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THE UPSON EII.OT.
Q. A. MILLER, - Editor.
Thurmlay, April 7, 18.59.
Opposition Convention.
We see that several of our cotempora
ries opposed to the “Powers that be” are
discussing the expediency of calling a Con
vention of the Opposition Party. The
Atlft&te American, the Sumter Republi
can, the LoGrange Reporter, West Point
Citiien, the Athens Watchman, the Ma
con Messenger and others, whose opinions
Are entitled to respect, favor immediate
Action, whilst the Savannah Republican
and Oolumbus Enquirer seem inclined to
hang fire and adopt the watchword—
“Wait"—so glibly uttered by the Democ
racy during the last Gubernatorial canvass.
The guilty officials of a corrupt and tyran
nically administered government—men who
are conscious that wrong cannot be justi
fied and corruption sanctified, may profit
by delay, but when dishonesty is to be ex
posed and the antidote to the “ leprous dis
tUment” which for years has penetrated ev
ery vein and artery of the body politic is
to be administered, then hesitancy is worse
than madness—for it is criminal indiffer
ence. We might pity the man who would
stand carelessly by while the flames were
bursting from each door and window of his
sacred home, and the burning rafters were
dropping one by one at his feet, but he who
would introduce into that home the adul
terer, the robber, the thief, the foreign
cut-throat and burglar, the midnight as
sassin and blood-stained traitor would be
regarded as a fit subject to be gibbeted
high on the pillar of infamy.
To say nothing as to the distinctive prin
ciples which divide and distinguish the dif
ferent parties, or the individual honesty,
patriotism and intelligence of the members
of these parties, it must be evident from
the recent developments in Congress, that
corruption “ boils and bubbles” in several
departments of our General Government,
until it has “ overrun the stew.” Laws in
tended to protect life, liberty and property
are openly violated with impunity. Sec
tionalism, Fanaticism and Treason to the
Constitution and Union, override Loyalty,
Common Sense and Truth. Party, not
country, is alone the passport to official
honors, position and wealth. Peculation in
high places has become so common that it
scarce receives a passing rebuke, but is
rather eeteemed a quality best adapted to
the spirit of the age. Honesty, that only
conservator of a nation’s honor and pros
perity, is laughed at as a useless and in
convenient encumbrance suited alono for
our revolutionary fathers. These are the
evidences of that decay in public virtue
which precede our nation’s ruin, and strike
a deadly blow at the hopes of civilized man
throughout the world. To arrest this down
ward course, it is the duty of every patriot,
without regard to local attachments, party
efilnitiee, or personal considerations, to
plaoe hi shoulder to the wheel and lift the
vesael of State from out the morass upon
which she has been cast by unfaithful pi
lots, and where, if not speedily relieved, she
must certainly go to pieces. The rats are
knawing in her hold, the piratical wreck
ers are hovering around, while the break
ers are thumping and beating upon and
tumbling over her sides. Shove her off
and spread her Stars and Stripes to the
breeze, and let her founder in mid-ocean,
with her signal guns booming over the wide
waste of waters, jarring the nations around
like the tread of an earthquake, but never,
never, let her perish obscurely miserable,
or rot on a desert strand, to be preyed on
inch by inch by official vermin. Let her
on her ocean march meet with a gallant en
emy—the British Lion or Gallic Cock, and
go down amid the roar of battle with her
quarter deck slippery with blood, rather
than add another example to the history
of nations whose domestic vices were una
ble to preserve the happiness and glory
their wisdom and virtue had won, who had
outlived their respectability and died at
last without a sign, leaving a name linked
only with crime and degeneracy.
