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Newspaper Page TextBY S. B. GRAFTON. SANDERSYILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, AUGUST 30, 1853. YOL. YII--NG. M THE CENTRAL GEORGIAN IS PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDA Y MORNING, TERMS : If paid strictly in advance, per year, $1 50 If not paid at the lime of subscribing, $2 00 These terms will be strictly adhered to without respect to persons, and all SUBSCRIPTIONS WILL BE REQUIRED TO BE SET TLED UP EVERY YEAR. Advertisements not exceeding twel re lines, will be inserted at one dollar for the first in sertion, and fifty cents for each continuance. Advertisements not having the number of in sertions specified, will be published until for bid. Sales of Land and Negroes by Executors, Administrators and Guardians, are required by law to be advertised in a public gazette lorty days previous to the day of sale. The sale of Personal Property must be ad vertised in like manner at least ten days. Notice to Debtors and Creditors ot an es tate i*'ust be published forty days. Notice that application will be made to the Court of ordinary for leave to sell Land and Negroes, must be published weekly lor two months. ... Citations for letters of administration must be published thirty days—for dismission from administration, monthly for six months— fordis- mission from Guardianship, forty days. Rules for foreclosure of Mortgage must be published monthly for four months—for estab lishing lost papers, for the full space of three months—for compelling titles from Executors or Administrators, where a bond has been giv en by the deceased, the full space ofZ months. Publications will always be continued ac cording to these, the legal requirements, unless otherwise ordered. All letters on business must be vosl-paid Professional and Business Cards, B- It. PRESCOTT Attorney at law, llalcyondule, Scriven co., Georgia WILL give his whole attention to the practice of Law in all its branches. July 12, 1853. 24—6m B£V2RXi7 X>. EVANS > ATTORNEY at law, Sandersville, Georgia. WILL practice in the counties of Wash ington Burke, Jefferson, Scriven, Emanuel Laurens, Wilkinson and Hancock. (Office in Court House on Lower Floor.) Feb. 1, 1853. 1—ly Filflf To an Absent Wife. BY G. D. PRENTICE. ’Tis Morn—the sea breeze seems to bring Joy, health and freshness o its wing; Bright flowers, to me all strange and new, Are glittering in the early dew, And perfumes rise from every grove, As incense to the clouds that move Like spirits o’er yon welkin clear; But I am sad—thou art not here! ’Tis Noon—a calm unbroken sleep Is on the blue wave of the deep; A soft haze, like a fairy dream, Is fleeting liver wood and stream, And many r broad magnolia flower, Within its nhadovvy woodland bower Is gleaming like a lonely star; But I am sad—thou art afar! ’Tis Eve—on earth the sunset skies - Are printing their own Eden dies; The stars comedown, and tremblingirlows, Like blossoms on the wave below. And like an unseen spirit, the breeze Seems lingering ’mid the orange trees, Breathing its music round the spot; But I am sad—I see thee not. ’Tis Midnight—with a soothing spell The far off'tones of ocean swell— Soft as the mother’s cadence mild, Low bending o’er her sleeping child; And on each wandering breeze are heard The rich notes of the mocking bird, In many a wild and wondrous lay; But I am sad—thou art away! I sink in dreams—low, sweet, and clear, Thine own dear voice is in mine ear; Around my cheek thy tresses twine— Thine own loved hand is clasped in mine, Thine own soft lips to mine is pressed, Thy head is pillowed on my breast: Oh, I have all my heart holds dear, But I am happv—thou art here. Burr-r-r-r—whiz!—ding! ding ! ding I” went the clock. ‘Tormented lightning !” cried the dea- Mr. Crafton:—If not inconsistent with your views of duty or propriety, you will - , cried tue ; oblige a friend and subscriber bv publish- con, starting up, and dropping his pipe on'. ... . . . * _ r ,, T ,, the stove; “what’n creation’s that ?” | ing the following from the pen of W. M. “It’s only the clock striking five,” said ; YYeightman D. D. It presents considera- Sally tremulously. j tious worthy to be entertained by every re- “Whizz! ding ! ding! diug! ding!” went flective mind ^ the clock furiously. i T . , T , . ftl “Powers of marsy ! ’ cried the deacon. 