, who stole my life ? Who helped
CouDt Alvar bear Almeda from my arms ?
Ah ! tremble ! tremble at my power!
[ Drawing his dagger.
in nil tljings —Ileiitrnl in mitijing:’
MACON, GEORGIA, SATURDAY MORNING, JUNE 14, 1851.
DON PEDRO.
[Kneeling.
Forgive!
Have mercy on your friend !
DON CARLOS.
My foe, you mean !
Did you have mercy on my heart, when it lay ‘
Bleeding— withering at your feet ? No- no !
And do you ask forgiveness in this world?
Do you expect it in the nixt ?
DON PEDRO.
; * I do ,
And hope you will forgive!
DON CARLOS.
Hope not —there is
No hope—forgiveness none !
DON PEDRO.
Do spare my life !
DON CARLOS.
No, thou shalt die ! Guilt-spotted as thou art,
Thou shalt descend to that infernal world,
Where Hell's immortal dogs shall gnaw thy soul!
DON PEDRO.
Let me but see Elvira once !
DON CARLOS.
No more!
Not in this world, nor in the world to come !
She will not go to Hell —nor you to Heaven!
DON FEDRO.
Then farewell, world !
DON CARLOS,
That was well said !
[Taking him by the throat.
Thy life!
DON PEDRO.
Oh! spare me but one hour ! —but half an hour!
DON CARLOS.
No longer than the impatience of my soul
Can lead the hence to instant death !—Come on !
[Leading him out.
Re-enter elvira.
ELVIRA.
What! gone? Yes, gone! But where ? Ah! by
this time,
Poor Pedro’s soul is on its way to Heaven !
If not to Heaven, to that unfathomed gulf,
Where all the sinful in this world must go !
Re-enter don carlos in haste.
DON CARLOS.
Elvira ! it is done!
ELVIRA.
What have you done ?
DON CARLOS.
Despatched that devil’s soul to Hell! down, down!
Where Hell’s lank wolves, forever famished, howl,
And bark obstreperous thunder round the damned !
Will he not serve the devil there, as here?
What if my wife should meet him in that world \y
Would she not know him there, as here ? She would!
If there is lechery in Hell, they have hot times—
Count Alvar being there among the rest!
ELVIRA.
I wish it had not been !
DON CARLOS.
Why so ? What now ?
ELVIRA.
I fear I never shall find rest !
DON CARLOS.
What! are
You better than lam ? You need no rest!
There is no rest on earth—nor peace—nor joy—
Nor any thing that you should care about!
ELVIRA,
I fear that I have sinned !
DON CARLOS.
You have not sinned—
You are as guiltless as a newborn child.
ELVIRA.
But then I promised to be his.
DON CARLOS.
llow his ?
Don Pedro's wife ? Then you have sinned indeed
For that, your soul can find no rest on earth 1
I did not think that I could hate you so!
ELVIRA.
Oh 1 hate me not! but do forgive — forgive !
DON CARLOS.
I have no time for parley now ! Each grain
Os sand that, from the Hour-glass of old time,
Falls on the earth, crowds on the life of one,
Olympus high, which must be saved ! Ye Gods!
That, through the vistas of long, trying years,
Have smiled upon my purpose to this hour—
Look down upon me with propitious smiles,
And aid me to achieve my greatest work !
ELVIRA.
Whore go you now ?
DON CARLOS.
I go to save my friend 1
ELVIRA.
Farewell! —My God have mercy on your soul!
[Exit.
SCENE 11.
The same apartment in Count Rodolph's palace. —
He is seated by a table writing.—Enter theresaP
THERESA.
When does Alvino die ?
COUNT RODOLPH.
He dies at three !
THERESA.
Where is Don Carlos ?
COUNT RODOLPH.
He is free again.
THERESA.
He should be free. He is a noble soul ?
COUNT RODOLPH.
You talk of soul. Leoni has the soul—
She is all soul!
THERESA.
Does she remain with him ?
COUNT RODOLPH.
She docs.
ELVIRA.
Think you that she will die with him ?
COUNT RODOLPH.
She will. Why should she live ? She has no friend !
And living friendless is but living death!
THERESA.
To die, you know, is terrible to all!
