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PENFIELD, GEORGIA.
L. LINCOLN YEAZEY, Editor.
THURSDAY MORNING, MAY 13,1858.
A NATION cannot, any more than an individ
ual, pursue a career ‘of wickedness and injus
tice without sooner or later incurring the penalty
of her misdeeds. The number engaged in it does
not diminish the heinousness of a crime, or in
the slightest degree relieve their responsibility.
Nor is national any less frequent than individual
wickedness. The history of the human race is
little more than a long catalogue of crimes com
mitted by governments, principalities and po w *
ers, and of the evils that have followed therefrom.
Whatever may have been the degree of their civ
ilization or the character of their institutions,
these records will abundantly sustain us in the
proposition that nations have been as vviclced as
individuals.
In the first ages of the human race, monarchy
was the only form of government known. None
entertained other than the most imperfect no
tions in regard to the nature and designs of law,
and of course justice was seldom taught or ob
tained. The sovereign was absolute in his power,
and considered the nation which he had been
born to govern about in the same light that a
man of the present would his private estate.
Whenever his interest clashed with the welfare
of his people, they had to yield. They were taxed
to support his extravagance, and the hard-earned
products of their labor wrung from them to main
tain the gorgeous parapharnalia of royal splendor.
Reposing on couches of down, and feasting on
every luxury, the groans and wailings which he
caused never reached his ear. Even the bless
ings which they were allowed to enjoy were sub
ject to the caprices of his will, and might be taken
from them at any moment; for whatever wrongs
they might suffer at his hands, their only hope of re
dress was in revolution; and in that, they might
lose what they possessed and be involved in ut
ter ruin. They were made the instruments of
accomplishing the deeds of wickedness to which
his ambition incited him. To gratify his thirst
for military fame, cruel and unjust wars were un
dertaken, and people who had never harmed
them were slaughtered and despoiled. To gain
advantages in war, the most solemn compacts
were totally disregarded. All faith in treaties
was discarded, and every means of over-reaching
an enemy considered noble and praiseworthy.
Many adopted in practice the famous saying of
the subtle Philip, that children were to be amused
with toys, but men with oaths.
As the cardinal maxims of social philosophy be
came to be better understood, other governmen
tal systems were adopted, which gave to .their
subjects more justice and security. Republics
were established and every citizen could have a
voice in choosing his rulers, and could bring them
to account for the manner in which they dis
charged their duties. But it was soon seen that
a commonwealth thus organized was not less dis
posed to be unjust, faithless and cruel towards
their neighbors than if it were controlled by a
single mind. The little States of Greece, though
punctiliously jealous of their own freedom, scru
pled not to reduce to servitude all whom by force
of arms they could subdue. The Athenians, in
duced by a desire for wealth to support their
vain-glorious splendor, fitted out an armament
against a power that had never done them a
wrong, and waged a war which brought them to
the brink of ruin. The Carthagenians disre
garded the most sacred, obligations which trea
ties could impose, until “ Punica sides” became
a synonym of faithfulness. No nation, however,
ever equalled in unblushing injustice the Roman
Republic, when an insatiable thirst for conquest
had seized that power. They could not conceal
from cotemporaries, much less from posterity,
the flimsiness of the pretexts by which they en
deavored to cloak their cruelties. Princes were
driven from their thrones merely that their wealth
might swell the public treasury. If a people
were guilty of being rich, of possessing a fertile
territory or of manifesting an independent, war
like spirit, some matter of complaint against them
was soon found, and they were reduced to servi
tude or annihilated. Whatever blessings she
might have conferred upon them when subjected
to her rule, her previous conduct toward them was
characterized by the most flagrant injustice.
Wherever Roman arms were borne, Roman tyran
ny and oppression accompanied and her cruelties
feared.
With the introduction of Christianity, anew
rule of action was established between individ
uals; but it wrought little apparent change in the
intercourse of nations. Some of the most violent
and destructive wars that ever devastated the fair
face of earth, were those which followed the down
fall of the Roman Empire, among nations of pro
fessed Christians. Many of these had a high
sense of honor, and their faith, when pledged,
was never violated. But the justness of their
cause was seldom an inciting motive for engaging
in war, and they deemed any means for carrying
it on legitimate that were efficient.
The age of discovery dawned upon the world
and opened new fields where national crimes
might be perpetrated. A large country was found
fertile in its soil, rich in mineral wealth and in-
viting in its every aspect. It was viewed as a
lawful prize which any who would, might seize.
The rights of the inhabitants to the land they
trod was never considered. Even those whom
the world called holy, deemed it a righteous task
to deprive savage infidels of blessings which they
knew not how to enjoy. With no pretext but
“the right of discovery,” they drove the poor In
dian from his wigwam, and possessed themselves
of his hunting grounds. Too proud to submit,
and too weak to resist, that once noble race of
artless savages, but fearless men, are slowly dwin
dling away, and only a melancholy remnant now
from the mountain tops of the West, “read their
destiny in the setting sun.” The deeds of valor
which they performed in defence of their homes
will never grace the measures of song, for they
had no poet. The wrongs they suffered will re
main forever untold, for their oppressors would
blush to write the record of their shame.