3 “Strikin’ five! it’s struck a hundred al-j were a column in your paper noted to relr ready.” ; gious subjects, would you or your readers be “Deacon Darberry !” cried the deacon’s | t h e i 00S er? Are these subjects of great im better half who had hastily robed herself, J taDce to ma nkind, and shall they be and uow plunging down the staircase in the : 1 „ , wildest state of alarm, “what is tbe matter coined only to the pulpit? Mot there with the clock ?” jnot be here and there a reader who, long- “Goodness only knows,” replied the old jug for the truth, for something enduring, “Whizz! bang! bang! bang !” went the clock again. “It’s bust itself!” cried the old lady, shedding a flood of tears, “and there won’t be nothing left of it.” lasting, eternal in its nature and consequen ces, would gladly turn? Who finding that the mercantile, political or general news, or the “O’er true tale” or the poets corner ! or the column of anecdotes, or Editoral par" “It’s bewitched!” said the deacon, who agraphs, have all failed to satisfy the se retained a leaven of good old New England i CTati of tbe hearl . „. ould be glad to superstition in Ins nature. “Any how, he ^ ^ ^ , said, after a pause, advancing resolutely to JB.XKBS S. BOOK. ATTORNEY AT LAW, Sandersville, Georgia. WILL PRACTICE IN THE COUNTIES OF . .. ) Washington, Burke, Scriven Middle-circuit. ^ j e g* erson and Emanuel. Southern Circuit. | - - - - Laurens. Ocmulgee Circuit | - - - - Wilkinson [Office next door to Warthen‘s store.] jan. 1, 1852. 51—ly HSOHILILiAKrY THE BEWITCHED CLOCK. BY THE OLD ’UN. Jiff O. W. KUSI8ILL. ATTORNEY AT LAW, Sandersville Georgia. Jan. 25,1853 52—ly B.. If. WARXHEN. ATTORNEY AT LAW, Sandersville, Georgia. feb. 17, 1853. 4—ly I. B. SAErOLD, JB.. ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLER AT LAW, Sandersville, Georgia. Will practice in the counties of Wash ington, Montgomery, Tatnall Emanuel and Jefferson of the Middle Circuit, also the counties of Teltair and Irwin of the South ern Circuit. Office in Sandersville. February 22, 18 4 ~~ tf Z- &EA7. WATCH MAKER, AND JEWELER, Sandersville, Georgia. May 10, 1853 *5 ly BXULFOR2) MARSH, ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLEU AT LA1V, Office, 175, Bay street, Savannah, Ga. feb. 22, 1853. 4—ly S B- CRAFTON, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Sandersville, Georgia. Will also attend the Courts of Emanu Laurens, and Jefferson, should business be em rtustedto his care,in either of those eountie- feb. 11. 4 “ tf J, B- BATTJMB, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Scarborough, Georgia. Will atteud promptly to all business en trusted to his care in any of the Courts of the Middle or Eastern counties. March 14, *7—ty 3VI.& R m JOHNSIOH, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Sparta , Geo rg i a . Will practice in Hancock and the ad orning counties, and the Supreme Court. MA|JK JOHNSTON, | R. M. JOHNSTON. March 22, 1853. 8—tf W. L. H0LLIF1ELD, SV&OSON SEffVIST. SANDERSVILLE, GEORGIA maylO,1852. 16—tf Dr. William LJernigan, HAVING permanently located him self in Sandersville, respectfully offers his professional services to the citizens of the Village, and county. When not oth erwise engaged he may be found at his Office at all times. Sandersville, March 8,1853, 6—ly ' ■ : }■, a:##?,~ ’ About half-past eleven o’clock on Sun day night, a human leg enveloped in beau tiful broadcloth, “might have been seeu” entering Deacon Cephas Barberry’s kitchen window. The leg was followed, finally, by the entire person of a live Yankee, attired in his Suudaj’-go-to-meetin’ clothes. It was, in short, Joe Mayweed, who thus bur- glariouslyf in the dead of night, made his way into the deacon’s kitchen. “Wonder how much the old deacoo made by orderin’ me not to darken his doors again ?” soliloquized the young gen tleman. “Promised him I wouldn’t, but didn’t say nothin’ ’bout winders. Winders is jest as good as doors, if there ain’t no nails to tear your trowserson to. Wonder if Sal’ll come down ? O, come down, Sal, O, come down ! O, come down, Sal, O, come dotvn 1 The critter promised me. I’m afeard to move about here, ’cause I might