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I dictionaries in the house is to rear up tr , e children with the worst errors. of Pu r-tan politics forever before them. The White Sulphur Spring’s Confer , jj'-e has excited much interest here, and * cm a letter written thence by the cor respondent of a larg-e Northern daily, I jj.jjc an extract, which serves to show th-.h in s P* te war > defeat, poverty, alK i all that, the social supremacy of the South still commands unquestioned re cognition. This is the extract: - The Presidency, and the chances of tne candidates nominated by the opposing p ditical parties, are freely discussed here, and however many Northern Re publcans may he. present, none are there u'hodo not ardently wish for the election (>f Seymour and Blair, and so express themselves.'’ The portion of the above put in italics, singularly illustrates the truculent toady ism which seems so rampant in this sec tion. While cursing the ‘ fiendish rebels” the "trooly Ioil” no sooner get in the pre ft-Dce of Southern worth and beauty than they incontinently bow down in adora tion, and forswear their own convictions. A true man would not give up his princi ple- for a million women, each one more beautiful than Venus, and much Jess would he do so for any man or men, though they were Cfesar and Cicero combined ; but, to judge by what this writer says, no sooner do these “ many Northern Re publicans" get before General Lee and watering-place bevy of “ Rebel” belles, than they turn upon Grant and “Hooray for Seymour!” Were there only this one instance of toadyism, it might be passed over as a correspondent’s flourish, but almost the same day I fell upon the choice morsel I have given, I saw in a widely read Northern magazine—black to the core—no less than three tales, in all of which, in a sneaking, half-ashamed sort of way. Southern life was extolled, and Southern people raised into heroes and heroines. These things are tributes, it is true, to civility, personal indepen dence, and kindly good-breeding, but it would be more welcome, as perhaps the reader is now saying, if these folks would neither exalt us into gods, nor abase u- into devils, but simply "regard us as men and women, and let us alone. Tyrone Powers. For the Banner of the South. EDUCATION AT ST, FRANCIS’ COLLEGE LORETTO, CAMBRIDGE CO, PA. ’ Dear Mr. Editor : Allow me tho Ever of trespassing a little on the space ( f your invaluable journal, in order to communicate to the public in general some useful information on a subject to wLic h none can feel indifferent, and whic' 1 is, to all who receive it, one of the choicest favors bounteous Heaven can bestow—l mean a good moral and scientific Education. As “The Banner of the South” is the worthy advocate of “ Religion, pure and undefiled,” and con sequently of Science and Enlightenment, I need not, therefore, make any other a p> logy for introducing it than my in eornpetency to do it even partial justice, heing myself a native of the “ sunny "; u:ll >" and having, through the mercy °J a Providence, been preserved Pom the irreligious, infidel teachings of , 0 bectar ian Colleges, so numerous in Jnis country, and to which, unfortunately | J ° r themselves and for Catholicity in general, so many of our youth resort, at the nazard °f incurring the loss of their xiojy h aitli, or, at least, having it so un dermined and deadened that, too fre luently, their after life shows unmistaka- L, o' that they despise it, and are all but ■O'l.ihLed ot it and its observances— thus joo, I never can feel sufficiently grate u ‘ Pavmg, as I remarked, been pre ™ theso dangers, and directed ~.Aj ,e College, Loretto, in v aith and Science go hand in S sll Pporting, promoting, andencour m‘h?s‘‘ a f h . oth ? r,lp » r ® ued m y studies y fmored spot, wnere the thought* -ee u U - en /’ W , hose aspirations often [° tho transient goods and -in world, is reminded that ‘‘ and _ more lasting one t ‘, L> in illimitable extent on XZfr ol ' tho l-csent; and that will, zeal to perfect '-II ii. every biancl. of useful \ tu dv !: -Le S lrh oSe i" ight of, ' mt whi «h should o •' ‘ ab absorbmg study of life—“ The , ?