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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. -■-! ■ ■ gJlBg 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- 254