break my shins over somethin’ uutber, and wake the old folks. Cold enough to freeze a Polish bear. I’ll jest sing a nuther verse of that good old song, to let her know I’m here: There was an old woman lived all ’lone. She had three dorters, all young men grown— O, here comes Sally, now!” The beauteous maid descended with a pleasant smile, a tallow candle and a card of Lucifer matches. After receiving a rap turous greeting, she made up a rousrng fire in the cooking stove, and the happy couple sat down to enjoy the sweet interchange of vows and hopes. But the course of true love ran no smoother in old Barberry’s kitchen than it does elsewhere, and Joe who was just making up his mind to treat him self to a kiss, was startled by the voice of the deacon, her father, shouting from his chamber door: “Sally ! vyliat are vou gettin’ up in the middle of the night for ?” “Tell him it’s most morning,” whispered Joe. “I can’t tell a fib!” said Sally. “I’ll make it truth, then,” said Joe; and running to the huge old fashioned clock that stood in the corner, he set it at five. “Look at the clock and tell me what time it is,” cried the old gentleman up stairs. “It is five by the clock,” answered Sally; and corroborating her words, the old clock struck five. The lovers sat down again and resumed their conversation. Suddenly the staircase began to creak. “Good gracious! It’s father.” “The deacon, by thunder 1” cried Joe.— “Hide me, "Sal!” “Where can I hide you?” cried the dis tracted girl. “0,1 know,” said he. “I’ll squeeze into the clock case ” And without another word he concealed himself in the case, and drew the door behind him. The deacon was dressed, and sitting him self down by the cooking stove, pulled out his pipe, lighted it, and commenced smok ing deliberately and calmly. . “Five o’clock, eh ?” said he. “Well, 1 shall have time to smoke three or lour pipes, and then I’ll go and feed tbe critters.” “Hadn’t you better feed the critters fust, sir, and smoke afterwards ?” suggested the dutiful girl. “No—Btnbkin’clears my head,and wakes me up,” answered the deaeon, who seemed not a whit disposed to hurry his enjoy- nMSBliiMBWWBHHSHWHWiHW wards the dock, “I’ll see what’s got into it.” “O, don’t!” cried his daughter, affection ately, seizing one of his coat tails, while his faithful wife clung to the other. “Don’t!” cried both the women together. find something that would touch his heart? and make him to remember God? “THE TERROR OF THE LORD.” This passage is sometimes wrongly quo ted, the word Law being substituted for the Apostolic word—Lord. The mistake grows, •‘Let go mr raiment!" shouted the „| d ; P«' ba l> s . out of an imperfect and essentially i ° ur " • ?. c j erroneous view ot Gknstiamty. It is sup- deacon. 1 aiu t areara ot tbe powers ot i , „ . . A . darkness ” ' P osetA l hat tae ' jr0S P e ‘ °‘ Ghnst is ennneut- uai Kness. ly a message of glad tidings, and breathes But the women w'ould not let go, so the i J & . .. * & \ ... . deacon .slipped out of his coat, and while, from the cessation of resistance, they fell so exclusively a spirit of good will towards man, as to exclude every element but mer- heavily to the floor, he darted forward, and i fS f™“> the held of its vision. This we say, laid his hand upoi the door of the clock ! s f defeettve view of the sub 1 ject. On the contrary, the Conjugating Dntcliina.il. Two English gentlemen once stepped into a coffee-house in Paris, where thev ob- —then the foregoing conclusion will be strengthened into an irresistible demonstra tion. The preaching of the gospel is a work of unspeakable tenderness and love, unfold- served a tall, odd-looking man, who ap ing heights and depths of divine mercy, 1 peaied not to be a native, sitting at one of unfathomable;—yet its every appeal implies ; the tables, and looking around with the a knowledge of the “terror of the Lord;” : most stone like gravity of countenance up- its every persuasion to repentance and a ho- j on every object. Soon after the two En- ly life springs from the same motive. Be- j giishmen entered one of them told the oth- fore the eye of the heaven-sent preacher er that a certain dwarf had arrived at Paris, ever flames the great white throne; upon i At this the grave-looking personage above