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Hlje fpfefltSjiit JOHN H. SEALS, NEW SERIES, VOLUME 111. Cjp Cmjrance Cntsakr. Published every Thursday in the year, except two. TERMS : Two Dollars per year, in advance. CB9Asa&®® Clubs of Tex Names, by sending the Cash, . will receive the paper at .... slsos ropy. Cixbs or Five Names, at 180 “ Any person sending us Five new subscribers, inclo sing the money, shall receive an extra copy one year tree of cost. ADVERTISING DIRECTORY: Bates of Advertising: 1 square, (twelve lines or less,) first insertion, 00 | “ Each continuance, 50; Professional or Business Cards, not exceeding six i lines, per year, Announcing Candidates for Ofiice, a Standing Advertisements: Advertisements not marked with the number of insertions, will be continued until forbid, and charged accordingly. Druggists and others, nay contract t for advertising by the year on reasonable terms. Legal Advertisements; Sale of Land or Negroes, by Administrators, Ex- j ecutors and Guardians, per square, J W S Sale of Personal Property, by Administrators. Ex- _ | ecutors and Guardians, per square, il > Notice to Debtors and Creditors, 3 25 j Notice for Leave to Sell, ... *2? ! Citation for Letters of Administration, 2 <-> Citation for Letters of Dismission from Adm’lt, 500 ■ Citation for Letters of Dismission from Guard’p, 3 25 Legal Bequirements; Sales of Land and Negroes by Administrators, Exec utors or Guardians, are required, by law, to be held on the First Tuesday in the month, between the hours ot ten in the forenoon and three in the afternoon, at the Court-house door of the county in which the property is situate. Notices of these sales must be given in a pub ; lie Gazette, forty days previous to the day of sale. Notices for the sale of Personal Property must be given ! at least tea days previous to the day of sale. Notices to Debtors and Creditors of an estate, must be published forty days. Notice that application will be made to the Court oi Ordinary, for leave to sell Lund or Negroes, must be pub lished weekly for two months. Citations for Letters of Administration, must be pub lished thirty days —for Dismission from Administration monthly, six mouths —lor Dismission irom Guardianship, forty days. Rules for Foreclosure of Mortgage must be published ( monthly, for four months —-for compelling titles from Ex* j ecutors or Administrators, where a bond has been issued j by the deceased, the full space of three months. Publications will always be continued according I to these, tho legal requirements, unless otherwise or dered. JOHN A. DRS. COE &. LATIMER would inform their friends and patients that one of the firm will constantly remain in Greenesboro’, and that the other will he found in the following places at the times specified below : White Plains, from March Ist to March 141 h. Mount Zion, “ “ 15th to “ 28lh. Oxford. “ April 12th to April 25th. Penfield, “ “ 2tith to May 9th. As this time table will be strictly adhered to. ihose who call early will be most likely to receive attention. Feb 25th, 1858 The firm of j. m. bowler & 00. is this day dissolved by mutual consent. Wm. B. Reals retiring. The business will be continued by J. M. Bowles at the same, stand, where lie will keep, at all times, a full supply qf Family Groceries , and will be ready and willing ‘to serve big friends at very Short Pro fits for the CA&jl. J. M. BOWI.ES, Feb 25 WM. B. SEALS. JUST RECEIVED! A Large Stock of Family Groceries 1 CONSISTING OF All Grades Sugar and Coflee; Fine Syrups and Molasses ; Good Apple Vinegar; Rico; Nos. 1, 2 and 3 Mackerel; A large lot of Hydraulic Candles, which can be bought exceedingly low ; A variety of Pickles ; Maccaroni; Sago ; Currants ; Raisins and Candies ; Table Salt; Soda; Pepper and Spices ; Chewing and Smoking Tobacco ; Pipes ; Any quality of a Cigar ; Large, lot of Jar Snuff; All qualities of Soap; Drugs and Patent Medicines ; Perfumery—a choice lot. By way of remark, I would say to the citizens and vi- j cinity of Penfield, that I ant giving this business my un divided attention; and if they will give me a liberal pa tronage, I will save them the TROUBLE and EX j PF ( N§E us going farther. ’ Penfield, Ga. March 9, 1857. J. M. BOWLES. LOST OR STOLEN. • ALL persons are forewarned against.trading for the fallowing notes; A note on Wm F Luckic. for Seventeen Dollars and Forty Cents, dated in April or May last, and due the twenty fifth December thereaf ter ; one on Wm Moore for Twelve Dollars and Twen ty-five Cents, dated in May or June last, and due the twenty.fifth December thereaiter; one on David Phelps of Hancock county for Twenty Dollars, dated in March last and due from'date ; and one on John Mitchell of Mount Zion for Seventeen Dollars Twelve and a-hall cents, dated in April last, and due the twenty-fifth of December thereaiter. The above notes were made payable to the subscriber 1 as guardian of free boys Jerry and Ben ; and the ma- j kefs of the same