I question much if she will have the
COUNT RODOLPH.
A woman's spirit can do any thing.
I almost wish he had not been condemned—
Or, that he could be pardoned for her sake !
THERESA.
That would not do ! Then be would kill us all !
No, he must die! There must be no reprieve !
Exit.
Enter Don Carlos.
DON CARLOS.
Count Rodolph ! is Alvino dead ?
COUNT RODOLriI.
Not yet.
DON CARLOS.
When does he die ?
COUNT RODOLriI.
At three.
DON CARLOS.
Thou liest ? he lives
COUNT RODOLPH.
What do you mean ?
DON CARLOS.
I mean he should not die !
Not while this arm lias power to wield this sword!
COUNT RODOLPH.
No power can save his life! He dies at three !
DON CARLOS.
Then say thy prayers! Thou shalt not live on hour ;
COUNT RODOLPII.
Are you insane ?
DON CARLOS.
Insane as sanity
Can make a man— distracted for my friend !
His life is in thy power—he must be saved !
COUNT RODOLriI.
My power ? I cannot save his life !
DON CARLOS.
Then you
Can die !
COUNT RODOLPn.
I am gfitonished at this talk !
DON CAiVf.OS.
Astonished? DiJ );ou your friend?
Would you not die to save Uiat friend? Then die!
He is thy friend —yes, every body's friend!
COUNT RODOLPH.
llow can I save his life? /
DON /CARLOS.
Do you not know ?
Give me the keys!
COUNT RODOLPH.
The prison keys.
COUNT RODOLPH.
I have no keys.
DON CARLOS.
Then write me his reprieve.
COUNT RODOLPH.
I have no power to grant you his reprieve!
DON CARLOS.
Then sign the Duke’s name to it!
COUNT RODOLPH.
Forge Ills name
Then l shall die for forgery !
DON CARLOS.
Better that,
Than die so suddenly — so unprepared !
COUNT RODOLPH,
[ Writing.
W ell, if it must be done—it must be done !
[Giving Don Carlos the paper, >
DON CARLOS. /
Then, by the Gods ! ho lives ! he lives again !
[Exit.
COUNT RODOLPH.
By Heavens ! there is some mystery in this !
And I must leave the city for my life!
[Exit.
SCENE 111.
The interior of a Prison —Alvar and Leoni are
lying asleep, from the effects of the Narcotic
which they have taken — A noise , as from a crowd ,
is heard without.
leoni.
[Slowly recovering.
So, twilight visions gathers round my soul,
And Angels play about my couch to-night!
Where is Alvino ? Was it he that spoke ?
If this were Heaven, Alvino would be here!
There are no sounds in Heaven ! there, Angels sing !
There Angel’s songs are heard ! Alvino sings!—
( A,:
* waking.
Leoni ! darkness gather roe soul!
What gloom is this that my head ?
Oh ! there are heavy things uponT.ie now 1-^
Leoni! gentlest of revengeful loves !
Look at these manly hands—all chained ! yes chained!
As if my soul found music in their links !
Oh! how they sing the Requiem of my death!
LEONI.
[Rising.
Thou hast redeemed me unto death with thee—
The sweatest death that ever mortal died !
To live without thee, would be living death !
To die with thee will be eternal life!
This is the Gate through which we pass to Heaven !
Wo are not dead until we pass this Gate !
ALVINO.
[.Rising.
Oh ! for the Carol of that Heavenly Bird !
The Nightingale that lias complained so long—
Pouring the sweetness of her plaintive song
To the deaf ears of an offending world !
Sing on, sad bird ! for thou shalt sing no more !
[Noise without.
Leoni! ’tis too dark for Heaven—’tis Hell!
LEONI.
Look here thou dost not see this precious thing ?
This was an Angel's gift! ’Twill couch all pain !/
Through all the fibres of thy manly heart,
Send sleep—immortal sleep! send night—dark night!
And make thy morrow in another world !
[Noise icithout again.
ALVINO.
What sound was that ? The summons ? We must part!
LEONI,
W e part ? We will not sever in this world!
I have a tale to tell too sweet for that !
’Twill send an anthem through thy very soul!
It is too deep to fathom in this world !
[Raising the dagger.