In view then of the acknowledged sad
condition of our common country, whether
relating to our finances, our external and
internal dissensions, or our official corrup
tions and peculations, we think the people
should be immediately aroused to the true
condition of our public affairs. Let a Con
vention of our wisest and best men, irres
pective of mere old party differences, pre
pare at once to assemble. Let an organi
zation based on the Constitution, to be ex
ecuted by brave, honest and capable men
es all parties, extend its influence into each
comer of the State. Make it obligatory
on some particular person or persons, ex
clusive of the regular candidates, to reason
with and excite the honest masses of the
people to action, and then let the issue be
fairly met and tried whether demagogues,
spoilers and sectional agitators shall con
trol the destinies of this great Republic
for their own selfish purposes, or whether
official corruption shall be punished, life,
liberty and property be protected, section
alism and fanaticism be rebuked, and ra
tional freedom be perpetuated to the remo
test generations.
Our Correspondents.
We have devoted much of our space this
week to our esteemed correspondents. We
would again say to those whose communi
cations are not published, that an editor’s
time is too much occupied iu his exchan
ges, proof sheets, editorial and correspon
dence connected with his office (to say no
thfng about his other duties) to have any
leisure to correct the grammar, spelling
and phraseology of disfigured manuscript,
however good it may be in other particu
lars. He who is ambitious to appear in
print would do well to correct his own
manuscript or receive the assistance of
some friend for the purpose; for types and
the devil will often go astray in spite of
the best compositors and proof readers.—
From the following, clipped from the Mont
gomery (Ala.,) Mail it will be seen that
compositors and proof readers are more of
ten “ sinned against , than sinning
“Eds. Mail: In your issue of yesterday
we discover, in the closing paragraph of a
communication furnished by “A Country
Gentleman,” quite a slur is cast upon the
compositors or proof reader of the Mail.—
Now we, as aggrieved parties, beg leave to
enter our protest against the charge of
“doubling and twisting” “A Country
Gentleman’s” “brilliant thoughts” into
such stuff as would only grace the name of
“Plunket,” or some other lowflung appel
lation. The truth is, the “doubling and
twisting,” if any there be, is the work of the
author himself, who perhaps imagines that
all printers should be able to make good
sense of manuscript that is very little bet
ter than Egyptian heiroglyphics, or the
scratches of a cross old setting hen. For
a man who writes with a stick, without
any split in it—who spells operation with
two p's, and opposite with one—and who
does not appear to know the difference be
tween a period and a dash , to complain of
the bungling manner in which his brilliant
productions are “set up” and published, is
simply ridiculous ; and we would advise
“A Country Gentleman,” if he wouldhave
his thoughts appear before the public in
all their native “brilliancy ,” to be a little
more particular in his style of chirography,
orthography, punctuation, &c., and not
rely too implicitly upon the good nature
and intuitive sense of the compositor to
make up for hjs deficiencies in composition
—for, “hark y v fellow,” we are
but mortals like youfself, and some of us
not gifted with very fruitful imaginations;
and though many of our greatest men are
indebted to printers for the beauty and
richness of the language in which their
ideas are clothed, we must acknowledge
that your communications are entirely be
yond the reach of even this improvement.
In conclusion, we will quote the follow
ing lines for the especial benefit of “ A
Country Gentleman”:
“In other men we faults can spy,
And blame the mote that dims their eye ;
Each little speck and blemish find;
To our own stronger errors blind.”
Compositors op Mail Office.
British Reviews.
The North British Review for February
aiul the London Quarterly are on our ta
ble. Contents of the North British :
1, Algerian Literature of France; 2,
Carlyle’s Frederic the Great; 3, Fiji and
the Fijians; 4, Philosophy of Language ;
5, Sir Thomas More and the Reformation;
6, Intuitionalism and Limit of Religious
thought; 7, DeLa Rive’s Electricity in
Theory and Practice; 8, Scottish Home
Missions; 9, Reform ; 10, Recent Publi
cations.
r l hose able Review’s should be an inmate
of every household. They would go far to
drive away much of the weak and corrupt
ing Literature of the day. They are re
published by Leonard Scott & Cos., 79,
Fulton Street, New York.
baw School at Marietta.