But this is notwithout a parallel. During the
last hundred years, the crimes which were wit
nessed by the forests of America have been re
peated with ten-fold atrocity in the lands watered
tby the Ganges and Irrawaddy. No one in Eu
rope or in this countiy will ever know the dark
* deeds of cruelty that have been committed there.
“With their lives and fortunes at the pleasure of
a mercenary soldiery or their more avaricious
officers, what chance was there for the poor Hin
doo to receive mercy or justice? It is probable
that no nation, either ancient or modern, ever
produced in the same length of time as much
human misery as have the British in India.
From a review of the world’s history, we are
forced to the conclusion that “ might is right,”
has been the maxim upon which nations have
acted; Christianity, civilization and learning have
been powerless to counteract the force of this
principle. At this day, in which men have at
tained a higher state of enlightenment than at any
former period, when a people want to do a thing
and have the power to do it, its injustice or im
morality forms but a slight hinderanee.
Ix the article “ Cncmthes Sfaibcndi,” which will
be found on Mrs. Bryan’s page, the name “ Phi
lander” should read “Philemon.” We did not
discover it until the form was on the press, and
it was too late for correction.
Mr. L. L. Andrews requests us to tender to
the citizens of ouv village and the students of the
University his most sincere thanks for the prompt
and timely efforts made to save his dwelling from
fire, near two weeks since.
The Phi Delta Society of Mercer University
will celebrate its next anniversary on Friday, the
21st inst. on which occasion an address will be
delivered by Mr. G. W. Wimberly, a regular
member of the Society. The public are most res
pectfully solicited to attend.
Peterson’s Magazine, always early in making its
appearance, is particularly so this month. The
June number is here, with its varied attractions
of illustrations, fashion-plates, elegant paterns for
all kinds of needle work and a goodly portion of
reading matter. Price, $2.00 a-year.
Blackwood’s Magazine for April has been on our
table for near a week. We notice in its list of
contents several papers, from the perusal of which
we anticipate great pleasure. The style of read
ing in this Magazine is not so heavy as that of
the reviews, yet of a much more substantial na
ture than those ephemeral monthlies that flood
our country, the highest aim of which is to pan
der to the vitiated tastes of their readers. It is pub
lished by L. Scott & Cos. New York, at $3.00 a-year;
Blackwood and the four Reviews, SIO.OO.
GEN. PELISSIER, the new French Minister at
the Court of St. James, while commandant of
the French forces in Algeria, perpetrated a piece
of cruelty which rivals in atrocity the famous
tragedy of the Black Hole in Calcutta. After the
Arab army had been defeated, some nine hun
dred fugitives took shelter in a cave, from which
it was impossible to dislodge them by the ordi
nary modes of warfare. Having repeatedly sum
moned them to surrender, and been answered
by insult, he caused the mouth of the cave to be
filled with combustible materials, which were set
on fire. When the flames had died out sufficiently
for one to enter, seven hundred were found dead.
It is said that many of the French soldiery gal
lantly rushed through the fire to save the survi
vors from a like fate. Pelissier was condemned
by the press and people of France, but promoted
by tho Government; and at Sebastopol he won
new and more unequivocally deserved laurels.
THE great error which many parents commit,
and one which all should especially guard
themselves against, is believing in the immacu
late innocence of their children. The teachings
of their own experience are unheeded. They
seem utterly oblivious of the artifices and subter
fuges to which they once resorted to conceal from
their parents that which they did not wish to be
known. With stubborn wilfulness, they close
their ears to every rumor that floats upon the
public breath, and discourage with an air of in
sulted pride the kind admonitions of friends.
They shut their eyes to the fact, which every cne
else can see plainly enough, that something more
is needed than the goodly precepts which they
faithfully give: thus closing out every means of
knowledge, apparently, witli the express design,
they remain in complete ignorance of the morals
of their, sons until they learn of their ruin in the
rum shop or gambling saloon. Then they will
declare that they know not how they could have
contracted such bad habits, as they were always
model boys in their youth.
DESPITE their professed democratic principles,
the American people manifest a most inordi
nate love of titles. Almost every person is called
by some name of honorary distinction, acquired
from an office which he has held, or might have
held, if it had been necessary. Most of these are
of a military character. Should one totally unac
quainted with our manners read a report of a pub
lic meeting, he would think from the number of
Majors and Colone’s and Generals, whose names
would figure therein, that our standing army
must be one of the largest in the world. If a
man has ever acted as an officer in a militia mus
ter, he is thenceforth never recognised by any
other address, even among his most intimate as
sociates. The civil professions borrow military
titles—there being scarce a lawyer of note in the
country v/ho is not known as “ Colonel,” or “ Gen
eral.” Every pedagogue who wields the sceptre
of authority over a score of white-headed urchins
is now a “ Profe-sor,” and the clergy numbers
almost as many “ Doctors” as tho fraternity of the
healing craft.
Did this end here, it might be considered a
piece of very ridiculous, though harmless, vanity.
But it does not; it exerts a direct and deleterious
influence on the democratic character of our in
stitutions, and the republican sentiments of our
people. We insensibly attach a peculiar impor
tance to the opinions of persons possessed of these
high-sounding titles, without recognising that the
name lias anything to do in our estimate of their
merit. Our travellers in Europe, almost without
an exception, have betrayed a great fondness for
playing the sycophant to those who have inher
ited names of distinction. Yet, with all this love
of titles, and this eager fawning of artificial no
bility, many will still assert that there is nothing
in a name.
