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LITERARY ©imperaiw djrusadfr. PENFIELD, GEORGIA. £TIj[yCOLN VEAZEY, Editor. ThUBSDAY MORNING, MARCH 4,1858. Th* little article in our last issue commencing I wonder what ascetical would say, &c„” was from the pen of our talented editress, Mrs. Bryan. It was placed among our editorial through mis take by the Foreman, the matter having gotten accidentally mixed on the galleys. Bo* men are happy because they live alto gether on the future; others miserable because all their thoughts are connected with the past.— He is wisest and happiest who properly mingles the regret a of the past, the hopes of the future and the cares of the present. ei ; It seems, after all the talk about the mildness of the winter, that we are having nearly our usual allowanoe of really severe weather. On Last Tuesday and Wednesday, (23d and24th,) it sleeted or snowed slowly, with but little interruption.— The trees and house-tops were wrapt in white, and there was a considerable crust on the ground. Yoc may talk about the wilful stubbornness of the long-eared tribe, but if you never attempted to drive an unwilling muse to work, you know nothing of that quality in its most intense form. Chaining the sea, or darning up the father of wa ters, are tasks almost as easy. Each sentence as it assumes its position on the paper, has been pro duced in agony almost equal to a death throe.— If writers were paid according to their trouble in composing, a work written under these circum stances would be costly beyond all calculation. Thb different phases of a person’s life, are so en tirely different, that it appears strange that a feel ing of identity should be so perfectly preserved through them all. The cheerful school-boy, the ardent and impulsive young man, the fervent lover, the doting husband, the gray-headed sire, are periods when the thoughts, feelings and ac tions are entirely different. Yet, never does he for a moment doubt that he is the same person who has passed through all these changes. I>id they occur like sudden revolution, the old man would die with each, and anew being be brought into existence. Writers are almost sure to become extravagant when speaking of great men. There seems to be a halo thrown around them, which dazzles and mystifies all who attempt to look upon their greatness. A writer in the Edinburgh Review, in his introduction to an essay on the Life of Mi chael Angelo thus holds forth on this theme: “The lives of great men stand out from the history of their time like mountains which rise from the alluvial plains, casting their shadows forward or backward according as the light falls on them. If we view them by the light of the past, they seem to over-shadow the future; if by that of modern times, their shadow reaches back ward to the dawn of civilization. The historian views them not in one aspect alone: he contem plates them in their twofold relation to the his lory of their race. He sees in them not only the germ of the present, but also the fruit and glory of the elder time. In like manner the biographer, whose task it is to record the distinguishing fea tures of the world's great men, has it in his power not only to consider them as they appeared to their cotemporarie9, but to trace in their lives the characters of earlier ages ; and if in any respect the fort and impress of the present age is owing to them, to note that also, in order that we, who are the inheritors of a portion of their riches, may recognize and acknowledge the benefits they have conferred upon us.” At the late sitting of the Superior Court of Wal-’ ton county, a man by the name of O’Kelly was tried for the murder of his wife, under cir cumstances of the most aggravated cruelty. The trial has been one of great interest, and has at tracted much attention in different parts of the State. We take from the Athens Watchman the following condensed statement ofO’Kelly’s treat ment of his wife, which was fully substantiated iby the testimony given in under oath: A man named Thomas Kelly, or O’Kelly, was arraigned for the murder of his wife, who was found dead (frozen, it is said,) in her place of con finement during the extraordinary cold weather of 1856. The deceased, it is Sieged, was at least partially deranged, and had been confined a num ber of years, eleven or twelve, we believe—five in Oglethorpe, and seven, perhaps, in Walton. It was proven that her place of confinement con sisted of a pen constructed of poles, notched at the corners and covered with clap-boards. In this was a hole ten by four inches, some four or 1 five feet from the ground, with a shelf inside, upon which was placed her food in an old iron frying-pan, which was also used as a urinal, with out ever being washed! Her food, some cf the witnesses testified, was promiscuously mixed to gether in this pan—boiled, “collards” and milk being frequently mixed together! Many of the ” witnesses testified that the chinks or cracks be tween the poles of this den were open—there nfever was any fire in it—no bed or bedding, and the poor creature sometimes entirely naked and always nearly so! In this den she languished seven years, until relieved by death from ner horrible sufferings. One cold morning that winter she was found upon her hands and knees at the door, naked, or nearly so, and frozen stiff. Many per sons think there is reason to believe that starva tion as well as cold had something to do in bring ing about her death! We understand that the deceased, before her mind became impaired, was a sensible and respectably educated woman. And this monster was condemned only to three years’ imprisonment in the Penitentiary! Truly, it would seem that the decisions of law are not even-handed justice. We should like to knotv what the term “ clever fellow ” means. We have heard it used in reference to some of the worst specimens of mankind that nature ever threw into human mould; persons, the corruption of whose hearts, *"had it escaped from the thin film of hypocrisy that concealed it, would have poisoned the air in which they moved. The blank-featured, empty brained, conceited coxcomb, whose only talent consisted in