are requested to make payment to no person except mvsclf or my order. THOMAS D. SANFORD, j Greenesboro’, March 4, 1858. Atlanta Medical College, rpHE Fourth Course of LECTURES in J_ this Institution, will commence on the Ist Monday fjt Afay next, and continue four months. Faculty! H. W. BE 0 WN, Ml > Professor of Anatomy ; JOHN IF. JONES, MD Prof of Principles and Prac tice of Medicine ; i IP. F. WES TAIOR ELAND, AID Professor of Prin ciples and Practice of Sureery ; THOMAS S. POWELL, Al D Professor of Obstetrics and Diseases of Women and Children ; ALEX. MEANS, M D Professor of Chemistry and Pharmacea ; JOSEPH P. LOGAN, AID Professor of Physiology avd General Pathology ; J. G. WESTMORELAND, AID Professor of Materia Aledica arid Aledical Jurisprudence ; T. C. 11. WILSON > AfD Demonstrator of Anatomu. Foes: For the Course of Lectures..., $lO6 00 Matriculation. B 00 Dissecting Ticket (token once) 10 00 Graduation 25 00 * The increased facilities in the departments of Anato my, Surgery and Chemistry, afforded by ample and well adapted rooms in the New College Building, make these branches of study much more entertaining than hereto fore. The Dissecting Room, situated in the upper story of the building, and furnished with skylight, will be opened and supplied with sound and inoffensive subjects by the 15th of April. Good board can be had in the city at B'.! to 4 per week- For further information address kprti l4t* J. G. WESTMORELAND, Dean. HE SUBSCRIBER IS WOW OPENING a nice stock of Spring and Summer Goods, to which the attention of the citizens of Penfield and vloinity is respectfully invited. The styles ofthe pea son are unusually handsome and prices very reasonable. An early call will be highly appreciated. Penfield, March 25th W>r. B. SEALS. Fresh cranberries and currants! March 25 J. M. BOWLES. ORANGES AND LEMONS. March 25 J. M. BOWLES. NOTICE. —The copartnership heretofore exist ing between THOMAS MILLER AND JAMES F. HALL, under the style of MILLER & IIALL, by mutual consent, has been this day dissolved. The notes and accounts due the firm are in the hands of F. C. Fil ler, Esq- for adjustment. • *'• ‘ ‘ s * Greenesboro’, March 20th, 1858. *” THOMAS MILLER. March 25-3 t. JAMES H. HALL., THE WEEKLY ’ CHRONICLE & SENTINEL,, PUBLISHED AT AUGUSTA, OA. IS THE LARGEST AND BEST LARGEST AND BEST LARGEST AND EE>T LARGEST AND BEST - PAPER IN THE STATE. PAPER IN THE STATE. PAPER IN THE STATE. PAPER IN THE STATE. ‘ IN EVERY NUMBER IN EVERY NUMBER IN EVERY NUMBER IN EVERY NUMBER WE CTVE THE READER WE GIVE THE READER WE GIVE THE READER i XVE GIVE THE READER THREE TO FIVE TIMES j As much Reading Matter as is contained in the ordinary Weekly Papers of the South, consisting of INTERESTING STORIES AND TALES, j INTERESTING STORIES AND TALES, INTERESTING STORIES AND -RALES INTERESTING STORIES AND TALES, 1 MARKET REPORTS, MARKET REPORTS, 4 MARKET REPORTS, MARKET REPORTS, * i LATEST NEWS AT HOME AND ABROAD. LATEST NEWS AT HOME AND ABROAD, LATEST NEWS AT HOME AND ABROAD, LATEST NEWS AT HOME AND ABROAD, | Arc. &c. Ac. The Weekly Chronicle &, Sentinel, devoted to I POLITICS, NEWS AND MISCELLANEOUS IN- i | TELLIGENCE, is issued every Wednesday morning, | j contains the LATEST NEWS received by Mail and | | Telegraph up to Twelve O’clock Tuesday Night, j ’ and is mailed lo subscribers by the earliest trains from j I this citv, at TWO DOLLARS A YEAH, IN ADVANCE. TRI-WEEKLY PAPER, $4.00, DAILY PAPER, $7.00. Letters should be addressed to W. S. JONES, Augusta, Go. ] %:£’ Specimen copies sent free when desired. April 15, 1858 1858 SPRING TRADE. 1858! i CHOICE FAMILY DRY GOODS! Augusta, Georgia. <*•►► BROOM & NORRELL would invite attention to their large and elegant stock of SPRING AND SUMMER GOODS, which they are now displaying at their C3Doa® comprising everything of the latest and most elegant styles in LADIES’ DRESS GOODS. EMBROIDERIES, LACE MANTILLAS, 3E3K jmh. mr sc §m 9 HOOP SKIRTS of every style manufactured ; Jl OOPS of every kind ; DUSTERS —a large assortment ; IRISH LINENS, of our own importation ; French, Eng. and American PRINTS, GINGHAMS, Ahtslins, Challies, Bereges, Hosiery, Gloves, J'urni ture. Brilliants. Jaconets, Cambrics, J)’ Urges, (f-c.tfc. ALSO, All the best makes of Domestics, Housewife goods, Linen Darnasl, Sheetings. Pillow Linens and Cottons, Doyles. Towellings, Dimities, A-c. A-c. making up one of the best storks, of ever offered in this market, and embracing all of those styles most higijy prized by good housekeepers. And as ours is tho only house in the city that invari ably adheres to tha A g ~ ~ is we would call particular attention to this feature of our trade, and?ask all to consider its advantages: ft guar antees to the BUYER the lowest market prices, because it forces the SELLER down to tho smallest sum he can afford to take for his goods; and of course, BARGAINS cannot be expected from any other mode of doing busi ness. .7 o Please notice that we rigidly adhere to ONE PRlCE—that price