‘ enc . e of the Saints.” The inform t n":?.;' 1 the . P h y«cal development and . ' Uul l teaching of youth at rhi- T tr “|? paternal; and in aU t”® ex' a ;g; mueeent recreations which mir V ( !r Cd tlje culture of body and tie good Brothers show by their f K and encouragement the lively interest in ‘he welfare of the' mv dill”/ r, 1 ™ aod 3 few dollars at 2 wishing to % the burn of by-ffnn .u. Vl!?lt a c a * n the scenes more *he . a^ s ’ and breathe once " lrni o or ating air of the Allegha- nies. I directed my course, as usual, to the city of Pittsburgh, that noble seat of prosperous industry, which, although af fording very many attractions to the tourist, I took little or no notice of, but passed on, by railway, to-Cresson Station distant, four miles from the College, where a hack being in waiting for conveyance jo Loretto, I reached it in less than one hour afterwards. On beholding the Monastery and Col lege, I found, to ray agreeable surprise, that what some years ago appeared a re spectable looking establishment, had now assumed so colossal dimensions, that one would almost imagine Aladdin and the (renn had been at work during mv ab sence. Being arrived at the limits of my destination, having received a hearty cheering welcome from the Brothers, and partaken of some refreshments, I was con ducted through the recently erected build- j ingfi, which 1 found to be admirably suited I lor educational purposes, and capable of accommodating some hundreds of stu dents, while the staff of Professors, and every other necessary requirement, are in perfect keeping with the exterior and interior appearance of the Institution. ILiw tiuly wonderful are the wavs of God, who ever chooses the most weak and lowly instruments to achieve his grandest designs. This College and Monastery, now of so great dimensions as to be second to no Catholic Establishment in the States, sprung, like the Mustard j plant, from very small beginnings; but, by the blessing of God, the fostering care and paternal vigilance of the learned and amiable Bishop Domencc, the generous support of the surrounding Clergy, and ceaseless exertions of the Brothers, it has now’ reached that point, from which one may confidently hope that it is des tined to become, in the hands of Provi dence, a very powerful auxiliary to the cause of Literature, Virtue, and Religion. Within ten minutes’ walk of the Col-* ege, is the Academy of St. Aloysios, for :he education of young ladies, conducted >y the Good Sisters of Mercy. It, too, is a first-class Institution, capable of accom modating a very large number ; and it is unnecessary to remark, that the Sisters, with almost angelic gentleness, and ma- tcrnal solicitude, are untiring in their efforts to train up their pupils in Virtue, in Literature, and in every other suitable accomplishment, to fit and ornament them for the various positions which, through life, Divine Providence may have design ed them to occupy. My object, then, in laying the above details before the public, is to endeavor to bring within the knowledge of all the grand opportunities this favored locality affords; aud to warn all my countrymen to fly, as from death itself, the pestiferous I atmosphere of Sectarian Colleges. Many, especially those residing at a considera ble distance, may not even have heard of tliQ names ol these Institutions, who would gladly avail themselves of the | advantages to be found within their hal i lowed walls, did they but know such ex isted. I, therefore, trust that Catholic Editors, under whose observation these remarks may fall, will, for the glory of God, and the interests of Religion, brin°* under the notice of their readers, these Literary Establishments; as doing so, may tend to save many »ouls from °ship- j wreck, and make them good members of Society, and ornaments of our Holy Church. Hie facilities for travelling to and from Loretto are very convenient and expedi tious, as the Pennsylvania Railroad passes through Cresson, a station, four miles from tiie College. The terms are, as I understand, very reasonable in both Estab lishments ; the climate mild; the air salubrious, being (of course) that of Cres son. and Loretto, whose Chalybeate Springs and health-restoring atmosphere have become so famous, and are so much resorted to by persons from all quarters, during the Summer months. The locality is exclusively Catholic, the white man being first led here by that illustrious Priest, Gillitzen, who, though a Prince ot the Russian Empire, de spised this world’s wealth, renounced his earthly dignities, for the laborious, self sacrificing duties of an humble Mission ary, and became the pioneer of the One, having faith, at Loretto, in the far dis tant Alleghanies. So eager was he to keep his little colony clear ot all sectarian element, that during his day, nothing of the kind ever found footing within its bounds; and among his worthy successors, the present venerable and learned Father Reynolds seems truly to tread the foot steps of this great model of sacredotal per