sneering at everything morally val uable, we have heard eulogized as “ a fellow of good heart.” This compliment is, paid in thou sands hf instances, when it would be difficult to point out in what manner this goodness of heart has ever been shown. They never do a good deed or say a good word; if any goodness is in them, it is of that negative kind only which is produced by the absence of evil. It is an that a man may be known by the company he keeps. It is of course as true, that he may be known by whom he praises. Whenever wo hear a man eulogize a worthless personage, we take it for granted that his own moral character partakes of the same hue. A clever fellow” or “a good-hearted fellow” are terms which are translatable only by a know ledge of one of the parties in question. There are some exceptional cases in which this is not true. Praise is now such a common thing; that it is both given and received without the attachment of meaning. It is considci’ed a neces sary |art of politeness, and is so usually so un derstood by all parties. It is, however, a matter of no difficulty to distinguish a sentence spoken as mere matter of form, and one delivered as a real opinion. The March number of the Southern Cultivator is a fine specimen of that always well-filled Journal. Published by W. S. Jones, of Augusta, Ga., at 81 •ryear. That wealth is not essential to happiness is abundantly proven by our daily observation. We are constantly seeing men who possess but meagre portions of this world’s goods moving on in life with serene content, while the princely Nabob, who passes him with scorn, carries within him a heart cankered by care, and perhaps goaded by remorse. His motto Is, “ get more,” and urged on by this unrighteous stimulus the sweet amen ities of life, the beauties of nature, and the sub limities of eternal truth are all lost to his view. One of the happiest men we ever knew, was one of the poorest. By unceasing toil, he man aged to supply his family with food and raiment; but the winter of years had plentifully besprink led hifl locks with its heaviness, and not one trea sure had been laid up for a rainy day. Yet, was he never cast down in spirit, but always wore an air of cheerful contentment. And why should he not? His daughters were fair and virtuous, and his sons were growing up in the steady pursuit of industrious habits. In the consciousness of hav ing discharged faithfully the duty which his Mas ter had imposed upon him, why should he not be contented, though without a fortune? The secret of his felicity, however, remains to be told. He was a happy because a good man. None were more punctual in attendance at the house of God, or enjoyed with greater zest the services of His sanctuary. He endeavored in all things to follow the golden rule, to do unto others as he would have them do unto him.— Goodness has its reward even here on earth. It may not be in the form of broad, extended fields and heavily filled coffers; it is often, nay, al ways that which “ Earth can neither give or can destroy, The soul’s calm sunshine, and the heart’s pure joy.” How often is wealth the price of blood, and the result of crimes which convert men into demons! Who has not heard of the vast horde of pirates who infested the Southern Seas at the close of the last and the beginning of the present centu ry? The pursuit, the desperate struggle for life, the walking of the fearful death-plank, all rise in our imaginations with almost as much vividness, as if they were actual experiences. A more dar ing, heartless set of men never lived. Sometimes, by the active exertion es a single hour, a crew was placed in the possession of vast fortunes; yet, it did not render them less miserable. When their enemies had been conquered, they became afraid of each other, and often buried their ill gotten gold on some lone shore, where they could never find it again. In the legitimate occupa tions of life, wealth is often accumulated without cruelty or injustice; but there is often a harden ing of the heart and a deadning of its finer sensi bilities which render it a curse rather than a bless ing. ♦ It is the nature ofsomejmen to be discontented, let their circumstances be what they may. If they are poor, they repine at the inequalities of fortune; and if they are rich, they bemoan the heavy cares of business, and sigh for peace and poverty. Such are the absurd inconsistences into which men are betrayed, when engaged in that most profitless of all tasks, wishing. True hap piness lias little connection with the man’s pos session, whether they be few or great. Its foun dation is in the soul—in a heart well disciplined, and a mind well trained. Nature has affixed her own laws by which man is to be governed, and no violation of them can be committed with impunity. The same in finite wisdom that guides the starry spheres in their courses through the limitless range of space, has assigned functions and imposed rules upon the minutest organs of our bodies, from which there is no safe avoidance. If these be broken, inevitable pain and misery must ensue. Men can form habits, and under their influ ence, would seem to accustom themselves to al most anything; but no habit can be established which is directly opposed to nature, without, sooner or later, bringing with it suffering. Many think differently. They suppose that whatever has become a settled habit, may be persisted in without danger. A second nature is formed, which, having entirely overcome all previous feel ings, inclinations or passions, they never after of fer any resistance. This may be true; yet, it is still more true that this second nature is much oftener of evil than good. Wisdom hath said, and our observation confirms, that he happiest lives who lives to nature’s law. W e clip the following little poetic gem from the Home Journal. It is from the pen of W. L. Shoemaker: There is a little bird that sings— “ Sweetheart!” I know not what his name may be ; I only know his notes please me, As loud he sings—and thus sings he— v “Sweetheart!” I’ve hoard him sing on soft spring days—- “ Sweetheart!” Aud when the sky was dark above, And wintry wsuds had stripped the grovo, He still poured io?:h those words of love— And, like that bird, my’ heart, too, sings— “ Sweetheart!” When Heaven is dark, or brig'.ht and blue, When trees are bare, or leavesaave. v e new, It thus sings on—and sings of you— -1 “ Sweetheart!” What need of other words than these— “ Sweetheart!” If I should sing a whole year long, My love would not be shown more strong Than by this short and simple song— “ Sweetheart!” The Intrinsic Light op theStars.