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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 195