we guarantee to be as low as the. lowest, and that we never resort to the trick of BAITING. April 15, 1858 J. F. T RU MPLER, GUN AND LOCKSMITH, j AND MANUKA CTUftER OF DOUBLE AND SINGLE SHOT GUNS, j ALSO, REPAIRING OF GUNS, KEYS, Ac. &c. ! jaeALL WORK charge on work sent. ; J. H. SNELLINGS, Agent, Aug. 6, 1857. —ly. Greenesboro, Ga. j Dr. W. L. M. HARRIS, to the good citizens of Pen wO field and vicinity, for the liberal confidence, and encouragement given him, respectfully contin i ues a tender of his professional services to them. l)r. R. J. Massey, his former partner in the practice, ‘ will, with pleasure, attend any call, at any time, that j ; may be made while Dr, H. is professionally engaged i ! and cannot be obtained. March 11,1858 j | 11. WILLIAMS, | Commission Merchant, ATLANTA, GA. ORDERS for BACON. LARD, FLOUR, and all kind? of UP-COUNTRY PRODUCE, are respect fully solicited,and will be promptly filled at the lowest market prices, for Cash. Jan. 14, 1858. ly. ALL persons are forewarned against trading for a note of $53 00, held by Franklin Moore against myself. The considerations for which the note was givcp having failed. 1 decline paving it. ’ April 8, 1858 W. W. DURHAM. BACON ! BACON! A tine lot of Tennessee cured Bacon, for sale by J. M. BOWLES. March 18, 1858 Stop in Time.—Young man, you who take your glass of grog, because it is fashionable, accept a warning of your danger and stop in time. The custom is fraught with danger, and so sure as you J persist in it, so sure you will become a slave tothe bottle. You may think there is no danger of this —ytliat you aye so strong within yourself that you , can stop at any point upon the road to ruin and I retrace your step with ease. Deluded man, you I may see your error when it is too late; for there is a point upon the dangerous road beyond which lew have ever returned, and these few have per formed the feat with superhuman struggles. You can break the habit now —its fetters are not riv et ted as yet, and now is the time to break loose ! from a custom which will inevitably ruin you if ! you persist in its practice. You are strong enough now to stop, and you peril your life and soul by risking the gathering danger any longer. Your helpless weakness will come upon you in an hour when you least expect it. You will be in the midst of a debauching revel, and gaunt danger | will suddenly stand out before you, and you will then feel your helplessness and want of power to grapple with a curse the most afflictive that ever I scourged humanity. Stop in time. —Npiritof the \ Age. ! Effects of Encouragement.—The celebrated Benjamin West related that his mother once kissed him eagerly when he showed her a likeness ! he had sketched of his baby sister ; he adds, 1 “That kiss made me a painter.” THE ADOPTED ORGAN OF ALL THE TEMPERANCE ORGANIZATIONS IN THE STATE. PENFIELD, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, APRIL 22, 1858. ! f V. J J By . E. Bryan. ’ IMITATORS. EVERY author of genius and originality lias his host of imitators—faint reflections of a star 1 on a tremulous wave—satellites revolving around the great primary, borrowing a feeble portion of its brilliancy. Since Tbackary and Dickens have i been the rage in England, one cannot pick up a story-book without meeting with their style—the faults faithfully copied, but sadly wanting the j genius and grace of the original. Elizabeth i Browning has given rise to a school of metaphys ical poets, who imitate the word-twistings and irregularity of their model, without redeeming ( their productions with a spark of her strong ancj subtle intellect. Alice Carey writes simple pastoral poems, _#nd , her imitators give Us silly nonsense. Fanny Fern dashes off her brilliant, pathetic or satirical par agraphs, and forthwith we are favored with a flood of coarse wit, clumsy attempts at sprightli ; ness and slang phrases more numerous than Fan j ny’s, and more objectionable, because they have | not her vivacity to redeem them. 31. B. BLUE STOCKINGS. THERE is nothing so ludicrous, and at the same time so provoking, as the popular idea of ; female writers, (eomplimentarily called blue stockings,) to assume that, because a woman i wields a pen occasionally, she must necessarily do j nothing else; that she sits ■ ** From morn till noou, from noon till dewy eve,” in an ink-stained dressing gown, with a pen be hind her ear and her eyes in a “ line freiuy roll ing,’’ while domestic duties vainly demand her attention, and the mending-basket overflows with threadbare linen and heelless hose. The idea is simply absurd. Men are usually far more indulgent towards : female writers than their own sex are, for there ; is a spirit of generous chivalry and gallantry in | heront in them all; but women 1 Heaven bless my own gentle sex! Notwithstanding their rep utation as angels, there is no quality in their na tures more lamentably wanting—for each other. 