Newspaper Page Text
•<
Vol- VI
THE GEORGIA CITIZEN.
T„l 6TII VOU Wi: OF THIS JOFRNAL,
Jn,voied to Literature, Politic*, Domestic Economy, Gen
„,i .state and .'\Mlioiial AmericHiiiwin”
ersl ‘t-d on the 7th of April. Terms §2 50. invariably in
c ‘’" lTn ’ ce< Ten copies to Clubs for $ 20. The Citiien is a
y*mily Newspaper —independent intone and char- i
lsr r r --puhliihed 'weekly in Macon, Ga. by 1
toteMF"* L . r. w. ANDREWS.
ftliscdlanii.
c >-/ <-5
From Graham’s Mazarine for Slay.
the city of the skies.*
BT JOSEPH M. CHURCH.
And I, John, saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming
and wn from God, out of heaven, prepared as a bride a
dorned for her husband.—[Rev. chap. xxi. verse a.
In Patmos isle, a vision came
To John, belov’d ou high,
A citv fair, far in the air,
Above the azure sky.
A home, be sure, that city give*
To him who happy dies,
Sweet place of rest to mortals blest,
The city of the skies! *
No scene of town we’ve sought to paint
That air-poised place doth know',
No weed of world nor fragraut flower
Within its gardens grow.
What! lovely flowers not blooming there,
Nor shrubs whose sweets we prize *
Be sure ‘tis tru®, all strangely new',
The city of the skies !
No sighs for dear, departed friend*,
There choke and clog the breath,
For in the new Jerusalem
There’s no such curse as death !
It is a bride in white robes clothed,
With sweetly radiant eyes,
Fresh from the jierfect hand of God,
The city of the skies !
Its lofty jeweled battlements,
Watched by angelic host,
Have names of followers of the I.amb
Engraved upon each post;
Their bounds by golden reed marked-out,
Twelve thousand furlongs rise,
And it is lougand broad alike,
The city of the skies !
The walls of purest jasper are,
While sheets of gold in mass
Shine forth intensely beautiful,
Like planes of polished glass.
A home, be sure, that city gives,
To him that happy dies,
Sweet place of rest, to mortals blest,
The city of the skies!
Foundations strong of jasper walls,
With precious gems bedecked,
Send back to gates of priceless pearl
The glories the}’ reflect.
Nor beams of sun, nor beams of moon,
To glories such give rise,
God and the Lamb illuminate
The city of the skies !
The night, which oft we deem so fit
For’rapt romantic spell,
With moon and stars iu calm blue sky,
The poet loves so well—
Is never kuowu within the walls,
That round that city rise,
That happy rest to mortals blest,
That city of the skies !
The crystal waves of life’s pure stream,
With current deep and calm,
Their sources find in bosom sweet,
Os God and of the Lamb 1
On river’s bank, in golden street*
The trees of life arise,
Thkt monthly yield the luscious fmits,
Oh city of the skies !
’Tis ’neath those trees the blessed roam,
Feeling no fear of rod,
Which often here in wretched world
Permitted is by God.
For sorrow never can exist,
Nor shade of anguish rise,
To him who treads thy happy courts,
Bright city of the skies !
Round throne of God and throne of Lamb,
Ever a seraph throng,
With swelling note and sweet accord,
Chant forth the glad “new song.”
As gaze they on God’s glorious face,
With rapture-beaming eyes,
For God thou seest face to face,
Sweet chy of the skies !
The world wherein our lot is cast
Supplies a faithful guide,
To lead us on with trusting step,
To blessed Jesus’ side.
Eor if we well the mercies use,
And well the tears and sighs,
We’ll reach thy snow-white gates of pearl,
Dear city of the skies!
Give ear! ye denizens of world,
A Savior’s blood is free,
Bathe, freely bathe your aching hearts,
In that redeeming sea.
Then when you pass death’s portal dark,
Will greet your wondering eyes,
With sparkling wall and glittering gates,
The city of the skies !
*From *n unpublished poem, entitled “The Town and
tla Contrasts.”
From the Dandridge (Tenn,) Herald.
Woman must rule America.