Here is one chapter thou hast never read !
Alvino ! this shall drowse away all life !
’Tis warm with that which it shall turn to icc!
ALVINO.
A little moment more, Leoni! then —
LEONI.
I, who have been thy pathway to the tomb,
\\ ill be thy partner through the shades of death !
This is the marriage banquet of our loves!
Alvino! thou hast never known me yet!
This world has never known fond woman’s lovqv
This is the place that lesson shall be taught,
That he who ever knew Leoni’s love,
May love her, that her love is woman’s love 1
[A'oise at the door without.
ALVINO.
They come, Leoni! Hold ! thou canst not kill!
LEONI.
What! cannot kill ? The strength of death too weak ?
A lion’s strength is weak to tlii^/VNow —come!
[SAe slabs herself hands him the dagger, and falls.
ALVINO.
Now, that her own dear blood is on the blade,
And she is waiting at Heaven's Gate for me,
I cannot bear to stay so long from her!
LEONI.
Alvino! [diss.
ALVINO.
Ila! she calls me! I must go!
[Stabs himself and falls.
Leoui ’. see ! Alvino comes to thee !
[Dies.
[Enter Don Carlos in haste.
DON CARLOS.
Gods! are they dead? Yes, they are dead, dead,
dead! —
And I have come too late to save my friend !
Oh! my Alvino ! Carlos was your friend,
And yet you died believing him your foe !
Great powers, Alvino ! where is my comfort now ?
Here, with Alvino—poor Leoni!
[Dead.
THE CURTAIN FALLS.
END QF ACT FIFTH.
Concluded.
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Higher Law Nonsense.
The ‘Sigma,’ of the Boston Transcript,is tak
ing off the epidermis of the ‘higher law’ with a
sharp knife. In the course of one of his articles,
he relates the following incident, showing the
influence of the abolition excitement in Boston,
previous to the President’s manly proclamation.
After referring to a report that an officer of the
United States had gone to Springfield in pur
suit of fugitive slaves, ‘Sigma’says :
‘Not long after this false alarm, I met a very
worthy man, about fifty years of age, near the
easterly corner of School street. 1 had known
him as a fellow-citizen for many years. Tie was
a grave man, of a mild, pleasant temper, as I
had always supposed, and had been, for several
years a member of the Common Council. I re
ferred to the foolish excitement about nothing
at Springfield. ‘/ wish,' 1 said he, ‘ the slave
catchers ivould come here.’ ‘lndeed !’ said I,
‘I am sure I hope they will not.’ ‘/ hope they
'll come,’ said he, with much excitement, I'll be
the first man to hang ‘em to a lamp>-post.’ ‘My
good sir,’ said I. ‘do you not see that, in such an
attempt,you would violate the law and the con
stitution V ‘l don't care for that either,’ said he,
snapping his fingers as he spoke. It is impos
sible to convey any just idea of my surprise to
the reader, unaeqainted, as he is, with the in
dividual who so absurdly exposed himself. The
hearers of the reverend Mr. Colver would scarce
ly be more surprised to see their spiritual guide
riding through our streets to destruction upon
the back of an unbroken, lawless jackass, with
the tail in his hand. I was amazed to perceive
upon what sober personages the infernal spirit
of misrule could lay its violent hands.’
Certainly a very happy illustration of a high
er law conscience, which can strain at a gnat,
and yet swallow a camel with perfect facility.
Slavery is the one sin, and murder and viola
tion of the law are exalted as virtues. But we
feel curious to know what become of the ‘grave
man’ when the ‘slave catchers’ did come to
Boston. llow happened it that he let ’em off
without the lamp-post, and permitted them to
take Sims besides ? It is well that Boston had
that opportunity of proving that their grave cut
throats and cowards compose but a small por
tion of her population.
‘Sigma,’ in bis racy way, does up the New
York Evangelical Congregational Association
‘quite brown.’
That body passed, some time since, the fol
lowing resolutions :
‘ Resolved , That while we recognise the obli
gation to obey the laws of the land, we make an
exception in case of all such provisions as con
travene the higher law of God. Resolved, That
we advise all persons to render every needful
aid and comfort to fugitive slaves, just the same
as if there was no law in the land forbidding
it.’