A CORRESPONDENT of the Educational Journal
thus alludes to one of the greatest evils of
the day. His remarks are characterized by sound,
practical sense, and we give them our full indorse
ment :
While I have no objection to High Schools,
Colleges and an Education, I do not believe that
it is necessary to graduate all of our sons. We
need men to till the earth —practical men.
Whilst many good old fathers are moving Heaven
and earth to educate their sons to give them po
sition, sending them off to Colleges, moving to
towns and cities for that purpose, and incurring
heavy expense and labor; take care, take care,
that you do not sow to the wind and reap the
whirlwind. Take care that you do not feel,
whether you express it or not, like the weeping
Prophet over incorrigable Israel, “0, that my
head were water and mine eyes a fountain ol
tears, that I might weep day and night” over the
indiscretion and dissipation of my sons. Many ot
those sons would be valuable at home at work,
redeeming those old and dismal looking fields
from the sedge grass, pine bushes, briars and gul
lies. Such employment would be well calculated
to neutralize their ardor, take oft Hie wire edge,
promote mind, health and contribute much to
the sum total of the wealth and greatness ot the
country, and make of them valuable members
of society.
A Dreadful Color. —The new Azofl green of
the Paris spring-fashions, it is stated, is dyed
with such poisonous materials that seamstresses
who prick their fingers while sewing it, lose the
use of their hands and lad'es have been taken
violently ill from wearing shawls of this color.
The tint is very brilliant.
Notwithstanding this, there will doubtless be a
great rage for it in the world of fashion.
“ Alas! that bread should be so clear,
And flesh and blood so cheap.”
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The Savannah Morning News of Gth inst. says:
“ While the bills on the Georgia banks are worth
a premium in Charleston, the bills of the South
Carolina non-specie paying banks are not only
refused by the banks here, but will not pass in
trade,except at a discount.”
The Cost of a Beli,e ; —lt is a curious experi-
ment to try, to count up the pecuniary value of a
f modern (or for that matter, an ancient) belle—
; fea.tliers, furbelows and all. The following cata
logue, or price-list, shows very ludicrously what
some ladies arc worth :
I saw her dancing in the ball. Around her
snowy brow were set twenty-five hundred dollars;
such would have been the answer of any jeweler
to the question, “What are those diamonds?” —
With the gentle undulation of her bosom there
rose and fell exactly one hundred and fifty-two
dollars, fifty cts. The sum wore the guise of a
brooch of gold and enamel. Her fairy form was
invested in fifty dollars, represented by a slip of
lilac satin ; and this was overlaid by one hundred
and fifty dollars more in two skirts of white lace.
Tastefully down each side of the latter were three
dollars, which so many bows of purple ribbon had
com§ to. The lower margins of the skirts were
edged with fifty-five additional dollars, the value
of some eight yards of silver fringe a quarter of a
yard in depth. Her taper waist, taking zone and
clasp together, I calculated to he confined by one
hundred and fifty dollars. Her delicately rounded
arms, the glove of spotless kid being added to
.the gold bracelet which encircled the little wrist
may be said to have been adorned with one hun
dred and eleven dollars thirty-seven cts., and
putting the silk and satin at the lowest figure, I
should say she wore three dollars thirteen cts. on
her feet. Thus altogether was this thing of light,
this creature of loveliness, arrayed from top to
toe, exclusive of little sundries, in three thousand
two hundred and twenty-five dollars.
A High-priced husband. —In the city of
New York a jury in the Common Pleas
awarded a widow woman named Warner, $3,500
damages against a Mr. Wolf, for causing the
death of her late husband. Wolf bad ordered
his coachman to throw the snow from his house
in 26tli street, and a Mr. Warner, who was pass
ing by, received the falling shower on his head,
killing him instantly.
If this should become the established price of
the Article in New York, we imagine quite a
number would be gladly disposed of; at any rate,
their better-halves ought to be glad to obtain
such a price.
It is a great pity there cannot be some plan
adopted by which woman could command such
prices as this for their husbands all over the
country, for very many stand but a poor chance
of ever being benefitted by them in any other
way. If rail roads, steamboats and other public
conveyances could pay the widow and orphans
five or ten thousand, it would be a great blessing
to the country for about one-fourth of the “bet
ter-halves” to meet with “melancholy accidents.”
Cooper's Mills, near Carnesville, were con
sumed by fire one niclit last week.
The dwelling house, kitchen and smoke house
of Rev. John Crawford near Cassville, were de
stroyed by fire on Tuesday morning last.
It is stated that the subscription of Italy and
England for Orsini’s family exceeds a million of
francs.
The Mississippi river, and many of its tributaries,
are reported as falling at the last accounts.
The Picayune says that the health of New Or
leans is excellent. Glad to hear that she is
well.
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The grasshoppers are making fearful depreda
tions in Western Texas. It is also said that they
have appeal’d in swarms in some parts of lowa.
“Do you drink hale in America?” asked a
cockney. “No, we drink Thunder and Lightning!”
said the Yankee.
Thalberg’s concerts.liave'been the most success
ful ever given in this country. His last tour in
the South netted over SIO,OOO profit in less than
three months.