1 Plenty of indulgence they have for the other sex; very lenient are they to the frailties of broad cloth; very blind to their short comings; but let the offender chance to be a woman ; let one of their own gender dare to step from the beaten track and show a soul not confined to gossip and buttonholes, and they are down upon them like a flock of harpies. “ Excuse me,” said a lady to me the other day —one of those mincing, cat-like feminines, who | conceal the claws of their feline nature beneath the ermine of a meek smile and a purring voice, “ Excuse me, but I really can’t see how a woman can attend to her other duties and write too; / j could not find time, I am sure.” Find time? My dear madam, did you never hear of such a thing as economy of tin... ? While you and your gossip were so earnestly engaged in clawing to pieces the reputation of your next door neighbor, that your knitting dropped idly on your knees, 1 “found time” to scribble off several pages of foolscap; while your daughter sat cutting holes in linen for the purpose of sewing them up again, or indolently lolled back on the sofa reading a trashy specimen of “yellow-cov ered literature,” or debating the momentous ques tion of tucks or flounces for her summer berege, I composed a paragraph and a poem ; and while you were both lying “in dead oblivion,” losing ; the sweetest hours of the witching night, 1 have ; transcribed the whole, and am ready on the mor row to renew acquaintance with the needle. : But then the profit! Aye, madam; which is 1 most profitable, the scandal-seasoned discussion \ of your neighbor’s affairs, which entertained your f morning visitor, or a sketch illustrative of human j life, and inculcating a moral lesson ? Madam* j oisselle’s reflections on tucks and flounces, and I her sensless embroidery of pantalets, that are ! never seen, or if they were, are far prettier plain, ‘ or a liymn to the Beautiful, gushing from a j heart thrilling with adoration of Him who made j the earth so fair a temple? j Oh madam! madam! the same blue sky bends i over us all, the same watchful love protects us, j the same bond should hind us all in one common | sisterhood—the silver cord of Charity: ; “ But alas ! for the rarity Os rhristian charity Under the sun.” M. 6. ! t iTT would be really refreshing to meet with a X genuine hoy of the old stamp/’ says Mr. Yeazey of the Crusader in one of his graceful edi torials. The sight is rare, indeed, but the race iis not yet extinct; for no later than last summer, | clear Editor, I met with a boy of the old-fashioned j stamp—a simple-hearted, chivalrous boy, between i whose rosy lips a whiskey sling or a cigar had never found its way; who could blush like a girl I at a vulgar jest, and was yet fearless, because of j conscious rectitude"; who regarded the aged with : that mixture of tenderness and reverence so ’ touching in youth; who spoke with affection of ! his father and sisters: and yet, more than all, ! who never mentioned the name of his absent ; mother without a softness in his tones, and a | moisture gathering in his eyes; a hoy whose clear, j honest face confirmed his simple “yes” and “no” ■ without the aid of oaths to render them emphatic, and who, with health-embrowned cheeks, white ; neck, unchoked by stiff cravats, rouud-a-bout , j jackets, instead of long-tail coats, and brown 1 j curls unsoaked by rancid liair oil, was as ditt’er i ent in appearance from the miniature men you ,’ describe sis their boastful swagger, coarse conver sation and conceited air, was unlike his boyish grace, artless manner and thoughtful courtesv. dictated by natural kindness of heart. He was spending his vacation in the country, . i and we were frequently together during my 1 month’s visit to that beautiful, quiet mansion in ” the midst of one of the lovlicst neighborhoods in ? the “ land of flowers.” I had gone there, heart sick, world-wearied, full of bitterness and discon* tent, longing for nothing hut perfect quiet and 8 ilitude. I came hack with renewed energy, with calmer pulse and serener, happier views of life - ! ! His senior as I was, in years, in knowledge and worldly wisdom, I learned from that boy lessons 1 I shall not forget while I live. There was some ’ thing so fresh in his young feelings, so beautiful in his earnest, loving, trustful nature, that I could not help sympathising with his youthful dreajns and aspirations. 