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f prime dorm*, temre , etc., so that, when
one is inoapacitated by indisposition,” in
stead of the public being disappointed, a rival
♦.,kes the place of the invalid, and steals away
the profits and the honors! These singing
birds look askance at this diplomacy, but they
<oe no way to circumvent it, and consequent
ly their general health is improving to a very
degree! So you see Mr, Manager
Jry heats Mrs. Jervis w entirely” in the treat
ment of colds! Last season—the first of the
■regular Italian Opera, in this city—eventua
ted in a wretched failure, the house closing
while more than twenty representations sub
scribed Cor, were wanting. All this was the
result of mismanagement alone. The present
winter, affairs are conducted differently, and
the consequence is, that we have, happily, a
fair prospect of a permanent establishment.
The Opera House is a delightful resort,
whether to forget one’s self in music, or to meet
one's friends of the beau monde under the
most smiling circumstances. Hours speed
swiftly, as you drink in the strains of Truffi
or Bencdetti, or as you pass from sofa to so
fa, and from box to box, exchanging gay
compliments and sweet smiles with the belles
of the season. There it is that our great
capital nightly gathers her 1 beauty and her
chivalry, and bright the lamp shines o’er fair
women and brave men.’
The Germania Band is performing a very
novel thing in the way of a Musical Panora
ma of Broadway. Panoramas are, at this
time, all the rage 5 we have half a dozen of
different kinds now in exhibition. That of
the “Germania” opens with an expressive
passage from Mendelssohn, descriptive of a
calm sea; the scene supposed to be off the
Battery, at night. Then is heard the even
ing gun, then the tattoo, and this is followed
by the band on board an American man-of
war, playing, “A life on the ocean wave.”
This changes to the march of a military
band, (“ Love not!” of course ,) accompany
ing a corps of firemen on their return from a
target excursion. Then is heard a ludicrous
imitation of the sonorous metal of the Ameri
can Museum, blasting out a screeching Polka;
and this agreeably changes into Madame
Bishop’s delicious song, “The Banks of
Guadalquiver,” as sung by her at the Park
Theatre. We then come to the Park, in front
of the City Hall, to the tune of the Star
spangled Banner; and as we pass up Broad
way, by the Theatre, we are reminded of
Collins, by “the bould soger boy,” and an
Irish jig. At the Tabernacle is a concert of
the “Germania,” Schulze in the act of play
ing a fantasia on the violin; at the Society
Library, Campbell’s Minstrels are playing
“Oh, Susannah!” with a great rattling of the
bones ; and, as we ree.ch the Apollo, lo! the
sound of a galop, with merry feet tripping gai
ly to its measure. On the corner of Broad
way and Canal street, an Italian hoy’s grind
ing organ is quite drolly introduced, and in
front of the Olympic we hear the Cachuca.
At Mechanics’ Hall, the Christys are heard
playing an Ethiopian air, and from the inte
rior of the American Musical Institute Rooms,
The Lyceum, come forth the notes of that
sweet passage from the Oratorio of “The
Seasons;” “Come, lovely spring.” This
changes into a gallopade at the Circus, near
Prince street, to the well-known dance in
“Gustavus,” accompanied by the cracking
of the manager’s whip. And passing by the
head of Eighth street, the ear is arrested by a
finale from the “Lucia,” and there is a Sere
nade (the famous one from the “ Don Gio
vanni,”) going on in Union Square. All this
being over, we are sent off, in a whirl, to
Harlem, on the railroad, and the amusing pot
pourri closes with the blowing off of the
steam!
The President’s Message was sold here by
the news-boys, last evening, only a few hours
after its reception by Congress. It’s so fear
fully long, that I must get you to read it for
nie. In these short days, with all the patriot-
MUJ'IFffiUM 2a aIFS& A& ¥ ®ABSIF IF IS ♦
ism in the world, I cowldnot possibly venture,
upon such a labor. The “Courier and E\i
quirer” gratified its readers, to-day, wit\i a
“brief synopsis” of the interesting article, in
only five columns, each a yard or more long. |
No one can doubt, after this, that Me. Polk
loves his country.
Our newspapers arc full of the p rogress of
the Fanny Kemble divorce case ; <jf the Cali
fornia gold fever, which has la.tely broken
out more virulently than ever; of the pro
ceedings of the dinner given, on Friday night,
to the press of this city, by Mr. Beach, on
the occasion of his retirement from the edi
torship of the Sun; in speculations upon the
Cholera, four cases of which, in a Havre
packet, lately anchored at our quarentine, are
just reported by the health officer; so that
the dreaded plague, like “Gung’l,” really has
arrived! Add to which many things that my
long letter warns me against mentioning, and
you have the index of the press for the few
days past. Half an hour since, extras, with
foreign news by the Britannia, were scattered
over town. The. intelligence is of interest.
The excitement in France, incidental to the
Presidential election, is on the rise. The
prospects of the “ nephew of my uncle” are
rather worse than by previous advices.