BY MISS A. E. Y.
omau must rule America, not by the ballot
-1 not by the sword Amazon-like, not by the
nor by being exalted to high executive sta
*lons - b'd by the soul , woman must, and will rule,
she performs the duties assigned her by her Cre
at"r - I et, perhaps you may think me an abettor
” Oman’s Rights, linked with eastern fanatics
P rea ch up the creed of Lucy Stone or Greeley
• fi, be it far from me to give even my feeble sup
‘l to the advancement of any such fanatical dog-
I denounce them all, for woman is not fit
11‘1 for the sphere to which many aspire, and
rs tore that sphere is unfit for her. The rough
- -’ fnc of a mixed crowd on election day, the
rutal oaths and low slang so current, the air foe
with tobacco smoke and the fumes of intoxica
’ liquors would, I should think, be very un-
P feasant to the ears and nasal organs of Colum
!dU daughters as they hustled through the
tu the polls. Woman’s sphere is large e
• rather larger than the majority of ladies
when (in infancy) they stretch forth
the atK^S to & ras P the laurel wreath that decks
cher te , SmaQ 8 hrow, although Henry Ward Bee
it er,rf n< i ot^ers same stamp, have declared
‘oo touted. and express a wish ttot the
not when their wives and
A A\ eekly Family Journal,...Devoted to Literature, Politics, Domestic Economy, General News, and State & National Americanism.
daughters should accompany them to the ballot
box and assert their rights as freemen. This is lu
dicrous, yet nothing more than we should expect
from a person whose energies and talents have
ever been applied to newfangled notions and wild
chimeras. Yet you will ask how, or where, is
woman to accomplish this great undertaking, and
by what power? At home —holy, sanctified, hea
ven-blessed home, and in the hearts of her child
ren by the noble example she sets before them
and the influence she exerts over them ; by ma
king home, home indeed ; by nurturing love, truth
and happiness there, and making it a spot, the
very thought of which illumes the memory with a
brighter glow and fancy, weaves glorious dreams
of white-robed guardian angels that ever linger
there in ceaseless vigils. Then home is woman’s
sphere, and if she forces herself beyond its pre
scribed limits and dabbles in the dirty waters of
politics and fancied reform, she is out of place.—
This then is her sphere, and whether it be noble
and exalted or miserable and depraved, is in a great
measure owing to the influence she exerts over it.
A great many women in the eastern State, (the
“wise women” of the east, forsooth,) have raised
the hue and cry, why are not women entitled to
the pulpit and bar ? 1 answer we are not enti
tled to them, because we have not the capacity to
fill them, for woman gentle, loving, confiding, sym
pathizing, as she always is if she be a true woman,
would quail beneath the rude glance of a harden
ed culprit, or weep in sympathy for the condemn
ed criminals, and moreover, no sensible, refined
woman would seek these offices, and they would
be filled by women ol the cast of Lucy Stone and
Madame Bloomer, etc. Then, again, I repeat, at
home, sweet home! let woman exert her influ
ence, rather than aspire to fill the pulpit, the bar,
or the place of the public lecturer, nobly let her
fill the place of wife and daughter. But more
than all the mother will find ample room in the
hearts of her children for her most exalted scheme
of philanthropy. Thus and thus only can she ob
tain those honors, which fanatics seek to obtain,
by breaking down the barrier that at present in
tervenes. Then let her labor faithfully, truly with
the hearts of her sons. Teaching them religion,
truth, virtue, those high moral principles that the
mother of Washington inculcated into the heart of
her son. Teach him to love America, and to love
liberty as God s noblest gift, and as such to guard
them with zealous care, and to defend it with the
last drop of blood that courses through his veins,
teach him these principles in infancy, in youth, in
manhood, and then if he be called to the helm of
State, nobly, truly, he will fulfill a nation’s trust,
with a steady hand he will throw back that veil,
woven thick with bigotry, ignorance and super
i station ; tlie veil that conceals the corruption of
Popery. Then as the Romans erected a monu
ment “to the mother of the Gracchi,” so in the
heart of every true son of America, their will be
; a living monument with this inscription deeply
I engraven thereon, encircled by the amaranthine
flowers of hope, faith, truth and fidelity—Woman
t Rules America.
Indian Mummies.
George C. Bates writes to the Detroit Adver
tiser, that the great mystery among the savans of
the world—to wit: by whatever process of art
or skill in science the Mummies found in the Py
ramids of Egypt have been preserved, and in
which modern skill has exhausted all its resources
in fruitless efforts to analyze, is known on the
shores of the Pacific, among the wandering races
of the Chinooks and the Flatheads. These rude
savages understand and practice this art with as
much success as attend the efforts of the ancient
Egyptians. Mr. Bates says:
At the famous depository for the farmers of
California, on Montgomery sL there are two spe
cimens which are well calculated to arouse the at
tention of the reflecting, and show how intimate
after all, are the relations of the past and the fu
ture. The former of these is a Flathead mummy,
found in his canoe on the shore of Puget Sound,
in a perfect state of preservation.
