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OJ-. A. Miller, ----- Eclitoi*.
THOM ASTON, GEORGIA:
Saturday Morning, May 19,1860-
Extract from Senator Iverson’s Speech
at Griffin.
“The loss of Kansas to the South ‘was the legitimate
and inevitable fruit of the ‘squatter sovereignty’ ele
ments of the Kansas-Nebraska bill, os construed and
enforced by its Northern authors and friends .”
Constitutional Union Nominations.
FOR PRESIDENT,
JOHN BELL,
OF TENNESSEE.
VICE-PRESIDENT,
EDWARD EVERETT,
. OF MASSACHUSETTS.
The Constitution of the Country,
The Union of the States, and
The Enforcement of the’ Laws.
WHERE IS TALBOT ?
More titan a week ago, we had exhibit
ed to us a stalk of corn 7 1-2 feethighand
also a stalk of cotton 12 inches ; grown on
the plantation of Henry Freeman Esq., near
“The Rock” in this county. Where is
Talbot ? Where is “Uncle John” and
“Uncle Charles ?” We think we hear a
long echo—“we are there, or thereabouts,
sloshing around and you will hear (from us
about the time of blooms, when all hands
will—
“ Lay down the fiddle and the how,
Aud take up the shovel and the hoc.”
John Bell and Edward Everett.
Last week, we recorded the death of that
old hoary headed sinner—Democracy so
called ; this week, with unminglcd pride
and pleasure, we anuounce anew political
birth. The oue, went down to the grave
wi h sins unnumbered on its head—un
wept, unhonored, unknelled, uncoffined
and without a patriotic mourner to fling a
single flower on its bier—the other, is ush
ered into existence with the light of vir
tue, wisdom and patriotism on its infant
brows and we confidently hope it will prove
the salvation and regeneratiou of a noble
Government badly administered, and a be
loved land rent almost in twain by miser
able demagogues and still more miserable
sectional factionists. The Scythian re
joiced over the dead and wept over the
new-born infaut, let us with a purer Rev
elation, meet his philosophy half way and
rejoice both for the dead and living. Let
one grand national chorus of praise and
thanksgiving go up, that an old political
sinner is dead aud at the same moment,
that two radiant Stars beam in the East
and West directing by their gentle splen
dors all patriotic eyes to the Constitution
al cradle of Liberty.
It will be seen in another place that the
Constitutional Union Convention which
assembled at Baltimore on the 9th inst.,
have nominated John Bell and Edward
Everett for the Presidency and Vice Pres
idency of the United States. We are well
assured that this action of the Convention
will quiet the fears of many for the strength
and perpetuity of the Government and
send a thrill of hope and joy into every pa
triotic bosom throughout our broad laud.
The Lakes and “The Old Granite” States
will shout—the Gulf States will catch
up the sound aud it will be echoed louder
than thunder, from the mild Pacific to the
vexed Atlantic’s roar. We believe upon
the success of the Constitutional Union
ticke t, will depend all that is beautiful in
the theory, all that is beneficial in the prac
tice, and'all that is pure, in the principles
of our government. The seed which De
mocracy has sown broadcast over the land
will like the teeth of the Dragon spring up
armed men, or under a different culture
may still bring forth fruit hble to sustain
health and life. The sun of our liberty
and happiness as a nation will continue to
shed light and heat upon the world or go
dowu below the horizon, veiled in blood
and darkucss and with the sound of an
earthquake and the roar of a tempest.
We have faith in the virtue and intelli
gence of the people when properly aroused.
We hope wo do not overvalue the conserv
ative strength of the country. Wc know
with energy and caution that John Bell
aud Edward Everett cau be elected. The
beauty of their whole lives will be a stand
ing r*huke to all party lies aud slandere.
