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LITERARY temperance %ttsa%. PBNPIELD, GbSrGIA, L. LINCOLN VEAZEY, . . .1 .... Editor. V THURSDAY MORNING, MAY 27,1858. - ? - ¥OMAN IN POETRY is a very different af. fair from the compound of silk, hoops and crinoline with which we meet in the world of reality. In the soft-moving measures of verse, she is all that is elegant in thought and lovely in sentiment. The gross elements which, to a more prosaic view, constitute the great mass of common mortality, form no part of her being. Her heart js the seat of higher emotions than those who tread the humbler walks of life ever knew or conceived, while the acts proceeding from such makes each a heroine. In a word, the poet’s pen, when it bodies forth his ideal of woman, creates a being far too bright and good for daily contemplation. Such is her general outline as she apjiears in verse, but the particular features are variously modified, as they receive their molding from dif ferent hands. Between the fairy-like shape of one who is light as the angel forms that bless an infant’s dreams,” and the strong proportions of the Amazon, there are countless gradations. Each poet impresses upon every character that his imagination shapes forth some distinguishing ; and yet, there is in all some com mon quality that marks them as of one parentage, anil something that distinguishes them from the creations of every other mind. Woman must of necessity always form an im portant element of poetry. There is much of its essence in all that concerns her, in every act she performs, in every glance of her eye, in every quiver of her lip, and in every word that falls from her tongue. He who would strive to con struct a poem of any length, while he ignored woman’s existence, discarding the language and suppressing the emotions to which she has given birth, would attempt a task which he could never accomplish. Even though its strains sounded the notes of war, and dealt in battle-fields and steel clad knights, they could not move on without her ■ presence or influence. The father ol Epic Song has left pictures of her in his Helen, Hecuba, and Penelope in tints which shall glow in unobscured beauty, when the canvas on which Raphael and Angelo penciled their heavenly inspirations shall have moldered to dust. The great Master of the Drama drew woman, as Ke did all else which his pen touched, with a truthfulness which has never been equalled. He did not make her a mere puppet, to play a given part upon the stage, moved by wires at another s volition. She was a living being, of the same feelings, actuated by the same motives, exhibiting the same virtues and marred by the same faults ,as those whom we see in our every-day life. He did not make her the impersonation of one qual ity, and in order to show that forth more con spicuously, strip her of every other principle. (Consequently, none of his women are monsters vice without a redeeming trait, or paragons of virtue. In the faithlessness of Cressida, the wan ton inconsistency of Cleopatra, the heartless cruelty of Margaret, the base ingratitude of Re gan and Goneril, and the unscrupulous ambition of Lady Macbeth, he shows that when woman re signs herself to the dominion of passion, she can be guilty of as dark crimes as the sterner sex ever commit. But the page which he devotes to the bright side of her character is far more full. The filial love of Cordelia, which neglect could not abate or cruelty destroy; the pure chastity of Imogen, whom oppression could not frighten or temptation cause to swerve; the fearless inno cence of Desdemona and the artless modesty of Miranda are such tributes to woman’s noble na ture as no other poet ever paid. What a pure, holy light has Milton thrown around the mother of our race! Her image rises up in our imagination as a prominent object in that garden, where hung in rich luxuriance the fair fruit that caused her fall, and the immor tal amaranth that bloomed near the tree of life. Though she sinned when tempted, and thus en tailed woe on all mankind, the innocence and loveliness of her character is not impaired; yet, in all this she is not, by any word or phrase, more highly praised than by being called “ the fairest . of her daughters.” “ Most women have no character at all,” is the . declaration of the poet who taught Moral Philos . ophy in verse. Such a piece of splenetic sarcasm may have been expected from one who, either from . choice or necessity, spent his life in singleness of ‘! heart, evincing but slight impressibility to female vfcliarms. Perhaps, had lady authors been as nu .tnerous in his day as they are now, his reverence for the sex would not have saved some of them from an unenviable immortality in the Dunciad. ffiit his own master-piece, “The Rape of the Lock,” owes its chief merit to its heroine, and in the tender pathos with which he delicately •draws Eloisa, he makes ample amends to woman t<w* whatever he may have said to her prejudice. Byron and Moore wrote less truth and nature of w oman than of any other theme. The former r presented her as a softened, slightly changed im age of himself. Reason was to her unknown, and she was the mere creature of passions which she had neither the power or the will to control. Indeed, one might conclude that he had adopted one tenet of the Moslem faith, and denied her a soul capable of higher aspirations than earthly love. The latter etherializcd her until he made her too pure to be human and too gross to be an gelic. The brilliant play of his fancy