his ear falls the prelude of the far-sounding mentioned opened his mouth and spake : trump of God; he preaches in sight of the “I arrive,” sa : d lie,. thou arrivest, he ar- vast procession approaching the judgment- rives, we arrive, you arrive, they arrive.” seat; heaven or hell is the awful alternative The Englishman whose remark seemed presented to every bearer; and, true to his j to have suggested this- mysterious speech, heavenly calling, he is a savour of life unto I stepped up to the stranger and asked. life in them that aro saved, a savour of death unto death, in them that perish. upon case. But no human power could open it. Joe was holding it inside with a death grasp. The old deacon began to be dreadfully frighted. He gave one more tug. An uu earthly yell, as of a fiend in distress, burst from the inside, and then the clock case pitched headforemost at the deacon, fell headlong ou the floor, smashed its face, and wrecked its fair proportions. The current of air extinguished the lamp—the deacon, the old lady and Sally fled up stairs, and Joe Mayweed extricating himself from the clock, effected his escape in the same way in which he had entered. The next day all Appletown was alive with tbe story of how Deacon Darberry’s ciock had been bewitched, and though many believed his version, some, aud especially Joe Mayweed, affected to discredit the whole affair—hinting that- the deacon had been trying the experiment of tasting frozen ci der, and that the vagaries of the clock case existed only in a distempered imagina tion. However, the interdict being taken off, Joe was allowed to resume his courting, aud won th6 consent of the old people to his union with Sally, by repairing the clock till it went as well as ever. A Natural Mistake.—Quite a curious, and altogether funny affair, occurred on Washington street last Wednesdap evening. A young gentleman from an agricultural district, decidedly, had treated himself and doxey to a peep at Donnetti’s monkey show at the Melodeon, and as they came out into ‘Washington,’ street; all of a sudden they ran bang up against a well known hairy looking, baerded, mustacboed dandy of the pave. Hezekiah was all in a heap. He let go Jerusha’s arm in the twinkling of a bed post, grabbed the hair stranger, and gave vent to his feelings in a— ‘Je-e e-e-m’s cousin ! Goshal mighty darn your pictors!’ The dandy, in perfect horror at the rude ness of the assailant, squimred to loose, and in a voice of rage and mortification bawled out, ‘Why aw you a YV-horried monstaw what the dev’l are you doing? ‘Je-e-e-e m’s rivera if it don’t almost talk, too! All I want to know is,’ continued Hez, ‘how in sin did you change yer clothes and git here so darned quick ?’ The outraged exquisite was so exaspera ted, that he up fist and gave Hezekiah’s hat e smash over his head and ears, and clear ed himself! When he ‘came to,’ he jerked the arm of Jerusha under his own, started of full chisel, vowing— ‘Come on Jeroosh—I'm darn'd ef faint down on that big monkey !' Nothing British,—A Yankee, boasting an inveterate hatred of everything British, is living in a neighboring city, with a colo nist family. He^takes every opportunity to have a slap at brother Bull, and the col onist does what he can to defend the vener able gentleman. “You are arguing u ’ said the colonist, a- gainst your ancestors.” “No, I’m not.” “Who was your father ?” “A Yankee.” “YYho were your forefather ?” “Yankees.’ “Who were Adam and Eve ?” “Yankees, by thunder!” Loosing a Character.—A young Irish servant girl coming from Albany recently in one of the night steamers, had the luck to lose the “recommendation, which had been given her on leaving her last place. She brought however, the accompanying ‘ticket,’ which she presented to a friend of ours : ‘This is to say, that Kathleen O’Brian had a good character when she left Albany but she lost it on board the steamer com ing down. '• •. whole system of Christianity takes its stand on the ground that man’s liability to eternal ruin, on ac count of his sins, is direct and imminent. It is a stupendous scheme of resources, agen cies, and means, all directed to one end—to save mankind. But then, what is salvation, if there be nothing to be saved from?