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impossible, with the largest church organ, to
drown (not the child itself) but the shrill, or
•tanic notes of the child. We protest against
the notes.
5. We pledge ourselves to use our utmost
exertions to carry out the above principle.
After reading the principles of the So
cietv, Mr. Dunn Brown rose from an invert
ed cradle, on which he was sitting, and mov
ed their adoption, which motion was unani
mously carried, amid the shoutsof the assem
bled bachelors A committee of fourteen was
then appointed, whose duty it is to carry out
the objects of the Society. It is hoped that
not a single man will be found in the city
who will not join this interesting association.
{Sly's Journal.
HONESTY YS. MEANNESS.
The following incident, related by a New
York correspon lant of the Philadelphia In
quirer, presents a striking contrast between
magnanimity and soulless selfishness :
A few days since, a porter in a store on
Cedar street, a poor Irishman, with a salary
of seven dollars a week and a large family
dependant on him for support, found a large
roll of hank bills. An hour or two after
wards, a man came into the store in a state
of [Treat excitement, and said that he was
mined, wholly and hopelessly ruined. He
had drawn, he said, ten thousand dollars that
forenoon, from one of the city banks, and
had lost every ollar of it, somehow, The
porter heard the conversation, and stepping
up to him, said, “Sir, do not he alarmed —
here is your money. J found it, and here it
is.” i
“The rol! of bills was counted and found
all right and what do you suppose the loser
then (lid ? He deliberately deposited the
money in his breeches pocket and walked
out with out as much as saying “thank you,”
to the poor but honest porter. This is a lite
ral fact.”
PATCH WORK.
Dobbs on being asked if he had ever
seen the “bridge of Sighs,” replied, “Yes,
I've been traveling ou it ever since I was
married”
The Boston Post has the following —
•Don't stand there loafing,” said a professor
at Cambridge to three students, standing where
they shouldn’t.
“We’re not loafing,” said Nat; “there are
only three of us. and it takes ’leaven to make
a loaf.”
Now, gentlemen, you seethe enemy ‘?
They are ready to advance upon you. Re
member that ten thousand spectators witness
us from yonder hills. Your mothers— your
sister* look upon the field ; and here comes
the enemy. Let us run and protect them.
I'm off!
tegf* “Yes, ma'am, that’s a crack article,”
said a store-keeper to his lady purchaser.
‘•Oh mercy!” cried she “if the thing is
cracked I don't want it.”
bread to a crisp.” “An sure, my lady, I only
baked it three hours, according to re.saite.—
• Three hours! Why, the recipe said but
one.” “ Yes mem ! one hour for a large loaf,
and I had three small ones, and so I baked
um three hours, jist.”
A country paper says —Our account
of the thunder storm last week contained a
Might error; instead of “hailstones as big as
pullets,” read bullets.
When Dr. H., and Sergent A., were
walking arm-in-arm, a wag says to his friend:
•those two are just equal to one highway
man.”
“Why sod” was the response.
“Because, rejoined the wag, “it is a law
yer and a doctor—your money or your life.”
“Why is an honest man like a car
penter?” said one gentleman to another.
“1 oan't tell,” was the answer.
“ W hy, because he is a plane dealer .”
“Ah! I see it now, you have made it a
<; ca/ plainer ,” was the reply.
‘What’s that horse out of,’ said a feU
iow, with a view to quiz a farmer’s boy, who
; Vas riding an old horse,which showed less
’dood than bone.
‘ Out of V
Otes, what's he out of-—do you know V
‘Yea, I do.”
‘Well, what?’
‘Out of oats!’
“ Pompey,” said a good-natured mas
to Lis servant —“I didn't know until now,
bat you had a whipping last week.” “ Ah,
bassa, said the black, “don’t you? Lor. I
‘bew it in the hery time of it! ”
3 ® U-fddis il jd YdT £is AAY bA%ST TY <,
EDITOR’S DEPARTMENT.
Athens, Saturday, September 2, 1818.
“tit . T .. * - -
The Labors of an Editor.
