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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. O tT Birch rods, is is said make the best ba by jumpers., pjFMrrijL 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 •'*.*’ i ‘ v •% “ * ‘ y ■ ■ - V ,*■*.. * * v , A NO. 11.