‘Sigma,’ thus comments:
‘Was ever solemn nonsense and the very es
sence of treason soabsurdly labelled -orthodoxy!
They ‘ recognise their obligation to obey the laics
of the land,’ with an exception. What excep
tion? l Such ‘provisions as contravene the higher
laic of God.’ I beseech the commnuity to look
at this. Who shall decide the question what
provisions contravene sc.? The Lords spirit
ual ? Shall it be left to an ecclesiastical council
of evangelical free soilers ? Shall the New York
Evangelical Congregational Association, be set
up in the place of the Supreme Judicial Court
—Parson Spook in the Chair instead of Chief
Justice Marshall or some other learned and
competent arbitrator ? No. Probably the sov
ereign people are hardly prepared to go back
into the leading strings of conclaves and synods
and give up the Coke and Blackstone, and pick
up their higher law, for the present practical oc
casions of society, from the Peutateuch. No;
the rule—the only acceptable rule, must be
quisquepro se. Aristophanes believed that he
carried a frog in his belly, and every good citi
zen must believe that he carries about w ith him,
w herever he goes, a little portable judicial court
in the very same place, Every man’s con
science—including, necessarily, those that are
seared with a hot iron—is infallible! Here
alone will he find that higher law which contra
venes all human law. There are men, who,
like John Milton, are restrained from polygamy
by human laws alone. The Evangelicals of
the poughkeepsie convention commend to
all such th 2 higher law! There is no lack of
people w ho fully believe they have a good right
to a portion of their neighbor’s goods. How
grateful they must feel to those reverend block
heads of the Congregational Association who
have made them acquainted with this 1 great
medicine,’ as the Indians would call it, the high
er laic!’
Refined Cruelty in 11 urbane Massachu
setts.
The Irish American of New York city, con
tains the following statements. They alford a
beautiful commentary upon the sincerity of
those loud professions of philanthropy, by which
Massachusetts has lately distinguished her
self.
It appears that the State of Massachusetts
has on her statute-book an old law that author
izes her to transport beyond the State any poor
persons who are not citizens of the place where
they belong. Under the authority of this law
a poor woman, residing at Southbridge, Mas
sachusetts, having two children, was forcibly
carried out of the State. Her name was Eliza
Sullivan, and for eighteen long years she had
resided in the country, and for the last seven
years in Southbridge, where she was noted for
being an industrious hard toiling woman. But
her husband had left her about two years ago,
and she was forced to labor hard for the support
of herself and family. The selectmen of the
town recently employed her to scrub and clean
the town hall, in doing which she caught a se
vere cold, and was forced to ask charity. Upon
her application for assistance, instead of getting
auy,she was arrested, and brought before ajus
tice of the peace, on the charge of being an en
cumbrance to the town. A warrant w r as plac
ed in the hands of an officer, and she was allow
ed one hour to get ready to leave the State.—
She was taken to Boston, to be shipped on board
the Daniel Webster for Liverpool; but as the
ship bad no room for her, she was placed in the
hands of another officer, and brought to New
York city, and put on board the ship Shannon,
for Liverpool. From that ship she was fortu
nately rescued by the Irish Emigrant Society.
She says that the only place in the world that
she has friends is in Southbridge, Massachu
setts, and this place the humanity of the Emi
grant Society has .sent her, and provided for her
comforts for sometime.
The officer who placed her on board the S^.-vu
non to send her back to Ireland, could have
been arrested under a law of this State, which
punishes, by imprisionment in a State prison, a
person for forcibly sending another out of the
State. It was a clear case of kidnapping to for
cibly place her on shipboard. Foor Mr. Sulli
van bad given his labor for the growth and ad
vancement of our country for eighteen years; all
her children were born upou our soil; and the’
inhumanity of the authorities of Massachusetts
is one of the worst circumstances recorded
against her people for a long time. They resist,
.by all means in their power, the sending back
a negro slaves to his master,on whose plantation
he was born and reared, and w’here lie will get
enough to eat, drink, and wear; but a poor and
unfortunate woman was forced aboard a ship,
and sent 3,000 the uuean tQ a starv
ing land. . N
This man's ‘love for humanity’ as is shown
by bis hatred to all whites, and especially all
Southern mankind.
