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• or GEORGIA Hlje cmpi’t-uncf §§§v#sa(>£L JOHN H.-SEALS, NEW SERIES, VOLUME 111. l|t sap (femk. Published every Thursday in the year, except two. TEK9IS : Two Dollars per year? in advance* JOHN H. SRAI jS, So'- e Proprietor. Lionel i,. veazey, editor literary dep’tm’t. ‘JOHN A. REYNOLDS, Publisher. 02310(533* CLtfßs of Ten Names, by sending the Cash, will receive the paper at - - - - slso^copy. Clubs of Five Names, at 180 “ Any person sending us Five new subscribers, inclo sing the money, shall receive an extra copy one year free of cost. ADVERTISING DIRECTORY: Bates of Advertising: 1 square, (twelve lines or less,) first insertion, $1 00 “ Each continuance, _ _ 50 Professional or Business Cards, not exceeding six lines, per year, 5 00 Announcing Candidates for Office, 3 00 Standing Advertisements: Advertisements not marked with the number of insertions, will be continued until forbid, and charged accordingly. Merchants, Druggists and others, may contract for advertising by \he year on reasonable terms. Legal Advertisements: Sale of Land or Negroes, by Administrators, Ex ecutors and Guardians, per square, 5 00 Sale of Personal Property, by Administrators, Ex ecutors and Guardians, per square, 3 25 Notice to Debtors and Creditors, 3 25 Notice for Leave to Sell, 4 00 Citation for Letters of Administration, 2 75 Citation for Letters of Dismission from Adm’n, 500 Citation for Letters of Dismission from Guard’p, 325 Legal Requirements: Sales of Land and Negroes by Administrators, Exec utors or Guardians, are required, by law, to be held on the First Tuesday in the month, between the hours ol ten in the forenoon and three in the afternoon, at the Court-house door of the county in which the property is squate. Notices of these sales must be given in a pub lie Gazette, forty days previous to the day of sale. Notices for the sale of Personal Property must be given at least ten days previous to the day of sale. Notices to Debtors and Creditors of an estate, must be published forty days. Notice that application will be made to the Court oi Ordinary, for leave to sell Land or Negroes, must be pub lished weekly for two months. , Citations for Letters of Administration, must be pub lished thirty days —for Dismission from Administration monthly, six months —for Dismission from Guardianship, forty days. Rules for Foreclosure of Mortgage must be published monthly, for fou^months —for compelling titles from Ex ecutors or Administrators, ‘where a bond has been issued by the deceased, the full space of three months. Publications will always be continued according to these, the legal requirements, unless otherwise or dered. STATE AND FEDERAL AFFAIRS FEDERAL GOVERNMENT. ••James Buchanan, of Pennsylvania, President U. States John C. Breckenridge, of Kentucky, Vice “ Lewis Cass, of Michigan, Secretary of State # Howell Cobb, of Georgia, Secretary of the Treasury Jacob Thompson, of Mississippi, Secretary Interior John B. Floyd, of Virginia “ War Isaac Toucey, of Connecticut “ Navy Aaron V. Brown, of Tennessee, Postmaster-General Jeremiah S. Black, of Pennsylvania, Attorney General J mliciary—Supreme Court. Roger B. Taney, Baltimore, Md. Chief Justice, ap pointed 185 G—Salary $5 000 John McLean, Cincinnati, Ohio, Associate Justice, appointed in 1829 —Salary $4 500 James M. Wayne, Savannah, Ga. Associate Justice, appointed 1839 —Salary $4 500 John A. Campbell, Mfbile, Ala. Associate Justice, appointed 1853—Salary $4 500 John Catron, Nashville, Tennessee, Associate Jus tice, appointed 1837—Salary $4 500 Peter V. Daniel, Richmond, Virginia, Associate Jus tice, appointed 1841—Salary $4 500 Samuel Nelson, Cooperstown, New York, Associote Justice, appointed in 1845 —Salary $4 500 Nathan Clifford, Portland, Maine, Associate Justice, appointed 1857 —Salary $4 500 Robert C. Grier, Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, Associate Justice, appointed 1846 —Salary $4 500 Benjamin C. Howard, Baltimore, Maryland, Reporter, appointed 