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UPSON PILOT.
0. A. MILLER, - - - - - Editor.
THOM ASTON :
Saturday Morning, August 13, 1859,
FOR GOVERNOR.
OoL WARREN AIKEN,
OF CASS COUNTY.
THIRD DISTRICT.
FOR CONGRESS,
THOS. HARDEMAN, Jr.,
OF MACON.
For the Legislature-—I psoii County.
SENATE— EDWARD A. FLEWELLEN.
HOUSE-WM. G. HORSLEY.
Opposition State Convention.
• We have just returned from the State
Convention •which assembled in Atlanta on
Wednesday last. The Convention was prob
ably the largest ever held in the State, num
bering about a thousand delegates, many
of whom are among our most talented and
influential citizens. We have now only
space to say that the late Macon platform
was unanimously adopted without altera
tion, and the Hon. Warren Aiken, of Cass
county, nominated for Governor by accla
mation. Mr. Aiken is a self-made man, of
unexceptionable private character, and as
well booked up in relation to the State Road
as any gentleman in the State.
We shall place the official proceedings
before our readers in our next issue.
Ttaos. Hardeman's Appointments.
W e are authorized to say that the Op- !
position candidate for Congress in this
District, will address the people of Talbot
county at Talbotton, on Saturday August
20th ; at Zebulon, August 23d.
Warren Aiken and Poor Young Men.
We learn from the Cassville Standard,
(a Democratic paper,) that the Hon. War
ren Aiken, the Opposition candidate for
Governor of Georgia, has succeeded in
raising a fund of ten thousand dollars for
the education of poor young men in the
Cassville Male College. He now proposes
to raise the sum of twenty thousand dol
lars in addition to the above, for the edu
cation of poor young ladies in the Female
College, of which sum he will give one
thousand.
The man who thus works for the poor,
was once a poor ragged hoy himself. Born
in the county of Elbert of humbl
age, he learned to read, write and cypher
ftt an old field school. We next hear of
him digging for gold iti Lumpkin county,
where he accumulated enough to buy a
few law hooks and clothes to hide his na
kedness. He went to Cass county, read
law alone, started up the hill of life, and
is now, candidate for Governor of the Em
pire State of Georgia. In the midst of his
success however, he has not forgotten his
early struggles ; and hence he is the friend
of the poor young hoys and girls of his na
tive State.
Absent.
The editor of the Pilot has been absent
this week as a delegate to the adjourned
Opposition Convention at Atlanta. We
hope, therefore, all errors both of omission
and commission, (if any there be in this
isane,); will he overlooked or excused.
Large Sweet Potatoes.
We return our thanks to 11. B. Mabry,
Esq., for several sweet potatoes weighing
each, one pound. Hurra for Upson!
Trout llon*c.
This House, now under the control of
Mrs. Boyd, assisted by Maj. Wiley and Dr.
T. J. Corpening, still sustains its reputa
tion as one of the best hotels in the State.
Notwithstanding it was crowded with
guests in attendance on the Supreme Court,
the Masonic Festival, the Internal Im
provement and Political Conventions, dur
ing the worst weather, we heard no com
plaint, but every one was pleased with the
attention and comforts afforded hv this
excellent House.
He that knows useful things, and not
be that knows many things. i<? the wise man.
Wine and Cake.
We return our most sincere thanks to
Mrs. Webb of the “Webb House” for a
treat of cake and domestic wine. The
“devil” thinks such presents are too good
for Saints, to say nothing about devils, prin
ters and editors. He thinks those who
are not fond of cakes and wine should by
all means never indulge ; but-as for him
and his, if cake and wine are in his wav, he
will never like the Priest and Levite pass
them on “the other side”—for “to enjoy is
to obey.”
Our Poetical Correspondents.
We are rather crowded at this time with
poetical effusions. Our correspondents
must imitate the Godlike patience of Job,
and “ wait lor the wagon.” We wish, too,
they would seek to imitate the writer of
the Book of Job in other particulars. That
writer had a true poet’s eye, although it
never rolled in a “ fine frenzy ” to find a
similarity in sound between doves and loves
—hearts and darts. He was no laborious
versifier. His was the spontaneous inspi
ration of a mind full of its subject. God
gave him the key to nature's secrets, and
in simple language he transcribed her sub
lime revealments. He scanned the path
that even the vulture’s eye had not seen,
and noted the hidden foolishness of the
ostrich. His ear was alike open to the
whispering wind, —the minstrelsy of
insects and birds, and the roar of the ocean
when its bosom wildly pulsates beneath the
lashings of the storm. The blush of the
flower—the rainbows hue—the lightnings
flash and the thunder’s crash were, how
ever, subordinate to that grander and re
splendent poetry which taught him amid
all his severe trials and afflictions that
humbled as he was, he was still a tiling of
j immortality and the creature of a just and
| benevolent Creator.