Those who have seen the Egyptian mummy,
would be utterly astonished at the exact simili
tude, save in the conformation of the subject.—
The forehead of the skull has been evidently de
pressed by outward mechanical appliances, but in
all else, it is the mummy of a Pyramid, in a per
fect state of preservation. The eye balls are still
round under the lid ; the teeth, the muscles and
the tendons perfect; the veins injected with
some preserving liquid, the bowels, stomach and
liver dried up, but not decayed, all perfectly pre
served. The blanket that entwines him, made of
some thread of bark, and saturated with some
pitch substance, is entire. The inner canoe in
which he was found was entirely decayed, and
the outer one was nearly gone, yet the body was
evidently just as it was prepared by the embalmer;
and although now exposed to the open air, it
shows no signs of decomposition. It would seem
as if prepared for all coming time. Where these
wanderers cf the desert learned this art, is a query
over which the wise may ponder, and those who
are skilled in such things will find food for thought
in the strange specimen picked up near the boun
dary on our western frontier.
A “Welsh parson preaching from this text.
“Love one another,” told his congregation, that in
kind and respectful treatment to our fellow-crea
tures, we were inferior to the brute creation. As
an illustration of the truth of this remark, he quo
ted an instance of two goats in his own parish,
that once met upon a bridge so very narrow that
they could not pass by without one thrusting the
other off into the river. “And,” continued he,
“how do you think they acted ? Why, I will tell
you. One goat laid himself down, and let the
other leap over him. Ah, beloved, let us live like
goats!”
Oxly Sixteen. —The census takers found great
difficulty in ascertaining the ages of the girls, a
large majority of them being only sixteen. In
once family, in a neighboring county, there were
found twelve girls between sixteen and eighteen
years of age.
MACON, Ga. SATURDAY, MAY, 19, 1855.
Whiskers.
The editress of the Lancaster Literary Gazette
says she “would as soon nestle her nose in a rat’s
nest of swingle tow, as allow a man with whis
kers on to kiss her.”
We don’t believe a word of it. Tee objections
which some ladies pretend to have to whiskers
all arise from envy. They don’t have any. They
would if they could, but the fact is, the continual
motion of the lower jaw is fatal to their growth.
The ladies—God bless them!—adopt our fashions
as fast as they can. Look at the depredations the
dear creatures have committed on our wardrobe
during the last few years. They have appropria
ted our shirt bosoms, gold studs and all. They
have encircled their soft, bewitching necks in out
standing collars and cravats—driving us men to
flatties and turn-downs. Their innocent little
hearts have been palpitating in the inside of our
waistcoats, instead of thumping against the out
side, as naturally intended.
They have thrust their pretty feet and ankles
through our unmentionables—unwhisperables—
unthinkaboutables—in short, as Micawber would
say, breeches. And they are skipping along the
streets in our high-heeled boots. Do you hear,
gentlemen, we say boots.
The Baby.
O, yes, take the baby along by all means. Ba
bies love dearly to ride in the cars and toddle a
bout in steamboats. Why, the baby is the life of
the party. We have known a whole room full of
people entertained by one, hour after hour. Sleep
ing or waking, the pretty little creature that can
lisp a little English or French, one can hardly tell
which, is the universal delight, and many a party
has been stupid just for the want of one.
In oid times, when they used to journey in
stages, a lady who had a sweet little child with
her could scarcely call it her own the whole way,
the gentlemen were so fond of carrying, keeping
it. Why, the bachelors loved to play with and
dandle her on their knees, though at first they
might be a little bashful and awkward in taking
hold of the strange and unaccustomed thing. But
the smiles and winning ways of the baby were
always irresistible, and sure to overcome at last the
most obstinate bachelor. People love babies as
they do flowers. Gentlemen especially, who are
fond of flowers, like babies, the sweetest of theVn
all, to carry in their hands, just as they would put
a carnation in their button-holes.
How babies and butterflies do swarm in sum
mer, to be sure ! It is then they are on the wing.
Pray, don’t try to keep them from flying about
and alighting here and there when something
strikes their fancy, opening and shutting their
hands and wings awhile, then flitting away again.
Ye, that have babies! don’t go anywhere without
them. Better leave your purse behind, it will be
less missed. The light of your eyes will be quench
ed, and your tongue will miss its inspiration.—
What a literally everlasting topic is the baby! She
does this, she did that. Baby laughed in her
sleep. Her mother does believe it was because
she saw something which one so lately from the
skies could only behold. Baby can say this word,
and hides away sometimes from her mamma,
though all but her nose and eyes are in plaitl
sight.