1843 —Salary $1 300 The Supreme Court is held in the City of Washington, and has one session annually, commencing on the first Monday in December, STATE OF GEORGIA. J. E. Brown, Governor J. A. Steele, Secretary Executive Department John B. Campbelle, “ “ “ M. W. McComb, “ “ “ E. P. Watkins, Secretary of State John B. Trippe, Treasurer Peterson Thweatt, Comptroller General James A. Green, Surveyor General John F. Condon, State Librarian John E. Ward, President of the Senate W. B. Terhune, Secretary of the Senate J.W.H.Underwood,Speaker House Representatives , Alex. M. Speer, Clerk House of Representatives _ William Turk, Principal Keeper Penitentiary Benjah S. Carswell, Assistant “ “ H. J. G. Williams, Inspector of Penitentiary Wm. A. Williams, Book-Keeper “ Dr. Tomlinson Fort,Physician “ Dr. T. Fort, B. P. Stubbs and Dr. L. Strohecker, Trustees Lunatic Asylum. Supreme Court for Correction Errors. Joseph H. Lumpkin, Judge. Term expires 1868 Charles J. McDonald, Judge. “ “ 1861 Henry L. Benning, Judge. “ “ 185 B. Y. Marlin, Reporter R. E. Martin, Clerk First District. —Composed of the Eastern and Middle Judicial Circuits, at Savannah, on the second Mondays in January and June in each year. Second District. —Composed of the Macon, South Western and Chattahoochee * Judicial Circuits at Ma con, on the 4th Monday in January and 3d Monday in Juno in each year. Third District. —Composed of the Flint, Coweta, Blue Ridge and Cherokee Judicial Circuits, at Atlanta, on the 4th Monday in March and 2d Monday in August in each year. Fourth District. —Composed of the Western and Nor therly. Judicial Circuits, at Athens, on the 4th Mondays of May and November of each year. Fifth District. —Composed of the Ocmulgee and Sou thern Judicial Circuits, at Milledgeville, on the 2d Mon days of May and November of each year. *Note. —The Pataula Circuit is attached to the 2d Supreme Court District; Brunswick to the Ist; Talla poosa to the 3d. “ LOST OR STOLEN. ALL persons are forewarned against trading for the following notes: A note on Wm F Luckie for Seventeen Dollars and Forty Cents, dated in April or May last, and due the twenty fifth December thereaf ter ; one on Wm Moore for Twelve Dollars and Twen ty-five Cents, dated in May or June last, and due the twenty-fifth December thereafter; one on David Phelps of Hancock county for Twenty Dollars, dated in March last and due from date ; and one on John Mitchell of Zion for Seventeen Dollars Twelve and a-half esMfi, dated in April last, and due the twenty-fifth of Poeomber thereafter. The above notes were made payable to the subscriber as guardian of free boys Jerry and Ben ; and the ma jjers of the same are make payment to no uerson except myself ex my order. THOMAS D. SANFORD. flrt,'oneßboro\ March 4, 1858. WJLL be paid for a few 80 or 150 acre LAND WARRANTS, on immediate application at this .office. May 27 *_ By a member of the present Graduating Class of Mercer University, a situation as TEACHER for the remainder of the year. 4ddress A. B. C. Pen field, Ga. care of (editors of Temperance Crusader. May 27tfe ‘ 4t THE WEEKLY CHRONICLE & SENTINEL, PUBLISHED AT AUGUSTA, GA. 18 THE LARGEST AND BEST LARGEST AND BEST LARGEST AND BEST LARGEST AND BEST PAPER IN THE STATE. PAPER IN THE STATE. PAPKft IN THE STATE. PAPER IN THE STATE. IN EVERY NUMBER IN EVERY NUMBER IN EVERY NUMBER IN EVERY NUMBER WE GIVE THE READER ’ WE GIVE THE READER WE GIVE THE READER WE GIVE THE READER THREE TO FIVE TIMES As much Reading Matter as is contained in the ordinary Weekly Papers ot the South, consisting of INTERESTING STORIES AND TALES, INTERESTING STORIES AND TALES, INTERESTING STORIES AND TALES, INTERESTING STORIES AND TALES, MARKET REPORTS, MARKET REPORTS, MARKET REPORTS, MARKET REPORTS, LATEST NEWS AT HOME AND ABROAD, LATEST NEWS AT HOME AND ABROAD, LATEST NEWS AT HOME AND ABROAD, LATEST NEWS AT HOME AND ABROAD, &c. &c. &c. The Weekly Chronicle &, Sentinel, devoted to POLITICS, NEWS AND MISCELLANEOUS IN-. TELLIGENCE, is issued every Wednesday morning, contains the LATEST NEWS received by Mail and Telegraph up to Twelve O’clock Tuesday Night, and is mailed to subscribers by the earliest trains from this city, at TWO DOLLARS A YEAR, IN ADVANCE. TRI-WEEKLY PAPER, $4.00, DAILY PAPER, $7.00. Letters should be addressed to W. S. JONES, Augusta, Ga. copies sent free when desired. April 15, 1858 DISSOLUTION.’ THE firm of COE & LATIMER is this day dis solved by mutual consent. H. A. COE, Greencsboro, May Ist, 1858 J. S. LATIMER. The practice will be continued by who will visit Oxford, Penfield, White Plains, Mount Zion, Warrenton, Elberton, Danielsvillc Fort Lamar, of which due notice will be given inthe Crusader and Gazette. Permanent office in J. CUNNINGHAM'S BLOCK, GREENESB OR 0. May 13, 1858 tjanl mA® © A® ® W & ©%* ATLANTA, GEORGIA, HAVE, for six years past, been doing a heavy GR OCER Y, PR OD UCE AND C OMMISSION BUSINESS, and take this method of saying to the readers ol the Crusader that Atlanta, as a produce market, is unequalled in Georgia ; and they are still determined, by prompt and faithful attention to all or ders, to merit a continuance of the liberal patronage heretofore extended to them. Orders for Bacon, Lard, Corn, Flour, Feathers, Groceries, Factory Goods, (pc. must be accompanied with the cash or satisfactory ref erences. [Atlanta, June 3—6 mos linn mms. THE subscriber offers for sale 25 or 30 bushels of the Winter Grass-seed, (known as the Iverscn Grass—he having the reputation of introducing the same into Georgia.) Having raised three crops of this Grass, I am decidedly of the opinion that it is the best that has ever been introduced into this section, it being far preferable to rye or btrley for lots or grazing purpo ses. It grows luxuriantly all winter —hard freezes or heavy rains being no interference. It improves the land on which it grows; neither does it hinder or obstruct the growth of any other crop on the same ground. AH animals that feed on grass are very fond of it. The seed may be sown at any time from June until October and do well. I will refer the public to a perusal of the Circular of Hon. B. V. Iverson. Any person who de sires to procure the Grass-seed from m® can do so by early application, and have it sent to any place which they may designate. D. HERRON. N. B. Any further information wanting can be ob tained by addressing me at Penfield. D. 11. Penfield, Ga. June 3, 1858 8t CERATOCHLOA BREVf ARISTATA Or, Short Awn Horn Grass. Columbus, Ga. Sept. 29th, 1856. To the Planters, Farmers and Stock Raisers of Greene County, Ga : Gentlemen : I take this method to bring to your notice a Foreign Winter Grass, the seed of which is now acclimated, and which I sincerely desire every Planter and Raiser to possess and cultivate. This grass grows in the fall, winter and spring only, and is emphatically a winter grass. For the grazing of stock and making nutritious hay and restoring worn out fields, it has no superior. This grass has the following valuable qualities, which many year’s experience has abundantly demonstrated: Ist It lias the largest seed of any known species of grass, being nearly as large as wheat. 2d It will grow [on very rich ground] from three to four feet high, when seasonable. 3d It is nevet injured by cold —no freeze hurts it. • 4th It is never troubled by insects of any kind. sth It is never injured or retarded in growing by heavy rains, overflows or ordinary drought. Gth It grows as fast as Millet or Lucerne. 7th It is as nutritious as barley, and stock are as fond of it as they are of that. r Bth It will keep horses, mules, cattle, sheep, goats, hogs and poultry fat throughout the winter and spring, from November to May. 9th It will then (the stock being withdrawn, and the ground being rich) yield from three to four tons of ex cellent hay per acre, cutting when the seed is green (in milk) each time. 10th It saves corn and fodder being fed away to stock during the winter and spring. 