Few readers appreciate, as they peruse the well
filled pages of their weekly Journal, the amount of
care and toil with which it has been provided. We
speak not, now, of the mechanical labor —incessant
as the rotation of the Earth >pon its axis, and
scarcely less monotonous !—but of the mental exer
tion required to supply them withMnstruction and
pleasure. The care and responsibility of making up
a single number of a weekly Literary paper, is not a
very formidable matter, it is true; but, when the
duty is repeated every week, the affair assumes a to
tally different aspect, and it becomes, even to the
most cheerful and willing mind, a task. It has been
truly described as a Sysiphean labor. Like the fa
bled wheel of Ixion, the duties of an Editor revolve
incessantly. When one important item has been
accomplished, and he begins to breathe freely, anoth
er claims his attention —and for him there is, indeed,
no rest.
Perhaps some of our readers will ask, in what this
excessive labor consists 1 We cannot make them
understand, it may be, by words; but we are sure
that, if they were to make a trial of the responsibili
ty for a few weeks, they would fully appreciate it,
and heartily sympathize with us poor knights of the
quill.
It is not alone the actual amount which the Editor
himself contributes to his paper: this, indeed, is a
very small part of the toil. It is the care of provid
ing for the various departments—of determining the
fitness of this or that contribution —a delicate opera
tion, by the way, and one involving many nice is
sues ; of writing soothing letters to “ the authors of
rejected addresses,” —of ransacking old books and
new books for choice material to adorn the Eclectic
columns —and, we had forgotten almost to say, of
revising accepted manuscripts, and particularly Po
etry ; supplying here a deficient foot, remedying
there a disallowed rhyme—now furnishing a word to
complete the author’s meaning, and anon hunting
up an idea to suit the author’s rhymes. All of these
are weekly—nay, daily duties —from which there is
no honorable escape.
When all this is done, and the Editor has toiled,
to complete exhaustion of mind and body, it is no
relief to him to open a letter —unpaid, at that —and
read as follows:
Sik,—lf you don’t make your paper more lively,
I shall certainly stop it. indeed, I would hardly
pay the postage upon it, as it is.
Yours, &c., FRED. FRIVOLOUS.
Or another —unpaid likewise —to this purport:
Sik, —1 subscribed for your paper, with the hope
of getting something solid and substantial in Litera
ture ; but it is so light, that I find no gratification
in reading it, and wish you to stop it at the end of
my year.
Yours respectfully, SAMUEL SOLID.
. Now, dear reader, in conclusion, we pray you to
sympathize with your poor servant, the Editor, who
toils most conscientiously and unceasingly to supply
you with a pleasant, instructive, and useful weekly
Journal. Think of his toils, and make the best of
his labors; which, to say the least, are not light,
however lightly esteemed.
The Madison University, N. Y.
This celebrated seat of learning—dear to us read
er as our Alma Mater —is quite a bone of contention,
at this time, between the Citizens of Hamilton and
of Rochester N. Y. Located at the former place—
a pleasant village 30 miles S. W. of Utica, the Board
of Trustees at a late meeting resolved to remove it
to Rochester —the people of which city, offered
SIOO,OOO towards the purchase of ground and the e
rection of buildings. The citizens of Hamilton are
determined not to let it be removed, if they can a
void it, and have applied for an injunction against
its removal, until the legality of the measure can be
determined by the Courts. We regret, while we
are not much surprised, to see this opposition to its
removal, as Rochester is a far better site than Ham
ilton for this important and growing University, and
we hope, if the matter is to be contested at law, that
the question will be speedily decided in favor of its
removal.
(Dttr (SosstD Column.
