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. iITEBABY Ipip’ance Cnuiadcr. PENPIELD, GEORGIA. L. LINCOLN VEAZEY, . , . Editor. THURSDAY MORNING MARCH W, 10587 We are now having some very pleasant, spring like weather. The last was the first fair Monday we have had this year. , , Some friend has favored us with a copy of the constitution and rules of order of the Young Men’s Christian Association, of Augusta. The object of this and similar associations, (which we are glad to know are being formed in all our ci ties and large towns,) is to promote the moral and religious welfare of young men, and cherish among them a feeling of Christian fellowship. Formed as they are, of all Protestant denomina tions, they are eminently calculated to destroy that sectarian bigotry which is so fatal in its re sults—so disgracefuljn its manifestations. We hope the communities in which these associations have been formed, will encourage and sustain them, not permitting the flame of zeal by which they have been established to die out or grow less. • We observe in some of our exchanges, accounts of very extensive revivals of religion in various portions of the country. In the city of New York and its vicinity, it is supposed that as many us fifty thousand persons have been converted. There was never a time, when it was more neces sary that a religion, whose leading feature is peace on earth and good will to men, should exert a controlling influence in the hearts of the people. We have fallen upon evil times, and it requires all the power of true religion to counteract the bad influences which are continually at work. Blackwood’s Magazine for March, contains several j papers of interest, among \vhich we would notice J particularly, “ People I have never met.” Price, j 53,00; Blackwood and any of the reviews, $5,00: j Blackwood and all, SIO,OO. This would be a far better world than it is, if men would exercise the same leniency in judging of the conduct of others as of themselves. Tins, the true spirit of charity and the gospel law re quires. But it is a rule from which men depart* very widely in practice. Wo possess microscopic powess when beholding the faults of others, but our own become “ small by degrees and beauti fully less,” the longer we contemplate them. Arthur’s Magazine, 7'e(rrson’s Magazine, the3lason i<: Signet A Journal, the American Medical, Gazette and the Cbicbrnnlli Crusader, are the periodicals which we find on our table the present week. A multi tude of other duties has prevented our giving them more than a hurried glance, and of course precludes the possibility of a more extended no tice. On oca outside will be found a nice little article from the pen of our associate, Mrs. Bryan, for which we need not bespeak a reading by the fe male portion of our readers. She is eminently correct, we apprehend, in adopting Die opinion of Dr. Johnson, that the married and unmarried states are abstractly considered equally happy. Bachelor as we are, and always expect to he, wo still believe there is, to some, a bliss in matrimo ny, and acknowledge that there are numerous ills attendant on single blessedness. We often sit by our fireside and commune with silence, un til it seems that the shriek of a teething child would be a relief; but when “tired nature's sweet restorer” courts our eyelids, and in “sleep, serene oblivion laid, we safely pass the silent night,” we feel content that no prattling cherub salutes our waking ear. When returning from our day’s toil, the greetings of “ a sweetly smi ling” might lift a weight from the heart, ant? a cloud from the brow.” An hour after, we feel thankful that no violation of decorum will bring upon us the noisy clamors of an angry spouse. On the whole, ire prefer “to bear the ills we have, than fly to others that we know not of.” For all the other ills of life, there is some penod to which the soul looks forward with hope of re lief. But if a couple make an unhappy marriage, there is no healing herb or medicinal gum that can prove a balm to their suffering hearts. They must submit, and feed in silence, the corroding sore that is surely eating away their life’s bloom. The error once committed, cannot be retrieved; and there is no release from this torturing rack of the soul, until death do them part. There is no resource save in the disgrace of divorce or the horrors of suicide. There are some strange patrons of a newspaper. One will always meet the editor with a com pliment, tell him of the sound, practical sense which characterized some article from his pen, the hearty laugh which he enjoyed over some an ecdote or jest which he lately published, and ap plauds the general management of his sheet. The poor man thanks Heaven for giving him such a subscriber, when, on consulting the ledger, he finds arrearages for two or three years against his name. The kind-hearted subscriber, no doubt, meant to discharge his indebtedness by well turned compliments and words of praise. Another takes a paper, pays for it punctually, (this class is small) and never reads it. He may, now and then, look over the advertisements, or the obituary and marriage notices; but of that portion of the paper which constitutes its essen tial character, he remains in profound ignorance. If he wishes to make a remittance by mail, he will, perhaps, direct his letter to a man who lias retired from office for years. To him, the news paper is not a thing of life, proceeding from the *■ mind of an individual and expressive of his opin ions, but amerc piece of machinery, which through the medium of letters has the power of convey ing to him certain ideas. Another takes it into his licad, that every word and sentence is composed and written by the ed itor himself, and hence, concludes that he must be one of the smartest, wittiest, most