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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. 135