Ye, who have no baby! get the lawful owner
ship of one as soon as possible. You don’t know
what a fountain of pure of pure felicity it is. She
is the light and joy of the whole house. The
sweet little creature is the brightest jewel in your
cabinet, and ornamental to your drawing-room ;
the choicest garland in your garden ; the most in
exhaustible of entertaining company. There is
no solitude where a baby is. Care and trouble
disappear at the approach of the happy, laughing
little cherub. She is chloroform to your anxieties
and exhilarating gas to your pleasures. We adopt
the style af advice of a money-loving father to his
son, with a change of a word or two—“ Procure
a baby, friend—honestly, of course, but at any
rate be sure and get one.” A graceful vine she
will be to you in youth, will support you in the
infirmities of age.—[Newark (N. J.) Advertiser.
An infallible Receipt for Lowness of Spirits.
\\ hat is it? will be at once asked by many a
victim of the “blues.” We give it as it is given
in the last number of of Frazer’s Magazine. There
will certainly be no harm in trying it. Here it is;
There is an infallible receipt of lowness of spirits,
nervousness, causeless misery, and mental irrita
tion, which beats all Dr. Willis’s restorative nos
trums, and emancipates the sufferer more rapidly
than even the famous “Ha! ha! Cured in an in
stant !” remedy. When oppressed with ennui,
the poet says :
Throw but a stone, the giant dies!
And so, when the bright sky abo"e seems leaden
to your eyes, when the song of birds, the prattle
of children, or the crush of waters fall dully upon
your ear, when the outward world is all vanity of
vanities, and existence seems a burden, and, as
Thackery says, “life is a mistake ’ —go and do a
kindly action, no matter how or where, or to
whom—but at any sacrifice, at any inconvenience,
go and do it, and take an old man’s word for it,
you will not repent Straightway the fairy comes
down the kitchen chimney, and touches your
whole being with her wand. Straightway the sun
bursts out with a brilliant smile, the birds take
up a joyous carol, the children’s voices are like the
morning hymn of a seraphic choir, and the bab
bling of the stream woos your entranced ear with
the silver notes of nature’s own melody.
Those are now steeds from Araby which seem
ed but rats and mice an hour or two ago. That
is a glittering equipage which you had scouted as
a huge unsightly pumpkin. You, yourself no
longer crouching in dust and ashes, start upright
with your face to heaven, attired in the only robe
that preserves eternal freshness, the only garment
you shall take away with you when you are done
with all the rest —the web of charity, that cloak
which oovers a multitude of sins. You have, be
sides, this advantage over Cinderella— that where
as her glass slippers and corresponding splendor
must be laid aside before night, your enchantment
shall outlast the morrow ; your fairy’s wand can
reach from earth to heaven, your kindly action is
entered in a book from which there is no erasure,
whereof the pages shall be read before men and
angels and shall endure from everlasting to ever
lasting.
Liberality in Business.
There is no greater mistake, says a cotempora
ry, that a business man can make than to be
mean in his business. Always taking the half
cent, and never returning a cent for the dollars
he has made and is making. Such a policy is
very much like the farmer’s who sows three pecks
of seed when he ought to have sown five, and as
a recompense for the leanness of his soul only gets
ten when he might have gotten fifteen bushels of
grain.
Every body has heard of the proverb of “pen
ny wise and pound foolish.” A liberal expendi
ture in the way of business is always sure to be a
capital investment. There are people in the world
who are sliort-sighted enough to believe that their
interest can be best promoted by grasping and
clinging to all they can get, and never letting a
cent slip through their fingers.
Asa general thing, it Will be found—other
things being equal - that he \vho is most liberal
is most successful in business. Os course we do
not mean it to he inferred that a man should be
prodigal in his expenditures; but that he should
show to his customers, if he is a trader, or to those
whom he may be doing any kind of business with,
that, in all Ins transactions, as well as social rela
tions, he acknowledges the everlasting fact that
there can be no permanent prosperity or good
feeling in a community where benefits are not re
ciprocal.
We know of instahees where traders have en
joyed the profits of hundreds of dollars’ worth of
trade, and yet have exhibited the slightest dispo
sition to reciprocate even to the smallest amount.
Now, what rnfist necessarily follow from such a
course ? Why, the loss of large profits per an
num, in the loss of trade, which under a more lib
eral system, might have been retained.
The practice of some men seems to be, to make
a little show in the way of business as possible.—
Such a one, if a trader, takes no pains with the ap
pearance of his store. Everything around him is
in a worn-out, dilapidated, dirty condition. To
have it otherwise it would cost a dollar for white
wash, ahd perhaps five for painting, and a few dol
lars besides for cleaning up and putting things in
order. And so he plods on and loses hundreds of
dollars’ worth of custom for the want of attention
to these matters, while his more sagacious neigh
bor, keeping up with the times, and having an
eye to appearances, does a prosperous business.