They will be remembered with gratitude
aud affection, long after their traducere
hair have gone dowu to the grave, “un
wept, unhosKwed aud unsung.” They haw
both stamped their names so high, aud so
deep, upon the pillars of their country’s
glory and history, that bo fraud or violence
will ever be able to expunge the record.—-
So long as pure morals, heroic courage, el
evated statesmanship aDd distinguished
talents and services shall be appreciated
and respected, the name of the noble Tenn
esseean can never die, and whilst the fame
of the “Father of his Country” fills the
earth and bis illustrious character is known
and revered as well in the tents of the wild
Arab as in European Courts, the Orator,
the Statesman and Writer of Massachu
setts, will be associated closely with the
Warrior, the Patriot and Sage. Yes,
Bunker-Hill may be forgotten, Indepen
dence Hall become an unknown spot, and
the name of Yorktown be lost to tradition,
still Mount Yernon will live, and the bay
of the living Scholar, forever continue to
intermingle with the cypress of the dead
Hero—the ei?ei*-greens of the inspired pen,
be inseparably twined around a sword,
never tarnished by cruelty and tyranny. —
Both will be watered with the tears of
Genius and the Haters of Tyrants, un
til we have not public or private virtue
and intelligence enough to vindicate the
Constitution from all assaults and when
at last we will experience in grief (too deep
for utterance) that we have no country to
love, to honor or protect. May we, as oth
er nations have, never realize :
“A thousand years, scarce serve to form a State —
An hour, may lay it in the dust.”
“When necessary!”
The report of the Bolters at Charleston
declares “that Congress should afford pro
tection to slavery—“ when necessary .”’
This reminds us of a fellow named Bill
Huggins who once executed a note in the
usual form and added “Huggins is not to
be hurried ” Bill thought this “exclusion
of a conclusion” as Lord Coke says, would
in the last resort, save his bacon, but he
was shortly seen with his coat tail sticking
out straight, and a sheriff close on his heels
—considerably “ hurried !” We soon ex
pect to see the Bolters with straight coat
tails considerably “hurried” on their way
to Baltimore “when necessary” to save the
South.
Bell and Everett Nominated !
Hon John Bell, of Tennessee, and Hon.
Edward Everett, of Massachusetts, are the
nominations for President and Vice # Presi- ;
dent of the Uuited States by the Opposi- I
tion Convention recently assembled at
Baltimore. These gentlemen Jhave seen
service aud both are distinguished. But!
we do not know two men whose records i
are more objectionable. Bell has been ac- I
ting with J udge Douglas up to the present
moment, aud some of the “freedom” spee- j
dies of Everett will do for Southern circu
lation.—Columbus Times.
If Bell and Douglas are together, then
according to reason both their records are
equally objectionable; and the Times etill,
would support Douglas to-morrow if he is
nominated. But Douglas and Bell never
have acted together except they both knew
(what now all know) that the Lecompton
Constitution was a fraud, and would the i
Times make its readers believe that “Sou
thern rights and Southern honor” demand
a prop from fraud, perjury and swindling ? ,
If oligarchy stares us in the face—as it
does most indisputably—we should cast
anchor, measure our ground, plant our
stakes and say how far we intend to march
before we will pitch our tents, or how far
we intend to let our aggressors come, be
fore we give battle. —Atlanta Locomotive.
Cast anchor and measure ground ! In
other words you will plant one foot on the
sea, and one foot on the land. A tolerably
good position for an independent, literary
and temperance paper. If the land can
not hide the stare of oligarchy, we suppose
the Locomotive will just pull up stakes,
take water aud “give battle !”
resolution, providing for an ex- j
pedition to observe tho total eclipse of the
sun in July, was offered in the United
States Senate on the Bth, and after ineffec
tual opposition on the part of a Georgia
Senator, was passed by a large majority.—
Exchange.
We wonder if that “Georgia Senator” ,
would oppose the sending out an expedi
tion to search for, and gather together the
missing remains of the Democratic party.
The shoemakers say nothing has been
heard of it since the last of April, when it;
is supposed to have incontinently pegged
out. It may possibly be found swinging
to the end of Mason & Dixon’s line , or on
the top of the North pole balanced on what
is left of its head. Probably dogs and
buzzards might direct to the carcass.
The Augusta Chronicle rf* Senti
nel says the Democracy is impotent do do
| anything ; the Upson Pilot preaches its
funeral, w hile other of the opposition jour
nals are boastful and arrogant. — Colum
bvs Times.
The Upson Pilot is no Preacher, or the
sou of a Preacher, hut we really thought it
was the Rev. Mr. Hilliard who officiated
j as Parsou on that mournful occasion. Since,
however, we have learned from the Chron
icle & Sentinel that the Rev. Hon. Lucias
Quiutius Curtius Lamar, member of Con
gress, preached its funeral from the steps
of the City Hall in Charleston, about mid
night of the 30th April last, when he de
clared that “henceforth aud forever there
were two Democratic parties” —thus prov
ing at Prentice says, that a star actor, on
benefit nights, can appear very well— in
t too parts
May 12, 18t>i>.