—On account of the distance of the stars it is not. possible to form an idea of their actual magnitude ; for when viewed through good telescopes they appear sim ply at luminous points, without any sensible disks. Their light may, however, be compared with that of any other fuminous object: and Dr. Wollaston found, by photometrical experiments, the light of Sirius, the brightest of the fixed stars, to be to that of the sun, in the ratio of 1 to 20,000,000,000. Now, the proportion of light received from any lu minous body, being inversely as the squai e of its distance, it follows that the sun would require to be removed to 141,400 times its actual distance, in order that its light should be equal to that of Sirius. But the parallax of Sirius, if sensible at all, is undoubtedly less than one second, whence it is easily calculated that the distance of Sirius cannot be less than 200,000 times the distance of the sun from the earth, and from this it follows that the light of Sirius cannot be less than the double of that emitted by the sun. Dr. Wollas ton, assuming a smaller and more probable limit of the parallax, supposes the light of Sirius to be equal to that of fourteen suns. The Sculpture of Habit.— Did you ever watch a sculptor slowly fashioning a human countenance ? It is not moulded at once. It is not struck out at a single beat. It is painfully and laboriously wrought. A thousand blows rough-oast it. Ten thousand ohisel-points polish and perfect it—put in the fine touches, and bring out the features and exprossion. It ia a work of time ; but at last the full likeness comes out; and stands fixed tor ever and unchanging in the solid marble. ell! so does a man under the leadings of the Spirit, or the teachings of Satan, carve out Ihh own mor al likeness. Every day he adds something to the work. A thousand acts of thought, and will, and deed, shape the features and expression of the soul—haoits of love, and purity, and truth—hab its of falsehood, malice, and uncleannoss, silently mould and fashion it, till at length it weal's the likeness of God, or the image and superscription of the Evil One.— Plain Parochial Sermons. “Why don’t you limit yourself ?” said a physi cian to an intemperate person ; “ set down a stake that you will go so far and no farther.” “So I do,” said the toper, “ but I set it so far off that I always get drunk before I get to it.” Traveling at the West. — A western paper says the only two classes of travelers on our Railroads this winter are those who are ruming away and those who are after them, very few ladies have | been seen in the cars since the panic set in. CLIPPED ITEMS. A line may be remembered when a chapter is forgotten. “Resolve to be a rich man,” said a father to his son; “ You can become what you set out to be.” “But father,” said the lad seriously, “how hardly shall they that have riches enter into the kingdom of heaven. It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.",, The Louisville Journal is guilty of the following : “According to one Washington correspondent, Grow struck Keitt twice in the face. First the eye* hsd it and then the note.” The Legislature of Kentucky, previous to adjourn ment, passed a resolution to raise a regiment of volun teers for the Mormon war. The management of the Princess* Theatre in London, has now fallen into the hands of Miss Mary Provost, an American actress. / Appointments by the Governor.— Tho following gentlemen have been appointed Aids-de-Camp to the Commander-in-Chief, with the rank of Colonel: W. S. Rockwell, A. V. Brumby, Georgia Military Institute ; W. Phillips, of Cobb county; C. C. Wilson, of Chatham ; A. H. McLaws, of Early ; S. J. Smith, of Towns ; C. G. Campbell, of Decatur ; Wm. Mar tin, of Lumpkin ; W. A. Cannon, of Wayne ; J. G. Ryals, of Cass ; E. F. Lawson, of Burke; C. E. Broyles of Whitfield; H. M. King, of Harris; D. A. Walker, of Murray ; A. M. Jones, of Liberty ; 11. R. Daniel, of Spalding; M. C. Fulton, of Columbia ; J. F. Clark, of Stewart; C. V. Walker, of Richmond ; W. A- Harris, of Worth; B. H. Herd, of Wilkes; A. T. Burke, of Carroll; J. S. Bower, of Thomas ; J. H. Banks, of Hall; B. B. Hamilton, of Dooley; W. J. Morton, of Clarke ; J. H. Andrews of Bibb ; J. C. Brown, of Dougherty; F. W. Ward, of Butts ; W. M. Nichols, of Clinch; Archer Giiffeth, of Oglethorpe; W. TANARUS, Wilson, of Fulton; and W. T. Dav,of Pickens. —Federal Union Feb. 23. A disastrous fire occurred among the shipping at New Orleans, on the 21st inst., and five steamboats, the Virginia, Montauk, James Montgomery, Sherman and S. S. Prentiss, were destroyed. The- ship Andover, from New York, was considerably damaged, and two or three other vessels, more or less injured. The loss is estimated at about seventy thousand dollars. Appointments on tiie State Road. —Willis Curry, Esq., of Monroe county, has been appointed a clerk at Chatanooga, and Alfred J. J. Blois, of Chatham, a clerk at Atlanta. The consumption of snails in Paris has increased to such an extent, as to seriously injure the oyster trade. A whole side of the new fish market is devoted to these delicacies. A million sterling is spent in London yearly, in aid of the sick ; nearly 7,000,000 persons—one tenth of the whole population—receive medical advice gratuitously. The products of the California mines for the past six years are stated at 443,900,000, and those of Australia since their discovery, at $205,814.000. From the report of the Commissioner of Railroads in Tennessee, we learn that there are now 635 miles of finished railroad in the State. British Railway Review. —Some very curious and valuable tables have recently been published in England by Mr. Hackett. According to these, it appears that the revenue of