fection, in his unceasing exertions to pre serve, in all its lustre, “the precious de posit’’ committed to his charge, and to preserve, stainless and pure, the morals of ms people. I & now far outste PP ed th e limits intended ou commencing these remarks I conclude with the hope that they throng , the blessing of God and your him! co-operation, may come under' the MSiflß ©f fll ismwW" notice of all those, who, may be well dis posed may profit by them, and thus es cape the snares so thickly strewn for their ruin elsewhere. If so I will consider my trouble amply repaid. J I remain, dear Mr. Editor, Yours truly, Charlestonian. [From the True Index.] Song. WRITTEN AND DEDICATED TO ALL TRUE SOUTHERN HEARTS—BY D. B. P. Come, twine a wreath of Cypress bough, In mem’ry of our dead— A never fading garland throw, To deck each lowly bed. They rest in peace—their warfare's o’er, The clarion calls them forth no more," ’ A deadly foe to face. CHORUS. Then scatter sweet flowers over the spot, Where the brave now take their repose; In our hearts they’ll live—they’ll ne’er be forgot While the sun in the Heavens still glows. ° ’ Shed not a tear for those who fell Whilst battling in tin fight; But weep for those who basely sell Their country and the right. Around the one a halo beams, Resplendent as the Eterual shame the other claims, Aud brands them as its own, Cno—Then scatter, &c. Ihen sleep, ye brave! for glorious fame Records your names on high; Vour gallant deeds our hearts inflame To nobly live and die. The cause you bled for is not lost, For Justice cannot fail; And truth—whatever be the cost Is great, aud shall prevail. Cho. —Then scatter, kc. SLANDER BY MRS. SUSAN H. WADDELL. Ihe tongue is afire, a world of iniquity.” ..t, St. James, Le thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow Thou shalt not escape calumny.” ’ . Shakspeare. Among the multitude who kneel at the altar, and bow down to the dust in the sanctuary, how few draw aside the d*rk curtain of the heart to muse upon its I depravity, compared with the hundreds who exmlt in their own excellence, and tike the Pharisee in the Temple, “Thank God that they are not as other men are or even like this Publican.” We pray to our Father in Heaven while we are encouraging and neglecting the evil innate to our natures; and when we find the distance from Him widen be fore us, we become skeptical, indifferent or hypocritical. Ail that is virtuous, all that is pure 1 )?. S O<3C L and noble, in the career of in dividuals, whether their sphere ol action be expansive or limited, draws them near !er to Godj acting upon the heart as elec tricty upon poisonous atmospheres and as surely guiding them to Him, as the needle is mysteriously guided to the pole. In the days of ancient Rome, there was a law which condemned slanderers to be branded in the forehead. How much more must their consciences have been seared, for ot all thefts it is the most hu miliating, and its effects upon the charac-* ter most baneful. A thief may steal your gold, and the next moment confer a bene fit upon you, should bis feelings be touched by seeing your misfortunes. But the slanderer is merciless ; his stab is in the dark, and he designs it to be fatal. One of the first prayers taught a little child is, ”1 hat mercy I to* others show, that mercy show tome.” Our Saviour was ever merciful, and if He, without “spot or blemish, looked with compassion upon the erring children of humanity, how much more is it a duty with us to follow his example. YV e are but a short time in this world before we discover that appearances are \ery deceiving. Metastasio portrayed this truth m poetic numbers, when he sang: If every man’s internal care ere written on liis brow, How many would our pity share, Who move our envy now.” See that lady as she rests upon her luxu nous summer divan, she is sipping healthful ices, and is fanned into repose by t ie breezy wings of an Eastern punkah. Poes her heart till with gratitude to her rather in Heaven ? \Ye shall see. Three friends have called to discuss with her, the sermon of yesterday, and— the fashionable section of the congrega tion. She rises to receive them with a countenance so dove-like, that Lavater could never have passed her without pausing to analyze it. Soon the conver sation becomes erratic, and nowthey criti cise a lady—a stranger comparatively she is maligned, and represented in such colors as evil spirits whisper and sug gest, those evil spirits to whom Ovid’s description of envy applies: ‘They never smile but when the wretched weep, Nor lulls their malice with a moment’s sleep, Restless