knowing fellows alive. His yiext door neighbor, however, quite reverses this decision, and votes him a lazy dog who does nothing but rake up the trash that is floating on the sea of newspaperdom. Borne subscribe for a paper, and never take the trouble to go to the office after it, while others will take and read it for years, and then have the mean ness to deny ever having subscribed. In a word, the number of those who take, read, pay for, and duly appreciate a newspaper, is lamentably few. The question of levying a tax on dogs in Now “York appears to be attracting considerable attention. It is estimated that there are half a million dogs in that State, which are maintained at an expense of fieo millions of dollars. They should bo taxed everywhere, especially ins our towns and villages* llalf-<vdozcn dogs upon every lot, which are of no earthly use but to keep up a continual barking and howling, are as great pests as can possibly be conceived. For a good dog a man could afford to pay a tax; for a mean one he would not. Hence a general tax would be a sure relief from the dog nuisance. i *0 * * “ The apparel oft proclaim* the man;” There is a moral in dress, though it is a fact which, in Words, many are •’ j .Persons dress neatly, elegantly or gorgeously as a i matter of taste or inclination, without consider j ing that in so doing they are affording to every ob | server a clue to their inner character. Such, ! however,*is Die cose. A man’s actions are of I course the most infallible index of his principles. | Next comes the expression and cast of his coun | tenance; and the third in rank, is the style and manner of his dress. From the latter, some traits may be learned at a glance, which it would require an extended acquaintance to ascertain from either of the others. It is thus that the clown, the gentleman or the dandy are recog nised anywhere in a moment, merely by the man ner in which he is clad. Theoretically, we esteem a man as highly in tattered garments as when clothed in purple and fine linen; but in practice, we do not. We belie our own sentiments, when we give utterance to any such expressions. When we meet a man on the side-walk in rags and filth, with dirty face and uncombed locks, we pass him in scorn as an embodioment of vileness and degradation. His face may be shaped in nature’s most handsome mold, the light of intelligence may beam forth from his eye and benevolence mark his every lineament; yet, all these will be passed unnoticed. His garb has excited a prejudice which it would require a most thorough knowledge of sterling worth to overcome. “ The mind is the measure of the man,” is an oft quoted remark; and perhaps notwithstand ing all complaints to the contrary, the world ap 2>eals sufficiently to this standard in its estimate of men. We err oftener in worshipping genius’ too much than not enough.’ Many other ele ments besides mind are necessary for the forma tion of a perfect man; and if these be wanting, mere intellect is a barren possession. It should not atone for a single fault, for it possesses the power of increasing every fault thirty, fifty or a hundred fold. Want of decency in dress is a fault it can extenuate with none, however great may be their admiration. We might tolerate a Johnson or Sidney Smith in a shirt whose ac quaintance with the laundress was of ancient date, a collar set awry, a coat and vest bespat tered with tobacco juice and every garment the worse tor wear and tear; but these mean habili ments will certainly detract largely from our ad miration of their mental greatness. Men, almost without a single exception, wor ship wealth, even when joined with the darkest vices; yet, is it powerless to expiate carelessness or indecency in dress. In such cases, the known ability to dress well increases the severity of the censure. A filthy rich man may be treated with deference on account of the influence which his wealth gives him, but it is impossible that this respect can be really sincere. It is related of a certain Spanish King, that from habitual indo lence lie would occasionally pass weeks and even months without shaving, washing or changing his clothes. He became a mere cipher in his king dom and palace. Ilis name stands over a num ber of years in the history of Spain, but what he did may be summed up in a sow acts of folly, and would not till a half-a-dozen pages. Weak ness of intellect rendered him incapable of any great action, but his slovenly habits were more the cause of the contempt with which he was treated than his imbecility. Here were power, rank and wealth all conjoined; yet, they could not save the dirty king from the detestation of his subject's. We manifest this regard for dross not only in men, but likewise in animals. The caterpillar which we loathe to touch becomes an object of admiration when arrayed in the gorgeous attire of the butterfly. The beautifully.painted rattle snake charms our sense of vision despite its death dealing fangs. In domestic animals; a knowledge of their usefulness overcomes all the prejudice which uncomeliness of appearance may create. But if all other tilings were equal, every one would prefer the peacock to the goose, or the tiger to the hog. AVo have spofeen hitherto of slovenliness in dress. There is, however, as much impropriety in adopting the opposite error. This is by far the more common fault. Extravagance in dress lias been for ages a matter for ridicule and satire, which, though liberally bestowed, has been thus far spent in vain. A large, perhaps the larger portion of individual wealth, is expended in the gratification of this passion; yet, they do not al ways attain the end aimed at in this. Many who seek admiration by tlie splendor of their apparel, display a want of taste and refinement which renders