We commend to our readers the fine Poem in our
present number, by our friend, Col. Henry R. Jack
son. it will repay perusal, abounding, ns it does, in
fine passages true alike to Nature and to Art. We
hail, moreover, with pleasure, every contribution to
the Anthology of the South, which can give endu
ring fame to her magnificent scenery, and awaken in
the bosoms of her children a just pride in her noble
attractions We were not a little amused,
recently, by an anecdote in one of our exchanges,
which, however, we failed to preserve for its appro
priate place in our columns. It was of an illustrious
Professor in one of our Colleges, and a seedy gentle
man. The latter, it appears, presented himself at
the ro in of the learned instructor, and claimed his
assistance as a “poor scholar.” The generous Pro
fessor, to iched with sympathy for a brother in dis
tress, ushered his visitor into his study with great
alacrity, and immediately called his attention to
some elaborate and difficult passage in one of the old
Latin authors. The guest was astonished, and dis
claimed any knowledge of the matter; and, in reply
to the exclamation of the Professor, “What! not
understand the Classics!” merely said, with much
innocence, “The Classics! What be they?” —
“Why, sir,” said the host, “I thought you said
you were a poor scholar !” “So I be,” replied the
other; “but that is not my fault, considerin’ that I
never had no opportunity to become a good one !”
The Professor emptied his purse of the silver it con
tained, and got rid of his learned brother as speedily
as possible, doubtless considering himself “ sold,”
and at a cheap rate! .... We owe our fair
young sisters of the ‘ Rose-Bud,’ (a neat quarto
sheet, published monthly, at LaGrange, Geo.,) an
apology for not having extended to them before the
“right hand of fellowship,” and assured them of
our cordial sympathy with them in their praisewor
thy effort to develope those intellectual powers, in
their own sex, which so much enhance and dignify
their preeminent personal attractions. We believe,
most profoundly, in the capabilities of the female
mind for high cultivation and distinguished excel
lence in every department ot knowledge. Away
with the cant of the narrow-minded philosophy, that
would degrade woman into a mere domestic machine,
admirably adapted to manufacture good bread and
delicious puddings—to make and “ do up” fine linen
and muslins —to sew on buttons, and keep stockings
in repair. All this a true woman will do, as a part
of her duty, when it is required of her by circum
stances ; but that this is woman’s mission, is a total
and mischievous error. We may say something at
length on this subject hereafter. Suffice it now to
remark, that woman’s mission is to exert the high
est and purest possible influence on man in every re
lation of life ; to mould the boy for a noble future ;
to teach jouth lofty aims; to cheer manhood by pure
examples and sweet counsels; to sympathize with
age and soothe its decline by her unfailing tenderness.
’To do all this well, she must be thoroughly, highly
educated. An ignorant woman, however lovely in
form or features, has no more enduring power over
the heart and judgment of man than a marble sta
ture —beautiful, but soulless! We are prating, how
ever ; when we meant only to tell the dear young la
dies, who edit the Rose-Bud, that their labor of love
shall certainly be rewarded a hundred-fold; not, per
haps, in the sufficient success of their Journal, but in
the consciousness they will possess of having done
“ what they could” for the improvement of their
sex. We have little space left to say aught of the
appearance of the Rose-Bud, in its new suit of type.
By and by, we will gossip about it again. We shall
be happy to exchange with it, and we hope, if we
ever visit LaGrange, the fair sisterhood will admit
us to their sanctum—a courtesy usual, we believe,
with editors.
Notices to Correspondents.
Anthony Evergreen. Your poem is less suited to
our paper than it might be, from its being addressed
to an individual, and having too much of an individ
ual character. Such effusions are rarely of great in
terest, except to the subject of them ; and, with
your permission, we lay it “on the table,” and
await your further communications in the line alrea
dy indicated.
Stephenia. Your poems are both liable to the
same objection we have just urged against that of
our friend Anthony. We prefer not to publish such
articles, unless in rare cases.
Rinaldo. Will you please send us further speci
mens of your poems, with your real name ? The
latter is a sine qua non to further intercourse be
tween us,
Leila Cameron. Your favors are exceedingly
welcome, and we hope you will not “ cut off the sup
plies.”
A. S. T. Most decidedly we will not.
Fanny Fairfax. A nom de plume, we are sure,
fair lady, and not a silly one either. We will give
your verses early consideration. Your name rather
wins our regard; hut remember the conditions—
there must be no ctmcenlmcnts from our editorial
majesty,
Esther. Your note demands more than this no
tice, and we will “ gossip” with you shortly.
fffjc Slmrrtcan X-aioiitfjli? Dress.
The American Architect: New York. C.M.
Saxton.