fell on her as does a sunbeam on a web of gossamer, giving forth a gleam, but not revealing a substance. He seems to have known nothing of the depth and earnestness of woman’s soul, and the strength of her character. He recognised but one passion by which she could be moved, and with that her being began and ended. It was the exiled Peris, the children of Imagination, too airy in form to tread the earth, too sinful to enter the courts of Heaven, to whom his love ditties were addressed. Mortal woman, of flesh and blood consistency, j > claims no part cf his song. Scott has, next to Shakspeare, succeeded best in painting woman in the colors of truth and natural beauty. In artless simplicity, she resem- j Lies the timid hal t that roams amid the seques- j i tered glades of his native land. Her purity and : • innocence made her heart as transparent as the J iglassy surface of Loch Katrine, while in the no- , Ibleness of incorruptible virtue, she towered aloft 2 ike Benvoirlich’s head that buried itself in clouds, j All this with “ Those silver sounds, so sott, so dear, The listener held his breath to hear,’’ makes a being whom there never bieathed a soul j so dead as not to love. In poetry of a later date, there is too much ■ tendency to display the faults and frivolities of. woman, or if her virtues, only those which form the lighter part of her character. Our enervating aad destructive system of female education, too, is calculated to do away with that inherent nobility of nature which would make her life a glorious epW. One might write very passable doggerel about a lady’s extravagance in dress, sentimental nonsense enough about her beauty and amiability; but a woman aWit whom poetry can be written is rarely found. * AVe had the pleasure on Sabbath morning last of hearing the < ’ommencement Sermon ofGreenes boro’ Female College by Rev. I)r. Wilson of Au gusta. His theme was, the proper sphere for the exercise of religious influence by woman, and was treated in a clear, pointed, highly-polished style, abounding in passages of eloquent beauty. The sermon, we believe, gave universal satisfaction to the large and intelligent audience. AVe under stand that he preached again at night, and will also deliver the annual address at the close of the commencement exercises on Thursday even ing. Harper’s ‘Magazine for June contains a continu ation of “ Tropical Journeyings,” “The City of Elms,” “The Microscope”—all elegantly illustra ted—and Thackeray’s “ Virginians.” “The Easy Chair” defends Thackeray’s picture of AVashing ton thus far, but seems to think that he will not be able to carry his heroes through the revolution without an outrage on American feeling. The Drawer has become so proverbial for good things that a notice of it would be superfluous. The Sparta Editor of the Central Georgian cor rects in his last issue a statement made in a pre vious number, respecting rust in wheat in that vicinity. He reports the crop in that county to be made beyond a contingency, and the indica tions for a good yield very favorable. The Southern Baptist Publication Society has favored us with two small volumes, “The Lit tle Preacher,” and “The Life of Henry T. AVim berly”—both from the pen of Rev. C. D. Mallart, D. D. They are designed as contributions to the Sunday-school Library—for which they are well suited. We knew and loved Henry, and have read with no little pleasure this tribute to his worth by the venerable “ Uncle Charles.” The Tiii Delta Society of our University cel ebrated its anniversary on Friday last (21st inst.) The Orator, Mr. Geo. AV. Wimberly, delivered a very handsome and appropriate address on the subject of “ Popularity,” which he treated in a manner that reflected on him much credit as a writer and thinker. The exercises were enlivened by good music, and passed off to the satisfaction of all, save the regret that the audience was so thin. In the evening of the same day we had the pleasure of listening to an oration delivered be fore the Tau Delta Society, by Mr. James P. Sharpe. His theme, “ The Three Cultures,” was discussed with an easy diction and gracefulness of style rarely found in College-boy efforts. - -•■ Plausibility of speech is seldom indicative of real candor. AVhen a man makes an effort to express himself in a pleasing manner, it is a good sign that he desires to conceal his real sentiments. The Southern Cultivator for June has been re ceived. it contains a number of interesting ar ticles. No farmer should be without it. Pub lished in Augusta, Ga. by Wm. S. Jones. Daniel Lee and D. Redmond, Editors. Price, 81 a-year in advance. Cheap enough. There are thousands who are neither rogues or honest men. They would not stealthily invade ycur house by night and carry off your goods or demand your purse with a pistol at your head, but would think any means by which they could overreach you in a trade honorable and praise worthy. . ♦■! The Edgefield Advertiser announces the death of H. R. Spann, Esq., who was a prominent lawyer in that place. The Directors of the Bank of Augusta, have de clared a semi-annual dividend of three dollars and fifty cents per share. The Albany Transcript which has a school master among its editors, is responsible for the following: The principal of one of our Select schools has been sending circulars to the parents of the pu pils, which, signed and returned, will authorise him to inflict such punishment, corporeally or otherwise, as may in his judgment be proper. The following answer proves that some of the parents are pleased with the idea: “Deer Mr. Ratten. —Your flogging cirklar is duly received. I hope as to my John, you will flog him just as offin as you kin. He.is a bad boy —is John. Hithto I’ve bin in habit of teachin him myself, it seems to me he never will larn anithing—his spellin is otti’agously defishent. AVallup him well ser. and you will receive my thanx. P. S.