the railways of the United Kingdom, in 1857, was no less than £24,000,000. The capital of these lines is about £300,000,000. The railway profits for the last year must have been about £13,000,000, or about 4 per cent, of the total capital ; but from a considerable portion of the £300,000,000 being in loans and prefer ence shares at a rate of interest averaging more than the per centagc of profits, the average dividend is about 3J per cent, per annum. A Turkish Admiral Mohammed Pacha, is on his way to New York, where he is to contract for the building of a steam frigate for his government. A resolution has been passed by the City Council to give him a pub lic reception, and S2OOO has been appropriated for the purpose, A Novel Party Dress. —At n “ Fancy Dross Party” in Hartford Ct., the past week, one lady appeared in a dress ornamented with hundreds of little bells, not much bigger than rain drops—affording music of the fairy kind in the dance. In some of the eastern countries dancing women wear bells upon their ancles, which tin gle in time with the music of the dance, and perhaps, this costume suggested the more conspicuous display of this musical ornament. The Sunday School Union. —We have received, says the Philadelphia Bulletin, from a reliable source, the following information: The numerous friends of the American Sunday School will be pleased to learn that the actual loss arising from the recent defalcation, will not ex ceed $40,000, and that the Managers of the Society, with the aid of a few personal friends, have determined to pay the entire loss out of their own pockets. The friends of the Union are in fine spirits, and the pros pects of the Society were never more encouraging than at the present time. The Paris Constitutional contains a long article on the subject of the Mormons. It condemns the Ameri can Government for its delay in dispersing or destroy ing the immoral and scandalous sect. The New Holiday.— According to a recent, statute of Massachusetts, says the Springfield the birthday of Washington becomes a legal holiday, and is to be observed as such in future, by the courts, banks, &.C. Patents.—Among the patents granted for the week ending the 16th instant, we notice the following: Stephen E. Parish, of Nashville, Tenn., improve ment in railroad car wheels. H. W, Randle, of Bartlesville, Ala., improvement in cotton presses. r Thos. M. Scott, of La Grange, Geo., fly trap. Elijah H. Bloodworth, of Thomaston, Geo., improve ment in ploughs. “ What passage in this morning’s exercises did you like best?” asked a conceited clergyman of the cele brated Robert Hall. “ Your passage out of the pulpit,” was the reply. “ If dirt was trumps, what a hand you would hold,” said Lamb to a filthy partner at whist. No man can be provident of his time, that is not pru dent in the choice of his company. At an examination at the College of Surgeons, a candidate was asked by Abernathy : “ What he would do if a man was blown up with pow der ?” “ Wait until he came down,” was the cool reply. “True,” replied Abernathy, “and suppose I should kick you for such an impertinent reply, what muscles should I put in motion ?” “ The flexors and extensors of my arm, for I would knock you down immediately.” He received a diploma. The “Panic Reel.” —A new dance has been in vented by a New York gentleman, and recently intro duced in fashionable circles, called the Panic Reel.— When the gay world gets to dancing over its troubles, may conclude they are nearly forgotten. African Blood at the Princess Royal’s WeddinV*- —Among the columns of news relative to the Royal weuJ^ n S recent ly at St. James’, it is stated that Queen VictorS invited Sarah Bonnetta, an African prineess, boarding at Chatham, to the wedding of the Princess Royal, anc? .* her dresses suitable for the occasion. She could luVaiy have reflected on tne seri ous offence which this °* ro y a / 4 negro wor* ship” would give on this side fil Atlantic. Our old friend Bangs was inviuvl by a friend to his house to partake of julep, of which n\s was very iond. It was handed to him in a silver goblet With gold. After sipping a portion, B. turned to his iNst, and re marked that it was astonishing what an addition a straw berry gave to the flavor of a julep. His friend r>phcd that he was sorry that he did not have a strawberry - to put in it. “But,” said 8., “there is certainly one in this.” Upon his host ascertaining the contrary, he in sisted that he saw it distinctly, and drained the goblet to get the berry—when, lo and behold ! he found that it was only the reflection of his own nose. An honest farmer thus writes to thoChairman of an English Agricultural Society : “Plense put me down on your list of cattle, for a bull.” An Irishman was challenged to light a duel, but de* clinad, on the plea that he did not wish to leave his ould mother an oVphan. THE WIND AND RAIN. BY EFFIE JOHNSON. Moaning among the tree tops, Rattling the casement pane, Oh, what fearful stories Mutter the wind and rain. They tell of the stately vessel, Plowing the angry main, Down lo the sea-cavesdriven, By the howling wind and rain. They whisper of houseless orphans, Who have sought for rest in vain. Weary, and sick and dying,. ’Neath the driving wind and rain. Oh, ye who have homes of plenty, List not to those voices in vain, But gather them round your hearthstones. Safe from the wind and rain. Rather Fight than be Exposed.—A highway man met Maj. Jones in the piney woods, and asked him for his pocket book, Jones refused to give it. Highwayman then took Jen op by tho neck, and undertook to “choke him down/’ Jones made, and kept it up for half an hour, and then caved. Highwayman rifled his pockets and found 18 cents. “Tb that all you've got?” “ Bvery cent.” “What made you fight so long?” “Did’nt want to be exposed. Bad enough to have only 18 cents; but a great deal wors3 to have the world know it.” * * CHOICE SELECTIONS. A Mother's Oritf. ~T H A poor, faded piece of humanity, answering to the name of Jane Sacklet, was placed at the oar of the Police Court, this forenoon, and heard a complaint read, charging her with being a com mon night-walker. The woman must have been very handsome in her younger days, for her eyes were dark and almond-shaped, and her hair was thick and wavy, and though long neglected, its lustre was net entirely lost. Dark lines were set tled under her eyes which were once so beauti ful, and her cheeks, which, ten or fifteen years ago glowed with health, were pallid and thin.