Friends of Cavaignac, in the Assembly, have
■obtained leave of absence, with the express
end of canvassing their districts in the worthy
General’s behalf. It is feared, that should
the Buonapartists intempu at the Hastings,
their success will be disputed, with arms, in
the streets of the Capitol. Prospects in Ire
land look very gloomy for the coming winter.
Famine is staring rich as well as poor in the
face. The German States are in greater con
fusion than ever. It is supposed that in the
late siege of Vienna, not less than six thou
sand have been slain. The Emperor has fol
lowed up his victory by the most unadvised
harshness and cruelty. Political executions
have been ordered, and those concerned in the
late defence of the Capital—the students of
the University, especially —are treated with
the utmost rigor of revengeful despotism.
The rash monarch is inscribing, on his own
palace-walls, the inexorable “menemenete
kel upharsin.” The King of Prussia is fol
lowing the fatal example of his brother of
Austria. He is at issue with the” National
Assembly, and every thing in Berlin is in
confusion.
Commercially, the news of to-day is not
unfavorable. Confidence is increasing, mo
ney abundant, and discounts low. The grain
trade is rather on the decline. The middling
class of American cotton had advanced.
Fair quality and upwards remained the same,
but gave goodly promise of improvement.
Yours, below par, * FLIT.
For the Southern Literary Gazette.
LETTERS FROM CHEROKEE-NO. 1.
Cave Spring—The Deaf and Dumb School.
The Cherokee region may, justly, be term
ed the Switzerland of the South-west. The
diversity of hill and dale, of mountain and
vale, entitles it to this designation ; and if the
mountains are not so lofty, or the streams so
broad, certainly more beautiful scenery is not
displayed in the midst of the Alps and the
Appenines. It is our purpose to attempt a
description of some of the sections visited by
us, in hopes of inviting attention to this high
ly-favored and prosperous country. Induced
by a friend, we first directed our journey to
wards Cave Spring—a village situated in
Floyd County, sixteen miles south of Rome.
Tt is impossible to find language sufficiently
glowing, to describe the spot. On no part or
the continent, as we confidently believe, has
Nature more lavishly bestowed her blessings.
In no spot ever visited by, or described to us,
is to be found more rich scenery, a more ro
mantic arrangement of mountain and valley,
a more useful and noble combination of bright
sparkling waters, and spreading groves. —
Cave Spring lies in a narrow val*y, protect
ed by two ridges of mountains, running north
and south, and enclosing a body of land un
surpassed in fertility. The vale is so limited’
as to afford no scope to the ambitious planter,
who would subjugate thousands of acres to
the cultivation of cotton, but seems rather de
signed as a settlement for many, who, con
tent to furnish themselves from the bosom of
the earth with only the comforts of life,
would circumscribe their ambition by the lim
its of a few acres. From the western side of
one mountain, and the eastern side of the oth
er, almost opposite to each other there gushes
out several large springs of delightfully cool
and clear water, slightly affected with lime —
which, after gushing forth as if vexed at their
confinement in dark subterranean prisons,
flow gently along towards the north, on the
two sides of the village, spreading out among
the groves in two wide, limpid streams, giv
ing life and beauty to the scene for half a
mile or more. A noble grove of forest trees
covers several acres of level ground on the
east side of the village, and south of the bu
siness part of it, which has been devoted to
the purposes of a school campus. In the
midst of it rises the chapel, an edifice at once
neat and appropriate —its white walls beau
tifully contrasting with the natural color of
the trees, and its cupola towering above them,
and handsomely diversifying the natural
scenery around. On the eastern skirt of this
grove, rises a mountain in abrupt ascent,
chequered half way up with humble cottages,
from which a fine view is presented of the
surrounding valley. On the side of this
mountain yawns the mouth of the cave which
gives the village at once its name and spring,
and continuous avenues, darkened with aw
ful shadows, extend far into the bosom of the
earth, hung with broken stalactives, tinged
with the smoke of the torch-lights of fre
quent explorations. On reaching the brink
of an abyss, a roaring noise is heard, and the
visitor, by holding down a torch, will disco
ver far below him a dark stream rolling on
ward in sullen majesty, amidst the black and
slimy rocks below. This is the mountain
stream just described as springing from the
eastern mountain. Forcing itself in hurried
and impetuous agitation, it flows along the
margin of the grove, spreads itself out among
knotty vines and thick underwood, and runs
over beautifully white limestone rock, the
offspring of its depositions, under the silent
chemistry of the air and water. Immediately
north of the Spring are being raised the walls
of the Mute Asylum—an edifice promising to
prove as interesting, in itself, as it will he a
monument of the beneficence of Georgia.—
The school already begun, is a most excel
lent proof of the wisdom of the establishment.