The lectures in the University of Virginia were
resumed on the Ist of May. There were three
hundred and seventy-five students in attendance.
Hon J. J. Gilchrist, the presiding Judge of
the U. S. Court of Claims, died in Washington,
on the 29th ult. in the forty-ninth year of his age.
The deceased was an eminent lawyer, and form
erly Chief Justice of New Hampshire. Judge
Loring, of Mass., it is said, will probably be his
successor.
The national debt of Mexico is said to be one
hundred and twenty-nihe million dollars, without
the floating debt.
Jules Gerard, the great lion killer has just left
paris on a hunting excursion with a company of
pussian noblemen. They are going to the moun
tains of Africa.
San Francisco is supplied with ice from Sitka,
in Russian America, as New Orleans is with the
same article from Boston. The trade has been
in progress some time, and grows in amount
steadily. There is also a limited export of ice
from the same place for ports south of San Fran
cisco.
The productive industry of Franee is estimated
at nearly three thousand millions of francs, an
nually. Cotton manufactures forming one-sixth
of this, woolen the next in importance, third
hemp and flax, fourth leather, and fifth silk.
An Irishman who was very near-sighted, about
to fight a duel, insisted that he should stand six
praces nearer his antagonist than the other did
to him, and that they were both to fire at the
same time.
A sensitive young lady warns all girls in the
south and west to look out for her runaway hus
band, Sam. Thinks he may be easily discovered:
for she says,
“Sam has a reel scar on his nose, where I
scratched him ?’
The theatres of Boston will open on Saturday
evenings hereafter, the Legislature having re
pealed the law which kept them closed a l , that
time.
The returns of the Bank of France for March,
exhibit an increase in Paris of 35,000,000 of francs
and in the country branches 10,000,000 of francs.
The San Jose Tribune estimates the popula
tion of California at 597,000. The estimate is
based upon the returns of the local assessors. Os
this population 332,250 are Americans, 30,500
Chinese, 15,000 French, 15,000 Mexicans, 10,000
Irish, 2,000 English and about 4,000 colored per
sons.
Con version of an Actress—Her Experience.—
The Boston Bee says that Miss Lucy Hamilton,
an English actress, performing on- the Boston
boards, has been converted, and lately treated a
prayer meeting to a touch of her “ experience” as
follows:
“ She was going home from the theatre one
night with her sister, also an actress, and while,
passing a church was attracted by hearing some
one exhorting in a loud voice. After a while she
went in ; her sister would not. The next night
not being cast in a play, she visited the church
instead of the theatre. Her heart was moved.
She became convinced that she was a great sin
ner ; that the theatre was a bad place ; that it
was her duty to abandon the stage. This thought
haunted her ceaselessly. She continued to play
for a while, but her heart was not in her vocation.
At length her mind became so much disturbed
that she left the theatre and “ sought peace in
Christ.” She destroyed her stage wardrobe and
eschewed Shakspeare and Bourcicault. Her
friends endeavored to convince her that she was
foolish, and all that; but to no effect. She per
severed and finally found peace. Since then she
has been “a happy woman ;” and advises every
body to follow her example. Duringher remarks
she took occasion to express an opinion that a
theatre was an exceedingly bad place—in fact,
no other than “the gateway to hell.” She knew
whereof she spoke, and feelingly warned her
hearers not to attend them. The influence of the
theatre, she felt sure was baneful to the morals
and piety of a people, and none could attend the
one and have the other. She closed testifying to
the satisfaction and peace there is in a religions
life.
frWAt the meeting of the Board of Directors of
the Farmers’ and Exchange Bank, held in Charles
ton on Tuesday, Wm. M. Martin, Esq. was elected
President.
j hundred delegates have been appointed
to represent Savannah in the Southern Commer
cial Convention to be held in Montgomery next
week.
On Lake Oxtary. —The following production
is by the “pcic” of the Boston Post:
Green are thy waters, green as bottle glass,
Behold ’em stretched thar;
Fine Muskolonges and Oswego bass
Is chiefly ketched thar.
Wunst the red Injuns thar tuck thar delights,
Fisht, fit, and bled ;
Now most of the inhabitants is whites,
With nary red.
I’ve lived so long in doubt and fear,
The girls now fly like timid deer ;
When I asked Kate to"be my bride,
She laughed as tho’ she’d split her side.
The business conversation is a very serious mat
ter. There are men that it weakens one to talk
with an hour, more than a day’s fasting would
do.
Sermon of a Quaker. —My friend, bridle thy
tongue, to enable thee to remain quiet; mind
thine own business, and thee will not have much
time to attend to that of others, and thee will
have many fiiends and few enemies.
Orson Hyde, one of the Mormon apostles, boasts
that if he lives ten years and thrives as he lias
been thriving, he will have “sons enough to
make a regiment by themselves.”
Sheridan said, beautifully,—‘Women govern
us; let us render them perfect; so much the more
they are enlightened the more shall we be. On
the cultivation of the mind of women depends
the wisdom of men. It is by women that nature
writes on the hearts of men.’
Official documents have been discovered in
Canton, in which it appears that Yell, during the
short period of three months, put to death no
less than the enormous number af 20,000 human
beings. This is a fact beyond doubt, the docum
ents taken showing the names and for what they
were executed. *
The Chinese have a proverb : “ The greatest
liar is he who talks most of himself.” Such men
are not only rogues, but fools, for they are always
suspected (f the secret practice of vice when they
make a great public flourish of virtue.