— Degraded as the prisoner was, she had not lost all sense of feeling; and even when the complaint was being read, her whole attention was being di rected to a ‘bright little boy, of some six years of age, who bore unmistakable evidence of being her son — and the little fellow sported in the pris oner's dock in the most unrestrained manner, lit tle thinking, poor boy, of the degradation of his unfortunate mother. “Woman,” asked the clerk of the Court, in his off-hand, business manner, “are you guilty or not guilty of being a night-walker ?” “A night walker?” repeated the defendant, in a tone of surprise, and with a quick start that at tracted the attention of Judge Russell, who was on the bench. “O, no I for mercy’s sake, do not accuse me of that. lam innocent—l assure you I am innocent! I drink, and God knows I feel my degradation, hut I have not walked the streets, and poor as I am, I would die first!” The stillness of death pervaded the Court-room during the woman’s plea, and even the Judge ap peared to have his sympathy aroused, and his cu riosity excited. r ‘ Five years ago my husband died,” the woman continued, “and I have never known happiness since. In vain I have sought comfort by steep ling my senses in liquor ; but, alas, when I awa ken, my child's innocent face reminds me of what I have lost, and I again seek oblivion. lam a common drunkard—-God help me that I am—but I am not a prostitute.” The excited woman threw her arms around her son’s neck, and bathed his innocent face with her fast flowing tears’ The little fellow opened his large black eyes to their widest extent, and seemed astonished for a moment, but as his mo ther continued to sob as though her heart would break, the little lad wound his arms around her thin neck, and laying his curly head upon her bosom, lisped out — “ Don’t ky, mudder—l’ll be a man one of dese days.” The spectacle was affecting, and even the stern clerk of the Court took off his glasses and wiped them with nervous haste. Judge Russell rubbed his eyes as in a voice almost inaudible, he ex claimed— “ Let the defendant be discharged, Mr. Pow ers !” We are happy to add that Mrs. Sacklet is now in excellent hands, and her reformation is confi dently predicted. —Boston Herald. Discomforts of Greatness. “ Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.” So wrote the Prince of Dramatists, two centuries and half ago; and the sentiment was true then— was true before then, and is true now. David, when King of Israel and of Judah, ex claimed, “O, that I had the wings of a dove, for then would I fly away and be at rest.” Dionysius, the monarch of Sicily, described his situation as that of a person with a drawn sword suspended above his bead by a single hair, and in continual horror lest its keen edge should be buried in his bosom. When the late Emperor of Russia travelled in Italy, he was in constant trepidation, lest some incensed Pole should avenge his country’s wrongs by sending a bullet to his heart; and never re tired to rest, without previously striking on the walls of his chamber with a hammer to see that all was solid, and that there was no concealed panel through which an outraged foe could enter. Louis Phillippe at one period of his reign al lowed no log to be brought into his palace until it was first examined, for fear lest some infernal machine was hidden in it. And the Dictator of Paraguay was careful never to smoke a cigar until he had satisfied himself by unrolling and examining its leaves, that the weed contained no poison. Napoleon the Great, writing to Joseph says: “To prevent being poisoned or assassinated, keep only French cooks, and have Frenchmen alone for your body-guard. Be careful, too, that no one enters your sleeping apartment except your aide de-camp. He should sleep in the room opening into yours. Lock your door on the inside, and never open it even to your aide-de-camp, with out making him first speak, that you may recog nise his voice, and without bidding him lock the door of his own room, to make sure that no per son will follow him.” Who can wish for a crown, that presses so heav ily on the brow ? Regal station is foroed to pay costly tribute; and if that station is reached or retained by wrong, the throne is on the crater of a sleeping volcano. This the usurper feels, and trembles. “ Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind ; The thief doth fear each bush an office!.” What is fashion? A beautiful envelope for mortality, presenting a beautiful and polished exterior, the appearance of which gives no cer tain indication of the real value of what is con tained therein. Content is the tranquility of the heart; prayer is its aliment. It is satisfied under every dispen sation of Providence, and takes thankfully its allotted portion ; never inquiring whether a little more would not be a little better; knowing that if God had so judged, it would have been as easy for him to have given the more as the less. That is not true content which does not enjoy, as the gift of Infinite Wisdon, what it has; nor is that true patience which does not suffer meekly the loss of what it had, because it is not HLs will that it should have it no longer.