them disgusting. A man’s dress ex presses the qualities of his head and heart; but it is neither the richness or plainness of the mate rial which does tliis. It may be purple and fine linen or the coarse fabrics of the domestic loom; yet, if they be clean, neat and in good taste, they will, so far as their significance extends, bespeak the gentleman. The counsel of Polonius to La ertes is, upon this as upon many other points, the best that can be given : “ Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy—rich—not gaudy.” That a man’s name should exert any influence on his character or affect his destiny, may seem a strange idea; yet, we are of the opinion that no mere accident of our lives is productive of more important consequences. When we hear a name for the first time, we almost invariably form some notion of the person who bears it, and sometimes descend even to such minute points as the size and personal appearance. What guide have we in these efforts of the imagination ? Nothing but the simple name. Yet, by this sometimes posi tive opinions arc formed, which it requires time and strong influences to change. There are par ticular junctures in the lives of every one at which these first impressions may be to his prejudice or advantage. AVho can suppose that Cromwell, Washington, Napoleon or Bernadotte would ever have attained their. positions of eminence with names that carried with them some lidiculous idea? We have often expressed these views privately, and have almost as often had them derided as absurd. It will be seen, however, by the follow ing from the Home Journal, that there is one at least who endorses our opinion; “ The question is often asked, ‘ What’s in a name?’ More, we reply, than many people im agine ; and if we arc not quite original in this re mark it is perhaps none tho worse for that. A taking name often sells large editions of a stupid book, before the public find out tho cheat. A so norous, euphonious, aristocratic, romantic, poetic, noble, or even what young Indies would call a pretty name possessors a magnetic influence, not unlike that exercised by a prepossessing coun tenance. Wo exalt its owner in our imaginations .without having seen him, and picture him as a man of noble presence and honorable character. 80, on tho othqr hand, are wo not sometimes sensiblo of entertaining a vague antipathy against men whom we have never seen, and of whom we know scarcely anything, merely (if we are honest enough to trace the aversion to its source) be cause their names seem to us ridiculous, con temptible, or belittling? There are some names which are perfect sinkers to a man’s ambition. He might as well attempt to walk the clouds with a ton of old iron on his back, as try to make himself famous and honored with such an incubus of a name crushing Kim to tho earth. Mr. Puke might be born a poet, but the world would spew him out of its mouth, though the repressed fires of a divine inspiration were consuming his soul. Nobody will believe Mr. Slaughter to be a perfectly harmless fellow, even though he join the Peace Society. We have no special antipathy to Mr. Hood, the positire: we can even endure his*com- j ] placent neighbor, Mr. (JroodenoUgh, the compar- j | ative ; but we never could ri 1 ourselves of the idea j I that there was a taint of hypocrisy about Mr. Too i good, the superlative of the Goodfamily. although | we read a very flattering obituary notice of him, 1 on the occasion of his death, a few years since. l When a man does achieve an honorable position j in the world, in spite of an unfortunate name, j we may be sure that the true metal is in him. • It is very evident that Mr. Doolittle, in working his way upward to the United States Senate, had to-do a great deal more than would have been necessary if his name had been something else. AVho can think without admiration of the heroic struggles which Senator Pugh must Lave passed through successfully in reaching the same high station, borne down as he was by a name, which is the very synonymefor contempt ? And surely it was no ordinary exercise of perseverancisagainst obstacles and discouragement which carried into the lower bramffi of the present Congress a ple beian John Dick, a Foley, a Cockerill !” CLIPPED ITEMS. A line may be remembered when a Chapter is forgotten. Gross Plagiarism.— ln one of Alexd’r. Smith’s “City Poems” occurs the expression “ A sigh and a curse together.” Mr. “Punch” says that it was evidently cab baged from Sir AValter Scott, who said in record ing the death of a charger, “ And draws his last sob by the side ofhis dam.” *’ Please, sir, I don’t think Mr. Dosim takes his physic reg’lar,” said a doctor’s boy to his em ployer. ‘Why so?”—“’Cause vy, lie’s getting veil so precious fast!” A convention of the artists of the United States has been called at AVashington City. They are expected to meet on the 20th March. The seventh volume of Brancroft’s History of the .United States is now passing through the press. A bill preventing the intermarriage of first cou sins has been passed by the Legislature of Ken tucky. A Train or a carpet rag. —Mr. Makeweight has gone into the country. AVe asked him whether he was going to take the eleven o’clock a. m. train, or the three r. sr. boat. “Neither,” he replied; “I am only going to take a carpet bag.” John Horsely Palmer, one of England’s most eminent merchants and bankers, died at his country residence at Burlingham, (near London,) on the 17th ult., at the age of seventy-eight years. He was for many years Governor of the Bank ,of England, and held also high positions in other in stitutions. The wife of M. D. Fetner, of Fairfield District, S. C., was burned to death recently by the acci dental ignition of her clothing as she stood on a chair winding a clock on a