Mr, Editor :
“JAOS,” the author of “Fannie WiD
dale or The Orphan Girl/’ being sick, re
quests me to send you this, to let you know
that he cannot send the expected continu
ance of the same this week.
Respectfully, .
We were sorry to receive the above note,
and hope our talented correspondent, will
soon be able to continue his interesting
Tale. ‘ *
For the Upson Pilot.
WaohinftM Irving.
The pelluced streamlet that meauders
its course smoothly and calmly onward is
forever whispering its soft and solemn tones,
lam passing, Oh 1 passing away. The
beautiful flower that blossoms in fragrance
beneath the genial rays of a tropical sun
utters in flushing sweetness, the sad words,
lam fading, and will pass away ere the
god of day leaves his sparkling disc in
clouds made beautiful from his own loveli
ness. Then, how truly are we incited to
exclaim, “Sic transit gloria mundi !”—
’Twas thus with Washington Irving ; he
has passed from the cares of life, and now,
in that Paradise beyond the floating skies,
“the gleams of celestial light incircle his
forehead with splendor,” His name and
immortal works will survive the tomb.—
Shall the author of the Sketch Book, “whose
magic touch dispels oblivion’s shades,” be
forgotten P —never 1 while the beauties of
English Literature are admired, and a de
sire for the sublime and beautiful is cher
ished. The Royal Poet, James the First,
of Scotland, the pride and theme of Scot
tish poets and historians, having been de
tained in captivity many years ofhisyouth,
with his many lonely hours and occasional
ly moments of visionary happiness, is de
picted to us in all the magical and charm
ing beauty that a truly poetical imagina
tion could wreathe around it.
On the evening of the 28th of Novem
ber, 1859, at his beautiful and romantic
residence, Sunny Side, he expired in his
79th year. In the quiet serenety of old
age he seems to have been exempt from
the many infirmities, depressing cares and
sorrows that usually attend the last years
of this transitory existence. Heaven seems
to have showered, in profuse abundance,
her choicest blessings around him ; and
has gilded his pathway through the realms
of science, with all that is beautiful and
lovely—all that would tend to incite him
to the attainment of those glittering crowns
and rewards that await the persisting
scholar. Though conscious that his life
was fast hastening to its close, he rested in
the assurance and complacency of mind
that his soul would be wafted on aerial
pinions to the regions of celestial licrbt and
glory.
Let us, then, cherish in our hi .;i s. w. r*
filial devotion, the memory of cum wh<> has
enriched so much the treasure of kn< iwledge,
and whose immortal works will ever be
gems of limpid thought in the library of na
tions. The scintillations of penetrating
thought, aud the corruscations of a poetic
imagination sparkle on every page ; and
the more we peruse, the more are we wont
to peruse his always welcome chapters. In
his last work, the life of Washington, he
has concentrated all his powers of thought
in immortalizing him ; and it is a work
that should held as a priceless gem to
the American youth. His works contain
“no line which dying he could wish to
blot.” His example we should endeavor ♦
emulate, and strive to obtain a wreath it
unfading flowers, and laurels of earfhly
honor.
“In classic lore, in taste refined.
Great Irving shines, a master mind ,
At Shakespeare’sfc opab, in Spain’s domains,
He binds us in his golden chains.
He tells us of the new found world,
Where freedom’s banner broad unfurls
Floated ’mid stars —a symbol bright
Os glory, ne’er to set in night.
And well his country’s charms he knew.
Grand are his pictures, strong and true,
Yet painted with so just a hand,
That like Apelles work they stand.
And calmly wore his life away,
As sits the sun at close of day;
Myriads unborn shall learn his name
And crown him with undying fame.”
No writer of English since the days of,
Addison has equalled him, and he now
stands a beacon light—a criterion, I may
say, along the walks of literature to guide
and to incite others to the same eminent
position he now occupies.