—AVhat accounts for John bein sicli a skollur is that he is my sun by my wife’s fust hus band.” Mrs. Durpree, wife of J. AV. Puvpree, of Sump, ter county, was burned so bad on Friday last, by her clothes taking fire, that she died in a few hours. She had been married but three weeks. Out of thirteen cases, says the Georgia Citizen, tried at the present session of Bibb Superior Court, and which is not half through, five were Libels for Divorce. This does not present a very flattering view of affairs matrimonial in Bibb. —1 ♦ AVillis M. Russel, Esq., editor and Proprietor of the “Bainbridge Argus” otters one half interest of that paper for sale. From the many evidences of prosperity in the “Angus,” we think such an investment would be safe and profitable. The pains of a noble soul arc the May frost of life; the pains of the wicked are the frosts of au tumn—they precede the punishment of winter Many a man has ruined himself by being too often guided by the opinion of others. Ask the advice of twenty different persons on the same subject, and ten to one you will receive as many different answers, each borne out With fitting ar gument to make it appear the better reason. 1 A man who has no reliance on his own judgement be comes perplexed, endeavors to take a sort of middle path, assimilating as near as possible with the various advices he had received; and as a f matter of course, fails in the undertaking lie may ! have in hand. ! __ _ The Cotton Planter’s Convention is to meet again in Macon, Ha., on the Tuesday in June next. 0 The (Supreme Court, at its late session, settled the Constitutional question as to the right of the present members of the Legislature of Georgia holding their seats until the expiration of the next session. By this decision, the members of the last session will retain their seats for another term. We learn that the commencement sermon of Wesleyan Female College will be preached this year by the Rev T. Hamilton, D. D. of the Ala bama Conference. The Literary address will be delivered bythollon. Washington Poe, of Macan A trial took place in Atlanta, in a case brought by Mrs. Mary Sofge, by her next friend, vs. Fer dinand Sofge. The Amertcan says “thecause was instituted to recover the custody of an un weaned child—a sprightly little boy of two or three sum mers—which had been adducted by the defen dent, its father. The Court directed that the child should be restored to its mother.” THERE’is no sightmoie disgusting than to see a man—more especially a young man—in sound health and strength engaged in doing — nothing. It is an error, or we should rather say a vice, for which no good qualities of the head or heart can atone. No circumstances in which a man can be placed will authorize bis wasting bis time and energies in idleness, when he has the ability to labor. Fortune may relieve one from the necessity of exertion ; but this does not re lease Mm from the obligation to employ the tal ents with which the Creator has endowed him. Indeed, that wealth-which delivers him from laboring for himself, renders the duty of laboring for others more pressing, and delinquency more unpardonable. There are, however, in our land multitudes of idlers, who have not even the pitiful plea to of fer for their indolence, that fortune has raised them above the necessity of exertion. Many of those who may be seen sitting at the shop doors in every town in the State, perhaps in the South, during winter basking themselves in the sun shine, and in summer seeking some shqde, are men of means. But very many of them boast names unknown to the tax books save by the slender pittance they pay for the undeserved privilege of voting at the polls. How they pro cure a support, no one knows; for there they sit while days, weeks and months roll off, whittling sticks and charming each other in turn by long winded falsehoods. They are never, by any ac cident, found doing anything in which there is usefulness or profit; yet, they dress decently, sometimes fine, never complain of any lack of funds, and in general seem to enjoy a greater im munity from all pecuniary cares than the steady and industrious. AVhence is the clue to this par adox? The gamingtable, with its crowd of de votees holding their revels in the late hours of night, could solve much of the mystery. Some of them are married men, (?) and the fingers of their wives, toil-worn by the eternal “stitch, stitch, stitch,” and eyes weakened by trimming the mid night lamp over “wristband,gusset and seam,” might reveal the history of their daily bread. Our land is not atfiicted by any greater evil than this practice of loafing, to which many are addic ted. Besides the ills, both physical and mental, which it inflicts, it is a prolific source of vice. There is no adage more often exemplified than that Satan will find something for idle hands to do. AVhen a crowd of lpungers assemble at a shop door or elsewhere “to kill time,” no good result can follow. Ifaiothing worse ensues, false hoods are told, and the man feels conscious of degradation. Never loaf, young man; avoid it as you would tlio serpent whose deadly fangs would destroy your life. However pleasing it may