mantlepioce. She had been married only a few weeks. Young ladies should not wear hundred dollar silk <lresscs, five hundred dollar shawls, and fifty dollar handkereheifs, when their fathers arc play ing two per cent a month for horn-owed money, and the dread of bankruptcy haunts them day and night. Wives will do well to think of these things with reference to their husbands. Sincerity does not’ consist in speaking your mind on all occasions, but in doing it when si lence would be censurable and falsehood inexcus able. A gentleman asked a lady, the other day, why so many tall gentlemen were bachelors. The re ply was, that they were obliged to lie cornerwise in tlie bed to keep their feet in, and that a wife would be in the way. Mere parsimony is noteconomy. Expense, and great expense, may be an essential part in true oconomy. Economy is a distributive virtue, and consists not in saving, but in selection. Parsimo ny requires no providence, no sagacity, no powers of combination, no comparison, no judgment.— Mere instinct, and that not an instinct of the noblest kind, may produce this false economy in perfection.— Burke. The governor of Pennsylvania has sent a re quisition to the governor of Ohio, for the delivery up) of Mr. Porter, the $50,000 defaulting secretary of the American Sunday School Union. In England, three copies of each newspaper printed, signed by tlie publisher, must be regu larly transmitted to the stamp office, which pays full price for them. After the expiration of a year, one complete file of every journal is trans mitted to the British Museum, where they are bound in volumes and preserved for reference. The Sumpter Republican says “ a collision oc curred in our city on Tuesday last, between Maj. Ellis and his sou, Jas. Ellis, on the one side, and Jas. T. Holeman, on the other, in which all the parties were seriously injured.” The parties are all intemperate. It was a judicious resolution of a father, when, being asked what he intended to do with his girls, he replied, “ I intend to apprentice them to their excellent Mother, that they may learn the art of improving time, and be fitted to become wives, mothers, heads of families, ami useful members of society.’-’ Os all the evils in the world there is none more insidious and mischievous than foolish pride. It turns traitor to itself and is the executioner of its own follies. Strict watch should be kept upon it, or it will creep even into holy places, deceiv ing others with tinseled show. Hypocrisy knows its own character best, and sometimes may be detected with one hand prut ting “ a penny in the urn of poverty,” whilst with the other it is “taking a shilling out.” It is difficult to say which is tlie greater defect in a parent—strictness and firmness in his family without feeling and affection or feeling and aff fection without strictness and firmness. Under the one bad system, the children are apt to be come slaves of hypocrites ; under the other, tyrants or rebels. But true love is always firm, and true firmness is always love. Hall’s Journal of Health is responsible for the, following: “ AVe have often gone to hear Aboli tion ‘stars’ lecture—masculine, feminine, and neuter; but never saw so much spontaneous glad ness in the face of the whole of them, as may be witnessed in any half-hour on the Levee, at New Orleans, among the negroes wlxo are loading and unloading the cotton beats. The N. 0. Delta states that Die slave trade is in fact re-opened, and that cargoes of slaves have arrived and been sold at a depot on Pearl Fiver. The slaves use the French flag. The citizens of Columbus, Ga., voted a few days since upon the question of a connection of the S. AV. Railroad with Mobile and Girard road. The advocates of the connection triumphed by a ma jority of 250. AVar between Brazil and Paraguay's now con sidered very probabl?. In view of this disturb ance, Paraguay will be in a rather bad condition to resist the demands of the United States for the outrage to the AA r ater Witch, and the offences committed against our countrymen. The Army and Navy of Savin.— The Spanish population is 17,000,000. The army numbers 160,- 000 men, tlie light regiments armed with Minnie rifles, and the artillery being one of the finest in the world. The navy is as follows: Two line of battle ships, 170 guns; 4 steam frigates, 14 guns ; 1 steam brig, 2 piivot guns; 8 steam schooners, 16 piivot guns ; 4 frigates, 183 guns; 2 corvettes 54 guns; 19 brigs, 156 guns; 5 schooners, 17 guns; 3 side-wheel steamers, 68 guns ; 29 ditto, 168 guns; and nine store-ships, 28guns; besides gun boats and the usual small craft belonging to a large fleet. Tho foreign commerce of Spain amounted in 1853 to $114,156,240. The love of ornament creeps slowly, but surely, into the female heart. A girl who twines the lilly in her tresses, and looks at herself in the clear stream, will soon wish that the lily were fadeless, and the stream a mirror. AVe say, let the young girl seek to adorn her beauty, if she be taught also to adorn her mind and heart, that she may have wisdom to direct her love of orna ment in due moderation CHOICE SKI,FICTIONS. inw—rr>i n ‘ A Happy Calamity. - ‘ “ I have lost my whole fortune,” said a mer chant, as he returned one evening to his home; “we can no longer keep our carriage.” We must leave this large house. The children can no lon ger go to expensive schools. Yesterday I was a rich man; to-day there is nothing I can call my own.” “ Dear husband,” said the wife, “we arc still rich in each other and in our children. Money may pass away, but God has given us a better treasure in those active hands and loving hearts.” “Dear father,” said the children, “do not look so sad: we will help you to get a living.” “ What can you do, poor things?” said he.'