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mail-covered breasts were melted by this un
]ooked-for appeal, and it was on that battle
lieid that the friendly accommodation was
made, that gave the Sabine Tati us and Rom
ulus joint rule over Rome.
But the event that brought joy to so many,
crushed the being of Cornelia, who was too
frail and lovely to remain long amid such
turmoil and strife. Together with her com
panions, she sought the battle-ground in
search of her father. She perceived at a
distance his aged form, and she knew full
well whose arm was raised against his trem
bling person. Twice had she seen the strong
blow of her husband parried with singular
success by the old man ; but at last his sword
entered among those grey hairs, and sprinkled
his face with blood. She was foremost in
the flight towards the scene of action, and
with the speed of lightning gained the wish
ed-for spot. Could an angel have suddenly
dropped down from heaven, could the earth
have yielded up her loveliest creation, they
would not have surpassed in beauty the be
ing who rushed past the gleaming swords,
and placed her slight and fragile form as a
shield for him she loved so well. With her
white robe floating in the breeze, her jewels
gleaming in her sunny hair, her eyes wild
with excitement foreign to their mild and
peaceful blue, and her white and bare bosom
throbbing with strange emotions, as she look
ed around at the array before her, who could
have looked upon her beauties and her cour
age unmoved ? But Valerius, the faithless
and revengeful, finding the father shielded by
the child, and wrought up to passion and
cruelty, deliberately stabbed the fair bosom,
so white and innocent, and turned carelessly
away from the harrowing sight—the dying
old man uttering words of comfort and wel
come to his dying child.
Glance with me a moment far back into
ages past and gone, and upon that happy and
joyous group. Julia is among them, but far
different from the stately and haughty woman
who first appeared before us. The tired and
exhausted form of Silvius reclines upon the
pleasant couch, but white fingers are twined
in his flowing locks, and a gentle touch is
upon his brow, while he regards her with ad
miration and love. Her father, too, is there,
and between those loved ones she divides her
unceasing cares. And a happy home is that,
at last. A charm lies in the very words,
which sends a thrill of pleasure through the
breast. Oh ye, who possess that gift, that
blessing—ye, whose smile each evening wel
comes some truant back, whose pleasant cir
cle is enlivened by the jest or tale, and whose
happiness centres there, turn to the reverse
of this picture, to the cold and unenviable
state of Valerius. The Roman law of the
absolute power of the husband over his wife,
left this monster unscathed, but in his dreams
by night, and his thoughts by day, ever
gleamed a white bosom and flowing hair,
which scared all peace from his breast.
The tyrannical disposition of the first king
of Rome, which showed itself in the events
just recorded, in the end proved his ruin; for
his increasing crimes and the entire rule
which he assumed, alarmed the people, and
in the prime of life Romulus came to his mys
terious end, which will remain unexplained
until empires and time shall be no more.
dearest guess we ever knew a
man to make, was made by a man who was
tumbled, bodily, out of a second story win
dow, and, when picking himself up, he said
he ‘rather guessed he wasn’t wanted there!’
He must have been a Yankee.
A professor, whose pupils made too
much noise, let the following almost incredi
ble ‘bull’ slip out: ‘Gentlemen, if everybody
will be silent, we shall be better able to dis
tinguish who makes the row.’ This reminds
us of a medical report, which began thus: —
‘There exists a great number of families in
Dublin, who have died of the cholera.”
Aim not too high, lest you fall: nor
lie on the ground, lest you be trampled upon;
Vou are safest when your legs bear you.
§ ® ®■‘o* 12 B& El Ik 11 HIEA !B Y ®AS BIT
3ln Original |)oem.
For tlie Southern Literary Gazette.
ENCOURAGEMENT.
RV ALTON'.
\ ‘ “ Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the jrood we oft might Win,
15y tearing to attempt.” Shakspkare.
There i* a word—the word of words—-
To which a charm is lent;
Which keeps the human race alive—
’Tis sweet Encouragement !
It is the Main-spring of the world,
Placed by the Maker's will,
h’en when the ball would cease its course,
To move it ‘ onward’ still!
It bids the wearied husbandman
Toil on thro’ pain and care ;
Reminding that a rich reward
Comes in the harvest-ear!
And pictures to his happy sight,
While tempests scourge the earth,
His boys and girls, from hunger free,
Around his merry hearth !
It bids the Sailor f never fear!’
Tho’ fierce the lightnings flash,
And thro’ the scowling clouds above,
Loud peals the thunder’s crash !
For, lo ! he boldly walks the deck,
Where all their rage is spent,
And, calmly smiling on the whole,
Receives Encouragement!