Too many of our writers, and especially
our would-be poets, are imitators—mere
retailers of dead men’s brains. A rough
original is better than a polished copy. We
hope some of our poetical correspondents
will bear in mind the Latin motto, “ Poeta
I nascitur, non jit ;” which, broadly trans
lated, means :
“ A man can no more make himself a poet,
Than can a sheep, make itself a go-at.”
“Yankee Editors” and Democracy.
A correspondent of the Columbus Times
lately pitched into the Editors of the Fed
eral Union, Macon Telegraph and Y. of
the Atlanta Intelligencer bestowing ujion
them such endearing names as “vipers”
and calling them by way of compliment
“wolves in sheeps clothing” Such lan
guage and sentiment is a fair example of
locofoco insolence and proscription. Ver
mont of the Intelligencer fires away at De
mocratic Virginia after the following
style :
“ Where has the slavery interest of the
South materially suffered at the hands of
“Yankees” as “secret enemies ?” Let us
look at this slavery matter a little in the
light of history. Whence came the move
ment that repealed the Slave trade and
thus put a ban upon slavery itself? From
Virginia ilio “Confederacy's” native State.
W hence issued the ordinance of 1787 which
gave up the great North-west to freedom ?
From Virginia, the Confederacy’s native
State. Whence issued the Author of the
odious and unconstitutional Missouri com
promise of 1820 ? From Virginia, the
Confederacy’s native State. Whence is
sued the Anti-Texas candidate for the
Presidency, who would have deprived if he
could of that vast and invaluable empire
as an outlet for slavery ? From Virginia
th.e Confederacy’s native State. Whence
originated the author and chief man in
adopting the unjust compromises of 1850?
From Virginia, the Confederacy’s native
State. Who reported the “Conference
bill” which the Confederacy calls a “cheat,
a swindle and a fraud ?” All Southern
men but one and among them the “Con
federacy’s” candidate for the next Presi
dency and a Senator from Virginia, the
“'Confederacy’s native State. The “ Yan
kee” never would have harmed the South,
had the South been united and true to her
self ?
“V. of Vermont” is not ashamed of his
birthplace. Virginia we think, commences
with a V. and there the resemblance of
the two words ends. If there is anything
in a name, (and some say there is,) give us
Vermont. The one, in admiration of na
ture, took its name from the Green Moun
tains in preference to a British title. The
Other named itself from a British Queen.
Besides, the sons of Vermont, unlike the
sons of Virginia, if the Confederacy is a
fair sample, have independence, to think
for themselves after they have left their
mother’s leading-strings, and tear away the
prejudices of education” when truth and
right require it, and like the Green old
Mountains from which they sprang, stand
firm to the convictions of duty, though it
be necessary to modify the “warp and
bias” of the parental roof. The “Confeder
acy” hates “Yankees” so hard we don’t
see how it can afford to work in a party
where oneean be found. The Confederacy is
a “had exponent of Southern sentiment.”
THE UPSON PILOT. SATURDAY MORNING, AUGUST 13, 1859.
Democratic Duplicity.
But this is not all nor the worst.
party as an organization, through its lea<i- j
ers, has been guiltyot more acts of treach- !
ery and bad faith to the South than all
other parties. In 1856 that party urged
us to elect Mr. Buchanan as our only hope.
The people— Southern people—elected him.
Now who of them dare support him —how
many of them abuse him ? And yet the
foundation of all his wrongs has been in
administering the Government to keep up
his party! In 1857 we were told the only
way to secure the rights of the South was
to elect Democrats, and give a Democratic
President a Democratic Congress. The
people did so. What is the result ? The
English Bill ! That degradation of legis
lation, anl abomination of hypocrisy ! It
was devised, perfected and made a law by
the Democracy ; and the Southern leaders
themselves admit the bill was wrong —a
trick—and a sacrifice of Southern rights !
Then why did those Southern guardians
pass it ? Will the honest people hear the
reason—will they ponder it as honest men
and not as partizans? Democrats therrf
selves have given us the reason. They say
it wtis necessary to p>ass the bill in order
to save the Democratic party! That is,
the party that was elected to save the
South, sacrificed the South to save the
party! During the canvass the cry was,
elect us and save the South ! After the
election and the work was done, the cry
was, we sacrificed the South to save us!