*’ “You shall see! you shall see!” answered sev eral voices. “ Its a pitty if we have been to school for nc thing. How can the father of eight children be poor? AVe shall work, and make you rich again.” “ I shall help,” said the younger girl, hardly four years old. “ I will not have any new thing's bought, and I shall sell my great doll.” The heart of the husband and father, whick had sunk within his bosom like a stone, was lifted up. The sweet enthusiasm of the scene cheered him, and his nightly prayer was like the song of pjraise. They left their stately house. The servants j were dismissed. Pictures and plate, rich carpets and furniture, were sold ; and she who had been the mistress of the mansion shed no tears. “Pay every debt,” said she; “let no one suffer through us, and be happy.” He rented a neat cottage and a small piiece of ground, a few miles from the city. A\ T ith the aid of his sons, lie cultivated vegetables for the mar ket. He viewed, with delight and astonishment, the economy of his wife, nurtured as she had been in wealth, and the efficiency which his daughters soon acquired under her training. The eldest one instructed in the household, and also assisted the.younger children; besides,* they executed various works, which they had learned as accomplishments, but which they found could be disposed of to advantage. They embroidered with taste some of the ornamental parts of female apparel, which were readily sold to a merchant in the city. They cultivated flowers, sent bouquets to mar ket in the cart that conveyed the vegetables; they plaited straw, they painted maps, they executed plain needlework. Every one was at her post, busy and cheerful. The little cottage was like a bee-hive. “Pnever enjoyed such health before,” said the father. “ And I was never so happy before,” said the mother. “We never knew how many things we could do, when we lived in the great house,” said the children, “ and we love each other a great deal better here. You call us your little bees.” “Yes,” replied the father, “and you make just such honey as my heart likes to feed on.” Economy, as well as industry, was strictly ob sevved; nothing was wasted; nothing unneces sary was purchased. The eldest daughter be came assistant teacher in a distinguished female seminary, and the second took her place as in structress to the family. “AVe are now thriving, and prosperous,” said he; “shall we return to the city?” • “Oh, no!” was tlie unanimous reply. “Let us remain,” said the wife, “where we have ! found health and contentment.” “Father,” said the youngest, “all we children ! hope you are not going to be rich again; for then,” ! she added, “we little ones were shut up in tlie 1 nursery, and did not see much of you or mother. Now wo all live together, and sister, who loves us, I teaches s, and we learn to be industrious and useful. AA r o were none of ns happy when we were j rich, and did not work. 80, father, please not j be rich any more.” A Tale of Scotland. A piarty of troopers entered the house of a widow, and demanded and received refreshment. A weii grown lad, the widow’s son, waited upon them— the widow hospitably offering to tlieir wants all she had to command. “ And how do you live in these troublous times, Goody ?” asked one of the mercenaries with an air of kindness. “ AVell, I thank Heaven,” answered the pioov widow, “ my good man left me a cow and a garden with that bit of field: Ido not complain.” “ Indeed !” ejaculated the ruffian. “ Corporal Spiedgelt, what say you to try if Heaven helps her without a cow?” “ Ach ! mein Gott! der garten is enoof! Mit it zome verlaclien—ha! ha !”and tho fellow laughed. “Kill der schuchtern imehen, (the cow,) and spoil ter milch and ter kase, (cheese!)” “ Ay,” quoth the fellow, with a hoarse laugh; “ and so it will. *so, Goody, here goes with the honors of war—ta-ra 1” and lie drew his sword. “ AVhat are you going to do ?” cried the youth, springing forward, with tears in his eyes and terror in his face. “ Strike the brat, Bob,” said the trooper, as one smote the boy on the mouth, while the trooper passed his sword through the gentle breast of the generous home-feeder—tho poor cow —and to add to this devil’s dßsd, mowed down all the kale in tlie garden. The troopers then departed. . AVidow and ehild were at once destitute of every source of existence. She soon sickened and died, heart-broken, and the boy wandered away, and was not seen nor heard of for many a year after. During the wars in Flanders, a party of soldiers were one afternoon seated round a campfire, and flushed with wine and victorty, were relating some deed of the piast, till they seemed to take a turn in vying with each other for the atrocity of their detalis. “ I once starved an old dame by merry Carlisle,” said a trooper, noted for his ferocity and courage. “ I killed her, her cow, and, egad! destoyed her greens. She said Heaven would keep her, and faith ! I longed to know a miracle; but she died —ha! lia ! she died!” “ And do you not repent of that deed?” cried a young trooper, leaping to his feet, with wrath ful brows. “ Repent ? Bali!—what the devil should I repent for?” asked the other, contemptuously. “ Sit down, and laugh at the joke.” “Do you stand up, you marauding dog!” shouted the soldier; “for, in the name of that Heaven she trusted in, you shall repent it! That woman was my mother!”