A Nat for the Secessionists.
Some of the perils of disunion or secession by South
Carolina, are thus graphically set forth by the Hon. A.
Burt, of Abbeville District. Mr. B. is a member of
Congress from that Slate:
“ The slave population of South Carolina, increases
more rapidly than the white race, and at this time con
siderably exceeds it. What would he our means of dif
fusing over new and less populous countries, our rapid
ly increasing slave population, if South Carolina makes
herself a foreign State, by secession ? Our slaves may
now be carried into any State in the Union, which has
not made the introduction of them unlawful. They
may he 6old to the citizens of each State, and sent off
with their owners. The vast and fertile lands of Mis
sissippi and Texas offer tempting fields for the slave la
bor of the old Southern States. Congress has no pow
er to interpose any prohibition or restraint. But Con
gress has long since, under the special provision of the
Constitution, made the introduction of slaves from a
foreign country into a State of the Union, a highly pen
al offence. The moment, therefore South Carolina
shall secede from the Union—the other Southern States
remaining in it—that moment it would be a high crime
to carry a slave from this State to Georgia, or any oth
er State. Such State would have no power to author
ise it, the power being in Congress. The boundaries of
our own State could never be passed by a slave, so long
as it should be a foreign State. We have already been
excluded from California and Utah, and New Mexico,
by the unconstitutional and unjust legislation of Con
gress. and shall we now permit our own infatuation to
exclude us from the rest of the world ? Heaven save
us from such insanity !”
Inion Meeting in Monree.
Forsyth, June 3d, 1851.
At a meeting of the Constitutional Union Party of
Monroe county, held this day, E. G. Cabaniss was
called to the Chair, and Dr. A. Bean appointed Secre
tary.
The Chairman explained the object of the meeting,
and on mot on, the following committee was appointed
to report the names of suitable persons as Delegates to
a Convention to ho lieid in Mscon on the 4th day of
July next, to nominate a candidate for Congress in the
3d District; and also Delegates to a Convention to
nominate a candidate for Senator in the 25th Senatorial
District, viz: 11. Phinazee, J. L. Woodward, E. M.
Butler, Dr. S. M. Burney, M. Goggans, L. G Hick
man, A. Perkins. J. Iv. Simmons, M. Merritt, J. Pow
ell, A. Barkley, J. R. Turner and L. B. Alexander.
The committee, upon their return, submitted the
following report, which was adopted :
Resolved, That the following persons be appointed
Delegates to the Union Convention to be held in Ma
con on the 4th day of July next, to nominate a candi
date fur Congress in the 3J District, viz: E. G Cab
aniss, Esq., Joseph A. McGruder, David Howard,
and P. II Mills, Esq.
Resolved, That the Union Party of the Senatorial
District composed of the counties of Bibb and Monroe,
hold a Convention at Stallings’ Store, on the second
Tuesday in July next, to nominate a candidate for Sen
ator in said District, and that the following persons be
appointed Delegates from this county, viz:
Thirteenth District —W. 11. Long, S. Fuller.
Steele's District —W. Peyton, A. D. Steele.
Brantley's District —W. 11. ThrelkeJd, W. 11.
Thrash.
Cox's District —W. B. Davis, L. B. Alexander.
Seventh District —L. W. Morrison, W. F. Dar
den.
Sixth District —J. M. W bite, J. Goodram.
Red llonc District —Dr. J. M. Parsons, W. R.
Banks.
Third District —W. 11. Graham, G. M. English.
Fourth District —W. F. Mapp, S. Duke.
Fourteenth District —G. A. Willis, M. M. Diek
en.
Kelsey's District —W. Hill, W. Varner.
Russellville District —J. 11. Banks, L. Hamlin.
Fifth District— W. C. Hanson, K. Clark.
Cullodcn District —J. L. Woodward, W. J. Bry
an.
Dillard's District —T. J. Mann, E. Tlanson.
Forsyth District —VV. 8. Norman, A. V. Mann.
Resolved , That the following persons be requested
to make arrangements in their respective Districts to
send three Delegates from each District to meet in For
syth on the first Tuesday iu August next, to nominate
candidates for the Representative branch of the Gen
eral Assembly, viz:
P. S. Ilolt and David 11. Moore, in the Thirteenth
District.