And now (can even gullibility itself credit?)
this same party is calling to the people
again “ elect us and save the South 1” Was
ever wrong so mean, or impudence so bare
faced ?— Extract from the Letter of Hon.
B. H. Hill to J. Id. Harris, of Ala.
The above extract from Mr. Hill’s letter
is a terse description of the treachery of
Democratic leaders as exhibited upon the
passage of the English hill. They first
elect Buchanan to “ save the South,” and
then sacrifice the South to save “ his ad
ministration and the Democratic party of
the North.”
Gen. Henderson, whose letter we publish
below in confirmation of Mr. Hill’s letter,
was a native of Lincoln county, North
Carolina. He was a State Rights Demo
crat of the straitest sect. He was Attor
ney General, Secretary of State and Minis
ter to England and France under the Re
public of Texas. He was afterwards Gov
ernor of the State, and late United States
Senator from the State of Texas.
If the Southern public, says the Mont
gomery Mail, knew all the private history
of the infamous compromise conference
bill it would loathe the Administration
which begat it, and those Southern men
who allowed themselves to he made its
sponsors. That it was a nauseous dose to
many of them, there'is no doubt ; but we
are unable to state the various degrees of
loathing with which members regarded it.
It is known, however, that the late Senator
Henderson, of Texas, made a desperate
effort to escape the ignominy of that vote,
which the Auburn platform does not con
demn in Mr. Dowdell. The gallant Tex
ian never gave way, until Mr. Buchanan
appealed to him to “save his Administra
tion.” The Administration was saved, as
far as this treacherous vote could save it,
but the rights of the South were most tn
gloriously lost.
Here is General Henderson’s letter :
Philadelphia, May 2, 1858.
Major John Marshall—
My I> ter# fJii . I left W asliington Uity
on day before yesterday evening just after
the final passage of the Kansas compromise
bill. I did not vote on the bill at its pas
sage.
On the morning of the day the hill finally
passed, the President sent for me, and made
such an earnest and strong appeal to me
to vote for the hill, and aid in saving his
administration and the Democratic party
of the North, as to induce me to leave the
Senate Chamber, and not vote at all ; as 1
•would have felt bound to vote against the
bill if I had voted. * * * We are an
unfortunate people ; and when we will he
able to present the question in a shape to
unite the majority of our people iu stand
ing by their rights, is hard to foresee.
Yours, very truly, Henderson.
A Letter from President Buchanan—He
Declines the Candidacy For a .Second
Term.
Pittsburg, July 30.
The subjoined letter from President Bu
chanan was received this morning by the
Hon. Wilson McCandless :
Bedford Springs, July 25th.
My Dear Sir : I have received your kind
note of the 19th iust., together with the
leader from the Post. Whilst I appreciate,
as it deserves, the ability and friendship
displayed in that editorial, I yet regret
that it has been published. My determin
ation not, under any circumstances, to be
come a candidate for re-election, is final
and conclusive. My best judgment and
strong inclination unite in favor of this
course. To cast doubts upon my pre-de
termined purpose is calculated to impair
my influence in carrying out important
measures, and affords a pretext for saying,
that these [measures] have been dictated
by a desire to be re-nominated. With
kindest regards, Ac. .
Respectfullv, your friend.
JAMES BUCHANAN.
Traits of character which you seek to
conceal you had much better seek to re
form.
For the Upson Pilot.
THE SPOT I LOVE.
There is a spot beloved by me,
O'er all the world beside.
A spot from every sorrow free,
Cares cannot there abide.
Tis there my soul can feast upon
Love’s most delicious sweets,
Nor thinks of honors to be won
In this world's busy streets.
’Tis there I breathe the breath of loto,
And life is all a zest;
While earth below and heaven above,
Conspire to make me blest.
There, too, soft strains of music greet
My charmed, enraptured ears —
That spot so dear, that loved retreat,
No note of discord hears.
A soothing sweetness fills the air,
The zephyrs gently move;
No wild-wood breeze e’er passes there,
But breathes a tale of love.
In that dear spot the fleeting hours,
ynnotieed pass me bv;
And moments spent ’mid Eden’s bowers,
Could not more quickly fly.
0! could I ever on that spot
Repose my form while here,
How blest, how sweet would be my lot,
On this terrestrial sphere!
But, ah! I've lived and proved ’tis true.