Practical Prayer.
In the vicinity of B lived a poor but in
dustrious man, depending for support upon his
daily labor. His wife fell sick, and not being a
bleto hire a nurse he was obliged to confine him
self to the sick bed and family. His means of sup
port being thus being thus off, he soon found him
self in need. Having a wealthy neighbor near,
he determined to go and ask for two bushels of
wheat, with a promise to pay as soon as his wife
became well enough to leave, that he could return
to his work. Accordingly he took his bag, went
to his neighbor’s and arrived while they were at
family prayers.
As he sat on the door-stone he heard the man
pray very earnestly that God would clothe the
naked, feed the hungry, relieve the needy and
comfort all that mourn. The prayer concluded,
the poor man stepped in, and made known his busi
ness, promising to pay with the avails of his first
labors. The farmer was very sorry he could not
accommodate him, but he had promised to lend a
large sum of money, and had depended upon his
wheat to make it out; but he presumed neigh
bor A would let him have it.
With a tearful eye and a sad heart, the poor
man turned away. As soon as he left the house
the farmer’s little son stepped up and said :
“Father, did you not pray that God would
clothe the naked, feed the hungry, relieve the dis
tressed, and comfort the mourners ?”
“Yes—why ?”
“Because, father, if I had your wheat I would
answer that prayer.”
It is needless to add that the Christian father
called back his suffering neighbor, and gave him
as much wheat as he needed.
Now, Christian, readers, do you answer your
prayers.
■<> mt
An Illustrative Case. —The Cleveland Herald,
is speaking the discharge of Paul, the cashier, on
the ground of having the power of attorney from
Belmont, his principal, says :
“A power of attorney which admits of stealing
is a broad instrument, and the decision of a quon
dum Dogberry of this city, in which that function
ary held that the violation of the most delicate
rights of the nuptial couch w r as no crime when
committed by an agent holding a power of attor
ney, authorizing him to do all those acts which the
principal might legally do were he personally pre
sent, would be held as reasonable law under the
broad signification of a Wall street letter of li
cense.”
Show us a lady’s bonnet, and we’ll tell you what
sort of an institution she is. If it is showered
with red ribbons, cupids, bows, Ac., she is as full
of love and poetry, as a country inn of politicians
and loafers. If it goes in for simple wrinkles,
plain colors, and couple of modest knots, she is a
perfect jewel, sweet, sunny, mild but affectionate
as a freshly nursed kitten. If it is “stuck all over”
with a paradise of clover, three story ostrich fea
thers, wax holyhock and juniper berries, put it
square down that the calico is a single establish
ment, and will never see a fortieth birthday.—
Bonnets are a true index of women.
A genius, with a face as long as a ladder, and
about as narrow, solemnly assures us, that what
ever amount of ‘cooing’ there may be in a honey
moon, the party interested may be pretty sure of
having a fearful amount of ‘billing’ afterwards—
Awffj]
Interesting to Young Ladies. —She stood be
side the altar, when she was sixteen. She was in
love; her destiny rested on a creature in fashiona
ble clothes, with an empty pocket. He came of
a good family, and blood you know is something.
She looked lively as she pronounced the vow from
auburn hair, dark eyes, pouting lips, only sixteen
years old! She stood beside the wash-tub when
her twenty-fifth birth-day arrived. The hair, the
eyes, and the lips were not calculated to excite
the heart. Five cross young ones are about the
room, some crying, and some breaking things,
and one urging the necessity of an immediate sup
ply of the lacteal secretion. She stooped in des
pair, and sat down, and tears trickled down her
once plump and ruddy cheek! Alas! Nancy,
early marriages are not the dodge. Better enjoy
youth at home, and hold lovers at a distance, un
til you have muscle and heart to face the frown
ing world and a family. If a chap really cares for
you, he can wait two or three years, make pre
sents, take you to concerts, and so on, until the
time comes. Early marriages and early cabbages
are tender productions.
Washington National Monument.
Address of the Board of Managers of the Washing
ton National Monument Society to the People of
the U. States.
Fellow Citizens :—We address you on behalf
of the Washington National Monument Associa
tion, and submit for your consideration the fol
lowing report of what has been done :
The corner stone was laid on the 4th of July,
1848. At that time there was in the treasury of
the Association the sum of $62,450 66.
The -work has gone on with varied progress,
until the sum of $280,000, the product of volun-
I tary contributions alone, has been expended in
its erection.
The original estimate of the cost of the whole
work—the shaft, the base, and the ornamental
part—exceed $1,222,000.