—no danger to be apprehenued? The greatness of the salvation is measured by the extent- of the peril from which deliverance is effec ted. To otter salvation is the special de sign of the Gospel, as its great cbarocteris- tie is emphatically, its method of salvation It reveals a crucified Saviour, “God manifest in the flesh,” as an atoning sacrifice for sin; and it tenders a free and full pardon to the sinner who believes in Jesus the Redeemer In this, its peculiarity and its glory, all oth er religious schemes, whatever their preten sions, stand at an equal and unapproacha ble distance from Christianity. Now this sublime plan of intervention proceeds, unquestionably, upon the assump tion of a grand necessity for rescue and help on the part of man. And thus the salva tion becomes “so great salvation.” But you takeout of it all its emphasis, you impover ish it of all its “unsearchable riches,” the moment you ignore the danger of man, or forget that he is exposed to any fearful con sequences of sin in the life to come. You sweep away tbe very foundations of Chris tianity, just so soon as you successfully prove that there exists no moral law in the world, there presses no moral responsibility upon man, there has been incurred no guilt, there is no punishment of sin to be apprehended in the dread hereafter. A day of Judg ment and eternal retributions, put aside, and what use has the world for Christianity? Remove these two great beliefs which sup ply to conscience everywhere its fulcrum and force; let the strictness of divine justice be softened down into a lenient and purblind compassion which knows no discrimination of moral character, aud deals alike with all, regardless of law, and then—but not till then, is the Christian system reduced to an absurdity. You have invalidated its great plea of necessity. You may safely neglect its overtures, and smile at its monitions. But the divine administration is not to be thus set aside. Our denial of a moral government effects neither the existence of moral rule in the world, nor the character of that religion of salvation, which is so precisely adapted to the necessities of a sin ful race. And what then? Sublime as is the idea of salvation, it implies damnation! and a failure to be saved involves the terri ble necessity of being lost forever. The very act of intervention which brought a Saviour to earth, necessitates the most sol emn conceptions of what constituted the occasion of his incarnation and sacrifice. Christianity is gloriously true, but it is at the same time tremendously true!* In what a strange light it sets the value of the soul, if to save it cost so much! The soul’s heri tage of immortality rises in the gospel in forms grandly impressive—but as awful, as impressive: that immortality may be a des tiny of shame and everlasting contempt: must be, to all who reject God’s administra tion of meicy in the gospel. Sinai was ter rible, but Calvary is, in one sense, more ter rible still. He that despised Moses’s law died without mercy: but of how much sorer punishment shall he be thought worthy, who hath trodden under foot the Son of God? If, in connection with these general views, we take into consideration the positive com- mands given by Christ in the gospel, and observe how these are all attended and back ed by the most authoritative sanctions; how the gospel is to be the rule of judgement at the last day; how disobedience to this very gospel is inevitably to incur “ven geance” when “the Lord Jesus is to be re vealed from heaven with his mighty angels, in flaming fire;” how solemnly it is declared that he that believeth not shall be damned; Tlie Crystal Palace.