That “ man was made to mourn
Scarce one bright spot our eyes can view,
Ere nignt is o’er us borne.
In pleasures we may revel now,
And ere another hour,
Those joys soon gone, our hearts must bow
In pain, while dark clouds lower.
Thus dark and gloomy ’tis to me,
When from that spot I roam;
For that dear spot I claim to be,
My sad heart’s only home.
Whatever be the skies that greet,
Or sun that shines above—
That spot of all on earth most sweet,
Is by the one I love.
July 23rd, 1859. CASTILE.
For the Upson Pilot.
Wayside Sketches.
BY A LEAD PENCIL.
Here lam comfortably seated on the
loftiest point of old Kennesaw, in a cool
shadied spot fanned by summer winds, and
warmly welcomed by a merry little troop
of Humming birds “that seem perfectly at
home among the mountain flowers. How
beautiful the scenery around me ! Yon
der in the distance scarcely distinct from
the pale sky, is the Blue Ridge, while be
tween it and us are lesser mountains, oc
casionally interspersed with white villages
which gleam in the sunshine like a lake of
silver. Immediately in front and seeming
like a vigilant sentinel over the wide for
ests and streams is the Stone Mountain,
its broad granite brow solitary and alone.
How much grandeur and sublimity clus
ter around its summit, and yet how calm
ly still it stands, as if Clod had placed it
silently there as a monument of reverence
and awe !
Marietta from here reminds me of a qui
et city in the “valley of repose,” under the
spreading wings of health and peace, and
the surrounding scenery is so varied, that
fancy can even paint the white walls of a
stately mansion in dear old Upson, over
which many hallowed associations are
clustering. I see it at twilight when the
voices of Nature are hushed to sleep, and
loved forms are together on the latticed
balcony, happy in each other’s affection
and desiring no gilded palace, no showy
shrine in which to treasure their heart’s
love. My country Home ! Around thee is
wreathed'a simple gciiinnci of Lovo, Hap
piness and quiet content while fragrant,
still preserving its rural beauty though
surrounded by the dazzling light of splen
dor and magnificence. There the sun’s
clear rays first beamed on my sight, and
whether the future may be teeming with
happiness or clouded by care, my spirit
shall ever turn with the deepest, purest
affections to my childhood’s home.
We are very quiet up here now, the
wild and joyous shouts of laughter indul
ged in while climbing the rocky steep,
have given place to sober thought too still
and deep for words, and my heart is tilled
with thrilling emotions which cannot be
penned. Oh! I should love a mountain
home where the soul is kept in an elevated
sphere, an etherial atmosphere above earth
and immediately below heaven, untainted
by the breath of vanity and deceit. Here
Nature’s God seems nearer, and Heaven’s
fairest angels on snowy pinions are flitting
by almost touching my brow, and purify
ing with their holy influence each hidden
crag until all seems a Paradise on earth.
I would willingly scale a mountain’s
height each day in the week, if such hap
py thoughts and feelings as at present fill
my soul could live there forever, but earth
ly skies however fair are sometimes ob
scured by the dark clouds of unhappiness.
Bright anticipations and rosy dreams of
bliss fade away into the misty wreaths of
shadowy realities, and life itself grows wea
ry of the sordid pleasures around it, though
such reflections must be ended, paper and
pencil cast aside, and all romance thrown
away for I hear my companions calling me
below to assist iu arranging our frugal
meal.
Quite a change from sentiment and po
etry, though I dare say the poets of our
party as well as others, will do ample jus
tice to the tempting viands and delicious
fruit with which the snowy cloth is covered.
Once again the rocks echo with the
sound of laughing voices and youthful en- i
thusiasm, and one of our company thinks
there is something more inspiring iu the
large red watermelon whose slices form a
beautiful centre piece for the table, than
in the mountain scenery. It is certainly
the nicest we have seen up the country,
though all the fruit is injured here and
cannot be compared to ours farther down.
Dinner is over, and again we have each
sought a quiet seat and one would think
us quite a literary party as some are read
ing, some writing and others sketching the
mountains around us.
As mine are sketches on the wayside, I
must picture to you while up here my vis
it to Emory College, Atlanta and Mariet
ta, that is if I can place the lights and
shadows in their proper places with a rough
stone easel and a broken pointed pencil.
How many bright smiles and kind faces
greeted us on our arrival at Oxford, and
how many pleasant memories thronged
around us when they clasped our hands
in friendly welcome ! And Emory is very
much as I had imagined, its tall and beau
tiful buildings almost hidden by the dark
groves which surround it like so many gi
ant friends, that stand there all summer to
shut out tlie sun’s heated rays. Truly it
may be called “the home of Poesy,” and
I could not wonder that the students
should so frequently invoke the muses
while reclining under those shadowy oaks.