Industry is Talent.— We often hear persons
explaining how one man fails in business, while
another meets with success in the same pursuit,
attriouting to one atalent for his business, but re
fusing it to the other.
Yes, without denying that some individuals
have talent, we think that the problem in ques
tion can be easily solved, by saying that the suc
cessful man was industrious, while the other was
not. Bulwev, for example, Is considered a man
of the highest abilities as a novelist. Yet when
Bulwer began his career, lie composed with the
utmost difficulty, often writing his fictions over
twice. He persevered, however, and now stands
at the head of his class —his latest productions
morever, being regarded as the best from his
pen. Every schoolboy is familiar with the fact
that Demosthenes became an orator oply by pur
suing a similiar plan. Nor are illustrations of
the great truth, that industry is talent, confined
to the highest intellectual pursuits. When Gi
rard trusted the customer without an endorser,
who carried his goods home on his shoulder, the
shrewd old Frenchman was acting on this truth,
deduced from his own experience of mankind.
All eminent persons whether mechanios, lawyers
or statesmen, were industrious, from Wait and
Norris down to Thurlow and Wm. Pitt. Wash
ington, Franklin. Marshall, Madison, and every
other [distinguished American, were busy men.
Industry is talent, nine times out of ten.
Activity. —Activity is one of the everlasting
laws of existence. There is no religion without
work. Laziness is spitual death. Who ever ac
quired anything worth having by lying still and
waiting for it to come ? All things are within
the reach of man, if lie will only go after them ;
all things will mock him who lingers by the way.
Who gains money, but the man who toils with
his hands or his brains ? Who finds knowledge
save by tliestriving of the understanding? Who
knows anything of beauty in nature but he who
spurns the morning couch and is on the bill top
while his neighbors are asleep; can defy the snow
and the rain, and strain up the mountains sum
mit and endure the noonday heats? And
through what watching and lone wrestling with
languor and discouragement the artist leads out
human loveliness from the rough marble, and
coaxes beauty upon the canvass! And does not
every good man go up to his virtue as Jesus went;
like him resist Satan in the desert, sweat drops
of blood in Gethsemane, and bear his cross up
Calvary ? Activity is the law of life. Let us
We up and doing. Time waits for no man; all
things go on ; go on with all things, or you will
fall out of your rank in the procession of exis
tence, and never find your place again unless by
toils that will wring your soul with anguish.
Listen to the voice of the sea, for it is the voice
of God, which evermore says, ‘ Work while it is
called to-day.”—Christian Inquirer.
“ Died, in , on the ihst, , aged
years.
Beader, do you weekly pass your eye over those
brief notices in your family newspaper which an
nounces the solemn reality, that another of our
race has passed the confines of this world ? And if
you read those little records, do you stop a mo
ment in your life’s journey to ponder, aye, to
think seriously of the full import of such no
tices, brief as they are? And more, do you volun
tarily shed a tear of sympathy for those who remain,
whose hearts have been wrung and whose homes
have been made desolate?
Perhaps your eye has just passed over the an
nouncement of the death of one whose whole life
and evei*y energy had been exerted to gain some
laudable position in this world; “hot all his ends
have come to naught when every nerve was
strained ” for he is dead. lie rests from his la
bors, but mourners go about the streets. And
who are those that mourn ? Strangers to you—all
of them. You neither know or care for them
perhaps. Think one moment. A father’s—a
mother’s, sister’s and brother’s heart have been
riven, and the tenderest ties known by mortals
have been untimely severed, for the dull grave
echoes in icy coldness their bitter sobs. And you
weep not with them. Well, these records will
continue to be made, and many who now live,
will trace with a careless eye and thoughtless
heart the like notice of your journey’s end. Do
you know where you will fall, the time when, and
the circumstances which will surround you then?
Shall it be said over your grave, here lies one who
lived for self alone; there is no tear to shed on his
grave, for his heart was a stranger to sympathy ?
Depend upon it, reader, there is a law which no
humen tribunal can repeal, for it has for its au
thor a being of sympathy. That is the law of affin
ities and antipathies. Those who love are loved and
those wholove not are doomed to an eternal or
phanage. Reader, when the bell’s solemn toll
tells of the departure of one of the least of earth’s
children, if you cannot weep, be silent—be silent
and respectful.
Ihe untamed brute of the forest has a quick
ear to the wild cry of despair of its kind. The
hawk bears not away in his cruel talons one ten
ant of the groves, without the deep lamentation
ot every feathered songster 1 . Shall man alone be
cruel, and refuse to weep with those that weep,
and rejoice with those that rejoice?
Eloquence op a Look.' —“Surely,” says Blunt,
“no malefactor, condemned to suffer for the vio
lated laws of his country, ever heard the last
hour strike upon the prison bell with half the ag
ony of feeling with which that cock-crowing rang
upon the ears of Peter. Still was there a sight which
smote far deeper than the sound : ‘1 lie -Lord
turned and looked upon Peter.’ What can ]>oi
tray the silent eloquence of that last look . W m
volumes must it have spoken to the fallen apos
tle ! Could he behold that well known counte
nance, and again repeat, ‘I know not the man?