— Hannah. Moore. ■ When stealing a chicken, beware of /wmbane! It is mentioned as local news by the Schenecta dy Reflector, that a young couple agreeing to elope, by some mistake in the preliminary arrange ments, the gentleman put the ladder up to the window of the room next to the one in which his sweetheart slept, and which proved to be that in which her anxious mamma, a handsome widow, reposed. She turned the mistake to her own ad vantage ; got into his arms ; returned his affec tionate embraces; was borne by him to the car riage, and by preserving becoming Bilence until daylight, kept him blind of his error, and by the poterft power of her blandishments, actually charmed him into matrimony with herself! The Voice of the Dead Nations. The dead nations, whose giant skeletons now lie bleaching on the sands of time, all died of sin. It was their crimes that dug their graves and ptrfhad them in. Licentious luxury sapped the founeu'dion strength, and rotted the lively virtue of one, JMid it disappered beneath the green pool of its own corruption. Brutal war, ®tde a business of, and carried in every direction, drew upon another the oombined wrath of the world, find it was dashed upon the rock of its own barbarous force. Domestic bondage, grow** enormous, trodden under foot and goaded to madness, rose on an other, and buried it in the conflagration and slaughter of its own provocation. Internal antipathies, based on sectional differ ence, fed by selfish interest and taunting debate, finally exploded in the quarrelsome parties of an other, and hurled its, disserved fragments to ruin by the convulsive eruption of its own wrong and hatred. ; Os all the mighty empires whose, melancholy ghosts now pace the pallid margin of oblivion, not one over sunk but its fall was through'inter nal iniquity some way or other. Shall the stately shade of America, too, go down to join the dole ful company of crowned spectres, moving them beneath to rise up at her coming, with the sar donic mock, “Art thou also as we ?” If we would avoid their doom of vengeance, we must not tread their path of guilt. Truk as Preaching,— The Philadelphia Eve ning Argus, says: “No man can borrow himself out of debt. If you wish for relief, you must work for it, economise for it. You must make more and spend less than you did while you were running in debt. You must wear home spun instead of broadcloth, drink water instead of champagne, and rise at four instead of seven. Industry, frugality, economy— these are the handmaids of wealth and the sure source of relief. A dollar earned is worth ten borrowed, and fc dollar saved is better than forty times its amount in useless gewgaws. Try our scheme, and see if it is nqt worth a thousand banks and valuation laws. • ,s j LADIES* QUO. Severe Kissing. . nd } hea he kiued her, Kissed so hard he raised a blister. And she set up a yell.” A fashionable tailor in Philadelphia— as we leam from the -Press —is in the habit of exacting a kias from his sewing girls whenever they brine m a job. One girl, to whom l)is importunities for ft kiss had become unendurable, and who —so says the account—would not allow this favor mainly because the tailor's breath was flavored with i tobacco, devised a most effectual remedy against further annoyance. Her twin brother donned her clothes, and took a piece of work to the shop. The tailor beseeched for a kiss, the boy playea the woman well, and behaved os'nat ural sis life, after a reasonable time, “ Whispering, 4 1 will ne’er consent,’ consented.” The tailor was warned, however, that when she kissed, she kissed hard. 44 So much the better,” said the knight of the shears, 44 the harder the bettor;” so, wiping his mouth, taking deliberate aim, end approaching the tempting prize slowly and appreciatingly, their faces met when the boy girl seized the tailor’s chin between two rows of sound teeth, and held him until his cries brought such a crowd around his shop that the police were compelled to interfere. / ■ 1 KittP some Object in View.— Every man, rich or poor, ought to have some absorbing purpose, some active engagement, to which his main ener gies are devoted. Not enj'ovment but duty, daily duty, must be the aim of each life. No man has a right to live upon this fair earth, to breathe its air, to consume its food, to enjoy its beauties, producing nothing in return. He has no right to enjoy the blessings of civilization, of society, and of civil liberty, without contributing earnest and self-denying labor of head and hand to the wel fare of mankind. Certainly no man can be truly religious who makes gratification, as distinct from self-denying exertion, the great object of life, and the idler puts pleasure exactly in the place of duty. A Hewer is the Desert Here is a beautiful incidenjt related by an offi cer at Matamoras, in a letter to a friend in Provi dence, which reminds us that— In the desert there still is a fountain. In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing! Our army was marching into Matamoras, and the officer writes: 44 There was a little incident occurred which con; trasted so forcibly with what was going on around me, that I could not but be struck by it. 44 Under a tree just on the river bank, and at the point where the bustle and throng of the passage was the greatest, a family of Mexicans had taken shelter, who had re-crossed to our side the day before, and had not had time to move to their homes. There were some six or eight children of various ages ; one of these a beauti ful, black-eyed, graceful little creature of five or six years. I saw her, while the tumult and toil of all description rang arround, while arms were flashing, cannon rolling, men hurrying to and fro, horses dashing at wild speed, the air filled with shouts and oaths, and all was as if quiet and peace were banished from the earth, half sitting, half lying upon a grassy knoll, her head resting upon a white pet dove, and one little arm thrown around the bird as if to protect it from all harm.” What a lesson is taught there ! What a picture for the painter and the poet! See innocence per sonified in that sweet child! See peace repre sented in that beautiful dove! How they stand out the bright, the glorious figures in that scene, where War with its array of banners and mar shalled men, and gaudily dressed officers on ca parisoned horses, fresh from the battle field, their hearts filled with the swelling thoughts of the vic tory they have won, and all glowing with am bitious desire that becomes the heroes they have shown themselves to be—how that sweet child and beautiful dove shine with the light, that is from Heaven, in that scene, where war fills up and darkens all the back ground ! Senator Douglas and his Wife. —The Washing ton corespondent of the Cincinnati Enquirer says: I called on Senator Douglas last evening for