Cold, indeed, must be the heart that can view
without deep sensations the interesting scenes
presented in it, in the education of the in
mates. The State has fortunately secured in
the head of this institution, a gentleman with
out whose services, it would lose much of its
interest and usefulness. In Mr. Fannin is
combined all the qualities of a whole-souled,
generous and magnanimous gentleman, and of
the conscientious and sincere Christian. He
is, indeed, peculiarly fitted for his position.—
To bland and courteous manners, he unites
a disposition distinguished for great patience
and kindness —and he devotes himself with
extraordinary diligence to his vocation. He
has such taste for teaching in this department
of education, and such industry in the dis
charge of his duties, as to have progressed in
the acquisition of knowledge, far beyond the
limits prescribed in similar schools. He ex
hibited to the writer a most simple and per
fect system of natural signs, and of arrange
ments for teaching the more important parts
of grammar, invented by himself, which we
trust will soon be given to the public, as they
surely will facilitate, beyond conception, the
acquirement of knowledge, and prove a great
blessing to the unfortunate deaf-mutes.
It would he unjust, in connexm t with this !
very imperfect tribute to Mr. Fannin, not to
n&me his assistant, Mr. Edwards, himself a
deaf-mute, whose intelligence and gentleman
ly manners admirably fit him for the situa
tion occupied by him. Os the instruction of
Mr. Fannin, and of Mr. Edwards, it may
justly said, that so simple and plain is their
mode of instruction, so silently eloquent and
expressive their gestures, that under them we
do not know who are most instructed, the
deaf-mutes, or those of the spectators who
speak and hear.
The female scholars are managed by Mis
Peugh, a deaf-mute, a most excellent young
woman, intellectual and benevolent, and who
devotes herself very earnestly to the business
in which she is employed. Further in my
next. P.
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JJ'cmspcqjct* Analects.
LOYE LAUGHS AT LOCKSMITHS™
The truth of this old adage was exempli
fied in Philadelphia, the other day, in a novel
manner. The story, as related in the Penn
sylvanian, is, that Mr. Drake, a wealthy to
bacconist of that city, had a charming daugh
ter, Amy by name, who had given her heart
to a young journeyman carpenter, named
Edward L. Hughes, not overburdened with
this worid’s goods. To this, Mr. Drake had
a decided objection, and, following the old
expedient in such cases, he locked Miss Amy
up to keep her from her loving carpenter.
On Wednesday afternoon, Mr. Drake, on
returning home, met a colossal son of Africa
at his door, with a large roll of bed-clothes
on his shoulder. Ebony inquired of him if
he was the gentleman who bought the bed
ding at some place in South street. “No--
take yourself off,” was the reply. “1 don’t
buy second-hand articles in South street,”
was the somewhat indignant addition. “ This
is not yours, then,” suggested the dusky
gentleman. “No—be off with your dirty
baggage,” responded the tobacconist, ending
the colloquy, and the porter hastened to cou
vey the “dirty luggage” to Mr. Hughes,
who received it with a hearty welcome. On
unrolling the counterpane which covered the
parcel, a very snug piece of goods answer
ing the description of Miss Amy Drake was
found inside. The young lady had concert
ed this scheme, and with the assistance of
her maid had contrived to roll herself in the
bed-quilts and thus be conveyed to her lover.
Matrimonial arrangements were being per
fected, but ere the twain could be made one
the indignant father arrived with two police
officers, and arrested Mr. Hughes for the
theft of a counterpane. The Mayor, how
ever, discharged the case. This, cprtainly.
is the very latest style of elopement, and
should he speedily patented.
AN AFFECTING STORY.
I yesterday heard a deeply affecting story,
which I will briefly relate. A young gen
tleman had taken his wife and a darling boy
of ten months, to visit some relatives living
about one hundred and fifty miles in the
country. Business demanding his immediate
return, he left his wife and child to follow
an the expiration of afew weeks. While
to their return, and when but a few miles on
the journey, the stage was overturned and
the child killed —the mother escaping un
hurt. The poor, broken hearted young
mother carried her dead boy in her arms
during the remainder of that terrible ride!
Silently, without moan or tear, for two days
and nights did she wrap in the folds of her
bosom her cherished burden—all her senses
absorbed in the crushing weight of her
afflicting bereavement. At the stage office
she was met by her husband —and here, for
the first time, her deep grief found utterance
and relief in tears. With unspeakable an
guish the stricken father received the body
of his cherub-boy—whose innocent prattle
would glad his heart no more —the sunshine
of whose face was dimmed in death. Alas!
it was the first and only one ! With heavy
steps and sinking hearts they went their
weary way homeward, bowed down to the
earth with sorrow, yet meekly uttering the
prayer of Christian resignation, “The Lord
gave, and the Lord hath taken away! —
Blessed he the name of the Lord!”— Fred.
( Md .) Examiner.
PRESENT OF A SILVER CRADLE.
In conformity wiih a time-honored custom
a silver cradle was lately presented to the
lady of the Mayor of Liverpool, on the birth
of a daughter. The following lines inscrib-
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