seem for a time, it will eventually waste your faculties, blight your prospects and perhaps involve you in everlasting ruin. THE estimate which young persons form of themselves are, almost without an exception, very different from that which others form of them. Some are so exceedingly extravagant as to be very ludicrous, though the results which fol low are often lamentable. By overrating them selves, young men of naturally fair parts are im pelled to enter upon vocations for which they arc totally unfitted. It is to this cause more than to any other that we are to attribute that exces sive crowding of all the professions for which in tellectual endowments are requsite. It is a rule, with scarce an exception, that every young person supposes himself possessed of tal ents of some kind. This would be well if each would study his own character and ascertain with certainty for what business their qualifications fit them. < )ne is told, perhaps while a white-haired urchin, thumbing the leaves of AVebster’s spell ing book, that he is destined to be a great man, and that the halls of national legislation will one day reverberate with his eloquence. That idea— more successful than many others that would be of far more value —makes a ready entrance into* his cranium. It becomes so well established there that it fcannot be driven out by the reason and experience of later years. At fifteen he as sumes swaggering airs and a very dignified de meanor for the purpose of impressing the world with a due sense of his importance, He imag ines that he already occupies an elevated position in the world’s regard, and that innumerable eager eyes are turned to note his every action. He learns, perhaps, after a while, by bitter experience, that many of those whom he reckoned his devo ted admirers are as indifferent to his welfare as they are ignorant of his abilities. This disposition to over-estimation is a serious impediment to the success of young men. It is necessary that they should have a due apprecia tion of themselves. Each young man should know himself to be honest, and believe that he is capable of accomplishing what he undertakes. But this belief should lie founded on self-knowl edge, and not on the deceptive image of liis in tellectual greatness which a vain fancy has pre sented to his view. If all men would consult their reason, rather than such ill-advisers as their self-love, vanity and pride, many of those who have adopted the learned professionswould .be at the plow handles. Effect of the Human Voice. —No sound, how ever loud, whether produced by a cannon or a fowling-piece, causes the same amount of terror among wild animals and wild birds, as the human voice. We have always known more grouse to be sprung by sportsmen speaking to their dogs, or to each other, on the mountains, in the shooting season, than by any other cause; and it is r rule with sportsmen only to make use of the whistle and signs to their dogs, such as taking off the hat, etc.; and a wicked and cross look has often more good effect upon a dog than a whipping. So, likewise, in snipe-shooting, one word spoken springs more birds than twenty shots. If you go to a rabbit-burrow to ferret, you may bang away all da/ with your gun, and the rabbits will still bolt; but once commoue speaking, and yoiir sport is over, the ferret lies in, and tho rabbits submit to certain death sooner than move towards your voice. Partridges are so much accustomed to the loud voices of farmers and laborers, that, generally speakilig, you may talk as much as you like in pursuit of them. Nothing proves the power of man over the brute creation more than his voice. Even in the thickest jungles, wild beasts will skulk away if they hear him speak.- Home Journal. Ah enterprising gentleman in Buffalo proposes to start a newspaper which shall furnish all the news twenty-four hours in advance of its occur rence. Spiritual reporters have been engaged, and lines of spiritual telegraph ai’e being rapidly put in operation, to aid in carrying out the scheme. < <• • ♦ • —" — The Rome Southerner says that the Hon. A. R. Wright has succeeded in getting the committee on post offices to report in favor of an appropria tion of five thousand dollars, to erect a post office building in Rome. T .. An Offer from Lieut. Porter. —The repeated outrages on our vessels, by British crusiers, have induced Lieut, W. D. Porter, late of the United (States navy, to suggest to the New \ ork mer chants to employ a pilot-boat, armed with a long nine inch shell gun, to convoy their vessels from the coast of Cuba. He volunteers his services, and pledges himself to return the fire of British steamer Styx. The wheat crop in Maryland, throughout, it is supposed will be excellent. | “Jerrold said to a very thin man, { Sir you are like a pin, but without the head or the point. ’’ Napoleon 111. lias completed his 50th year, having been bom at Tuileries on the 20th of April, 1808. Billy Bowlegs and his whole party, consisting of one hundred and sixty persons, reached New Orleans on the 15th inst. j The largest regular army ever seen in India is j that now under the orders'of Sir Collin Campbell, j constituting a force of 65,000 men. Old people are like beacon-lights along shore. Some light us to a haven of safety; others warn us to shun the place where they have gone to wreck. “ One word more, and I have done.” llow we dread to hear the sentence from the lips of the speaker at public meetings! It is always a sure indication that he is bracking up for afresh start. The