a short time, and found him busy in his study frank ing copies of his speech all over the Union. Dili gently engaged in, directing the speeches as they were franked was Mrs. Douglas, radiant and beau tiful in her elegant evening attire. She wrote rapidly a bold, firm hand, which evinced energy and decision of character ; while she carried on a part in the conversation at the same time. She is truly a very beautiful lady in form and figure, with a countenance expressive not only of intel lect and energy, but affection and pure womanly sympathies. She has evidently the mind to in vestigate and comprehend questions of politics, for some of her remarks exhibited considerable feeling concerning the position of Kansas affairs. A gentleman had just brought in some three hun dred names of citizens of Cincinnati, and she pro ceeded at onoe to direct each a copy of her hus band’s speech, while Mr. Douglas added his frank. Those who receive the speeches will, therefore, have a specimen of the chirography of Mr. and Mrs. Douglas. Influence of Temper on Health — Excessive labor, exposure to wet and cold, deprivation of sufficient quantities of necessary and wholesome food, habitual bad lodging, sloth and intemper ance, are all deadly enemies to human life ; but none of them so bad, as violent and ungoverned passions. Men and women have survived all these, and at last reached an extreme old age; but it may be safely doubted whether a single instance can be found of a man of violent and irrascible temper, habitually subject to storms of ungovern able passion, who arrived at a very advanced pe riod in life. It is therefore a matter of the highest importance to every one desirous to pre serve a sound mind in a sound body, so that the brittle vessel of life may glide down the stream of time smoothly and securely, instead of being continually tossed about amidst rock and shoals which endanger its existence, to have a special care amidst all the vioissitudes and trials of life, to maintain a quiet possession of his own spirit. It is said that Governor Gilmer, of Georgia, had a passion for buying all sorts of old iron truck, broken-down wagons, and such rubbish, which he had piled up in the yard, under the tmpression that it would come into use some iime or other. It annoyed his wife excessivly; and one day, when the Governor was away from home, she had the whole pile carted off to auc tion. It so happened that just as the auctioneer had put up the lot the Governor was riding by, and buy it he would; for as ho looked at it, he declared that ho had a lot at home in which there were several things to match. He bid ten dollars, and the whole concern was knocked down to him. A few days afterward he was admiring Mrs. Gilmer's new bonnet, and asking her its cost, she said 44 Ten dollars, husband ; the same ten you paid for your own old iron, and if you don't clear itout of the yard I shall sell it again!” The Governor shortly after that retired from the iron business. Pictutrk of Life. —ln yonth we seem climbing up a hill on whose top eternal sunshine appears to rest. How eagerly we pant to gain its sum mit ! But when we have gained it, now different is the prospect on the other side ! We sigh as if we contemplate the waste before us : and look back with a wistful eye upon the flowery path we have passed, but may never more retrace. Life is like a portentous cloud fraught with thunder, storm ana rain ; but religion, like those stream ing rays of sunshine, will clothe it with light as with a garment, and fringe its shadowy skirts with gold. Spurgeon, the popular pulpit orator, who, on the occasion of the recent national fast, preached to a congregation of 24,000 persons in the Crystal Palace, Loudon, thus defines the Gospel - ‘‘lf any man here should be in doubt on ac count of ignorance, let me, as plainly as 1 can, state the Gospel. I believe it to be wrapped up in one word — Substitution. I have always consid ered with Luther and Calvin, that the sum and substance of the Gospel lies in that word substitu tion, Christ standing in the stead of man. If I under stand the Gospel it is this: I deserve to be lost and ruined; the only reason why I should not be damned is this, that Christ was punished in my stead, and ihereisno need to execute sentence twice for tin Christ took the cup in both his hands, and 4 At one tremendous draught of love He drank damnation dry. FARMER’S COLUMN. ; — COMMERCIAL. Augusta Cotton Market, March 2.—We believe the following quotations will give a fair exhibit of prices at the close of our report: Middling to Strict Middling. - * - - - IT @ll* Good Middling - lli@ll* Middling Fair - - - ll*@ll| Fair 12 (cj) The market isvery irregular, and it is difficult m tell which will yield first, the buyers or sellers. The sales on Monday were generally at * to * over Saturday’s prices, and we heard of some few sales at S advance for very desirable parcels. Augusta Prises Current. WHOLESALE TRICES. BACON.—-Hams, lb 11$ <g> IS Canvassed Hams, 1$ lb 13 14 Shoulders, ft 9 (a IQ Western Sides, slb 10* $ 11 clear Sides, Tenn., &ft ni /a oo Ribbed Sides, ip ft, n @ OO FTnpTP 0U r d ’ neW ’ V lo*l 11 FLOUR.-Coumry $ bbl 500 @6 00 l ennessee $ bbl 475 @5 60 City Mills tp bbl 550 @7 50 S towah ~ ® bbl 500 @7 50 Denmead s bbl 500 %7 00 PR Am __r- . $ bbl 700 <f 75Q Ti 7r N ’ , orn m Back bush 60 <§ 66 Wheat, white 1$ bush 1 10 <| 1 15 KS a V 95 @ 1 00 g*i 8 ¥ bush 45 | SO 52. bush 70 I 75 r w . ® bush 75 1 * , * bush 70 § 76 IRON.—Swedes ft) 5± 5* English, Common, ft 1* r “ Refined, slb 3} § I LARD.— lb 10 ii MOLASSES.—Cuba gal 25 uu 2d St. Croix $ gal 40 Sugar House Syrup $ ga l 42 <& 45 Chinese Syrup 3a gal 40 a w SUGARS.—N. Orleans ip lb 7* @ 9 Porto Rico sft 8* @ 9 Muscovado ft 8 (ft M Refined C ft 10 @ 11 Refined B fi 7 ft 10* @ 11 Refined A lb 11 @ 11* Powdered ft 12 @ 18 Crushed ft 12 @ 13 SALT.— $ sack 1 00 @ 1 10 COFFEE.—Rio $ ft 12 (ft 12* Laguira sft 13 @ 14 Java tp ft 18 @ 20 Be Systematic.—Here we have one of the first principles of successful agriculture. Let all your transactions be conducted in a business-like man ner. Take note of every operation, Whether you buy or sell, receive or disburse, sow or reap, make a promise or a bargain. To do this, it will be nec essary to keep a diary, and we would say, do so, if for no other object than a ready means of com parison. Study your Profession.