Not only when we regard Irving o a
splendid noble in English composition are
we induced to deem him with higher esteem
and admiration, but our hearts will t hrob
with joy and gladness when we can proud
ly sav, that he was an humble and devoted
Christian ; regarded everything holy and
sacred with that reverence and due respect
that ever characterizes a truly great and
noble man. For this highly commendable
virtue we should admire him the more.—
Unlike Humboldt, the distinguished Prus
sian philosopher, he knew and appreciated
. the value of the soul; and early learned to
tread, “that path which leads from nature
up to nature’s God.’* But now, the wand
ot the enchanter is broken. “He has paid
j the debt of nature”—and everything in this
terrestrial universe will tremble into non
entity before the corroding influence of
time.
“Time! Time! in thy triumphal flight
How all life’s phantoms flit away 1
f The smile of hope and young delight .
Fame's meteor bwun, and fancy's ray
They fade; and on tho heaving tide,
Rolling its Stanay waves afar,
Are borne the wreck rs human pride,
The broken wreckjof Fortunes war.”
O.D G.
A Puntob’s Wrr.-The New York Star
emita the Moving beam:
A onnroapeadrnt untered ns office and
aoeaeed tike competitor of not having punc
tuated hia ooouxHioication, when the typo
earnestly replied : “hi not a pointer—l’m
• fPttrr,**
For the Upson Piloti
Presentment of Grand fury.
MAY TE&M 1860.
We the Grand Jury, chosen for the first
week, of the May Term of Upson Superior Court,
beg leave make the following report for the
special benefit of one certain , who has
made use of uncalled for remarks, relative to :
the mental inability of this weak minded
body :
We understand that he has said, that we were
a very weak body of Jurors, all of which, we
are willing to admit; believing though at the
same time, that our body would not be mental
ly benefited, by exchanging any one of its mem
bers for the said .
It is an uncontrovcrtable fact, that where wis
dom reigns, folly cannot abide, and we have ev
er been of the opinion that the wise would not
speak of the ignorant unless, it was for their
instruction. We therefore, forgive the gentle- !
man for any assertion he has made relative to 1
our weakness, believing it originated from his
own weakness. We as friends of the gentle
man. would advise him to choose even the weak
est member of our body (not that we would
boast of mental capacity,) for his teacher that
he might learu common sense.
To conclude we will offer you the following
advice (gratuitously) to prevent you from ex
posing yourself in the future :
We pray you now a warning take,
And only give it for your sake,
When the next Jury shall come in,
Please do not stand and then begin
On their weak minds remarks to make, .
For fear offence they may all take.
For our part, we forgive the fool
Who makes himself a perfect tool;
And now friend fare you well,
I can no longer on this dwell,
And when we meet, to part no more,
Oh ! may it be ou Canaan’s shore.
The Last of Captain Charles Ar
naup De Riviere, the Gallant Zou
ave. —Among the remarkable things re
corded in Cupid's interesting ledger, the
feats of Captain Charles Arnaud De Ri
viere will not be the least prominent. We
believe no one is disposed to dispute the
gallaut Zouave’s claims to the dignity of a
first-class, full-blooded hero, whether the
foe to be demolished is surrounded with a
boundless fortress of crinoline, or only a
grim visaged Algerine, armed to the teeth
and thirsting for the deadly conflict. Capt.
De. Riviere has annihilated all such oppo
nents almost with a glance, to say nothing
of the scores of fire-eaters and bullies who
have felt to their cost his incomparable
skill and valor. Therefore it is that we,
along with every other candid person, as
sert that this gifted son of la belle France
is likely to live on the page of history as
one of Fame’s most honored children, a he
ro among men and a conqueror of senti
mental womanhood.
UDtil very lately Mars and Venus held
undisputed possession of the gallant Zou
ave; but it appears that the heat-hern god
uud goddess have been served with a sum
mary writ of ejectment by the saints, who
desire to appropriate the distinguished sol
dier for themselves. In other words, Capt.
Charles Arnaud de Riviere has joined the
( church, having “renounced the devil with
all his works and pomps,” and firmly re
solved to lead an exemplary Christian life
in the future. At the latest advices our
hero was buried in the ghostly retirement
of a Redemptorist monastery in the city of
Philadelphia, atoning in sackcloth and ash
es for past peccadilloes. The conversion
of St. Augustine, who, by the way, was al
so a soldier in his youth, was nothing to j
this of De Riviere, whose fame is as broad
as the universe itself. Only to think of it
thc gay lover of crinoline and fell destroy
er of men not only reformed, but stricken
with penitence and humility among the pi
ous Brotherhood of the Redeemer ! What
a sensation this announcement is destined
to kick up in the fashionable circles of
which the gallant Captain constituted a
shining light and ornament ! And how
harrowing it will be to contemplate the de*
spall of inumerable romantic misses, sen
timental mammas, and graminivorous wid
ows. The sad history of Vilikins and his
Dinah will be cast entirely into oblivion.