We see that the bar of Cobb and ad
joining counties have determined to open
in the City of Marietta, on the 20th of
June next, a Summer Law School. The
Committee say :
“The services of Judge Gould, a gentle
man of high position, both at the bar and
before the country, and of fifteen years ex
perience as a Lecturer upon the Law, have
been secured. The Session will continue
through a period of fourteen weeks—the
Lectures averaging from sixty-five to sev
enty minutes in length, will be repeated
daily. From the regular course of Judge
Gould, which it requires considerablv more
than one year to complete, will be selected
the most important and practical subjects
of the Law. A Moot Court will be held
in connection with the Course. The fee
for admittance will be twenty-live dollars.”
THE UPSON PILOT, THURSDAY MORNING, APRIL 7, 1859,
The Hon. Robert P. Trifpe.— We
were pleased to see this gentleman in our
city last week, in good health and spirits.
He informed us that he would not be a
candidate for renomination —his profes
sional engagements requiring his undivi
ded attention.
Many will regret this determination of
our able and worthy Representative. He
has been a faithful and efficient public
servant ; by his honest and manly course,
securing the respect and confidence’ of men
of all parties. The good wishes of his in
telligent and attached constituency will
follow him in his retirement —Macon Mes
senger. .
If it is the fixed determination of Mr.
Trippe to retire, the regret of the Macon
Messenger will be echoed throughout this
District. Sparta hath no worthier son
than he. His sound sense, his incorrupti
ble integrity— (“faithful, among the faith
less”) is but now r being fully realized and
appreciated. Whether in the corcupt
Halls of Congress or breathing a purer at
mosphere at home and at the Bar, lie has
the heart-felt gratitude and good wishes
of thousands for his happiness success and
services. We hope his successor may prove
as true to God and his country and rival
him in usefulness and credit to his constit
uents, and the whole Union.
Tlie South Countryman.
The number of this excellent
monthly agricultural, industrial and edu
cational Magazine is on our table. It is
edited by C. W. Howard and published by
W. 11. Hunt, at Marietta, Georgia. We
subjoin the following editorial request: —
Request. —At the hazard of being deem
ed importunate, we venture to call on our
friends for a few more active efforts in be
half of this journal. A number have sent
us in lists varying from twenty to five sub
scribers. But a great many whom we
know to be warm friends of the South Coun
tryman have sent us only their own names
and subscription money. Few persons will
decline to take so cheap a journal if appli
cation be made to them. When your eye,
friend to agriculture, falls on this request,
not, we hope immodestly made, will you
not determine to see what you can do for
us on that very day P In saying that you
will decline an application of this sort, we
are aware that it has been intimated that
there are already journals of this sort enough
at the South, to prevent an increase of their
number without injuriously affecting those
already in existence. But this is a great
mintcikr. Up to a oortain limit there
an uniformity of result in the history of
public enterprises of this nature. Colle
ges produce students; Railroads produce
business and travel. The increase of the
press increases the number of readers, both
directly and by indirection. No one will
say that we have reached the limit in the
number of agricultural readers. What
proportion of the farmers of Georgia read
an agricultural journal ? Certainly not
one twentieth part. We trust that our
friends will exert themselves promptly to
reduce this proportion. The Michigan
Farmer, in the young State of Michigan
alone, has ten thousand subscribers. The
South Countryman ought to have that
number of subscribers in Georgia, alone.—
And if the friends of agriculture will exert
themselves for a short time, to the same
degree with the friends of the politica
press, it will count more than that number
on its list.”
Southern Field and Fireside,
We call the attention of our readers to
the prospectus of the Southern Field and
Fireside in another column. We rejoice
to see so many evidences of literary devel
opment springing up in our Southern land.
We hope this new paper will meet a wel
come in every “field” and by every “ fire
side” throughout our sunny borders. May
its pure streams of “English undefiled”
wash from our midst the many dark spots
created by the pictorial sensation papers
of the North, so extensively patronized,
and so enfeebling and corrupting to good
taste and sound morals.