in spite; while watchful to destroy, They pine and sicken at another’s joy.” Finally, they condemn her to be ne glected and ostracized from their social circle. Most righteous judgment, this* a. dcci ß ," D derived from appearances alone and from the evidence of but one side of tile question. . Slanf,er , is » murderer. It has scut to insane asylums, and laid forever in their ? a , Bnd “mtuw homes, the gifted, the lovely, and the pure in heart. It has not been many years since a truly refined and elegant gentleman, Lord Kmedder—Mr. Erskine, of Edin iuig was placed in his family vault by the poison of slander. It was of him a when recurring to the cause of death, beautifully assiniilatec him to the Ermine : “He was like the Ermine, that pines away and dies, if its snowy coat is at all sullied.” Some individuals are called unfeeling and described as having hearts of stone! Could their detractors see them in pri vate they often would be led to admire, what they had previously condemned, for they would see that their calm and cheer ful bearing was the result of self disci p me and a magnanimous sense of duty which induced them to appear cheerful! ramer than render others uncomfortable because they were miserable. Another is. censured for meanness in pecuniary affairs, yet those who pass this sentence know not the private affairs of the individual, nor his secret benevolen fences and charities. A not her achieves something above mediocrity; it is first detracted from, toeii an effort made to suppress all ap plause, and finally, should he be so for tunate as to pass, unscathed, the jungles reared around and about his pathway, * invidious natures are the first to app.aud him; and why ? Because they are disarmed of the power to injure. And et it.be unhappily, the truth that some individuals deserve to be censured, is it not best that we should endeavor first to persuade and conciliate, by our deport ment and language, the sinful to the path of <-ut), than to leave them to the ravages of despair; forgiving them their trespasses, as we would that others should forgive us? I It was not the unhappy spirit of Dean owilt, so much as his knowledge of hu man nature, that induced him to pen the apothegm—-‘‘Censure is the tax paid the puohc tor being innocent,” . We have remarked upon this decep tiveness of appearances, and will con clude this little paper with an episode, which has truth for its basis. “the good max of the valley.” Theie lived, on the high road leading to the town of G , a farmer, who was loved and respected by all who knew hum Jhe cognomen of “the good man of I tiie valley, was bestowed upon him by his I nearest neighbors, who deemed it a recre ation, after the labors of the day were over, to sit beneath the great oak in front of his cottage, anti listen to his stories, particularly of the time when he would suspend dozens of bells, gaily trimmed with scarlet and green, above the shoulders of his team, and set out With liis wagons to travel a hundred miles to the market town of P , where lie would sell the produce of his farm, and return with supplies, which were gladly purchased from him by the inhabitants of the valley. This retired vale was re markable for its picturesque scenery, and often there were rural and rustic night scenes at the cottage, which Ru bens and Rembrandt would have sketch ed with poetic fire, had they witnessed them. The moon rising above the hori zon, large, and round, and bright, and “the little drops of light,” (as Walter called the stars,) glimmering and flash ing all over the skies, while the cottage and the trees were silvered here, andln shadow there; sometimes they would sing a pastoral with the rosy housewife, as she sat in the doorway, with kerchief white and apron blue, and what was rare, with folded hands, fur she, like Chaucer’s “good wife:” ‘‘Of doth making hadde such haunt, She passed them of Ypres and of Ghent.” -Thus thej lived in industry, cheerful ness, and innocence, with enough for in dependence, but not enough tor envy. It was now fully midsummer, and all I ature appeared weary and thirsty, for there had not been rain in several weeks; yet the farmer made arrangements to leave noine early the next morning, and to walk the distance of ton miles, to the county town of G , rather than take a needed horse from the plough. lie had reached the wildest part of the for est when day dawned, that dewy, quiet, period, when morning first opens her eyes upon the waving wings of Night. As he looked around him, he beheld the magnificent gusts of Nature to her chil dicn ot the wilderness, a