But all is not yet told. Captain Charles
De Riviere has a lawful spouse residing in
the city of Brussels, towards whom he has
played the part of truant husband. Sen
sible of his sins of omission and commis
siou in this respect, he has sought by letter
the forgiveness of his wife, and humbly
pleaded for a reunion. It is said that Mrs.
Captain De Riviere has been so moved by
i this proof of the regained affections of her
; liege lord, and so struck with the goodness
1 of heaven, that she refuses to accede to the
wishes of her husband until she shall have
spent a year in some quiet convent, engag
ed in prayer and devotion. This intention,
we believe, she has already seriously put
into practice, and in the meantime the
Captain himself will continue at his pater
and aves until the expiration of the self
imposed term of his penitential labors. Sic
transit gloria mundu de., de. — N. Y. Her
ald.
|
Mechanics. —The fashion of the aris
tocracy, so-called, putting on airs and tur
ning up their noses at the idea of associa
: ting with Mechanics, is fast passing away.
Mechanics are beginning to be valued at
what they are worth, as all men should he,
; and if they do not gain a position in socie
jtyit is their own fault. If they are enti-
I tied to if in other respects, the fact that
! they are Mechanics cannot withhold it from
them. If they do not conduct themselves
in a manner to be worthy of it, they have
no right to expect it. The learned profes
sions are so crowded that it takes a man of
more than, ordinary talent to acquire any
thing more than a rfiere competency. Men
are beginning to train their sons, and very.
proj*erly for other tilings besides Law and
Medicine. And we find young men who
have received the advantages of a liberal
education turning their attention to Mech
anism, as more likely to secure them inde
pendence. That man shall work, is a de
cree of Heaven, and that a man who works
j for a living is not entitled to as much res
; pect as the man who gets a living without
j working for it, is an idea, which, if it ever
! existed, is fast vanishing from the minds of
men.
YANCEYISM AND THE YANCEY*
ITES.
The “Scarlet Letter” continues to be the
theme of general conversation in the Me
tropolis. Yancey ism is at the lowest pos
sible rate of discount at the political stock
exchanga, and the Yancevites utterly out
of favor with well-disposed Democratic cit
izens. The one and the other are alike re
garded as antagonistic to our system of
government —as alien to every public prin
ciple which it is the duty of patriots to
cherish.
The coadjutors of Mr. Yancy at Charles
ton are frightened almost out ot their lives
at the enormities which they were instru
mental in committing. ThevarenoW much
more desirous to get the seceding members
into the convention at Baltimore than they
were to get them out of it at Charleston !
They are like the drunken man who
whipped his wife and children out of his
house at night, and, terrified at his brutal
act, ran in pursuit of them, bawling at the
top of his voice, “where are you all ?”
Never did men, having a reputation for a
moderate degree of good sense, cut a more
ridiculous figure than Yancey’s wire work
ers. There is not one of them, we will ven
ture to assert, whose name will not be a
bj-word in political circles for many years
to come—we mean the wire-workers par
excellence —the grand contrivers and sche
mers—who moved what they considered to
be, the automatons at their pleasure. They
exhibited, as the sequal has shown, about
as much aptness for their avocation as for
their capacity, heretofore, to make displays
of judicious statesmanship.
But let us return to their chat' —the God
of their idolatry—the Hon. W. L. Yancy.
It will be recollected that two years ago
this gentleman was one of the shining
lights, if not the particular star, of the
Southern Commercial Convention, which
met at Montgomery. Upon that occasion
ho was a member of a committee which
was designated at a previous session of that
body to prepare a report in relation to the
re-opening of the African slave-trade—a
duty which was performed by the commit
tee. The report concluded thus :
“Under the influence of these consider
ations, your committee are constrained to
favor the re-opening of the African slave
trade, and they propose for the adoption
of this convention the following resolu
tions :
“1. Resolved , That slavery is right, and
that, being right, there can be no wrong in
the natural means of its formation.