For the Upson Pilot.
To Leola.
Leola ! breathe again, the Muse's witching lay,
From rosy bower thou singest in youth’s entrancing
May,
You sing so sweet of friendship, that lured by the
theme.
My heart but answers to the strain and echoes hack
thy dream.
Then nurse the secret pleasure and shroud thy feel
ings o’er,
And breathe the wildest measure, that Fancy can ex
plore,
Go bind the cords of Friendship with flowers profusely
flung,
From Nature still revealing, her harmonies unsung.
To you saered. he the tears, that gem soft Pity’s shrine,
And bright be every hope, that gilds that heart of
thine,
That now breathes sweet numbers where once your
music slept,
Till roused from Lethean slumbers, thy wild notes gent
ly swept.
May your heart remain as light, as in childhood’s hap
py hours,
Then you can court the Muse alone in Fancy s happv
bowers,
If Grief should shade thy fair brow and anguish fill
thy. breast.
May I gather the broken strings and soothe thy heart
to rest. - L
For the Upson Pilot.
LINES,
Written on the Death of Mrs. Rebecca E. Gatewood,
only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Sacksoti, oj
Upson county, Ga.
In childhood's sweet and jWfitl hods,
There bloomed a rose in Friendship's bower,
Whose petals near my heart have crept _
And there in balmy fragrance slept.
Whene’ er my soul was touched by grief,
And ceased l to find in play relief,
My sweet rose, like a sunbeam bright,
Its fragrance shed, and all was Ught
Then o’er tuy heart-strings wild and free,
My childhood minstrel swept with glee
A song to this bright image fair,
Which Qod in lovejhad planted there.
Years sped away, and softer grew,
Her cheerful smile and rosy hue,
The angtds on her gentle face
Had pictured heavenly love and grace.
Again we met. The festal hall,
Rung loud with joy at pleasure’s call,
And by her early loved one’s side,
Rebecca stood a blushing bride !
Each face with_smiles and pleasure beamed,
And o’er their future Seraphs seemed
To cast a halo brighter far
Than radiant smile of evening star.
To school-girl days I bade farewell, j
And sought again my quiet dell,
Where oft, as in bright hours l>efore,
I kissed my lragrant rose once more.
Oh ! what a change ! The beauteous blush
Had given place to hectic flush — 3J
The dreaded “ Fell Destroyer” now
Had placed his signet on her brow.
With lingering hope in “ Land of Flowers,”
Where waft the sweets of Orange bowers,
And tall Magnolias graceful lave,
Their dark leaves in the streamlet wave;
They bore her thence, nor hoped iu vain,
For smiles lit up her face again,.
And Fancy soft with angel tread
Her future path with flowers spread.
But ever on life’s brightest hues,
Change lingers there like transient dews,
Which smile awhile in morning’s ray,
Till swept by heated beams away.
In the hush of midnight, dark and still,
When soul’s to Heavenly music thrill,
And waning March her circling hours,
Gave up for April’s brilliant flowers,
There came a messenger too bright
For any save Rebecca's sight:
Him she hailed with power given,
Smiled on her friends and fled to He - !
Her silent room and vacant chair,
W’here oft she knelt in fervent prayer,
Echo each leaflet’s saddening moan, —
“ Gone thou art! Forever gone!”
But oh ! the stars with tranquil ray,
Could tell a brighter tale than they ;
For just as mom lit up the skies
She reached dhe gates of Paradise,
Where angels clasped her snowy hand,
To lead her o’er the golden strand,
And while their welcome anthems ring,
She worships God the Heavenly King!
LEOLA.
Upson County, April 28th, 1858.
For the Upson Pilot.
To Loon.
Ah yes ! I know that patriot’s graves
Were found all o’er this land—
From broad Atlantic’s stormy waves
To calm Pacific’s strand.