It bids the Warrior, * onward still !*
Tho’ all his comrades round,
Sad victims to the thirsty brand,
Have strewed the bloody ground !
For not the dreadful carnage near,
To which he turns his eye.
But, proudly dashing ‘ on,’ he sees
Fame, Glory, Victory!
The Christian meets with rude repulse,
Where’er his voice is heard;
But, humbly looking up on high,
He hears the magic word !
And, when he grieve a to find his heart
On virtue less intent,
Resisting the bold tempter’s art,
Receives Encouragement!
For, hath not He, who made the world,
The Father—Lord of all,
Kindly proclaimed, “ Unknown to him,
A sparrow shall not fall 1”
Oh ! will He, then, a servant see
Oppressed with sorrow here,
Nor, like a Father, hear his voice, f
And give him strength to bear ?
Lo, noble Genius! —o’er whose frame
Disease is swiftly stealing,
How, all unmindful, on he toils,
New truth on truth revealing !
Night is for rest, the sun reminds,
Bright setting o’er the hill;
Midnight her warning gives in vain—
Dawn finds him toiling still!
‘ Oh ! this is madness!’ cries the friend,
‘ Thy fevered cheek, how pale !
When health and happiness are lost,
Oh! can proud Fame avail!’
Too vain ! the words are lost in air !
He dreams not what control
That magic word, Encouragement,
Hath o’er th’ ambitious soul!
And quickly thus he makes reply :
* Oh! Pleasure's idle son !
Wealth, honor, rank, the world are naught,
If I must die unknown !
Oh ! could I dream such were my fate,
Then every vital breath
I'm. doomed to draw, would but, alas !
Prolong a living death!
Lo, how the conscience-stricken child*
Who doth his conduct rue,
Will, at its slightest token, kneel.
And sweet forgiveness sue!
Will, at its sound, feel in his breast
Anew emotion rise,
And, all ambitious, proudly strive
To win the glittering prized
But, oh! deprive him of this charm,
And wound his noble*heart
With language harsh; ajod, ah,! how deep
He feels the cruel smart !
His finest feelings withering up—.
That self-respect so dear—
Until, at last, disgraced, he falls,
And yields t* wild impair !
’Tis this which from the Lover's heart
All sorrow may beguile,
And bid him cease to fear, but hope,
And live upon a smile!
Oh! cheered on by this subtle charm,
For ‘one’ all things he’ll dare !
i But, ah! remove the spell, and, 10,
He leaves the ‘seornful fair !’
For, oh! too vain the heart will strive
To mock Adversity,
And, if unaided by this word,
JSoon dims the brightest eye—
And soon less frequent on the ear
The merry laugh will fall;
The spirit lose its energy,
And all the senses pall!
Then, oh! let none forget the charm
This simple word hath won,
But bear it with him, all through life,
To cheer a brother on !
And, as the good Samaritan
Ilis aid the stranger lent,
So, when a friend beside thee sinks,
Whisper— Encouragement!
Charleston.
fetters from a J)l)t}stcian.
For the Southern Literary Gazette.
HOMEOPATHY—NO. 3.
Roswell, Cobb Cos., Geo., )
October 26, 1848. j
My Dear Col., —I will tell you more fully
why I “charge the homeopaths with dishon
esty.” Not to notice the every-day practice
in which they indulge, of giving medicine,
not only in allopathic principles, but in allo
pathic doses, I will at once proceed to show
you how utterly impossible it is for them to
be honest. VVe are told in their books that
homeopathy must be learned by practising on
the healthy subject; and those individuals,
on whom the trials are made, must be select
ed from both sexes, and of different ages;
they must be in perfect health , without the
slightest deviation from healthy action in the
1 internal organs. “ All fermented liquors, cof
fee, and even tea, if possible, spices of every
kind, all green vegetables and roots, except
ing green peas, kidney-beans, carrots, cauli
flower, and potatoes, &c., must be altogether
avoided,” (Vid. Prac. View of Horn.) They
! must also be free from all over-exertion of
I
■ mind or body; “there must be no pressing af
j fairs to divert the mind from an accurate
analysis of the internal sensations of the bo
dy.” The experiments “ must be repeated in
the same individuals under various modifica
; tions of diet, so as to determine the influence
;of circumstances,” &c. Their medicines must
be tried in large, small, and infinitesimal do
i ses; and “ not only must the symptoms
themselves be taken down, but also the pe
culiar circumstances by which they may be
in any way modified—whether as to the in
fluence of position, of movement, of rest, of
j confined or open air, of atmospheric changes,
of day or night, of eating and drinking, con
i stitutional differences,” &c. Such are a few
of the duties which the honest disciple of Hah
- nemann is obliged to perform, before he can
practice his ism. The preliminary studies on
the healthy population, alone, would require
the three-score years and ten of human exis
tence, and then the student would be just rea
dy to attend upon the sick.