The base, built of the blue stone of the Potomac,
solid and indestructible, is sunk eight feet below’
the surface, and rises seventeen and a half feet a
bove the surrounding earth. It is fifty-five feet
square at its top. From this springs the shaft, the
walls of blue stone fifteen feet thick, faced with
white marble fourteen inches thick, in courses tw’o
feet in height, tied and bounded into the blue
stone at every course. In its ascent it diminishes
gradually and regularly in the exterior line.
The interior is carried up a straight and undevi
ating chamber. Within, and set into the solid
walls of this interior, according to the taste of the
architect, have been placed and are yet to be
placed, the stones contributed by States, commu
nities and associations.
The naked shaft, thus rigidly cut, thus firmly
based, thus indissolubly bonded, now rises in its
simple and grand proportions one hundred and
fifty two and a half feet above the blue stone base.
It is already one of the first objects which meet
the eye of the traveler as he passes through the
hills by which the city is hemmed in, and he starts
to find the immense machinery on its top designed
for lifting stone still idle, and anxiously inquires
the cause.
Fellow-countrymen, we are pained to say it is
your neglect. When the scattered and subjugated
Polish nation, and the friends of liberty in Europe
began to erect a monument to Kosciusko they
made it a labor of love, and from every valley,
and mountain and plain, and running stream, far
and near, they brought stones and pile and heap
ed them into a vast pyramidal mound to testify
that love. And now, after the lapse of thirty
years, amid the convulsions which have shaken
that unhappy country, pilgrim hands still swell
that pile with constant contributions.
We are erecting a monument to one greater that
Kosciusko—to him who in history or myth is
known among every kindred and nation of the
earth; who laid the foundations, gave proportions,
and superintended the structure of that Govern
ment which, with miraculous speed, has risen to
the front rank among the nations, and we call up
on you for aid. Men well known to you have
given to it long years of carefulness and labor.—
They have been urgent and pressing in their calls
for help, and you have to a certain extent, respon
ded to to their call. It was not their work, it was
yours; they were your stewards, giving their
time and care and labor, and money in the same
cause with you.
But they have failed; not for lack of energy or
zeal on their part, but from want of that action
and sympathy on yours -which was essential to
success. You the people of this broad and hap
py land; you the children of Washington; you to
whom he has left the pricelsss bequest of his ser
vices and his love, have held back the contribution
needed from each to erect to his Memory a suita
ble Monument in the National Metropolis. While
thousands have answered promptly the appeal to
their patriotism, and contributed the amount al
ready received and expended, the far greater
number, either from apathy or want of opportu
nity, have failed to join in this work of grateful
duty. This failure compelled our predecessors to
arrest the prosecution of the work, and to appeal
to Congress for assistance.
Fellow-countrymen, this is not a suitable ob
ject of legislative provision. A free, a prosperous
a thriving people will not allow a debt of love and
gratitude, due by every individual heart, to be dis
charged by an act of Congress.
Anew Board of Managers have now been ap
pointed. We come into office under favorable
auspices, and with well-founded hopes of means
to prosecute the work. Since our election on the
22d February last, we have not been idle. Our
arrangements have been begun, and are in progress.
We appeal to the people. We wish no legislative
aid. We look to free hearts ; we call upon all,
not the liberal and the generous alone. We call
upon each man who this day walks erect in all
the panoply of freedom in this broad land, who is
not dead to the common impulses of humanity,
who is worthy in the least degree of the countless
and diversified b’essings by which he is surround
we call upon men everywhere to contribute
each his mite. A great and mighty people of
twenty-five-millions cannot be so dead to the sen
sations which are innate in every breast at the
bare naming of such a benefactor as to refuse or to
neglect to give their aid in such a cause.
Let every man, who feels his heart beat with
American pulsations, and every man who reveres
the name of Washington, singly or in companies,
communicate directly with our Secretary and
send in his contribution to our Treasurer, or sug
gest a mode for its collection. By order of the
Board: CHAS. C. TUCKER,
Secretary.
Washington, May 1855.
The following are the present officers and man
agers of the Society, all of whom, except the
President and Second Vice President, were elect
ed on the 22d February last, to wit:
FRANKLIN PIERCE,
President of the U. S. and ex-officio President.
Vespasian Ellis,
First Vice President.
John M. Towers,
Mayor of Washington and ex-officio 2d V. Pres’dt.
George H. Plant.
Third Vice President.
John M. McCalla,
Treasurer.
Chas. C. Tucker, Sec.
MANAGERS.
Henrv Addison, Samuel C. Baser,
Charles R. Belt, Janies Gordon,
French S. Evans, Robert T. Knight,
Charles W. Davis, Joseph Libbv, sr.
Samuel E. Douglas, Thos. A. Brooke,
Tlios. D. Sandy. John N. Craig.