Could ho see his Divine Master, ‘as a sheep bo foie
his shearers is dumb,’ and again to oreak forth
into oaths and imprecation? Could he bear the
reproach of that meek eye, and yet remain in the
guilty scene amid those enemies of the bavior
and of his own soul? No! that single glance was
all that was required to send homo -he airow of
conviction and repentance to his bosom; he in
stantly remembered the word that the Lord had
spoken, and he went out and wept bitterly.”
LADIES* OLIO.
JEAOTTETTE’B “OLD STORY.”
“ It was the day before my young master died ;
T was alone with him, and handing him a drink.
As he took it from my hand he looked me full in
the face, and said, ‘ You have been very fond of
me, Jeannette.’ ‘I have always been Monsieur
!1® Comte’s faithful servant,’ I repiied. ‘ I say
j you have been fond of me,’ he said again, ‘and
| you know what I mean.’ 1 did know it well
I enough, and though I was a girl no longer—though
I that foolish time was over, I was still a woman.
i and my poor lace felt all on fire. My youn<* mas-
I ter sai(l again : ‘Do not think I did not see it—
i’ ° not think I did not care for it; the truth is
.Jeannette,’ ho said, speaking quite warmly, ‘that
; I was much too fond of you myself to wish to
bring you to shame.’ A word I could not answer •
|my legs shook under me. After all he had
liked me. Oh! never-never as I had loved
i him . but still ho hftd liked mo*——as a young man
; likes a pretty girl, with rosy cheeks and black
i eyes ; but still he had liked me. Mv young mas
| tor sighed, and said again, ‘Jeannette, I am dy
j ing, and the dark days arc coming’—the revolu
; tion was brooding— ‘ and I must leave a poor lit
i tie wife and child to Heaven alone knows what
I fate. Jeannette, never forsake them—though
; the whole world should abandon them, be true
to them as you have been true to me. The peo
ple will rise against their masters and take sore
vengeance for the past—the servant will betray
the hand that gave it bread ; but you, Jeannette,
Oh ! you will never forget that you have been
dear to your master’s heart, and sacred as any
lady to your master’s honor.’ He sank back
quite tired. I knelt down by his bed side, and
1 kissed the hand of the noble gentleman who
had scorned to tempt to sin a fond and foolish
girl, a poor peasant’s daughter. I vowed that,
as 1 had loved him, I would love his wife, his
child, and the children of his child, if I live to
see them. And have I not kept that vow ?”
cried Jeannette, breaking into passionate sobs
and tears. “ His little wife had been the dar
ling of his heart—did she not become the dar
ling of mine ? When she lost home and fortune
in the Terror, did I not work for her and her
baby ? Let her tell him in the next world, where
she soon followed him, let her tell him if, whilst
she lived, Jeannette ever suffered toil and labor
to stain the little white hand he had been so
fond of kissing.”
Jeannette ceased; along pause followed : when
the old woman spoke again it was in a wholly al
tered tone.
“Does Mademoiselle know,” she said sadly
and gravely, “why I have told her so old a
story ?”
Adele looked up like one wakening from a
dream, and said quietly:
“No, Jeannette, I do not know—why was it?”
The natural qustion seemed to embarrass Jean
nette considerably; nevertheless she said :
“ Mademoiselle may see that what undid me
was my master’s kind .less. Had lie not been so
kind lie might have been the handsomest of
handsome gentlemen, and I would not have
cared for him—not otherwise, at least, than as
my master.”
“ Os course not,” replied Adele.
“ But kindness—does Mademoiselle know what
kindness can do? It melts a heart as the spring
sun thaws snow ; it makes the strong one weak
as a Mttle child.”
Adele smiled at something in her own thoughts
and said softly:
“ Yes, Jeannette, kindness is sweet and warm
as the warm sun.”
“And the sun, if good for age and dangerous
toyouth,” said Jeannette, looking troubled, “ Oh!
it will not do for girls to whom gentlemen are
kind, to think too much about that kindness.
Who would pot like to look at at girl of sixteen,
with posy cheeks, blue eyes, dark hair, and a face
as bright as that of the morning? But to look is
not to love? Who would not be kind to a little
thing that never harmed a fly, that runs about
like a kid, that pJays like a kitten and sings like
a bird, and laughs so sweetly, that one can never
tell which is most pleasant to listen to —her laugh
or her song! But, oh! that kindness of a gentle
man to a child is not the love of a man for a wo
man.’’
The red lips of Adele parted ; her blue eyes
opened with amazement.
“ And then,” sadly pursued Jeannette, with
out looking at her, “the. liking of some men —ay,
and of the best—is often a strange thing. For
your all they will give you back a little, and stop
there. Love you they cannot; that time is not
yet come for them, or it is gone by. Marry you
they will not —you are too young, or too poor;
but a little through vanity—Hod help us, we are
weak ! a little through blindness, a little because
they do not know the mischief they are doing,
they let you love, and when they marry someone
else, or go off'with themselves, and never return,
they are very sorry for you. But why were you
so foolish or so fond?”
Adele started to her feet, red like a crimson
flower. “Hush, Jeannette,” she cried, “ hush!
no more!”
And springing through the door, she vanished.
“Too late!” groaned Jeannette; “I should
have spoken before—too late!”
The Empty Ciadle.