“2. llesolvccl , That it is expedient and
proper the foreign slave-trade should be
re-opened, and that this convention will
lend its influence to any legitimate measure
to that end.
“3. Resolved, That a committee, con
sisting of one from each slave *3l a to, be ap--
pointed to consider of the means, consist
’ cut with the duty and obligations of these
States, for reopening the foreign slave
trade, and that they report their plan to
the next meeting of the convention.
Mr. Pryor who was also a member of the
committee, dissented entirely from the re
port and delivered a masterly speech in
opposition to its adoption. Mr. Yancey
spoke at great length upon the subject,
commencing in this wise :
“I am also, as lam informal,a member
of this committee. Circumstances have
prevented me from seeing this report,
though I understand that the distinguish
ed gentleman who made it. (Mr. Spratt-, of
S. C.,) endeavored to communicate with
me in reference to it. From what I have
heard and understood of this report, as it
was read to the convention, I am free to
confess that it meets my most hearty con
currence. But there are some matters of
argument, some questions of detail, possi
bly some questions of fact, which might
not meet my assent upon a critical review
of the report. But lam free to say that,
having cast my eye over the political hori
zon of my country, and having given to it
that earnest and hearty considerat ion which
it becomes every Southern man to give to
the condition of his native land, 1 have
come to the conclusion that it is almost
mathematically demonstrable that we shall
never be able to carry such a measure as
this proposed here into execution as long
as this country is cursed with the incubus
of an unjust North.”
We ask the Democracy—the Democra
cy of Jefferson and Jackson —the Democ
racy which, with comparatively short ex
ceptions, has administered the affairs of
the country since 1800 with eminent suc
cess—if it is willing to recognize as its
champion the Hon. W. L. Yancey, or per
mit him, through his minions, to “rule or
ruin” it?— Washington States and Union.
The Story of the Robber. —There is
a beautiful story told of a certain young
robber in the life of the blessed apostle St.
John. A young man of Ephesus, who had
become a Christian, and of whom St. John
was very fond, got into trouble while St.
John was away, and had to flee for his life
into the mountains. There he joined a
hand of robbers, and was so daring and
desperate, that they soon chose him as their
captain. St. John came back, and found
the poor lad gone. St. John had stood at
the foot of the cross years before, and heard
his Lord pardon the penitent thief, and he
knew how to deal with such wild souls.—
And what did he do ? Give him up for
lost ? No ! He set off, old as he was, by
himself, straight for the mountains, in spite
of the warnings of bis friends, that he would
! be murdered, and that this young man was
the most desperate and blood-thirsty of all
the robbers. At last he found the young
robber. And what did the robber do ? As
soon as he saw St, John coming, before St.
John could speak a word to him, lie turn
ed and ran away for shame ; and old St.
John followed him, never saying a harsh
word to him, but only crying after him,
“My son, my son, come back to your fath
er !” and at last he found him, where he
was hidden, and held him by his clothes,
and embraced him, and pleaded with him
so, that the poor fellow burst into tears,
and let St. John lead him away ; and so
j that the blessed St. John went down again
jto Ephesus in joy and triumph, bringing
! his lost lamb with him.
Jon* g£ti
In view cf the conspicuous position nn*
occupied 1# this gentleman t*f ore th
America qgpfcople, the following Btln]tr
of his career, which we take from ,]*
Charleston Courier , will tie read with ‘ 6
terest : ln ’
John Bell was born in Havidson Coun
ty, near Nashville, Tennessee, on the ]B t l
February, 1797, and received his preparj
tory education in Cumberland Collet 1
At the age of nineteen (in 1816) he
admitted an attorney, and began IJ B p r
fessional career at Franklin, in Williams ‘
County. In 1817, before his legal tmj or j
ty, he was elected a State Senator.
one term he retired fiom political life, and
continued actively and successfully in the
legal profession for nine years. In 1826
he appeared in a Congressional canvass a
gainst Felix Grundy, and was successful
against odds that \vould have defeated any
other man of his political household.
For fourteen years he continued a rep
resentative in Congress, and during this pe
riod (in 1834) he was elected Speaker, in
place of Andrew Stevenson, who had ac
cepted the Mission to Great Britain, and
in opposition to James K. Polk. In 1841
he entered the Cabinet of President Har
rison, as Secretary of War, but soon retir
ed, and for six years remained in private
life.