—Progress of tbe Exhibition. The New York Times of Sunday last, says that very perceptible progress has been made in the Picture Gallery, during the past few days, and the painters are busily eLgaged in puttiug on the various colors. This splendid gallery will be one of the most pleasant feautures of the exhibition, always provided the pictures are equal to the gal lery in their way. From what we have seen of the pictures exposed thus far, we should be inclined to suppose that our artist-uncles over tbe water have the idea that we are semi-barbarian, and easily tickled with a show, no matter how crude. Still we hope for the best, and wont be captious, at auy rate, until we see the gallery complele. In the Machinery department, the pro gress is very encouraging. The building is enclosed. The glass is all in, and the double cylinder horizontal engines are in position, and will be ready to take steam to day, if necessary. The finish of these engines is of the most perfect character, and will compare with the best specimens of engine-work any where. Several machines have been set up during the past two days, all of which display high skill in their arrangement and finish. The Machine arcade now begins to be a point of interest, and is destined to be a leading feature in the exhibition, as the plan adopted by Mr. Holmes is the most perfect that can be conceived. Among the curiosities introduced yester day is the cylinder of the Savannah steam ship, the first vessel that ever crossed tbe Atlantic by steam, in 1817. This cylinder is six feet and a half in length, and forty inches in diameter, and is exhibited by the proprietors of the Atlantic Works, in this city. The cylinder has a creed bearing what purports to be a fac-simije of a silver tea-ket tie, presented by Lord Lynedoch to Capt. Rogers, of the Savannah, at St. Petersburg, when his Lordship was British Ambassador, at the time of the Savannah's visit to Europe. We would recommend that the creed be renewed, and made a fac-simile, as the present one has two errors in the name of Lynedoch,—the e being left out, and the last letter is made k instead of h, a fact no ted by Lady. Ellesmere at her last visit. The tea-kettle, with the original papers, are on exhibition at the Palace. There is a beau tiful oscillating cylinder, furnished by the Allaire Works, that will compare with any engine-work in the world. This splended specimen of mechanical skill stands by the side of the old pioneer cylinder of the Sa vannah. We learned yesterday that Mr. Earnest Buckup will exhibit his air or caloric engine at the Crystal Palace, in place of Capt. Ericsson’s, which has been withdrawn. Mr. Buckup is a resident of this city, and his en gine is nearly ready at his place, No. 64 Duane street, and will be on exhibition with in a few days. Mr. B. claims several im provements over Capt. Ericsson’s engine, and is sanguine that he shall demonstrate his superiority. Mr. S. B. Higgins, of No. 54 Wooster- street, will exhibit his Aeoric Engine, in which he claims to have secured results vastly more important, in an economical point of view, than were ever before attain ed. We have not seen this engine, aud shail not attempt to describe it at this time, or the principles of its action. The number of visitors admitted was 4,331. Now Much did he Leave.—This question is asked concerning every rich man that dies, and it was answered very happily by Cloots, who was executor upon the estate of the late Dr. Snodgrass, of this ilk. His neigh bor, Mr. Nailrod, was an exceedingly inquis itive man, and it was his pride that he knew as much, almost, of the affairs of people of his neighborhood, as they did themselves. But Mr. Snodgrass had never been commu nicative, and all that he could glean of his circumstances was from the guesses and speculations of out siders. The day after his neighbor had been put into the earth, Nailrod visited Cloots, and with a expec ting face, began to question nim. Says he, “Mr. Cloots, if it is not improper—I wouldn’t wish to ask the question if it is tbe least improper nor expect you to answer it—will you tell me how much roy friend Snodgrass left?” “Certainly,” said Cloots, “don’t see the least impropriety in your asking, and am perfectly willing to answer it. He left every——cent he was worth in the world, and did’nt take a copper with him.” Nailrod left as a pump tack, and went out.