I know that patriots in them sleep,
Honored and not unsung—
Whose fame no tyrant’s heart can keep,
Whose praises loud are rung.
But truly all have ceased to wake
For them the silent tear—
Their memory serves alone to make
Our liberty more dear.
And thoso you mentioned in your last
Have long since gone to rest—
Where no dark cloud nor withering Mart
Can their long sleep molest-!
Their fate demands no bitter tear,
So long they’ve lain asleep—
Then would you, Leon, have me there
Bend low my knee and weep *
Methouglit ’twere better far to raise
A song of triumph there,
And lot my lips there virtues praise,
Than drop a sorrowing tear.
Methouglit that you had surely found,
Some new and fresh-heaped grave,
Where death in cruel chains had bound
Thy much lamented brave.
You said, “Bend low ! —the Nation’s heart
Is NOW convulsed with woe” ;
By this methouglit death's cruel dart
Had laid another low.
No Washington lias lately died,
No Marion nor Wayne —
For these bleeds not our country’s side,
Nor for them feels the pain.
Then these could not thy heroes he,
If so, thy verses he;
Hence, Leon, where thy hero free
Doth lie I’ve yet to spy.
Then tell me, for ’tis wrong to keep
His name as you have kept—
Better to weep o'er him than weep
O'er those that long have slept.
CASTILE.
Covington, March 30th, 1859.
For the Upson Pilot.
Manufacturing.
Col. Miller: 1 promised in a former
communication to continue the subject of
manufacturing. I now proceed, briefly, to
do so.
In Middle Georgia the lands are worn
out, negroes are high, and we have to com
pete with the West in cotton-making. We
can’t successfully compete with the West.
This is an axiom, and needs no further
comment. But our water power is cheap
and abundant, white labor is cheap, mar
kets and railroads are convenient, the raw
material can be bought directly of the pro
ducer, and the demand for the fabric is
daily increasing. What, then, is there to
hinder the successful manufacture of cot
ton ? Nothing, indeed, but want of skill
ful management. Some factories have
proved a failure : so, indeed, have some
merchants failed, some farmers, some doc- i
tors and lawyers, some railroads, some
banks, all for want of proper skill. Other
factories have in the meantime made mon
ey, other farmers have grown rich, other
banks and railroads have been successful,
with proper management. I shall bring
some proof to the point : There is the Flint
River Factory, now netting, I am told, 20
per cent. Gan any former show such re
sults ? And this is simply the result of
good management. Gol. Swift has been a
successful manufacturer for several years.
Thus far I have been practical, now let
us do a little fancy work.
Georgia has invested millions success
fully in railroads. {Suppose now that Geor
gia should employ live millions in cotton
manufacturing. We would consume near
ly one hundred thousand bales of cotton,
at an employment of ten thousand opera
tives. These operatives would be drawn
either from the North or from cotton-mak
ing South, and these millions would be
drawn from the negro market to this other
investment. Suppose then that our fifteen
Southern States, instead of prating disu
nion, should employ one hundred millions
in cotton manufacturing, what would be
the result ? We should consume fifteen
thousand bales of cotton, we should em
ploy one hundred and fifty thousand oper
atives, from the North probably, which
would strengthen us tenfold that political
ly. Negroes wouldn’t be so high, but
would be equally as profitable, and proba
bly more, for this one hundred millions
would be drawn to a great extent from cot
ton-making. This would be what the
South so much needs—a division of labor
and capital. The negro would not be the
standard of value as they are now. Every
man, then, could buy a negro who was able.
The thousand other advantages incidental
to this we hav'nt time now to enter upon.
Every man then in the South would be in
terested in slavery—the operatives in the
mills for employment, the owners for cot
ton, and the farmer would have choice of
markets both to sell and buy in. Cotton
then would certainly be king, and reign in
its national kingdom. The South would
then have the profits, first and last, of cot
ton.