Jos. H. Bradley,
P. S. Editors friendly to the cause are request
ed to insert the above address.
i m
A Rich old Uncle and a Billions Fever.
BY OUR FAMILY PHYSICIAN.
Linday Ray was scarce seventeen. Beautiful
as an houri, of course, as all heroines are. But
more than this Linda had a mind and a heart of
goodness as well as personal beauty.
She was the brightest scholar of Mrs. r s
seminary, was the joy of her father, the pride of
her mother, the go-between and confidant of a
quarter of a score of little Rays—her noisy young
brood of brothers—and the friend and consoler of
all the poor and distressed who came within her
knowledge.
Linda was “engaged” to youg Slocum, an em
bryo lawyer of fashion and of some talent, who
had only the slender iucome of his profession so
depend upon, but which, added to the modest lit
tle fortune of Linda, would enable the young cou
ple to live “quite gonifortably.”
It was now in the fitful month of April. The
following June was to witness the bridal of Linda
and her lawyer lover,upon which event the ‘happy
pair” were to start for “the Springs. ’
Linda looked magnificently on horse-back, and
on this April morning, indulging in her favorite
exercise, she was sitting like the queen of beauty,
glowing with freshness and radiant with joy, up
on the back of her matchless bay—the most know
ing and graceful piece of horseflesh to be lighted
on by a fond and indulgent parent.
Young Slocum was by her side, and was des
canting upon the beauty of the morning and the
beauty of the “morning’s queen,” when suddenly
the latter sped from his sight like the morning’s
breeze. Linda’s “bay” had taken fright and was
flying with its mistress through the air, scarce
touching the paving stones, at a fearful speed.—
“She will certainly be thrown and killed!” and
Slocum s heart, as he exclaimed thus—or the
place where his heart should have been—beat
with a feeling akin to despair.
V hen, however, Slocum arrived some three or
four miles farther, toward the edge of the city, a
scene met his view that called up other emotions
than those of pleasure at the safety of his beloved.
Liuda was seated upon the turf, reclining against
the trnnk of a tree. A tall, handsome stranger was
bending over her, laving her brow with water, and
pouring the magnetism of his warm life into her
fainting energies.
The look—the strange, mysterious look—that
of soul recognizing soul, which passed between
them when Linda opened her eyes full upon him,
haunted young Slocum like a disagreeable night
mare for months after.
The next day, the tall, handsome stranger call
ed upon the lovely girl lie had rescued from cer
tain death, to enquire after her health.
Somehow or other, it was full three hours be
fore the “call” was concluded. Time had passed
so pleasantly in that easy flow of thought and sen
timent, where soul met its kindred, that both were
surprised at its rapid flight.
Again and again they met, always talking as
though they had been friends forever; so uncon
strained and easy was the interchange of thought
between them. It generally happened too, by
some strange chance, that Slocum was either out
on some fishing excursion, or something of the
sort, whenever the tall, handsome stranger called
on the bride elect.
The middle of May arrived. The wedding day
was drawing more and more near. In a maze of
bewilderment the young betrothed awaked as from
a sudden dream.
“Do I love him well enough to become his wife?”
asked she of her own heart
Alas! a deeper depth had been sounded in that
young heart A deeper depth than the shallow
line of the groom-elect could hope to sound.
But the spirit that had taught her—her own
heart—that had taught her the meaning of the
word love —the tall and handsome stranger—-he
had gone as suddenly as he came. Business had
called him to a distant country and clime.
True, he had never spoken of love, but when
he was gone, Linda found to her dismay, that he
had taken her heart with him, and that Slocum
seemed to her now nothing more than a sort of
automaton man, brainless and heartless.
“But I will be true to honor and my promise,”
said the courageous Linda, resolutely. “I will
marry bjm and make him a true wife. I will bu
ry my own heart and its love, and perform my
duty ftithfoily,
Alas 1 alas 1 ‘‘there is many a slip betwixt th
cup and the lip.”
A rich old uncle of the portionless Slocum, 9ud
denly arrived from the ‘‘golden East,” sought hia
nephew, made his will, and Slocum, the almost
penniless, the almost briefless lawyer, awoke ii>
the morning a rich man.
His uncle scouted at the idea of his wedding ther
fair Linda, with her very moderate fortune, tellings
him that such a handsome, accomplished, and weal
thy fellow as he (Slocum,) could pick a millionaire
heiress off from almost every bush. His kind un
cle, bid him travel and choose from any of ther
aristocratic and wealthy beauties of Europe.
Elated with hi3 sudden fortune, puffed up with
personal vanity, Slocum followed his uncle’s ad
vice. setting sail with a high heart to cross the
ocean for Europe and success.