1 I had never before found companionship so charming? He was my eopatant swort, and I never wflOOdd of listening 19 him, • we tvde to* gether through the soft twilight, or sat—his hand in mine—beneath the summer moonlight in the vine-wreathed portico, talking of his home, of his sisters and of his hopes for tho future. There was a charm in the dewy freshness of his thoughts for one so blase as 1 was, and I could not find it in my heart to chill his simple trust or repress his youthful enthusiasm. It was” beautiful to see his eye kindle and his cheek flush when he spoke of the future. Who would have marred those innocent day dreams, or thrown the incubus of doubt upon the glorious vigor which youth feels in the conscious ness of its own strength ! But the hoy was no mere dreamer. There was no sickly sentimentalism in his nature. lie worked all day from choice, during his summer vacation in the garden and potato field, and came in to his meals, fresh and rosy from his cool ablu tions, with a hearty and healthful appetite. He played ball and marbles on the grass beneath the mulberry trees, and wound silk for us fem inines on heart-shaped bits of card that he him self had fashioned. He was gentle even in his mirth, and yet, there was a light in his eye that told of spirit and independence, and I knew by his strict adherence to his ideas of right, that he had in him the iron out of which true manhood is shaped and fashioned— the power to resist.. I never before saw in one so young such fixed prin ciples of right and wrong, and his simple “my mother told me so,” revealed whose hand had implanted them. I studied that boy as I would have read some beautiful poem, and yet there was nothing strik ing or brilliant about him. Careful training by a loving, as well as a judicious hand, had aided in forming his naturally noble disposition, and a mother’s gentle influence and the charm of a pleasant fireside had restrained him from seeking those haunts of vice, the earthly Pandemoniums, whose feeted tfrmospher© reeks with poisonous fumes. God bless that fair young boy ! In after years,; when fffc seems a burden and my faith in hu- i mauity grows faint, I shall think of that stately ! country mansion of the cool groves, dim with ; shadows; of the bright young face and clear, i truthful eyes that looked up to mine; of the \ heart so pure, so hopeful, so firm in its conscien- j tious discharge of duty, so susceptible to the t sweet influences of tenderness and pity, so gentle, \ yet withal so brave, so strong with energy and healthful vigor! God bless thee, Willie Denham! I almost envy the mother whose Christian hand moulded that noble nature; and she who, in after years may win the love of that brave young heart, will indeed be blest. M. B. nay,” said a sturdy farmer of the old school to the new teacher of the neighbor hood academy—“ Leave oft the Latin and the Algebra, and all that, if you please, Mr. school master. Such as that is not a girl’s business. If she learns to read and write and cast accounts, that’s enough, I take it, for a woman to know. You’ll have the chit getting above herself, and looking down on her old parents.” “Not so, sir,” said the young teacher, depre catingly; “Such is not the effect of thorough education. Knowledge never yet unfitted a woman for the duties of life, whether social or simply domestic. Neither does it produce self conceit. That is the effect of partial, mental cul tivation ; of superficial acquirements. Give your daughter a knowledge of Mathematics, sir, and she will acquire habits of precision, of order and neatnessteach her Chemistry, and your soap will be the better for it: Botany, and the cabbage and asparagus of your garden .will show the ben eficial results of her knowledge. This i3 only a narrow, practical view of the advantages of edu cation. Its influence upon the mind and heart, sir, is paramount, strengthening and refining the intellect, enlarging the sphere of usefulness, awakening the—” “Whewl” whistled the farmer, taking bis hat from its peg; “ You’re clean out of my beat, now; I give up to your logic: have it your own way; but hark ye! my little girl, let’s have no “parley vooing” where I can hear you; our mothre-tongue is good enough for an old-fashioned fellow 7 like me.” In spite of his roughness, the Muff old farmer had a warm heart beneath that substantial vest, and he had seen the flushed cheek of his daugh ter and the eager look in her beautiful eyes, as she raised them to the animated face of her teacher. Notwithstanding his prejudices against education, he could not withstand that look, though he still doubted the necessity of a woman’s knowing Latin and Algebra. But the young teacher was right. Thorough education never yet unfitted a woman for the practical duties of life. Nay, it is by mental dis cipline and cultivation that she is qualified to act well her part in the relations of daughter, wife and mother. And in the increased capacities of enjoyment, in the enlarged sphere of thought and the new channels for active usefulness which knowledge opens to woman, she finds an effect ual cure for that restlessness of spirit, that dis content and fretful repining at her contracted sphere, which so often mars the liarmony of her life. When Bonaparte asked of Madame do Stael in what manner he could best promote the happi ness of Fritfiijra, she answered with political wis dom, “By educating the mothers of the French people.’