AYe visited the halls of both Literary
Societies, and think the members deserve
great credit, for the taste displayed in their
arrangement, and the ported order in
which they are kept. They have splendid
libraries in each, and many a quaint vol
ume which it would be a rare treat to pe
ruse.
The exhibitions of each class we attend
ed, and while listening with attentive ear
to the thrilling tones of eloquence, these i
proverbial lines of Tapper were recalled, i
where he says
“Behold what fire is in his eye, what fervor on his
cheek,
That glorious burst of winged words, how bound they
from hi* tongue,
The full expression of mighty thought, the strong tri
umphant argument,
The nice analogy, the clenching fact, the metaphor
bold and free,
But bold the multitude as one, breathing in measured
cadence,
And kindle a thousand hearts with consecrated fire!”
It would require a more able and expe
rienced pen than mine to eulogize separate
ly, the many interesting addresses there
listened to,* but they evidently were ideas
ing to all, for Flora’s rarest offerings,
bursts of applause, and encouraging smiles
were showered on the speakers in no spill
ing way, and no doubt the donors were
fully compensated in the graceful hows
which silently expressed their thankful
ness.
Our visit to Oxford and the acquaint
ances formed there, will ever be kindly and
pleasantly remembered. After leaving that
lovely village, we spent a few days at a de
lightful country seat near Covington with
; a merry fun-loving schoolmaster, and it
seemed while there .as if our wild and joy
ous, school days had returned. A large
casket of warm hearts we met there, and
it reminds one so much of the old English
homes we read of, where all is kindness,
hospitality and love combined. With re
i gret we left the dear friends of Newton
j and a few hours on the iron steed bore us
|to Atlanta, and there we realized that
friendship is not all a name, hut actually
dwells in the hidden chambers of some
hearts, shedding around them an eternal
light of kindness.
While in the “central city” we had a
pleasant l ido out to the Bolling Mills,
Medical College, Mineral Spring and oth
er places of interest, and were honored by
a visit from the talented editor of anew
paper recently established thoro, the “Med
ical and Literary Weekly, which promises
to he quite interesting, as a large list of
popular writers are already engaged ns
regular contributors. Southern literature
is rapidly improving, and our own little
State is fast gaining the ascendency, for !
where can be found brighter intellects, and
refined souls more keenly susceptible to j
the beautiful, than we have in Georgia ?
This “week we readied Marietta tlie beau
tiful city so dearly loved in my childhood,
and again it seems I am but a child skip
ping over the green turf that caipeted the
old school-yard, and chanting the same old
songs that were wont to echo there, but
where are the light forms, the soft eyes and
golden curls on which my eyes loved to
linger ? Only two weeks ago they buried
one of them, a gentle dark eyed Annie,
whom I had fondly hoped to meet in my
summer rambles, but
They tell me that the gentle words which lingered on
her tongue,
Like pearly dew on roses round which mirth and glad
ness clung,
Have hushed their silvery whisperings, that they are
silent now,
And the cold unfeeling hand of Death Is placed upon
thy brow !
But oli! I cannot see her thus, and near me still in
dreams
Comes a fairy form of minstrelsy round which a halo
gleams,
And the joyous laugh of childhood is ringing on the
air
As on the shadowed playing ground we greeted Annie
there.
Here I could willingly sit for hours aud
muse on days that are past, but the
lengthening shadows warn us thut soon
we must leave this delightful scene of en
chantment and inspiration.
On the summer breeze I place this sim
ple mountain sketch, entwined by a wreath
of kind wishes, and send it flying through
realms of space to your quiet little Sanc
tum. there hoping that the dark spots and
hard lines may be attributed to leant of
experience and not of heart.
Why does a dog wag his tail when he is
pleased ? Because he has a tail to wag.
[Communicated
Talbot Young Gentlemen and
Chalybeate Spring*.
A meeting of the young men of Talbot,
ton being called to-day, a large number
assembled at the appointed hour. Tlie
meeting was organized by calling Jay }j
Weeks to the Chair, and the appointment
of James Gardner as Secretary. The Chair
man, after reading the communication from
Chalybeate Springs, which appeared in a
late issue of the Daily Enquirer, explained
that the object of the meeting was to take
action in behalf of the young men of Tab
bottom in reference to said communication.