Louisville Courier says there is now an ex traordinary stampere of the slaves in that State. Negroes are daily escaping from their owners in startling numbers. They, go off, one, two, three or a dozen at a time. “ I have no apprehension that the devil will ever come for me,” said a young man of ques tionable morals. “He will not be silly enough to take the trouble,” said a bystander, “ for you are going straight to him.” The old church standing on Church Hill, in Richmond, A T a., where Patrick Henry is said to have delivered his “Give me liberty or give me death,” is stilLvisited as an object of veneration. It is still in^H^ireservation. MK “ to the appetite like early dew; the stomach like grass and wild flowers, taken with a fasting eye at five in he morning. It was Adam’s own salad, and that is why he lived to nine hundred and thirty.” If I were asked from my experience of life, to say what attribute most impressed the minds of others, or most commanded fortune, I should say, “ earnestness.” The earnest man wins for himself, and earnestness and truth go together.— Bulwcr. At a recent exhibition of paintings in New York, a lady and her son were regarding with much interest a picture which the catalogue des ignated as “ Luther at the Diet of Worms.” Having descanted at some length upon its merits, the boy remarked : “ Mother, I see Luther and the table, but where are the worms ?” Anew kind of cotton called the rose cotton, excelling in firmness of lint and length of the staple, the kind ordinarily produced, has been sold in Galveston, Texas, at a price above the market value of the Mexican Gulf cotton. Asa new variety, it promises to be a very decided im provement. It is said that Napoleon, when he was asked by Dr. O’Meara ifhereally thought he could have in vaded England at the time he threatened to do so, answered in the following anagram—“ Able was I ere I saw Elba.” AVhether this is true or not, we should like to seq a more ingenious and extended anagram. “ An eccentric party, of whioli Jerrold was one agreed to have a supper of sheep’s heads. One gentleman present was particularly enthusiastic on the excellence of the dish ; and, as he threw down his knife and fork, exclaimed, ‘AVell, sheep’s heads forever, say I!’” “ Jerrold, ‘ There’s egotism!’” N. P. AVillis Fsq., of the Home Journal, has suf ficiently recovered from his late illness to renew his daily exercise in the saddle, but on Friday his favorite horse took fright and threw him, dragging him some distance with his right foot in the stirrup. He was very badly bruised by the feet of the running horse, but fortunately no bones were broken, and the confinement to his bed will be but temporary. The Young Orchard. —A young orchard should, by all means, be cultivated with a hoed crop, and never allow small grain or grass to be sown among them. If you wish your trees to fruit young, train the tops to branch within two or three feet of the ground, and keep your pruning knife in your pocket and stock out of the orchard. It will soon pay you for your trouble.— A. JR. Whit ney in Emery's Journal. Brown University. —The librarian of that in* stitution gives the following classification of the students of the University: The whole number of professors of religion of different denominations, out of 205 names on our annual catalogue, is 90. Os this number 70 are Baptists, and the remainder are Congrega tionalists, Episcopalians, &c. The number pro fessing to have the ministry in view is 30. Truth-Rills. —Truth does not embrace the world like the great tidal wave, sweeping along in majestic calmness of power, and filling every creek and estuary ; it rather descends in many fertilizing rills, from the mountain side: and it is better that it descends for the present even so, than that it should flow in one broad river, leav ing an arid desert over all the land, save on his immediate banks. — Payne. ——— Use of Time.— An hour each day wasted on trifles or indolence, saved, and daily devoted to improvement, is enough to make an ignorant man wise in ten years—to provide the luxury of intelligence to a mind torpid from lack of thought —to brighten up and strengthen faculties perish ing with rust —to make life a fruitful field, and death a harvest of glorious deeds. South Carolina College.— The Board of Trus tees of this institution have examined thoroughly into the facts connected with the recent disturb ance, and made a report triumphantly sustaining President Longstreet and the Faculty in the course they pursued. The result will be gratifying to the numerous friends of Judge Longstreet in this State, and lead, it is hoped, to a more per fect organization and discipline for the College. Hon. Edward Everett. —Since this distin guished gentleman started on his mission in be liaHAfftha Mount Vernon purchase, he has been rutflßky assailed by parties who cannot bring up to the belief that any thing good can Como out of Nazareth. A\ r e would sooner trust the interests of the South to Edward Ever ett than in the hands of his assailers. While he has a patriotism as large as the Union, their vision does not extend beyond the limits of their own neighborhood. Change of interests, climate and location would make men of such narrow preju dices the worst of Abolitionists. —Athene (Tenn.) Post. A Large Estate Left Witiiout a Direct Heir. — The death of Jessie Barber, aged four years and nine months, is announced in the Chicago pa pers. This little girl was the last surviving mem ber of the family of tho late Jabe/. Barber, oi Chicago, who, with his wife and daughter, perished in the Collins steamer Pacific, in 1856. At the time of death his property was estimated at about, $250,000,. and has increased in valuo to $400,000. By his willthe entire property fell to infant Jessie. In case of her death, it was to revert to the next of kin. The nearest of kin are Mary Ann, Harriet and Lucy Barber, of Birmingham, England, and Eliza Bell, of Sincere, C. E. These ladies, who are in straightened circumstances, will re ceive something over SIOO,OCK3 each. The L' ve of Chiuhlen.