—and, unsheathing his sword, he struck the ruffian-soldier on the cheek with his flat, and instantly swords were crossed. Twice—thrice did the avenging son pass his sword through the body of the destroyer of tlie poor widow’s living; and turning him over with liis foot, as the other lay writhing in the piangs of death, added, “Hadyou but repented that deed, I had left you to God; but as you repented not know that Heaven avenges her in me!” The Day of Temptation and Victory. “The rain drops come fast, and the wind sounds mournfully enough. I don’t think we shalll ever see sunshine again,” said John Manley, as he gat shivering in the corner. “I am sure it would be a blessed thing to have one single stick of neigh bor Farwell’s wood.” The room was dark and gloomy. An old table was placed near the bed, and was covered with the scanty remains of a scanty dinner, Now and then a little girl stole noiselessly upi to a broken plate and silently ate the parings of some cold potatoes, which had been given them the day be fore ; and then taking a bone which she had for a third time replaced upon the table, because she had eaten from it all that could be eaten, she sat down close to her brother, and laying her cheek upion liis knee, prut it again to her mouth, while the tears filled her eyes. “These are hard times my poor little sister. Now which would you rather have, a good dinner or a warm firo ?” “ I should rather have a warm five, for I feel very cold.” A low moan wfts heard from the bed, and John started from his stool, and bending over it, said, “ Mother, do you feel better?” “No John, not much.” Poor Mrs. Manle/ had been long suf fering from severe rheumatism, which had been greatly increased during the last few damp and chilly days. “ AVhere is George ?” she asked, as she raised her head, and looked around the room. ” He went out,” replied John, “ to ask neigh bor Farwell for a few sticks of wood.” Mrs. Manley shook her head, for she well knew how unavailing would bo such a request, “ 0 Mother,” said John, “ hero are two as stout hands as ever boy had, and I am ‘eleven years old to-morrow. If any body would ornploy me, I” He was here interrupted by a noise on the stairs, and presently the door oponed, and George Manley, with his arms full of wood, hastily en tered. His cheeks were flushed, and there was an anxious expression upon his countenance. Rethrew the wood upon the hearth, and then, standing erect, and looking round on the ished group, he exclaimed, “ What do you think of that ?” , ~ “ Why, 0 said John, “J, for one, am glad to see “And I, too,” said little Mary, “for I am al most frozen.” ‘ . “ George, did neighbor Farwell give you that wood?” asked Mrs. Manley. “No, mother, I went to him, and he said he couldn’t aftord to give to folks that laid abed and did'nt work. I told him you was sick, and he said it was very convenient to be sick, in cold weather, for the bed was generally the warmest place.” Mrs. Manley sighed heavily, and asked//* where, then, did you get that wood ?” “ Why, mother, as I passed his wood-house, I saw the gate open, and a great pile of wood close by. I knew the cross old fellow was out of the way, for he was shaving, and I said to myself, my poor mother is sick, and we shall all freeze to death;’ and so I picked up a few chips that were outside of the gate, and those great sticks I took from off the pile. But, mother, I'll tell you what it is; It’s dreadful hard to steal, and I had rather work my fingers to the bone than to do it again.” Mrs. Manley raised herself on her elbow, and with a look of intense and bitter sorrow gazed on her son ; then laying her head again upon her pillow, she burst into tears. The children sur rounded the bed ; but they spoke not. At last, wiping the large tears from her cheek with the sleeve of her coarse and well patched night-gown she turned her eyes again on George. There was deep feeling in her tone as she said, “ My son it is the will of God that we should suffer; but he has said, “ Thou shalt not steal.” That wood must be re turned. I would rather see my children starve and freeze, than to see them break any of God’s commandments. Now take it all, every stick and carry it back.” “ Oh, mother,” said George, “ I don’t dare to.” “I’ll go with you,” said little Mary, “ I'm sure 1 a’nt afraid.” “ But what if neighbor Farwell sees me ?” “ Tell him, my son, that you took his wood, and have come to return it, and ask his forgive ness.” “It is a cold afternoon, mother, and my feet ache—and my fingers feel like icicles.” “Never mind, George, God will provide for those that do right. He will never forsake those that put their trust in him.” “ John, should you dare to go ?” asked George as he began to collect the chips. “ I should’nt dare to go to sleep if I didn’t; and I am sure, George, you will never be happy till you do.” “I will help you carry them,” said Mary, “and if neighbor Farwell asks you what you stole for, I will tell him this verse: *lf ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your hea venly Father forgive you.” HE’S CO.IIING. The following, clipped from the Louisville Journal, is about as sweet a little thing of the kind as we have ever seen: He’s coming the blushing rose Whispers it low tome, And the starlight hastens with it, Over the twilight sea. All trembling the zephyrs tell me, On the light winds hurrying past, Andmy own heart quickly beating, Coming, coming, at last! The soft-lipped waves of the ocean, Gathering at my feet, Breezc-bornc from the coral island, Murmur the secret sweet. Thcrc’snot adow steeped blossom, Or glistening orange tree, But. furnish its leaves glee-laden To breathe this joy to me. J List ! that is the sound of coming Stealing along the air. I must gather round my temples This weight of braided hair, And trust to growing darkness, And evening shadows dim, To hide with their wings the traces Os tears I’ve shed for him. Female Autobiooraphists.