Suppose, then, for this purpose, Georgia
and other States should advance five mil
lions to private companies, which compa
nies should pay fifteen per cent, per annum
for ten years to the State, at the expira
tion of which the State should have no
further claim upon them either for interest
or principal. This would be paying the
five millions back and two and a half mil
lions interest, which would make the rate
five per cent, for the whole time.
Yours truly, L.
For the Upson Pilot.
Stray Leaf 2nd.
“ Oh ! colder than the wind that freezes,
Founts that hut now in sunshine played;
Is that congealing pang which seizes,
The trusting bosom when betrayed.”
Strains of ravishing sweetness float on
the balmy breeze thrilling the soul with
ecstacy, and picturing to the delighted
fancy a type of those which How from harps
touched by angels fingers. Louder and
louder they swell from the faint whisper
ings of the mellow lute to the rich tones of
sublimest melody, till every emotion is
wrapt with indefinable pleasure. Odours,
sweet as from a bed of roses, load the air
with rarest fragrance, while flowers of eve
ry hue and nature add new beauty to the
scene.
Blooming Jesamine, twined in graceful
confusion among the leafy boughs of the
branching evergreen, modest violets scat
tered through the waving grass, blushing
roses rivaling in beauty the roseate tints
which deck the eastern sky as the orb of
day, springs from his briny couch, or the
charming blush mantling on fair woman’s
cheek, others clothed with the hue which
robes the western heavens as old Sol sinks
to rest before the approaching shades of
twilight.
The tiny dew drops, nestling on each
leaf and flower, sparkle like diamonds in
the cheering sunbeams. ’T was a scene to
ravish those who worship nature, and
funned a type almost of heaven.
A maiden, fair and beautiful as a dream
strolled through this paradise, seeming as
if wrapt in earnest meditation. Reader,
your wildest dreams of grace and elegance !
have never equalled hers. A form as light
and airy as a woodland nymph’s whose ev
ery movement betokened ease and grace.
An eye that rivalled in color, the dark blue
vault of heaven. A brow that would put
to shame the fairest marble, and ravish
earth’s most famous sculptors. “She was
like a dream of Poetry that may not be
written or told”—exceeding beautiful.
A smile of ineffable sweetness rested on
her features as she toyed witli the enamel
led jewel that clasped her chiseled linger.
Her thoughts found words. “He thinks I
love him” and as she spoke her silvery
laugh woke the surrounding echoes. “Yes,
e’en though my troth is pledged, my heart
is still my own and never shall be his.—
Tis true that genius lias stamped her sig
net on his brow, and the fires of poesy
beam in his lustrous eye, and yet I love
him not.” Reader, now let us change our
scene to the far oft city. Midnight hath
thrown her drapery o’er the sleeping world,
and all is wrapt in silence, and yet within
yonder mansion a solitary light is gleam- !
ing. A handsome youth upon whose brow
scarce twenty summers hath set their seal
gazes on a face before him. the type of
’ swine one far away, his heart was joyous
and his eye beamed with a light of ufystic
. beauty. “She cannot donbt my love” and
as he spoke, he pressed the miniature to
i his heart. “Yes, naught but death can
sever the ties which bind her to my heart.
At length exhausted with excess of joy, he
threw himself on his couch to dream of
| the absent Carrie. A roseate flood of light
now swims the eastern sky, as the King of
day springs from off his briny couch, his
earliest beams creep through the latticed
window and kiss our youthful heroes cheek
A ringing of the bell below wousee him
from his dreamy slumbers. Hastening
down he meets the Post Boy, bearing la
his hand a white winged messenger; pleas
urable emotions throng about his heart,
causing it to bound with unwonted quick
ness. The door is closed, nimbly he springs
up to his chamber and opens the letter
which bis heart tells him is from her of
whom he dreamed last night.
’Tis opened ; a ring drops from out the
missive which his eye recognizes as the one
which bound her faith to his. lie reads’
and oh ! what an expression of agony rests
upon his noble features, as its contents are
carved upon bis heart as with a pen of
iron.