Look around you, Col., and see how many
homeopathic practitioners are real students.
I am acquainted with a few, who seldom
i prescribe for a patient without consulting
‘ Hull's Jahr;” but most of them, when they
do give infinitesimal doses, begin with the
first article in the materia medica, aconite,
and so go. through till the patient gets well.
Nor can I conceive how it can he otherwise,
for there is not a disease under the sun, which
| may not, according to their materia medica,
be induced by each individual article.
But I must hasten on, and answer.your im
portant question—“ Why does Homeopathy
succeed'?” This is the question which the
laity generally put to allopaths, and, in point
ing to instances of recovery, they consider it
an unanswerable proposition. That you may
he taore clearly understand my reply;,. I will.
ask, “ What is Homeopathy 1” Not a fash
ionable lady, not a dandy, nor a mesmerizer,
nor a fanatic, but what consider themselves
competent to reply. The poet and the politi
cian, the man of science, the divine and the
lawyer, are all converts to the new system,
and are ready to answer the simple question
I propose ; but, considered abstractly, Home
opathy is nothing more than a negative mode
of treatment. It is well for homeopaths, that
they abjure anatomy and pathology; for no
one, who has the slightest acquaintance with
the law’s of animal economy, can for a mo
ment believe that the millionth, billionth, tril
lionth. or quadrillionth part of a grain can
exert a therapeutic or physiological influence.
And if their remedies do not exert this influ
ence, then they amount to nothing —a nega
tive treatment. A case of homeopathic medi
cines came into my possession, in which
there were about two dozen vials, containing
many thousand pills. I began by taking one
of the globules at a dose, and ended by ta
king a vial full. So far as I was able to
perceive, they produced not the least physio
logical effect. This has beeu the experience
of many others, and the conclusion is neces
sary that these same articles would produce
no influence on diseases. This, then, is
Homeopathy. Its disciples give medicines
which are inert, and cure by strict attention
to diet, or by a resort to the ordinary modes
of treatment. While we everyday hear of
the triumphs of Homeopathy, (?) and hear
“ancient” ladies,hypochondriacal gentlemen,
and the innocent men of letters, discoursing
most learnedly on the success that attends
homeopathic treatment, where can we find a
record of the fatality of disease, under the
same sort of practice ? In this, as in every
other species of empiricism, the good deeds
only are blazoned forth, while the bad ones
of the fraternity follow their victim to the
grave. And now let me sum up, and you
will have my answer. We readily admit
that patients, treated by homeopathic practi
tioners, do yecover; but then the cases, which
succeed in their hands, are slight and wholly
influenced by the strict dietetic regimen they
impose, and which the good sense of any in
dividual is adequate to manage.
Again, so-called Homeopathy succeeds by
virtue of a resort to ordinary remedies, admin
istered in allopathic doses and on allopathic
principles. We have no statistics by which,
to be guided, or on which we can rely for
the facts so necessary to beget confidence in
homeopathic practice. In the N. Y. Annal
ist, of Nov. Ist, 1848, you will find a num
ber of cases recorded, in which it entirely
failed. The writer states he has been called
in thirteen families, suffering under epidemic
scarlatina, in each of which he found one
coffin, and in three of them two coffins, lying
in the house enclosing the victims of the dis
ease, under Aconite and Belladonna, at the
time of his visit.
Towards the close of Miss Mclntosh's late
work, “Charms and Coun*er*Charms,” she
i kills a lovely child with scarlet fever, and
! then informs her readers, with a sigh of re
gret, that the child died before the “ great
German apostle” had made known to tha
world the “modern antidote.” This, how
ever, is the only fault I can find with that de
lightful work, by this most accomplished au
thoress, and we can excuse it in a lady.
People know how much reliance to place in
a science (?) which needs the advocacy of
womankind.
I do not expect to convince any man of tho
absurdity of Homeopathy. All I desire is to
call your attention to facts; and, if people
will take these as they are, they will have
such allopathic doses of them, that the error
loci will be overcome by the via medicatrix
of common sense. Remember, what Sterne
says : “Whilst the unlearned were all busied
in getting down to the bottom of the well,
where Truth keeps her littfa court, were the
learned in their way as. busy in pumpuvg her
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