— The few femaleau tobiographists who have graced the literature of England were confined to the stirring times of the Commonwealth, when the pressure of circum stances, by acting upon the strongest and finest feelings of woman, developed her intellect, and forced her upon active, and even perilous exist ence. The two most brilliant instances of this charming genre of egotism arc to be found in the memoirs of tho fantastic Duchess of Newcastle, and in those of the heroic Mrs. Hutchinson, both admirable illustrations of their respective classes at the epoch in which they flourished ; the one of the pure, unmixed aristocracy of England, and the other of its gentry, or highest grade of mid dle life. Eterxilv. — “Eternity has no grey hairs!” The flowers fade, the heart withers, man grows old anil dies; but time writes no wrinkles on the brow of eternity. Eternity! Stupendous thought! The ever pres ent, undecaying and undying, the endles chain, composing the life of God, the golden thread, entwining the destinies of tho universe. Earth has its beauties, but time shrouds them for the grave; its honors, they are but the sun shino of an hour ; its palaces, they are but as the gilded sepulchre; its possessions, they arc the toys of changing fortune ; its pleasures, they are bursting bubbles. Not so in the untried bourne. In the dwelling of the Almighty can come no footsteps of decay. Its day will know no dark ness; eternal pleasure forbids the approach of night. Its fountains will never fail—they are fresh from the eternal throne, its glory will never wane, for there is the ever-present God. Its liar- j monies will never cease —exhaustless love supplies j the song. LIFE. Life is no speculative adventure with those that feel its value and duties. It has a deeper pur pose, and its path becomes distinct and easy in proportion as it is earnestly and faithfully pur sued. The rudest or the most refined pursuit, if adapted to the wants and capacities of the pur suer, has a truth, a beauty and a satisfaction. All ships on the ocean are not steamers or packets, but all freight-hearers, fitted to their tasks, and the smallest shallop nobly fulfils its mission, whilst it pushes on towards its destined port, nor shifts its course because ships career to other points of the compass. Let man ride himself on the ocean of Time. Let him learn whether he is by nature a shallop or a ship; a coaster or an ocean steamer; and then, freighting himself ac cording to his capacity and the market he should seek, fling his sail to tho breeze, riding with wind and tide, If they go his course, but heating firmly against them if they cross his path. The California Pine. So much has been said of the gigantic growth of the California pine, that a citizen of that State suggests to the New York Post the feasibility of domesticating it in the Atlantic States. As an inducement, ho has left at the office of the Post, a package of the seeds of five varieties of the finest California pines, of which he gives the annexed description: No. 1. Punts Bcnthamktna. A tall tree from 150 to 180 feet high, and from G to 8 feet in diameter. Sierra Nevada. Elevation 4000 to 5000 feet. No. 2. Phm. Ijambcrtiana. A tall tree, 160 to 200 feet high, and Gto 8 feet in diameter. Sierra Nevada, 5000 to 6000 feet. No. 8. Pimts Jeffrey*. A tall tree, 120 to 150 feet high, and from 4 to 6 feet in diameter. Sierra Nevada. 0000 to 8000 feet. No. 4. Pinus Moniicda. A moderate sized tree, 100 to 120 feet high, and 2 to 4 feet in diameter. Sierra Nevada. GOO feet. As all these aro found in the Carolina moun tains in high altitudes, the Post’s correspondent has no doubt they will grow here, as Scotland is now covered with the progeny of a single larch that was taken there from Norway. In order to extend the movement the subjoined offer is made: “ The gentleman to whom this letter is ad dressed, and who is well known to us, animated by a desire’ to have these pines generally culti vated, has authorized us to say that any person enclosing $1 to box 3,342 Post Office, as an evi dence of a disposition on his part to make use of the seeds, will be furnished with a package ; the money thus received to be contributed to some usoful public charity. A package will also be sent to such papers published in Boston and Phil adelphia a3 will give currency to this notice and send a marked copy of their paper, addressed as above.” We consider this experiment as eminently wor thy of trial. The mamoth trees of California may become a national pride. COJIIttEBCIAI. $ y w Augusta, Tuesday, March 16,P. M*-COT T Oi Sales yesterdav afternoon,-154 hales: .> at .a, Oat , 42 at 11,8 at lii, 93 at 111, 3at 12 cents. ~ ‘ • Sales this morning, 1156 i#ee: Inr 8, 9 .\ 1a1 ‘ 3 at 101; sat 10i, 9 at lOf, ISO at 11, 244 tit lib 2U at 111, 36 at 113, 191 at 111, 99 at 1H,20 a* Hi, m.at. 12 cents. - . - Charleston, March 13.—COTTON.-Thetraaeac tions to-day, reached upwards of 1,800 Mca, at fu prices, and embrace the subjoined figures, 101, 6 at 102, 50 at 111, 53 11 5-16, 212 at Hi, 082 103 at 111, 453 at Hi, 79 at 1& and 239 bales at 12. Augusta Prices Current, WHOLESALE TRICES. - r. . -~Wf BACON.—Hams, T* > W @ ; Canvassed Hams, ¥ p ® Shoulders. ¥> * J® Western Sides, If* p no Clear Sides, Tenn., “ ¥ > @ Ribbed Sides, ¥> ® ™ Hog Round, new, lb © if FLOUR.—Country ¥bM 450 g'6JD Tennessee %* bbl 47j @ Citv Mills ¥ bbl 550 @7 50 Etowah 5 bbl 500 @7 50 Denmcad’s ~¥ bbl SGO 7.W <j3 bbl /99 @7 50 GRAIN.—Corn in sack ¥ bu|h 65 @75 Wheat, white ¥ bush 1 10 @ J L ; Red lb 95 @1 oo Oats ¥ bush 45 @ Rve ¥ bush 70 @ 73 Peas ¥ bnsh 7.) @ 85 Coin Meal ¥ bush 70 @ 75 IRON.— Swedes ¥lb 5i @ 5 i English, Common, %* h> @ t “ Refined. &lb 3y @ LARD.— ¥lb 10 <s> 11 MOLASSES.—Cuba ft gal 36 @. 38 St. Croix ‘f* gal 40 Sugar House Syrup ¥ gal 42 @ 45 Chinese Syrup 7"* £ a l 40 @’ 50 SUGARS.—N. Orleans ¥ 7i @ 9 Porto Rico • ¥ } b 81 @ 9 Muscovado lb 8 @ 8£ Refined C lb 10 @ 11 Refined B ¥ • 101 @ 11 Refined A it* lb H @ 111 Powdered lb 12 @ 13 Crushed lb ‘ 12 @ 13 SALT.— ¥ sack 90 ©1 00 COFFEE.