magic gem hung upon e> cry loaf, and every flower, giving them new life, and to the little birds a healthful both, for they were collecting the globules in their bills, and spattering them over their shoulders. In his rustic way he wondered, some indefinite ideas crowded the chambers of his brain but they were difficult to analyze, and he ceased his hypothesis upon the mysteries 01 -Nature, as many laurel-crowned phi }dmPwt rS hj l Ve been oWi S ed t 0 do before “® Sliding due to speculative q 0 ,7f™ C °n eS , badl y ti,D S led doubt. en mil -'° er lIU * now rea ched the sev! tan 7 -rftl a q -" aißt rc S“!»tor of dis lance, not then extmot- if pillar of wood, with a' Jt Tt ? <lUare mounting it, of 71,t r . s V r ‘ aud dedicated by them to Mercury ° rigm ’ Here he rested, and amused himself bv endeavonng to decipher the much oblit erated lettering and numerals of the mile-post. He heard a moan-he listen" ed, _ and now he heard a deep groan; RiMng quickly, lie hastened in the direc trnn ol the sound, and found that it pro ceeded from a darkly shaded ravine, which crossed the high road. There ho discov- ered a mail lying upon the road-side, with a large knife, buried to the handle, in his breast The first impulse of the good man of the valley, was heeded by him tor he knelt immediately by the dyin* man, and with accents of pity, drew the red and dripping blade from his heart. At that moment two horsemen rode up sprang from their horses, ini seized him as a felon and a murderer. It was vain . . e recounted the circumstances of his position He was only answered by a sneer and the remark: “The gory wea jqn is in your hand, and the blood is trickling from it.” “The good man of the valley” was taken to jail, put in irons, and in close confinement. Here he remained for months. The day and the hour came at last when lie was taken from the loath some prison, into his native air. The fresh, breezy, blue ether, with its living* cheerful, laughing, people, its flitting bn-ds and opening flowers. Alas! for what purpose? To hear his own con demnation as a felon and a murderer for having forgotten himself, to save, if I possible, a fellow-being from death. Theie are typical sacrifices throughout the world; they were, and arc, and must bo, for it is one of Nature’s vital laws. Ycais passed away, and the grass grew green and thickly where the cottage once stood. Nothing remained to mark the spot but one dilapidated chimney ; yet the moon and stars were as radiant as ever,, silvering the old oak, and simple granite pillar, reared in tears, by the good people of the valley. The inscrip tion ; 1 Sacred to the Memory of Phillip Gray, or “The Good Man of the \ alley,” who was Murdered for his Benevolence and Charity, By Presumptive Proof. How can language describe the fiend who peipetrated this murder? Hearing the footsteps ol' the farmer, as he travel ed the high road, he darted from his vic tim, and hid himself behind a clump of [ cedars, which grew near the roadside. He witnessed his capture, his trial, and his execution. But there was a’wide opened Eye, ever looking down upon him, which never closed nor slept; and it turned away forever, as he entered eternity, from a nameless and disgraceful grave .In what does the slanderer differ from this murderer ? He also sees the suffer ing and innocent victim of liis own base ness, and his own depravity. Was Thaddems Stevens Baptised. The Freemans Journal, (Roman Catho lic paper,) denies the Baptism of the late Thaddeus Stevens by the Sisters of | Charity. The same paper quotes the | statement that Mr. Stevens, when asked by a Sister of Charity, ten miuutes be fore death if he would be baptised, replied that he had “no objections.” On this the Freeman’s Journal says ; “ Baptism to adults is not given on the ground ol “no objections,” but on their “ asking ’ ot the Catholic Church for “faith” to lead them to “ life eternal,” and prolessing their desire to he bap tized.” Loveliness.— lt is not your neat dress your expensive shawl, or pretty finders that attract the attention of men of sense They look beyond these. It is the true loveliness of your nature that wins and continues to retain the affections of the heart. Young ladies sadly miss it who labor to improve their outward looks, while thej bestow not a tboug'ht on their mind, bools may be won by gew-gaws, and fashionable, showy dresses; but° the wise and substantial are never caught by such traps. Let modesty be your dress. 1 se pleasant language, and though you may not be courted by fop and sot, the good and truly great will love to linger in your steps. 7