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THE COUNTRYMAN. 83 How to Account for It. Col. S. of Louisiana was once discoursing a Hardshell Baptist. Preacher in a ware house in Macon, on the perfection of God’s works—including man’s jpioral, as well as physical nature. The Colonel was a good talker, an'd the Hardshell a good listener, though as an orthodox believer in the total depravity ot the human .heart, he could hardly believe in what the speaker was say ing. The Colonel dilated on the exact adaptation of every part of the human frame to every purpose for which it is intended. He discoursed eloquently and learnedly too, on the exact adaptation of every object in nature from the planetary system down to the microscopic world, to the fulfillment of certain purposes. God was a perfect Creator, and all his works were perfect. He could not do imperfect work. “ And will you tell me,” said the Colonel, “ that the soul, the noblest work of this perfect Workman, can be so imperfect as you theo logians represent it to be, when the small est animalcuium is itself perfect % Can a perfect Workman do imperfect work ! Has he not rather made men perfect men, as all his other works are perfect ?” Before the Hardshell could rally to the defence of total depravity, Maj. N. of Geor gia, who had been also an attentive listen er, “ pitched in” to the rescue, and said : “ Well, Colonel, I can’t dispute what you say : but it strikes me that the number of damned rascals in the world can only be accounted for upon the supposition that the boss-workman must have been absent from the work-shop the greater part of his time.” All who have heard the major’s quizzi cal way of talking, can well imagine the ef- tect of his quaint and irreverent answer. But irreverent as it was, not even the min ister could keep from laughing loud and long at the odd and forcible reply which floored the Colonel, at least for awhile. War. “One great obstacle to the extinction of war, is the way in which the heart of man is carried off from its barbarities and its honors, by the splendor of its deceitful ac>< companivnents. There is a feeling of the sublime in contemplating the shock of ar mies, just as there is in contemplating the devouring energy of a tempest :♦ and this so elevates and engrosses the whole man, that his eye is blind to the tears of bereav ed parents, and his ear is deaf to the piti- ous moan of the dying, and the shrieks of their desolated families. There is a grace fulness in the picture of a youthful warrior binning for distinction in the field, and lured by this generous aspiration in the fell work of death, the opposing sons of valor struggle for remembrance or a home ; and this side of the picture is so much the ex clusive object of our regard, as to disguise from our view the mangled carcasses of the fallen, and the writhing agonies of the hun dreds, and the hundreds more, who have been laid on the cold ground, where they are left to languish and to die. There is no oye to pity them ! No sister to weep over them ! Theie no gentle hand is pres- etit to ease the dying posture, or bind up the wounds which, in the maddening fury of the combat, have been given and re ceived by the children of one common Fa ther ! There death spreads his pale en sign over every countenance, and when night comes on, and darkness is around them, how many a despairing wretch must take up with the bloody field as the un tented bed of his last sufferings, without one friend to bear the message of tender ness to bis distant home—without one com panion to close his eyes !” E. w. R. Overdoing the Thing. Sister Dymond was a good Presbyterian lady who lived on the public highway, and occasionally allowed the weary traveller to find a night’s lodging beneath her hospita ble roof. She was staid, starchy and prim in her religion, after the manner of her sect, and had a great horror of fussy Meth odist preachers. At last one of these— (brother Jones)—chanced to stay all night at her house, during the prevalence of a considerable drought. When the, hour came for retiring, broth er Jones proposed family prayer* and among other things mentioned that he would pray for rain.. The oid lady was. very anxious to have rain, but had great misgivings about allowing a Methodist preacher to pray for it in her house, though she finally consented. Brother Jones was emphatic on petitions, and put up a most powciful prayer forrain. Next morning, sister Jones got up, and, going into her garden, and looking at that, and at the fields which adjoined the house, saw that the whole face of the earth was washed away.—“ I might, have known this,” said she ; “ Plague take these Methodist preachers, they always will overdo the thing. If Mr- Jones had put up a more gentle pc~ tion, we would not have had such a wash ing rain!" “ Ridicule dishonors more than dishonor itself.” 1 A Prediction. I have not seen a list of the yeas and nays upon the passage of the resolution assuming to authorize Gov. Brown to take away the property of the people, and I do not know whether the yeas and nays were called upon the resolution. I am not aware, either, that the resolu tion concerning conscription has been pres sed to a vote, and if it has been, whether the yeas and nays were called. Bui I will venture one prediction : and that is, that whoever shall see the yeas and nay’s re corded upon these 2 resolutions, will see that the sticklers about the unconstitution ality of conscription, were the very ones who trampled the state constitution under foot, in assuming to give Gov. Browu au thority to rob the people. I saw a statement in the Atlanta Confed eracy, the other day, that there were mem bers of the legislature who pertinaciously refused to vote appropriations to furnish soldiers with clothing; and 1 will venture an assertion touching these. I will ven ture that these men were not at all back ward in voting for the seizure resolution. Has Georgia got so poor that she ean- ,not go into the market and bompete with private persons in the purchase of sup plies, but must resort to seizure 1 Has Georgia become so much degraded and such an outlaw that her Representatives refuse, to vote money to buy clothing for her soldiers, and she must turn robber, and rob her own children 1 Sour Milk Cheese. “Heat sour, or loppeied milk (which is better) in an iron pot, over a slow fire, un til curd is formed. Take out the curd, and press the whey from it with a ladle, or the hands. To each quart of curd, add one half pint of sweet cream, a lump of butter the size of an egg, and salt to the taste. Place all the ingredients in a frying-pan, over a slow fire, and stir until it assumes a smooth, thick consistence, when it will he ready for the table, either waim or cold.— Some housekeepers place the curd in a strainer bag, and allow the whey to drip out, before adding the cream, &c. The second heating appears to be an improve ment.” Miss E. W. H.—Your paper has been sent regularly to Macon, since you ordered the change. Attention Conscripts! Your attention is hereby called to the ad vertisement of S. J. Saffold, Esq. You will see. that he, offers extraordinary inducements to those going into the military service.