— Tell me not of the trim, precisely arranged homes where aro no children, “ where,” as the good Germans have it, “the fly-traps always hang straight on the wall: tell mo not of the never disturbed nights and days of the tranquil, unanxious hearts where chil dren are not; I care not for these tilings. God sends children for another purpose than merely to keep up the race—to enlarge our hearts, to make us unselfish and full of kindly sympathies and affections; to give our souls higher aims; to call out all our faculties to extend enterprise and exertion; to bring round our hre-side bright faces and happy smiles, and loving, tender hearts. My soul blesses the Great Father every day, that be has gladdened the earth with little children.- Mary Howxt. THE RUN FOR LIFE BV A SOUTHERN MAN. I’liilip Rodney, .a planter living in the.interior of Arkansas, has missed .several hogs from the pen in which he was fattening them for the autumn. The pen was built at the base of a high hill which | hid it from the house, ami .just on the edge of an ; upland jungle or thicket, of undergrowth, which ! extended along to the nearest spur of some j j neighboring bills, which swelled upward to a I height almost entitling them to be called a moun tain range. Surprised at the loss of liis hogs, Mr. Rodney determined to keep a strict watch, and, if possible, detect the depredator upon his prop erty. One morning, just at dawn of day, he heard the squeal of a hog in the direction of his pen. Springing out of hed'and putting on his garments, he hurried to the rescue of the squealing porker. As soon as he came in sight of the pen, he saw a huge bear, with a hog in his mouth and fore paws, leisurely retreading to the thicket. Re turning to the house for his gun, a trusty rifle, of large bore, lie soon came back to the pen. The bear and hog had both disappeared. Mr. Rodney, who was a bold adventurous man, of high courage and great physical strength, at once determined upon pursuit. The blood of the mutilated hog making a distinct mark upon the ground, made it an easy matter to follow the track of its captor. Entering the thicket and going forward a short distance, Mr. Rodney saw the bear, some forty or fifty steps in advance of him, deliberatley munching the hog for his morning meal. To raise his rifle aim and fire, were the work of but a moment. The bear fell, apparently lifeless, in his tracks, at the crack of the'gun. Feeling certain, from the range of his aim and the plump fall of the bear, that he was killed outright, Mr. Rodney approached with the view of taking a nearer look at his bulky proportions. When within a a few yards of where he lay, the bear, to the great surprise of the planter, rose slowly up, looked fierely back, ’gave a deep gut tural growl, and started forward in the direction of the neighboring hills. Mr. Rodney, seeing the copious discharge of blood from the wound made by his ball, and ob serving that the bear staggered in his gait, fol lowed on after him, expecting soon to see him foil. ‘1 he bear moved slowly, but steadily on, never once looking back at his pursuer, but keep ing up a low moan or growl indicative of pain or anger, or of both combined. Having reached the base of tne steepest and highest bill in the group, he began the ascent with a still slower pace and deeper growls. Mr. Rodney was only a few paces in the rear and gaining upon him every moment. At last, when near the summit of the hill, he came quite up with the bear, whose steps, stag gering and slow, seemed faltering with fatigue and loss of blood. Thinking that only a slight push was needed to bring him to the ground, Mr. Rodney gave the bear a severe punch with the butt end of his gun. The blow seemed to recall both strength and spirit to the now enraged and desperate beast. Turning quickly and sharply round, he stood within a few feet of his pursuer, upon whom ho manifestly purposed to make an immediate at tack. Mr. Rodney comprehended the full peril of his position in a moment. He had no weapon but his gun, which he had not reloaded after the first discharge. To defend himself with it by blows mis utterly impossible, considering the size and massive weight of the bear. The only hope of escape was a retreat down the hill, which he be gan at once with rapid strides. The hear, accelerated in his speed by the mo mentum of the descent, and perhaps also by pain and anger, rushed headlong after him. From crag to rock, and from rock to crag, the planter leaped with an agility and speed incredible al most to himself. Well he knew that, once within reach of those terrible jaws gaping to rend and devour him, his wife would be a widow and his children fatherless, before he could commend himself and them to the mercy of Heaven in a prayer. Every moment seemed to increase the speed Imd fierceness of the bear. When the chase be gan he was only a few feet in the rear of the plan ter. At the bottom of the hill, which they had now reached, the distance between them was