The death of a little child is to the mother’s
heart like the dew on a plant, from which a bud
has just perished. The plant lifts up its head in
freshened greenness to the morning light; so the
mother’s soul gathers from dark sorrow which she
has passed, a fresh brightening of her heavenly
hopes.
As she bends over the empty cradle, and fancy
brings her sweet infant before her, a ray of divine
light is on the cherub face. It is her son still,
but with the seal of immortality on his brow.
She. feels that Heaven was the only atmosphere
where her precious flower could unfold without
sjiot or blemish, and she would not recall the
lost. But the anniversary of his departure seems
to bring his spiritual presence near her. She in
dulges in that tender grief which soothes, like an
opiate in pain, all hard passages and cares in life.
The world to her is no longer tilled with human
love and hope in the future, so glorious with
heavenly love and joy; she has treaures of hap
piness which the worldly, unchastened heart
never conceived. The bright fresh flowers with
which she has decorated her room, the apart
ment where her infant died, are mementoes of
the far brighter hopes now dawning on her day
dream. She thinks of the glory and beauty of
the new Jerusalem, where the little foot will
never find a thorn among the flowers, to render
a shoe necessary. Nor will a pillow be wanted
for the dear head reposing on the breast of a
kind Saviour. And she knows that her infant is
there in that world of eternal bliss.
She marked one passage in that book, to her
emphatically the Word of Life, now lying closed
on the toilet table, winch she daily reads: “ Suf
fer little children to come unto me, for of such is
the kingdom ol Heaven.” —Good News.
In the pocket of one of the unfortunate Scotch
emigrants that perished by the burning of the
steamer Montreal, recently, near the city of
Quebec, was found the following touching regret
for having left the loved land of his birth. Wliere
ever we go, and whatever success may attend us
in foreign climes, with love ol’ home that char
acterizes all, we still instinctively turn to the
one that gave us birth as the cynosure of all the
spots on earth :
Oh, why left 1 my home,
Why did I cross the deep
Oh, why left I the land,
Where my forefathers sleep I
I sigh for Scotia’s shore,
And gaze acrooss the sea;
Rut I cannot get a blink,
On, my ain, ain counfrie.
Don’t Give up tiie Shtp. —Why should you not
be happy ? Are you writhing under the
53 , Never mind, fifty years and death
KS..U laborer, will bring about a general
levelin “of the present generation. The i ich and
poor, great an!l small, high and low-tho child
Sf fame and the humblest laborer, will all be
slumbering together in the silent earth. Don t
look back—look ahead—press onward—don t
repine- be cheerful—you can’t reverse the laws
of nature— the past you can’t recall, the future
you know nothing about; therefore do the best
you can each moment, leave the result with
God. “
Tiie Gospel no Illusicn.—lt is in vain, says
Rogers, to tell men the Gospel is an illusion. If
it be an illusion, every variety of experience proves
it to be inveterate. At the feet of Christ guilty
humanity, of diverse races and nations, for eigh
teen hundred years, has come to pour forth in
laith and love its sorrows, and finds there ““that
peace which the world can neither give nor take
away.” Myriads of aching heads and weary
hearts have found, and will find, repose there, and
have invested Him with veneration, love and
gratitude, which will never be paid to any other
name than His.
FARMER’S COLUMN.
Augusta, Monday, May 10, P. M.—COTTON—
Sales since Saturday afternoon, 60bales: 2 at 81, 6 at
10?, 2at Ilf, 24 at 12, 4at 12A, 22 at 121. Receipts 555
bales.
Onions.— Dr Hall says onions are one of the
most nutritious, heathful, and detestable articles
cf food found in our markets. A few grains
of roasted coffee, eaten immediately afterwards
or a teaspoonful or two of vinegar swallowed, re
moves at onec the odor from the breath.
Receipt for Founder in Horses.— Take fib.
alum, dissolve it in hot water, let it cool, then
pour it down the hors©—Don’t be afraid; it will
cure. If the horse is stiff, put his feet in hot
water, one at a time. 1 have saved several horses
in this way.
New Crafting Wax. —Take two ounces of com
mon rosin, melt it slowly over a tire, being careful
not to heat it so much as to make it throw off its
spirit of turpentine. When it becomes clear as
syrup, add a little less than one ounce of alcohol,
and mix well and put into a bottleator.ee and
°°V *1?
make the mixture liquid and keep it so, and
at °“° e “*
insures success. There is a “higher law/the euh
ture 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 ipse dixit of any indi
vidual—think, experiment and judge for your
self'.
Give the Plow and the Hoe no Rest.— l, J u
order to prevent the growth of weeds.
2. To insure needed moisture through the dep
osition of a greater amount of dew, upon which
plants so largely depend—softening the earth, so
that the moistnre that condenses upon the sur
face may penetrate more deeply, and renders it
more porous for the easier passage of the atmos
pb ei o, for condensation m the cooler soils below.
To secure a greater absorption of ammonia.
4. lo aid in the decomposition of minerals
whose elements are food of plants.
How to Lx a mine Wells. — she following simple
mode of examining a well to ascertain whether it
contains any offensive substance, has been rec
ommended as efficient: “ Place a common mir
ror over the well in such a position as to catch
and throw the rays of the sun to the bottom of
the well, which will be immediately illuminated
in such a manner that the smallest pebbles, &c.
at the bottom, can be distinctly discerned as if in
the hand. The sun is in the best situation to bo
reflected in the morning or afternoon of the
day.”