J. It. Turner and J. T. Patterson, Brantley’s Dis
trict
Thomas Burgay and Hillary T hrash, Steele's Dis
trict.
C. Cox and J. L. Ilill, Cox's District.
J. T. Crowder and M. Merritt, Sixth District.
Daniel Pondeeand P. Randle, Dillard's District
O. J. Willis and M. Dumas. Seventh District.
C. F. Gibson and E. W. Brazier, Sen., Red Bone
District.
L. G. Hickman and 11, English, Third District.
Jethro Williams and S. Waller. Jr., Kelsey’s Dis
trict.
J. K. Simmons and 11. F. Jackson, Russellville Dis
trict.
John Powell and Wilson Darden, Fifth District.
P. McMickle and M. Goggans, Fourteenth Dis
trict.
D. F. Ponder and S. Nolen, Fourth District.
W. E. Laud and J. W. Patterson, Forsyth Dis
trict.
R. M. Jackson and M. G. Jordan, Cuiloden Dis
trict.
On motion—
Resolved, That the proceedings of this meeting be
published in the Georgia Journal and Messenger and
Georgia Citizen.
The meeting then adjourned.
E. G. CABANISS, Ch'n.
A. Bean, Sec.
W*o wish our Southern cctemporaries to take notice
that we have not yet seen a single line in a Northern
newspaper commendatory of Seward's recent abolition
letter. Even his wooly organs iu Albany and 80-jtou
are sileut oa the subject. “Vaulting ambition has o'er
leapt’’ the saddle this time. —New 1 ork Mirror.
Tiic Next Legislature.—ln pointing out som#
of the objects which should engage the attention of the
next Legislature, the Rome (Ga.) Courier makes the
following sensible remarks:
“ The first act of the next Legislature will probaidy
be to prevent the introduction of negroes for sale or hire
from other States. This* measure is highly important
to the security and prosperity of every class of our fel
low citizens. Each succeeding year'•brings into our
midst in droves the vicious and unruly slaves of Mary -
land and Virginia: and even Kentucky,, finding free
more profitable than slave labor, is ridding herself of
her refractory negroes for our especial benefit. In the
meantime, we are likely soon to 6d ourselves with a
surplus biack population, a depreciated cotton market,
an exhausted soil,empty cribs, lean horses, mounted by
runaway and desperate owners. If coming events can
be learned by their advancing shadows, ere .we are
aware, we ars to have a small specimen of this state oi
things, so wonderfully facilitated by our last Legisla
ture. Very well, the past cannot be recalled or retriev
ed, but the future can be guarded, and every tpau
should go pledged to the next Legislature to aid in tire
repeal of the Uw giving admission to slaves to this State
for mIo or hire.”
CorreGpnkirp.
LETEERS FROM THE NORTH—SO. 15.
New Haven, May 24, 1851..
Dear Doctor :—I have recently taken a good deal
of pains logo back through the sacred and profane his
tory of six thousand years to find out who was the big
gest liar therein recorded; and I have just come to
the conclusion .hat the Rev. Henry Ward lleocher is
the man. What I moan by this is, that l have failed to
find, in all this history, a single man who could tell the
same number of lies within the same compass. Now,
Ido not blame a man for talking a common “ white
lie'' — especially when he does not mean any harm by
it—but when a man, who professes to be a Clergyman ,
tells lies that are so black that the midnight blackness
out of which the Devil’s throne in Hell was manufac
tured, looks as white as snow by the 6ide of them—l do
blame him.
This Abolitionist Wolf, in sheep’s clothing, recently
deli.ered a speech at an Anti-Slavery meeting held in
the New York Tabernacle, in which he tells ail the
following wilful We* :
First, he says that the Bible is against Slavery. This
is not only lie the first, but is wilful, premeditated lie
the first. He either knows that the Bible does sane*,
tion slavery, or lie is ignorant ol what he professes,
which i‘just as bad as if he were the biggest liar in all
creation
Second, he says that there were people in the days
of Christ, who held as many as four thousand slaves,
to whom he preached, testifying his disapprobation of
the institution. This is lie the second, as there is no
such thing on record. Clirist spoke precisely the re-.
verse of this.