les sened by nearly half. Mr. Rodney, although hard pressed and with no time to lose, ventured to cast one backward glance at his pursuer. The sight was enough to strike even his stout heart with terror. The tongue of the bear, red and swolen, protruded from his mouth ; white foam covered his lips; the teeth, sharp and shining, were visible in the jaws open already for the seizure of his victim; the ears were thrown back close to the head like those of an angry horse, and a stream of fire seemed to issue from the sockets of the glaring eyeballs. Es cape, longer than for a moment, seemed now ut terly impossible. A distance of more than a mile lay between the planter and his home. Thick bushes and brambles impeded every foot of the way as far as the liog-pen, near which he must pass to emerge from the jungle in the direction of the house. To deviate from the path he had come, which was partially trodden down by the transit of himself and the bear over it, and by the occasional visits of the latter from the hills to the pen, would be to entangle himself in the un dergrowth and fall an immediate victim to the rapacity of his pursuer, whose heavy bulk enabled him to force a swifter passage through the thicket. Along this path, therefore, Mr. Rodney darted with the speed of a man conscious that his life depended upon the fleetness of his foot. Half the distance between the hill and the pen had been passed. Only a hand-breadth of space in tervened between the planter and the muzzle of the bear, outstretched and open to seize him. The hot foam spattered over him, and the hotter breath almost blistered his skin through the thick covering of his clothes. There—he’s gone. No! the sharp crack of a rifle rings through the woods, and the bear springs forward and falls dead across the legs of the planter who had been thrown, by his death leap, prostrrato on the ground. O t A hunter going early that morning to join his comrades in the chase for deer, chancing to cross the path of Mr: Rodney and the bear, saw the peril of the former, and firing from a close dis tance, sent a heavy rifle ball through the brain of the latter. There was a feast of bear meat for many days at the house of the hospitable planter, at which, we may be sure, the hunter aforesaid was the most honored of the guests.— Home Jour . nal. The Seller or Mount Vernon. —The N. O. Pic ayune, commenting on Mr. Washington’s “hard bargain,” makes the following suggestions: There should be some appropriate recognition of this sordid speculation. Nothing occurs to us more fitting, if it were only possible, than that the ladies should make it a further condition that after the purchase is completed the seller shall formally renounce the name of Washington and adopt some other for himself. Judging by the sordid character of his speculation, it would only require a bonus of a few thousand more to obtain his consent; and there is not a legislature extant that would not pass a law,,unanimously and glad ly, to legalize the change. “ John you seem to gain flesh every day, the grocery business must agree with you. What did you weigh last?” “Well, Simon, I really forget now, but it strikes me it was a pound of butter. .V-, ■, , / ■-NETTIE. •. j “‘ Nettie is a strange coquette !” I All'the ladies C#y. So long as Nettie-plts not me. Pray what care i ? if Nettie hath a mind to laugh, And hath no mind to cry,’ Who shall rebuke her merry mood l In truth, not I. But if love, deep as deepest sea, As lasting as the sky, Be Nettie’s wish—who’ll give it her ? I answer, J. Flowers are the alphabet of angels, wherewith they write on hills and plains the nvysterious truth. I3F”” Mister, I say, I don’t suppose you don’t know of nobody who lon’t want to hire nobody to do nothing, don’t you?” The answer was “Yes, I don’t.” m io- “ I dot not allow my religion to interfere with my business,” was very honestly uttered, not a thousand years since. Such a rule of life in a model professor, will block the influence of many a prayer with the ungodly. Rf.mgion at Home.— “Let them learn first,” says Paul, “to show piety at home.” Religion begins in the family. One ol the holiest sanctua ries on earth is home. The family altar is more venerable than any altar in the cathedral. Edu cation of the soul for eternity begins by the “fire side. The principle of love, which is to be car ried through the Universe, is first unfolded in the family. Found dead—dead and alone : There was nobody near, When the outcast died on his pillow of stone— No mother, no brother, no sister dear, Not a friendly voice to soothe or cheer, Not a watching eye or a pitying tear. Found dead—dead and alone— In the roofless street, on a pillow'of stone ! Can anythingbe more beatiful than the follow ing record of childhood’s faith? “ What do you do without a mother to tell all your troubles to?” asked a child who had a mo ther of one who had not ; her mother was dead. “ Mother told me who to go to before she died,” answered the little orphan; “ I go to the Lord Jesus, he was mother’s friend, and he's mine.” “ Jesus Christ is up in the sky; he is away off, and has a great many things to attend to in Heav en. 11 is not likely he can stoop to mind you.” “ I do not know anything about that,” said the orphan, “ all I know, he says he will, and that's enough for me,” A CYrious Scene.