—Rio ¥ lb 12 @ 12} Laguira fl> 13 @ 14 Java ¥ 18 @ 20 Scientific Facts. There are 5 pounds of pure sulphur in every 100 pounds of wool. Carrots consume 197 pounds of lime to the acre; turnips but 97 pounds. A cubic foot of common arable land will hold 40 pounds of water. It takes 5 pounds of corn to form 1 of beef, and 3 1-2 pounds of cooked meal to form l of pork. To add 1 per cent of lime to a soil fit at is des titute of it, requires 10 pounds of slacked, or 0 of caustic lime to the acre. Clay will permanently improve any soil that is sandy or leacliy. Lime and leached ashes will benefit leachy land. A ton of dry forest leaves produces only 500 pounds of mold; hence 500 pounds of mold will produce a ton of plants. Clay applied to sandy land is far better than sand to clay land: 100 tons to the acre will give I inch in depth. Rnre phosphorus is worth from §4,000 to $,5000 a ton ; and as it comes from the earth it shows how scarce it is. Use or Hen Manure. —I have been in the habit of using hen manure, applied in the hill, on corn fora number of years with excellent success. I take my hen manure to a convenient place, (say a barn floor,) and pulverise it thoroughly, then mix two-sixths ashes and one-sixth plaster, with an equal proportion of the manure in bulk of both ashes and plaster. After preparing my ground by spreading (say) twenty-five cart loads of stable or other good manure on the turf, and ploughing it under, I mark out my ground with out either harrowing or bushing, and then drop one gill of llio above mixture in each hill, either plantingmy corn close beside, or kickingon a lit tle dirt with my foot over the mixture, and plant ing directly on it. I row both ways, three and one-half feet. In this way I have succeeded in getj ting fine crops. I generally use about fifteen bushels of hen manure mixture to the acre; but if I used no other manure to carry out the crop, I would certainly use at least forty bushels of tlio same. I think most farmers miss it, in running over too much ground to get a bushel of cofn, when by manuring heavily they get in the same grain on less ground, and make a saving in labor, and leave the soil in a better state for stocking down. Agricultural Truth. —The following state ments will be found correct as to the soil under cultivation: 1. All lands on which clover or the grasses are grown, must either havo lime in them naturally, or that mineral must be artificially applied in the form of stone, lime or marl. 2. All permanent improvement of lands must look to lime as its basis. 3. Lands which have been long in culture will be benefit ted by the application of phosphate of lime, and it is unimportant whether deficiency bo applied in the form of bone dust, guano, nativo phosphate of lime, compost of flesh, ashes, oys ter shell lime, or marl, if the land need lime alone. 4. No lands can be preserved in a high state of fertility unless clover and the grasses are cul tivated in the course of rotation^ The Farmers Creed.— One of our exchanges gives the following first rate advice under the heading of “ The Farmer’s Creed:” “We believe in small farms and thorough cul tivation. The soil loves to eat as well as its own ers, and therefore ought to be nurtured. We be lieve in large crops, which leave the land better than they found it—making both the farm and farmer rich at once. We believe in going to the botton of things, and therefore in deep plough ing and enough of it—all the betterif with a sub soil plough. We believe that the best fertility of any soil is the spirit of industry, enterprise and intelligence—without this, lime and gypsom, bones and green manure, marl or plaster, will be of little use. We believe in a clean kitchen, a neat wife in it, a spinning piano, a clean cup board, dairy and conscience. We firmly disbe lieve in farmers that will not improve; in farms that grow poor every year; in starved cattle ; a farmer’s boys turning into clerks and merchants; in farmer’s daughters unwilling to work; and in all farmers who are ashamed of their vocation,” To Preserve Hams. “ Oh. friendly to the best pursuits of man, Friendly to thought, to virtue, and to peace, Domestic life, in rural pleasures passed! ’ Few know thy value, and few taste thy sweets • Though many boast thy favors, and affect ’ To understand and choose thee for their own.” [Cowper. I have a few leisure moments at my command to-night, which I do not know how to emplov better than to supply you with a few facts as to the best method of preserving that most delicious of esculents, a good ham. The hogs should be allowed to hang one night on the poles. In this way they become thoroughly cold, and cut out much smoother than when that operation is per formed previous to their becoming stiff. Who is it that does not like to see a well trimmed*” ham ? After it is sprinkled with salt it should be scattered until the next morning, in order to have as much of the blood extracted as possible; then LfoTi + be ’ Vellr r U )h f , with sprinkling a half of a teaspoon ml of saltpetre overtlio fleshv side of each ham, and packed; after remaining thus for six weeks, it should be hung, and at tho expiration of three months it should betaken down. The midUjigs may be packed in hogs heads as tight as possible, ami the hams aid shoulders should be packed in cotton seed a] tematc layers of hams and seed. I u smoking. it is saul by throwing China berries on tho fire, tfiey will prevent skippers. y tho above plan I succeed admirably when pork is killed at almost any time during the wiu- To those who are fond of pretty good hams fwi,W°nH and - aVOld th ? P r °g pn y of prolific dams', Thn if r yo M hon to keep in cotton seed a5 J r y 0t ® ll “PPrehcnsion be freed ’ - And have hams, nice and sweet, Whenever you feel disposed to cat. About the first of October the hams should taken out a packed to me rw, j m .