That we have not earlier noticed this work, is not
the result of indifference to the important subject of
Country Architecture which it is designed to im
prove and beautify. There is no greater lack among
our people, so far as appearance goes, than in their
architectural tastes. They need reforming utterly.
A “ Revolution,'’'’ in fact, in the styje of house-build
ing is greatly needed among us. The unsightly ed
ifices occupied by our men of wealth, with chimneys
outside the walls, and little dumpy porticoes over
the doors, are caricatures on Architecture, and should
speedily give place to neat, appropriate, convenient
and elegant houses, of which every month a different
specimen is given in the Journal under notice. Ac
companying the perspective views arc ground plans,
specifications, estimates of cost &c.—all adapted to
aid the planter and village gentleman in erecting a
“ nice house ” —at once commodious and ornament
al. The September number presents a specimin of
a regular log cabin—no novelty, it is true, among us
—but even log cabins ought to be built by rule, and
for twenty-five cents any one can have designs in
perspective and detail. The price of the “Archi
tect” is $3 per annum. We shall be pleased to
forward subscriptions for the work at the wish of any
of our readers.
Blackwood’s Magazine for July. L. Scott &
Go’s Reprint.
While some of our contemporaries are acknowledg
ing the August number, we arc cutting the leaves
of Ebony for the July month—a delay which we
would overlook, perhaps, in a less favorite magazine
than Blackwood. We hope our good friends, the
Publishers, will contrive to supply us at an earlier
date. We would not miss the visit of Mag a for
twice its price, and we think no intelligent reader of
it would hesitate to endorse our declaration. “”
The “ American Thoughts on European Revolu
tions,” in this number, which have been so freely
criticised, and which the letter of our esteemed New
York correspondent hits rather severely, are not alto
gether unworthy of consideration by candid readers.
The devil is never yp black as he is painted. The
“ Caxtons” is worthy of Bulwer, whether he is the
author or not. The papers entitled “ Life in the
far West.” will repay attention. A delightful pa
per on Siberia is among the staple of the issue
Subscribe for Blackwood, dear reader. It is still
furnished for Three Dollars.
The Union Magazine for September.
This issue is well spoken of-—but as our copy has
failed to reach us, we are obliged to withhold our o
pinion. The same is true of the Columbian Maga
zine.
(Due Book Sable.
£ vp Publishers an! authors who may wish to have their
Books noticed in the “ Literary Gazette’ ’ will please send
copies for the editor to Burgess, Stringer &l Cos., N. York,
who will send a parcel to him every week, by express.
The Adventures of a Medical Student. By
Robert Douglass, Surgeon, Royal Army. In
two vols. 12mo. N. York : Burgess, Stringer & Cos.
Our engagements have barely allowed us to give
these neat volumes a hasty examination, from which,
however, we are led to anticipate much pleasure in
their perusal some leisure day. They certainly offer
excitement enough—and many read solely for that,
a practice which, however, we cannot but condemn.
This book will probably make some noise in the
world. Douglass ran a brief but eventful career of
twenty-four years, and wo doubt not that his adven
tures in the royal navy were strange enough.
Anecdotes and Letters of Zachary Taylor.
By Tom Owen, the Bee-hunter. With a brief
Life. Illustrated with Engravings. New York :
D. Appleton & Cos.
The Mexican war has certainly resulted benefi
cially to the Book-sellers, if not to the coun
try at large ; for it has given birth to almost innu
merable books, and brochures of biography, narra
tives, anecdote, etc. Os all, however, which have
been published, this handsome volume bears away
the palm It is just the tiling that was required to
give zest to the public taste for reading, connected
with the brilliant campaigns of Old Zack in Mexico.
Tom Owen has done the public a service in this —
not the least successful of his popular books. It
abounds with pleasant and piquant stories, embody
ing a graphic narrative of the events of the war, from
its inception to its termination, so far as old Rough
and Ready was concerned. The publishers ought to
make a handsome sum by the sale of the work, though
it is afforded for a mere song.
Notices of “ What I saw in California”-” Gowry
or the King’s Plot,” and several other works are
crowded from our Book Table this week.
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