— It is not alone the energy that wields the spade of holds that insures success. There is a “higher law,” the culture of the mind, and it must go hand in hand with the culture of the soil. The relations of science to the farmers are intimate. Good books are aids in the attainment of knowledge, but never pin your faith on the ipsedixit of any in dividual—think, experiment and judge for your self. Fretting. —Two gardeners had their crops of peas killed by the frost, one of whom had fretted a great deal and grumbled at his loss ; visiting his neighbor some time after, he was astonished to see another fine crop growing, and inquired how it could be. “ These are what I sowed while you wei’e fretting,” was the reply. “ Why, don’t you ever fret ?” “ Yes, but I put it off till I have re paired the mischief.” “ Why, then there is no need to fret at all.” “True ; that is the reason I put it off.” Economy in Feed for Stock.—When I commence feeding hay, I also commence feeding meal on cut straw—for a cow, from two to three quarts per day, say with equal parts of corn,Jbuckwheat and oats ground together. With this they will not re quire more than half the quantity of hay that they would if fed entire on it. And cows stabled and fed in this manner will produce almost as much milk as in summer, besides keeping in much better condition. It is admitted by those who have practiced feeding meal on cut straw, that it is the most profitable way of feeding grain to stock. Lice on Calves.—The best resort that I have ever found to rid my calves of lice, is very simple, easy and only this: take a few dry ashes from the stove ; rub them well into the hair of the animals and all those troublesome little creatures will soon become harmless and disappear. Calves or any other animals to which ashes are applied, should be kept dry for a few days. Clipping Hedges.—Almost all thorn hedges are clipped square—that is, the top is made flat and the sides perpendicular, the object of this being to make them as much like a wall as possible. This system, it is thought, has a great tendency to make the hedge grow thin below, and that is a much better way to keep it widest at the base, and let it gradually taper to a point at the top. Hedges kept square are very apt, when old, to get “ blanky,” and grow bare near the ground, even though the top may be quite thick and flourishing. In this case, there is no remedy but cutting down—a disagreeable necessity { for then all shelter is gone at once; but by keeping the hedge in a pyramidical shape, this will very sel dom be necessary. —English Paper. Will Underdraining Pay? —This depends on circumstances. If good naturally underdrained land can be obtained in your neighborhood for from sls to S2O per acre, it would not pay in all probability to expend S3O per acre in under draining low, wet or springy land; but in all districts where land is worth SSO per acre, noth ing can pay better than to expend from S2O to S3O per acre in judicious underdraining. The labor of cultivation is much reduced, while the produce is generally increased one-half, and is not unfrequently doubled ; and it must be remem bered that the increase is net profit! If we get sls worth of wheat from one acre, and S2O worth from the other, and the expense of cultivation is $lO in both cases, the profit from the one is twice as much as from the other.— Genesee Farmer. TruHan Meal and Com Bread. It is said that many more people would eat corn bread if they knew how to cook it. An “experienced” housekeeper has furnished us with some good recipes, which wo commend to inexperienced housekeepers. A bushel of corn contains more nutrimeht than a bushel of wheat. The latter is hot generally considered fit to eat unless ground very fine and bolted. Indian corn treated in the same way is nearly spoiled. It never should be ground fine. Let that be re membered. Fine meal may be eaten while fresh, ground, but will not keep sweet. The broken oil globules become rancid and bitter. Corn Cakes, made of meal and water, with a little salt, mixed into a stiff dough, thoroughly, and baked on a board before a hot fire, or in a hot oven, or in litle cakes on a griddle, till en tirely done, are very sweet, wholesome bread. Corn and Wheat bread is wholesome and nu trious, and easily made—if you know how. Stir two of white meal in a pint of hot water tor each loaf; free it of lumps, and let it stand twenty-four hours. Boil two or three po tatoes, peel and slice, and mash in a pint of water, which thicken with flour till it is stiff batter, and then add half a teacup full of baker’s yeast. You will use about one-third as much meal, scalded as above, as you do of flour ; knead the meal and yeast, and sponge, and add a litle salt with the flour all together, and work it well and monld in panß to rise moderately; then bake, at first in a hot oven. This bread will be moist, and more nutritious andmore healthythan if it were all flour. _ Novel Cure for Love. —Anew and amusing cure for love has lately been found effective, in a fashionable Parisian faubourg. The son of a wealthy nobleman became enamoured of his fa ther’s concierge,(door porter,) and determined to marry her. The aristycratic papa opposed; but moved at last by the despair of his son, fiave his bonsent with the proviso that the the should go to sea for twewlve months beforethe marriage Shortly afaer his departure, the fa ther who had previously observed a tendency in the young intended, took her unj der charge, gave her every kindof the most nourishing andsuecutent food and good wines,°forbade her to take exercise as unbecom ine in bis future danghter, and in fact, sta 1 fed 55 to such an extent/that when the enamoured swain returned from his year’s voyage, hewa. horrified to find, instead of the slender, elegant girl he left an immensly fat woman, as big as two Albonis rolled into one. Os course, Hie nu waa successful, and the unfortunate victim of good cheer has been pensioned off.