* In the enslaved kingdoms of the East, where the will of a despot is law, women arc regarded as mere toys—playthings to amuse tho leisure hours of their masters —refused all intellectual privileges—denied even the possession of a soul. The tyrant knows well that in the weakness and ignorance of the mothers of his slaves lies the safety of the throne lio sits upon. To dissemi nate the seeds of knowledge, would be to sow the dragon’s teeth which should spring up into a harvest of armed men and cause him to tremble for his power ; for liberty and enlightenment walk hand in hand. Physical strength and cour age may cause revolution, but intellect alone can erect and support tho fair structure of civil lib erty, upon the ruins of despotism. Thus, into the •barge of woman aro given the destinies of na tions ; for, that a country may produce heroic men, it is necessary to render the womfm of the nation fit mothers of heroes. M. B. A Miss Pellet proposes to forward to California a consignment of five thousand marriageable girls from the New England States. They are to be consigned to the various divisions of the Sons of Temperance* who are to provide tot thcil WSDte .•husband Included. IN VAIN. BY MARY E. BRYAX. In smiles the April day goes by, And long-and cool the shadows lie, While sunset’s crimson cup brims o'er. And floods the lake and silent shore, And meadows with a roseate glow, The liawthorne hedge is all abloom, The rose glows through its leafy gloom, While, trembling in each verdant plume. The pines bend to the coming breeze, Fresh from its rovings o’er the seas. Why at the window dost thou stand— Thy fair cheek leaning on thy hand— j Thy dark eyes moist with unshed tears. And all the hopeless grief of years, In the sad smile thy pale lip wears t Look up! it is not w'ell to brood In such a bitter, gloomy mood. Look up! and 9ee how calm and fair. 1 The world before thee lying there— The purple clouds and rose-tinged air. List! from his nest beneath the eves, The wood-bird’s song thrills through the leaves. Wakes it no echo in thy heart ? Do no dear olden memories start, Whose smile may bid the cloud depart if Oh! Nature’s voice, sweet and wild, Are dearer music to her child Than tones of human sympathy, And sorrowing hearts instinctive fly To her kind shades and pitying sky. Then in this light of purple even, Beneath the bright o’er arching haven Come forth, and watch the stars awaka And tremble in yon silver lake. Where the light wavelets rise and break. Conte, I will twine thy loosened hail With meadow’ lilies, sweet and fair, And tears of joy thine eyes shall fill, While gazing on the twilight still, And holy thoughts thy bosom thrill, For then thy poet soul shall wake, As winds arouse the sleeping lake, And thou elialt stand, as once we stood, Rapt in a wild, poetic mood By the lone stream within the wood. Ha! now thou startest; that light word Thy soul’s deep hidden fount has stirred, And other, wilder memories brood Around the twilight solitude Os that lone stream and haunted wood. And has it come to this? Oh! well, I guess the tale thou wilt not tell. I never dreamed that form of tliineT- That soul of genius half divine— Would bow in vain at any shrine. And so thy dreams of fame are o’er— Thy spirit, crushed to earth, no more To soar to starry realms, shall seek— And there are tears upon thy cheek— I had net deemed thy soul so weak! Forgive me! leave me not, I pray; Turn not thy sad, wet eyes away ; Lay thy poor head upon my breast; Believe me—l would be too blest To have it thus/orerer rest. Vain! vain! for thee this peaceful eve, The glory of the earth and Heaven. Not all the lakes that dreaming lie Beneath the radiant sunset sky, Can break the spell of memory. Thomasville., WOMAN'S POETRY. POETRY is of two different kin d&—the poetry of imagination and that of feeling—the one emanating from the intellect, the other from the heart—the one brilliant with rhetorical beauty, with the treasures of fancy, of learning and pro found thought; the other rich with sympathy, and warm with passion and feeling. The first is rare, and estimated highly as most rare things are: the other common as the love of music. The first class finds its admirers in those ele gant scholars who have made criticism a study; who have thoroughly imbued their minds with the cold, stately literature of the classics ; men in whom the affections are made subservient to the intellect; philosophers who have schooled their heart and repressed its natural instincts. But the other species of poetry —the poetry of sentiment—finds worshippers in the great mass of mankind. Appealing as it does to the heart, it needs no critical taste, no high degree of men tal polish to be appreciated. Every heart that has known love, or sorrow, or jealousy, or des pair, and has not outlived their memory, must thrill when the chords of feeling are touched by the hand of genius. Accordingly, we find thous ands turning away from the intellectual poetry of Milton, Wordsworth and Pope, to Byron, Shelly, Miss Hemans, Mrs. Norton and others, , “ Who have been cradled into