He dropped a careless note to his beloved, tel
ling her of his determination to travel and—to
be free.
Somehow or other, Slocum’s remittances from
his uncle did not arrive as he had reason to ex
pect, and he had not much sooner crossed the At
lantic than he re-crossed it.
What was his dismay upon arriving hotoe, when
he found his quondam bride elect had married’ his
rich old nuclei that the “will” had been re-made,
that he (Slocum) was cut off without even a shil
ling ;—the will being made in favor of Linda and
her successors.
This discovery was maddening; but worse than
all, the rich old uncle had thrown away his ugly
wig, and the hump on his back, and his WoodeC*
leg, and lie stood np as Linda’s youthful bride
groom,—the tall, handsome stranger! He who
bad once rescued her from death.-
It was a pleasant ruse—to those who enjoyed
the sport, —but it threw’ poor Slocum into a biT
lious fever which nearly terminated his life; whicF*
also put me in possession of the above little episode,
I being the physician who carried him over tho
bridge of sickness to the terra-firm* of health ■
A Test for Copper Ores,
For the benefit of those who may have ores m
their possession, but have not a sufficient knowl
edge of chemistry to test them, we publish the fol
lowing simple test, lately eommufticated to the
American Presbyterian by J. M. Sanford, a prac
tical mineralogist. It rnay be useful to many per
sons in those sections where copper ore is sup
posed to exist as it will enable them to test such
specimens as may come in their Way without dif
ficulty.
The following mode of detecting copper will f>9
found to be simple and effective, and by carefully
attending to the different steps in the process, any
one who can procure a dime’s Worth of aquafortis
or what is the same, nifric-aeid—will b able to
show the presence of the metal it* a mineral that
contains but a trace of it.
In the first place, reduce the mineral to be test
ed, to powder. Let a portion of this powder—aay
as ranch as can be taken up on a five eent piece
be roasted. The is easily done by heating it on a
common shovel, until it begins to get red hot.
The next step is to take the roasted powder
half aa mnch as indicated above will be best— and
place it on a broken piece’ of plate or saucer—a
watch glass would be best. Then dTop on enough
of aquafortis to make a thin paste with the pow
der. Let it stand thus a few minutes—then adcl
drop by drop, about as much water.
In case the mineral possesses abundance of cop
per, it is only necessary to insert into this liquid *
clear, bright knife Wade, when it will at once be
come coated with copper-
In case the mineral contains but little of the
metal, it might be wholly overlooked in this way.
To detect a small quantity of the metal, it will ba
necessary to get rid of most of the aquafortis be
fore inserting the knife blade. This is done by
holding the piece of plate or saucer over a few
coals until the powder becomes nearly dry, then
add a few drops of water again, aDd insert the
blade. If any copper be present it will finally
appear on the knife. It is proper in this case to
let the Hade remain half an hoar or more in li
quid, ii the copper does not appear sooner. In
this way a very small amount of copper in a spe
cimen may be detected.
John if. Spear, medium, publishes the following
remarkably instructive message to the race from
the spirit of the distinguished Dr. Bush.’ ‘ln speak
ing of the mortal body, it will be (all things con
sidered) wisest to commence at what (looking at
all things) may be considered most, (or more
strictly speaking,) the more important part—and
that is the head. In the front part, just below the
eyes, (what is generally called by the common
people) the nose. And here, it will be observed*
are two apartments. The nose stands out beyond
any other part of the head for a wise and most
high purpose/
If you would have a sharp appetite for break
fast, repeat the following over twelve times with
out breathing. Repeat it twenty times, and you
can eat a mastodon: I saw five brave eit—
ting on five broad beds, braiding broad braids. I
said to these five brave maids, sitting on fiva
broad beds, brading broad braids—braid broad
braids, brave maids.”
On a late ascension of an aeronaut, a gentleman
requested to be allowed to accompany him to the
aerial regions. Are you good tempered?” asked
the aeronaunt ‘I believe so—but why do you
ask the question?’ Tor fear we may fall out on
the way.’
‘Why don’t you get married?’ said a young la
dy to a bachelor friend. -Well, I’ve been trying
for the last ten years to get someone fool enough
to have me,’ replied the bachelor. ‘Guess you
havn t been much up in our quarter,’ was the very
insinuating rejoinder.
Tray sir,’ said a judge, angrily, to a blnnt old
Quaker, from whom no direct answer could be
obtained, ‘do you know what we sit here for
‘Yea, verily, I do,’ said th Quake -, three of you
for four dollars each a clay and tkb fil
middle for four thousand ft yew/
No. 7.