Salt and Ashes for Cows.— On turning my cows
to pasture in the spring, I provide several small
tubs, and having fixed them firmly in the soil, to
prevent them being overturned, put into each
tub one quart of salt, and three quarts of sifted
wood ashes, previously well mixed by stirring.
The cows partake freely of this mixture. It pre
vents injury by the sudden change from dry to
green food, and has, besides, a most invigorating
effect upon the general system. Some assert that
salt should be given as often as only onceaweek,
as its more frequent use would be injurious. But
when supplied in this way, no apprehension need
be entertained. T have never known an instance
of the kind, and I have so given the article for
years.— Germantown Telegraph,
The Fruit Season.— The berries, the peaches,
the apples, and the plums—not only of these, but
as of all others—eat freely as often as you can get
them. There are only two restrictions.
They should not be eaten later than dinner
time.
They should be eaten while fresh, ripe, perfect,
and in their natural raw state, without milk,
cream, sugar, spioes, or any other liquid, within
an hour afterwards.
Fruits are known to be cooling and healthful;
the reason is, their acidity, like that of some other
articles, stimulates the separation of bile from
the blood; this causes an “open” condition -es
the system, the attendant of high health, an ac
tive body, and a joyous heart. Hence, if that
aciditity is corrected by sweets of any kind, in
such proportion they fail of their natural good
effects.— ■ Hall’s Journal of Health.
To Keei* Butter Fresij.— The Farm Journal, a
German paper, published at Allentown, Pa. T says
butter will remain fresh and sweet for six months
or longer, if prepared in the following manner;
“ Take the butter as it comes from the churn and
wash the buttermilk thoroughly out of it, then
dry the surface of the butter with a clean cloth,
break into small pieces and pack it solid in. a
crock. The air must be entirely expelled. Set
the crock in a kettle half-filled with water, then
place the kettle over a fire until the water boils.
While boiling, remove from the fire and let the
crock remain in the water until cold, then place
the crock in a cool place. The object in boiling
is to purify the butter and precipitate the milk,
which remains in it, previous to boiling, to the
bottom of the crock.”
Planting Box. —Few r people, except professed
gardeners, know how this handsome border orna
ment ought to be planted. It is usually struck
in a few inches and left straggling on top of the
ground, with three or four times as much top and
three or four times less bottom than it ought to
have. Box grows nearly as well from the branches
as the roots. Now, the trench in which the edg
ing is to be planted, should be fullspade deep on
the border side, being a few inches shallower on
the alley side—the soil should be made fine—and
the box inserted to the bottom of the trench,
packed in tightly with soil, leaving only from
one and a half to two and a half inches out of
ground. There will be no danger of it not grow
ing; or of producing full foliage at the ground.
Os course no one would think of planting box
without a line.
Orchards. —When the ground occupie l by an
orchards is uneven and not drained, the trees on
dry knowls will be larger and healthier, and will
yield more abundant crops than those in the wet
hollows though the soil is deeper and richer.
Orchards should always be drained.
In selecting n site lor <in orchard, chooser hill
side in preference to a valley, divided by a small
stream Warm, low intervals of land are more
subject' to untimely frosts than the neighboring
elevations. As the night air becomes chilled, its
density increases, and it rolls down the hillsides
and settles on the flats, where the prevailing still
ness favors the process of freezing. During the
mild, sunny days of Winter, fruit trees are more
liable to swell prematurely on low bottoms. One
who is in the habit of riding over a broken piece
of count ry in cold, st ill nights, will not need to be
told that the lowest temperature will always be
found in the lowest localities.
Fruit trees will be less likely to suffer from
cold weather when the ground they stand upon
is thoroughly drained. The fruit-grower who
suffers his trees to stand all M inter m puddles of
water, or in fetters of ice, has no right to complain
if his garden is overstocked with- grafted pea
brush. . r
(3. how Raspberries. —A correspondent of Emo
ry's Journal of Agriculture, under the above title,
givesliis plan as follows:
A few years since, in a stiff clay soil, I dug a
dozen large and deep holes for these bushes, into
which was put the best of vegetable mold, but no
animal manure. When transplanted, the whole
surface of the ground around these raspberry
bushes was covered several inches deep with chip
manure. My after treatment is to keep the ground
thus covered, remove all the old “dead vines” in
the fall, and at the time of leafing in the spring
to remove all but five or six of the thriftiest vines,
and shorten these back, leaving no cane more
than five feet in length. By this plan I get no
small berries.
Never have I seen such a yield of fine fruit from
the same nnmber of bushes. In every year since
they were transplanted, the first year alone ex
cepted, they havo produced during the whole
bearing season several quarts of berries daily,
not only furnishing sufficient for family use, but
for many an outsider and neighbor. Perfectly
hardy, subject to no disease, great bearers, they
should be cultivated in every garden. About
their goodness and lusciousness I need not say a
word to your readers, for they all havo good taste.
The more polished a person’s mind, the more
susceptible it is to the warmth of friendly im
pressions, like a well kept mahogany table, whose
bright surface is marked instantly with any dish
that ia piaced upon it hot.