poetry by wrong, And learned in suffering what they taught in song. What wonder that it should be so! Only an artistic year can appreciate the splendid sym phonies of Beethoven; but a simple, pathetic ballad can draw tears from the eyes of a nation. To read the “Paradise Lost” and “II Penseroso” of Milton, is like wandering through the ice pal ace of the Rusian Empress, where all is stately, magnificent and cold. To peruse the heart-warm lines of Felicia Hemans is like entering the fam iliar home of some dear friend, where everything around—books, music, flowors, remind you of the absent occupant; where the air seems still warm with his breath, and tokens of his recent presence linger, like fragrance where the flower has bloomed. This poetry of sentiment belongs almost exclu sively to women. The heart is their sphere. They write from the dictates of feeling, racier than from the impulse of genius or the promt ings of ambition. Their poetry is of a personal nature. It is not a mirror of the world, but the reflection of their own hearts. And besides, though not of universal application, there is much truth in the assertion, “That no happy woman ever became a writer.” There may, indeed, be a few, whose pen keeps, tirno with the joyous beat ings of their hearts, who write as the birds sing, becauso their souls are overflowing with happi ness ; but most frequently it is not until her af fections have been outraged, the fires on her household hearth trampled out by fate, her love turned to bitterness, her confidence to distrust, her self-abnegation unappreciated and her sensi tive spirit tortured almost to madness, that woman turns for consolation to her genius. And then she brings into the field of poetry the whole force and power of her strong, earnest, womanly intel lect. < Earth l*aa no music like the tones With w hich the heart-strings break.” It is no marvel, then, that these “broken mel odies” should haunt tho soul like memories of a mother’s cradle-hymn; for tho spell of feeling is in them; the writer has experienced all to which her genius gives utterenee. Sorrow has given her the key to the human heart—the “ open Sesame” of sympathy. Suffering grows sublime as she be trays it; love is exalted and tho harp of poesy thrills as her hand sweeps its strings with a power that awakes an answering echo in every soul. Thus Efts it ever been, and so long as the great heart of humanity throbs with passionate emo tion ; so long as love is the priest of its alter, and grief and jealousy and disp&ir wait on love, will the poetry of sentiment— woman’s poetry—-be read *4 responded to by thousands. X. ft. EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. VOL. XXIV. NUMBER 15 CHILD ANGELS. BY MARY E. BRYAK. Oh! where are they who came in their young beauty-- Earth visitants who ope’d their wistful eyes, , Pleading for love from all, ’til love 9eemed duty, And ’round the heart were gathered deathlesstiSf Oh ! where are they, who lay upon our bosoms Fluttering their tiny hands about our heart— Who came to our lon r ‘ homes like early blossoms That bloom an April day and then depart? The unfledged birds that from the nest maternal, Ere they had learned to trill the songs of earth, Have soared away into a flight eternal And left a shadow on the lonely hearth. Who faded in their life’s bright, morning hour, Ere time had dimmed their ringlet’s paly gold. Closing their blue eye, like that azure flower Whose petals at the rising sunbeams fold. When death haA stilled the lisping tones forever— The broken music learned in Paradise— And human tears and earthly love may never Call back the sunshine to the smileless eyes. Where go they then? Oh! to what shore transplanted Bloom the sweet buds so cherished here on earth, Whose memory long, like lingering fragrance haunted The lonely hearts and homes that gave them birth? Not in the church-vard, where the green earth-billows Mark where the dead are lain 4o dreamless rest; Not in the tiny mounds, beneath the willows With pale anemones upon their breast. But in the fields of light, beside the river That rolls through pastures green its waves of gold, The white-robed angels watch and guard forever The cherished lambs, strayed from our earthly fold, And seraphs sing to sleep our own lost darlings. Why grieve we then that vacant is the nest ? For safe from storms the little, unfledged starlings Fold their young wings upon the Savior’s brsast. Tkomatville. ! NmmmmMAfc j —— The Flowers of the Forest The Flowers of the Forest were gladsome and gwn When the spirit of summer reigned over the scene, And lightly they smiled at the dawning of day When the sunbeams came kissing their dew-drops away. The Flowers of the Forest, how gladly they seem’d To rejoice in the warmth when the God of Day beam’d! They exultingly smiled, as if trying to say, “On whom will our dreamings be melted away?” The Flowers of the Forest, when daylight had fled To its couch in the occau, its foam-pillowed