In 1847 he was called out to fill a spe
cial vacancy in the United States ‘
and in 1853 was re-elected for a fuiFvl
of six years.
His character, and labors, and merits are
acknowledged by all, and by none more
readily than by political opponents.
Distinguished Arrivals.— His Excel
lency, Edward Blondeel Van Cuelebroeck,
Envoy Extraordinary and Minister Pleni
potentiary of His Majesty, the King of the
Belgians, arrived in Macon, from Wash
ington City, last Sunday. The object of
his mission is we understand an interview
with the JDirect Trade Commissioners of
the Cotton Planter’s Convention, who are
soon to take their departure for Europe.—-
Two of these gentlemen, Col. Thomas and
Hon. T. Butler Kiug, are now iu this citv.
The third, Hon. Howell Cobb, of Hous
ton, is expected her to-day.— Macon Daily
Telegraph, Bth inst.
No Quarter for the Squatters.-TV
Montgomery Advertiser says:—The fol
lowers of Dougins have been counting on
large aid from Georgia for the ‘ Little Gi
ant,” but the sequel proves that they coun
ted without their host. When Cobb,
Toombs and Iverson all turned their bat
teries against the squatter banditti, none
were left to sing psalms to Douglas, but
poor little Aleck Stephens and his pipers,
who had been cajoled with the idea that lie
was to be nominated by the Douglasites if
their first man failed; but “little Aleck” is
nowhere amidst the storm now raging in
that Shite. As soon as the withdrawal of
the Southern Delegations was announced
by telegraph, salutes were fired at Colum
bus, Savannah, Waynesboro, and other
places. The Savannah Democrats havo
held a meeting and unanimously approved
the seceding movement. Ex-Guv. King,
of Missouri, (who was run from this sec
tion ot the South for forgery at nn early
day, and was afterwards a Benton Ireo
soiler, in Missouri,) and Flournoy, ot Ar
kansas, (who audaciously violated the in
structions of his State in the Charleston
Convention, notwithstanding his public
pledge in the State to carry out the in
structions,) made speeches to the forlorn
Douglasites in Augusta on their way west
ward; but their counsels were spurned by
all loyal Democrats. The Squatters find
no resting place in Georgia or the South.
Rather Intimate.—A short time since
died somewhere “down south” a veueruhle
negro whoso garrulity was the life of the
little neighborhood iu which ho flourished.
Although Uncle Peter wasouly three years
old at the siege of York, he always swore
he was there, and had a “hot time of it,
too.” He was like some folks now-a-days,
who know every body you can meDtioD,
and were present at every event of impor
tance that has transpired during their life
time, and often some years before. You
bad only to ask, “Uncle Peter, you were at
the battle of Yorktown, wasn’t you ?”
“Thar, bless you soul, honey, yis, I reckon
I was thar. The widow’s and the orphans
I made that day was considerable. GiDer
al Washington always take off his hat to
me afterward, and call me Mr. Johnson.
“Well what about the battle ot New Or
leans, Uncle Peter? You were thar,wasn t
you ?” Thar guess I war thar; and of an
the rough fightin’ I ever had that was the
greatest. Now, you see, I had a seven foot
miißkit, and I tipped ’em over every P°P-
There were so many of ’em that I jist shut
my eyes and blazed into the crowd. I
have kilt a thousand or bo, and when e
battle was over, Gineral Jackson come n *
ing by. Sez I, ‘Gineral, didn’t we do*
to ’em ?’ when he flunghimselfoff nis l
and put his arms round my neck, a ‘®
crying, and sez he, ‘Peter, don’t call
Gineral; call me Andrew,’and I has cal
him Andrew ever since.”
In spite of the general unjustifiable ll^ 8
of war, many wars may be conceived?
for instance, a war to shield a weaker and
tion from a stronger, as more honors
and even more religious, also, than a ®
selfish peace for commercial purposes, w
Mammon for its Messiah, and a day
and ledger for its Bible and prayer-bee
Why cannot a deaf man be legally cod
viefced ? Because it is not lawful to c
dernn a man without a hearing.
‘Mr. Somerset, why dont you
married?’ ‘Because lam too moues
ask any young lady to turn a Somerse
A bachelor friend of* ours has
boarding-house, in which were a ? u vj*
of old maids, on account of the mise
fair set before him at table.
Pastry cooks generally furnish **
puffs than editors do.