—Bos ton Post. “Did you speak to me, sir ?” “I speak,” replied the stranger, thou speakest, he speaks, we speak, you speak* they speak.” “How is this ?” said the Englishman. Do you mean to insult me?” The other replied : “I insult, thou insult- est, he insults, we iusult, you insult they in sult.” “This is too much,” said the Englishman. “I will have satisfaction. If you have any spirit with your rudeness, come along with aie.” To this defiance the impertnrble stranger replied : “I come, thou comest, he comes, we come, you come, they come.” And there upon he arose with great coolness and fol lowed his challenger. In those days, when every gentleman wore a sword, duels were speedily despatch ed. They went into a neighboring alley, and the Engiisliman, unsheathing his weap on, said to his agonist: “Now, sir, you must fight me.” The other replied, drawing his sword: “I fight, thou tightest, he fights, we fight, (there he made a trust,) you fight, they fight;” aud here he disarmed his adversary. “Well,’said the Englisman, “you have the best cf it, and I hope you are satisfied.’ “I am satisfied,” said the original, thou art satisfied; he is satisfied, we are satisfied, you are satisfied, they are satisfied.” “I am glad everybody is satisfied,” said tbe Englisman ; “but pray leave off quiz zing me in this strange manner, and tell me what is your object, if you have any, in doing so ?” The grave gentleman now for the first time became intelligible. “I am a Dutchman,” said he “and am learning your language. I find it very dif ficult to remember the peculiarities of the verbs, and my tutor has advised me, in or der to fix them in my mind, to conjugate every English verb that I hear spoken. This I have made it a rule to do. 1 don’t like to have plans broken in upon while they are in operation, or I would have told you. of this before.” TLe Englishmen laughed heartily at this explanation aud invited the conjugating Dutchman to dine with them. “I will dine,” replied he, “thou wilt dine, he will dine, we will dine, you will dine, they will dine, we will all dine together.” This they accordingly did;“and was diffi cult to say whether the Dutchman ate or conjugated with the most perseverance. The Dog that Loved his Mistress.—An amusiug storv is told of a young Parisian artist, who lately painted a portrait of a Duchess, with which her friends were not satisfied—declaring that it was totally un like. The painter, however, was convinced- that he had succeeded beyond all his hopes, and proposed that the question of resem blance or no resemblance be left to a little dog belonging to the Duchess, which was sent to the hotel of the lady the next day, and a large party assembled to witness the test. The dog was called in, and no soon er did he see the portrait than he sprang upon it, licked it all over, and showed every demonstration of the greatest joy. The tri umph of the painter was complete, and all present insisted that th« picture had been retouched during the night; which was ac tually so—the artist having rubbed it over with a thin coating of lard! The dog’s nose was sharper than the critic’s eyes. “I believe the jury have been inoculated for stnpidity," said a lawyer. “That may be,” said his opponent, “but the bar are of the opinion that you had it the natural way." Love of Married Life.—The affection that links together man and wife, is a far holier and more enduring passion than the enthu siasm of young love. It may want its gor geousness, it may want its imaginative char acter, but is far richer in holy and trusting attributes. What! because a man has ceas ed to “sigh like a furnace,” are we to believe that the fire is extinct? No! it burns with a still and brilliant flame; shedding a benign influence upon existence, a million times mere precious and delightful than the dreams of philosophy. Two Irish laborers being at the execution of some malefactors at the new drop as it is called, at Newgate, London, one said to the other—“Auch, Pat, now, but is there any difference between being banged here and hanged in chains?” “Yes, honey,’' replied Pat, “a very great difference, oue hangs a- bout an hour, but other hangs all the days of his life." “I was charmed,” says Lord Oxford, “with the answer of a poor man m Bedlam, who was insulted by an apprentice, because he would- not tell him why he was confined.— The unhappy creature at last said, “Because God Almighty has deprived me ofa blessing which you never had:”; “Mr. Smith, don’t, you think Mr. Skee- sicks is a young man of parts ?” 4 “Decidedly so, Miss Brown, he is part numskul, and part knave, and part fool!”

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The central Georgian. (Sandersville, Ga.) 1847-1874, August 30, 1853, Image 1