bed, Were courted by fairies, beneath the moon’s light, There was joy lor those Flow’rs in the star-studdsd night. Thn Flowers of the Forest were woo’d by the blast, Like the spirit of death o’er their beauty it pass’d; They bent —they were conquer’d—they sank on their bed— Ofil the Flowers of the Forest are withered and dead. R. D. N. The Spanish government has ordered a large bronze statute of Queen Isabel to be cast at Paris. ■■ ■ ii A fine sarcophagus has been placed in the chttroh of Rueil, to enshrine the ashes of Queen Hortense who sleeps on one side of the altar, the Empress Josephine having her resting-place opposite. The nuuiber of Cardinals at the present time is sixty: two were created by Pope Leo XII, twenty-six by Pope Gregory XVI., thirty-two by Tope Plus IX. A Virtuous Young Lady.—We heard a young lady the other day declaring with the utmost PO3- itiveriess that “she never would.” What? Mar ry a man with read hair? Nor waltz with a wine bottle or promenade with a tobacco box? No. “That she never would in all her life writeabook unless she had something tosay!” In the midst of evil examples may she remain faithful toiler early promise.—- Life Illustrated. Nailors and Tailors.— “ John,” inquired a dominie of a hopeful pupil, “ what is a nailor ?” “A man who makes nails,’’replied Hopeful, quite readily. “ Very good. Now, what is a tailor ?” One who makes tails,” was the equally quick reply. “Oh ! you block-head,” said the dominie biting his lips: “ a man who makes tails! did you ever?” “To be sure,” quoth Hopeful; “if the tailor didn’t put tails to the coats he made, they would all be jackets!” “Ah! well! to be sure, I didn't think of that,” replied the domi nie. -- We are gratified in seeing the following state ment, reported in our recent exchanges: “ Mr. Speaker Orr is one of those temperance men who do not obtrude their principles obnox iously, yet never hesitate in enforcing them in a proper manner, or evade them for popularity. While tables of every other official dignitary who ‘received’ on New Year’s day, were covered with foaming bowls and sparkling decanters, nothing ‘potent’ graced tho hospitable board of Mr. Orr. The elegant- -entertainment to which his nu merous visitors were cordially welcomed was pre pared on temperance principles.” Marriages.—Let people prate as they will, the woman was never born yet who would not cheer fully and proudly give herself and her whole des tiny into a.worthy hand, at the right time, and under fitting circumstances: that is, when her whole heart and conscience accompanied and sanctified the gift. But nia.-riage ought always to be a question not of necessity, but choice. Every girl ought to be taught that a hasty, love less union stamps upon her almost as foul dis honor as one of those connect ions which omit the legal ceremony altogether; and that, however pale, dreary and toilsome a single life may bo, unhappy married life must be ten-fold worse—an ever-haunting temptation, an incurable regret, a torment from which there is no escape but death. Baron Munchausen. —Miss Brewster (daught er of Sir David), in her “ Letters from Cannes and Nice,” says: “Baron Munchausen is at Nicel My father mot him at a picnic the other day, and heard from him the history of his celebrated namesake. One of his ancestors had a chaplain who was famous for ‘ drawing a long bow’—told, in fact; the most false and extravagant stories. His patron,. tho Baron of those days, wrote a book out-Heroding Herod, being a collection of still moro marvellous adventures for the purpose of shaming the priest; for which laudable design he was punished, by having his own ame held up to posterity as the story-teller par excellence .” This shows that it is very dangerous to lie even in jest. The Munchausens are a Hanover an fam ily- e A tlsod Maxim. Addison says a man’s first care should be to avoid the reproaches of his own heart; his next to escape the cen sures of the world. If the last interferes with the for mer, it ought to be entirely neglected; but otherwise there cannot be a greater satisfaction to an honest mind, than to see those approbations which it gives itself, sec onded by the applauses of the public. A man is more sure of his conduct when the verdict which he passes upon his own behavior is thus warranted and confirmed by the opinion of all that know him. —” •■min “, Man dies, but nature is eternal. The seasons keep their appointed time; day returns with its splendor and night with its eloquent mystery. The same stars which lit the ghastly battle-field of Troy, rough with the dead bodies of ancient heroes; which shone on the mar ble streets of imperial Rome, and on the Bad eyes of Virgil, sleepless in the living glow of inspiration—the watch fires ol the angels, which through centuries of devastation and change have still burned on unceasingly —speak to us as they did to Dante, and Shskspeerw and Milton, of the divinej glory, the oMifeteaces tb® rad Ml