’T is finished ; and as it drops from his
trembling hand, the chords which string
the harps of Hope are cut, and all is dark
ness and desolation. A year has passed
and now* a thousand lights are burning
within yon mansion where dw ells the beau
teous Carrie W , throwing a halo of
glory about the sculptured walls, and
wreathing all with an oriental magnifi
cence. Music, sweet as from an invisible
choir of angels, swells the evening zephyr.
Now all is hushed, as the reverend minis
ter speaks those words which bind two
lives, if not two hearts together. ”f is o’er
and now the blushing bride is wreathed
with smiles of seeming happiness, while a
still small voice is whispering to her heart,
of someone far away. Her face glowed
with sad, yet angelic sweetness. And now
reader accompany us across the world of
waters, to a distant clime. On a tented
field urged on by strains of martial music,
the steel clad hosts rush on to battle. In
voluntarily our eye is fixed on yonder dar
ing youth, whose prancing war steed bears
him into the thickest of the danger. But
now a ball has struck him, he staggers and
falls, a youthful martyr to the alluring
smiles of woman. Sleep on thou noble
youth, and though thy grave is on a for
eign shore, there’s many a heart that
mourns thee still, and remembers thy many
virtues and in that day when the archan
gels trump shall sound the end of time,
thou shalt rise, clothed with a heavenly
radiance prepared to roam the mansions of
the blessed. LEON
Emory College.
Steamer Augusta Burned— Loss or
Life. — We announced very briefly in our
evening edition of yesterday the destruc
tion of the steamboat Augusta, by fire, on
the Savannah river, about forty miles be
low* this city.
The Augusta left here, at half past four
o’clock on Friday evening last, and was on
her way to Savannah, with a very valua
ble cargo, consisting of some 780 bales of
cotton, 535 barrels of flour, a lot of bran,
and other articles.
About eleven o’clock p. m., while laid
up at Eagle Point, tire was discovered in
some cotton in the forepart of the boat.—
The progress of the fire was iapid, and the
boat was soon in flames. Most
of the hands werdtasleep at the time, and
it was with great ilifficulty that Capt. Fra
ser, or any of those on board, could bi
saved.
Mr. Henry Day, the first engineer,
drowned; and three negro men were also
lost —two of them drowned, and one (the
cook) probably burned. The negroes are
Willis, belonging to Capt. Fraser; Will
Turner, belonging to Dr. Turner; and
Wm, Cullibank, belonging to Mr. Anslev,
all of this city.
The boat was burned to the water’s edge,
and, with the cargo, is a total loss.
have been informed that the cotton was
insured, a portion in New York, and a
portion in Boston; and the flour in this
city; hut there was no insurance on the
boat, —Augusta Constitutionalist , 3d.
Meeting of the Cabinet.—Washing*
ton, April I.—The Cabinet w*as in session
to-day, in regard to Nicaraguan affairs.
It is understood that Lord Ouseley’s di
plomacy there will be severely scrutinised.
The government here is in doubt as to
the truth of the report that Gen. Miranion
has sold Tehuantepec, but will not h% sur
prised if the next steamer brings confirma
tory intelligence of it.
If true, our government will take strong
ground against it, and will probably re
assemble Congress to consider the matter.
“W ar Rumors. —Washington, April 1.
—The result of all inquiries here tend to
disprove any statement that information
has been received here in official quarters,
that war has commenced in Europe.
The official advices, however, of all our
European embassies, concur in the belief |
that war in Europe is inevitable.
Fears for the Safety of Lord Lf*
—Washington, April 1. —Serious ap
prehensions are entertained here as to
safety of the English frigate Curocoa.*"* j
Lord Lyons, the recently appointed Eng* I
lisli Minister to the United States, is * j
passenger. The frigate has now been ** I
sea thirty-seven days.