Third, he says that slavery “ degrades man to a level;
with the brute.” Tliia w fie the third, a rascally in
vention of his own.
Fourth, he says that the “Constitution, in support
ing slavery, is against the laws of God.” This i lie
the fourth.
Sixth, he says that they “ encourage libertinism
among the slave population.” This is infernal lie the
sixth. There were more rascality and prostitution
then going on under the sonnd of that traitor's voice
than will ever take place in the State of Georgia dayr
ing the existence of the globe. Here was a Judas who
sopped in the dish and betrayed his Lord—a Pharisee
who shot his arrow over Babylon and killed one of the
Prophets. Theodore Parker is a fool to him. He is
a perfect Cataline among the Northern Traitors. —
These are the number of lies that this man told in one
speech. You cannot find the same number
other speech ever delivered by any other man. y
A fellow by the name of Willis, from tried
to tell the same number, in the same compost-, but
failed—perhaps from not being so old a liar as the Rev.
Henry Ward Beecher.
William Burleigh, the doggerel rhymster of Syra
cuse, has been spouting and sputtering against slaver;
at a recent meeting held in that city of Salt. But all
the salt of Syracuse cannot save his polluted carcass
from stinking. Griswold has boxed him up in his big
book on the American Poets. Such poetry as he writes
just suits Griswold —for it is a Gris wildish Poetry.
Wendall Philips, Garrisou, Frad Douglas, the Nig
ger. Chaplin, Wright, and Abby Folsom, arc ailcngug
ed in the Nigger Trade.
The ground upon which the Tontine Hotel now
stands was formerly owned by a man by the n.uno of
Chandler, whose son, Bill Chandler, led the British
through Broadway into New Haven during the war.
Judge Chatiney then bought it, and rented it to John
Smith, who changed Chandler's dwelling house info
a Coffee House. It was here that John Adams, se
cond President of the United States, stopped on his
way, after his inauguration, to Boston. It was after
wards kept by Jacob Ogden of Hartford. The Ton
tine building, now kept by Mr. Allis, is one of the
best constructed Hotels in the Union. The house
where President Washington used to situated
at the corner of Chapel and College streets, where the
present New Haeen Hotel now stands. He also stopp
ed at a house kept by David Austin at the corner of
Church aud Crown streets, on his first visit to New
England, after his inauguration as the first President
of the United States.
I spoke to you, in a former letter of the Ton line
Hotel, and now say again, that, under ihe manege-,
ment of Mr. Allis, the present proprietor, it is not in
ferior to the Astor House in New York. It has re
cently undergone very extensive repairs—the windows
opening upon a recently erected and most beautiful Bal
cony, having been cut down to a level with the floor.
The original Parlors, two in number, have been thrown
into one of the very largest size, which is most beautifully
decorated with Damask Curtains for the windows—
the Tete-a-tetcs , chairs and rockers being covered ‘
with fine satin broeatelle. The Rocker is most beauti
fully carved out of the finest Mahogany, and was made
in this city. Very few imported ones are superior to
it. The Piano, is also, a beautiful one, and of the moji
mellow tone.
This time-honored Hotel is situated in the most
beatiful part of this most beautiful city, fronting the
Green,” three of the best Churches, the State House,
and the glorious aud forever-to-be -remembered Yale
College. For beauty of locality, it cannot be surpassed,
if equaled in the world, commands the entire view
of this beautiful ‘Greefr which is bordered by the most
magnificent and stately Elms in the Union ; and, ar
rayed, as they are now in the first delicate foliage of a
joyful spring, nothing can look finer. Tills Park, or
1 Green.’ as it is called here , is said to contain eighteen
acres, and is, certainly, the most beautiful spot in
America. It was, originally , the city Burying
ground?
The Dining Hall of the Tontine, capable of o.vi
taining two thousand persons , is soon to bo repaired
and refurnished throughout with arm-chairs, au 1 tha,
Table decorated with an entirely new set of flint ware,
recently invented, and manufactured in Vermont. TANARUS!
truth is, there ij not a liuer boarding bouse oiiht
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