— At Lyons a curious scene recently occurred at the theatre during the per formance of “La Jcmtesse des Momrjvetahvs .” A gentleman in the pit, having mounted on one of the benches, demanded a moment’s attention. Dead silence immediately prevailed, whereon the speaker asked if Mr. B. were in the theatre. The person thus addressed oame forward in the boxes and was informed, in the same tone, that his mother, whom he had left in health, was ex piring from cholera, and entreated her son to re turn without delay. This announcement, in the midst of enjoyment, produced an indescriba ble effect, and the theatre was soon empty. Many people arc afraid to embrace religion, for fear that they shall not succeed in maintain ing it. Docs this Spring say, “ I will not come unless I can bring all fruits and sheaves under my wings?” No. She casts down loving glances in February, and in March she ventures near in mild days, but is beaten back and overthrown by storm and wind. Yet she returns, and finally yields the earth to April, for readier for life than she found it. The rains are still cold, hut the grass is growing green, and the buds are swelling. In May the air is yet chilly, but it has the odor of flowers, and every day grows warmer till the deli cious June, when all his bloom and softness, and even the storms have nourishment in them. Then comes the glowing July and the fervid Au gust, followed by the glorious Autumn of harvest and victory! And shall nature do so much, while we dare not attempt to overcome the coldness and dead ness of our hearts, and to fill them with the Sum mer of love ‘l—Beecher. A philosopher once asked a little girl if she had a soul. She looked up into liis face with an air of astonished and offended dignity, and re plied ; “ To he sure l have.” “ What makes you think you have ?” “ Because I have,” she promptly replied. “ But how do you know you have a soul ?” Because I do know,” she answered again. It was a child’s reason; but the philosopher could hardly have given a better. “ Well, then,” said he, aftera moment’s consid eration, “ if you know you havea soul, canyou tell me what your soul is ?” “ Why, said she, “ I am six years old, and don’t you suppose I know what my soul is ?” “Perhaps you do. If you will tell me, I shall find out whether you do or not.” “Then you think 1 don’t know,” she replied, “ hut I do. “ Its my think 1” “Your think!” said the philosopher, aston ished in his turn; “who told you so?” “ Nobody. I should he ashamed if I did not know that without being told.” The philosopher had puzzled liis brain t a great deal about the soul, hut he could not have given a better definition of it in so few words. E’en while beside the fountain bright My harp’s glad echoes roll, In thrilling strains of rich delight— A sadness fills my soul. My glance meets my confiding eye, I hear no kindly tone ; My bosom struggles with a sigh, Because I am alone! An Eloquent Extragt. —“Generation after generation,” says a fine writer, “ have felt as we feel and their lives were as active as our own. They passed away like a vapor, while Nature wore the same aspect of beauty as when her Creator commanded her to he. The heavens shall be as bright over her graves as they are now around our paths. The world will have the attractions for our offsprings yet unborn, that she had once for ourselves, and that she now has for our children. Yet a little while and all this will have happened. The throbbing heart will be stilled, and we shall be at rest. < >ur funen l rr'Jl wind its way, and the prayers will be said, and our friends will all re turn and we shall he left behind in silence and darkness for the worm. Anditmaybefor a short time we shall be spoken of, but the things of life will creep in, and our names will soon be forgot ten. Days will continue „t© move on, and laugh ter and song will he heard in the room in which we died; and the eye that mourned for us will be dried and glisten again with joy; and even our children will cease to think of us, and will not remember to lisp our names. Then shall we have become, in the touching language of the Psalmist, “ forgotten and clean gone out of mind.” “A Fair and Happy Milkmaid V’ She is a country wench that is so far from mak ing herself beautiful by art that one look of hers is able to put all face-physics out ot countenance. She knows a fair look is but a dumb orator to com tnCml virtue, there!ore minds it not. All her excel* laces stand in her so silently, as if they had, stolen upon her uiitlmt her knowledge . Though she be not arrayed in the spoil of the she is decked in innocence —a far better wearing. She doth not, by long lying in bed, spoil both her complex ion and condition : she rises with chanticleer, v aiul at night makes the lamb her curfew. She makes her hand hard with labor, and her heart soft with pity ; and when winter evenings fall early, sitting at her merry spinning-wheel, she sings defiance to the giddy wheel of Fortune. The garden and bee-hive are all her physic and surgery, and she lives the longer for it. She dares go alone and unfold sheep in the night, fearing ne manner of ill, because she means none; yet to say truth, she is never alone, but is still accompained with old songs, honest thoughts and prayers, but short ones ; yet they have their efficacy, in that they are not palled with ensuing idle cogitations. Thus lives she—and all her care is that she may die in the spring-tinfe and have stores of flowers stuck upon her winding-sheet. Napoleon’s Death On amber. — Rev. Henry Wood a chaplain in the U. S. Navy, writing from St. Helena, says that in the room where Napoleon died, there is now a threshing machine in opera tion, and stalls for the horses that move it, in his bed chamber.