A motion was made and carried, that a
committee of four he appointed to draft
resolutions expressing the feelings of the
meeting. The Chairman appointed Messrs
Hicks, Davie, Little and Miller, on said
committee ; who, after retiring for a short
time, returned and reported the following
preamble and resolutions, which were unan
imously adopted :
Whereas, We learn from a communi
cation in the Daily Enquirer, “ that but
one thing is lacking at the Chalybeate
Springs to make life sparkling and spicy,”
namely, a greater supply of young gentle
men ; and that “the young ladies are sweet,
pretty*, sociable, and, under the circum
stances, exceedingly amiable ; ’ therefore,
resolved —
Ist.’ That the Chalybeate Springs is s
glorious institution ; that its breezes, its
baths, its beauties, and more than all, its
ladies, render it the happiest of terrestrial
abodes.
dissolved 2nd. That a visit there would
he highly conducive alike to health and
pleasure.
dissolved 3rd. That we fully appreciate
its attractions ; that we pine to he thereto
quaff its healing waters, to partake of the
sumptuous viands spread before its guests,
“’to see its bright eyes, hearitssweet voices,”
and, oh ! vision of extacy, “ to find a true
and loving wife.” That we fiml it impos
sible to attend in a body, wherefore, we
appoint the following gentlemen delegates
to represent us :
A. I\ Wimberlv, J. W. Robbins, John
H. S wenringen, M. W. Harvey, Augustus
Little. R. L. Worrill, Geo. AY. Stallings,
T. B. Daniel, E. L. Callier.
dissolved 4th. That the delegates from
this meeting be instructed to devote them
selves exclusively to the comfort and con
venience ot'the ]adws, and that they lay
aside every consideration of self, except so
far as regards their personal appearance.
dissolved sth, That we earnestly adtis
every “ can’t-get-away-club ” to send up a
delegation.
dissolved Gib, That when we cease to
advocate such a cause “ may our shadows
grow less.”
Resolved 7th, That the proceedings of
this meeting he published in the Daily
Enquirer and Upson Pilot, and all papers
friendly to the cause he requested to copy.
After (he passage of the above resolu
tions the meeting adjourned with three
cheers for Chalybeate Springs.
JAS. H. WEEKS, Ch’n.
JAMES GARDNER, Sec’v.
County Nomination*.
In Fulton, the Brown Democracy have
j nominated Col. John Collier for Senator,
and Edw. M. Taliaferro for Representative,
The Democrats of Taylor have nomina
ted Win. S. Wallace for Senator, and J.
C. McCan for Representative.
In Talbot, the Opposition have nomina
ted Judge Josiali Matthews for the Senate,
and Jona. B. McCrary and Thos. Lunsden
for the House.
Beautiful Extract. — Some fifteen
years ago Rev. John N. Mafiit, then in his
: prime, delivered a lecture which closed
I with tie* following passage :
The Phoenix, fabled bird of antiquity,
when it felt the chill advances of ages,
built its own funeral urn and fired its pyre
by means which nature’s instinct taught.
All its plumage, and its form of beauty
became ashes, but ever would rise the
young —beautiful from the urn of death,
and chambers of decay would the fledge
ling come, with its eyes turned towards the
sun, and essaying its dark velvet wingSj
sprinkled with gold and fringed with sil
ver, on the balmy air, raising a little high
er, until at length, in the full confidence
of flight, it gives a cry of joy, and soon be
comes a glittering speck in the deep bosom
of theaerial ocean, a lovely voyager of earth,
bound on its heavenward journey to the
sun !
So rises the spirit bird from the ruins of
the body, the funeral urn which its maker
built, and death fires. So towers away to
its home in the elements of spirituality
the intellectual Phoenix, to dip its proud
wings in the fountain of eternal bliss.
So shall dear, precious humanity, s ur *
vive from the ashes of a burning world.— I
So beautiful shall the unchangeable soul
soar within the disc of Eternity’s great
minary, with undazzled eye and unscorch
ed wings—the Phoenix of immortality
taken to its rainbow home, and cradled ofi
the heating bosom of eternal love.
The curious effects of a sprain are reh‘
ted by the Springfield Republican,
says, “ a young domestic in a family ia
this city complained a few nights sjncej
having sprained her ancle, and said
injury had struck to her stomach. L at l
in the evening the appearance of two hj.
ancles solved the mystery, to the astorm ,
gaze of the family with whom she h’ ■
The New York Herald vary aptly call:
Rock the Blarney Stone of America.”