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LITERARY §cmjj?nma <|rpsf. 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.” >i 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. ——-•• • 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.