11th Tt comp!etely*protects fields from washing rains. I2th It ennables fanners to have an abundance of rich milk, cream and butter, with fat beef, mutton, &c. for the table. 13th It will (if followed with our Cornfield pea or bean) give to farmers the cheapest, simplest, the surest and the most paying plan to reclaim worn out fields, and fertilize those not yet so, which the ingenuity of man can devise. 14th It will sow its own seeds after the first time, without expense or trouble, thereby re-producing itself (through its seeds) on the same ground ad infinitum. 15th It does not spread or take possession of a field, so as to be difficult to get rid of, but can be effectually destroyed at any stage before the seed ripen and fallout, by being plowed up or under. This grass having the above enumerated properties, will be found, by all who cultivate it., far superior to any other species ever introduced, or which can be in- j troduced, tor the climate and soil of our country. B. V. IVERSON. THE firm of WM. P. EDMONDSON & CO. is this day dissolved by mutual consent. The out standing debts of the firm will be settled by Wm. P. Edmondson, to whom all demands must be presented, and who is authorised to use the name of the firm in settling the business of the same. May 28th, 1848 W. P. EDMONDSON, June 3—lt WM. O. CHENEY. j A GOOD lot of SALT in new sacks. March 18, 1858 J. M. BOWLES. POWDER and SHOT! J. M. BOWLES. April 22 A SPLENDID article of No. 1 MACKEREL. Feb 11 J. M. BOWLES & CO. Death is a fearful thing : The wearied and most loathed earthly life That age, ache, penury and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a Paradise To what we fear of death ! He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare; And he who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere. • —The Persian, THE ADOPTED ORGAN OE ARE THE TEMPERANCE ORGANIZATIONS IN THE STATE. PENFIELD, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, JUNE 10, 105 8. / /* EDITRESS’ \\ ( V Ql^Jc^r^ga.g^-Ckr J ) BY MRS. M. E. BRYAN. A PEEP BEHIND THE SCENES, \ ears ago, in looking over an old library, I chanced to stumble upon a time-worn volume, whose quaint title of “ The Devil on two sticks,” induced me to read it. I think it was by a Ger man author, though I have forgotten the name; but it was tinctured with the mysticism, the strange mixture of poetry and philosophy, sense and superstition, that belongs to the German school. A student—probably of Gottingen—by the accidental breaking of a glass jar, sets at lib erty an imp who had been confined there many centuries, and in gratitude to his deliverer, the spirit grants him the power of being invisible on certain occasions, and takes him on a round through the city, that by a descent of its chim neys he may take a peep behind the scenes, and make himself master of the domestic secrets so many spend their lives in endeavoring to con ceal. Think of that, oh! ye prying, scandal-loving gossips, male and female, who in your hearts fre quently deplore the scarcity of news that might lay claim to a shadow of truth, and are forced to draw upon your own powers of invention : think, ye living telegraphs, what an improvement on keyhole facilities, on cross-questioning of servants and making spies of your children, it would be if you had the student’s power of rendering your selves invisible at will, and with eye and ear in tent, and tongue silent, (what a serious difficulty that last would be!) you could*drink in such knowledge of your neighbor’s .affairs, as would occupy all your time and ingenuity in embellish, ing and disseminating it. How many peaked nosed spinsters and slander-loving meddlers of both sexes would sell their souls for the privilege! But let us not be uncharitable ; curiosity is a weakness inherent in all the children of Adam. Without doubt, that, quite as much as benevo lence, influenced the excellent Haroun Alraschid. in his researches into his neighbor’s affairs, and very few of us there are so free from human frailty that we would not like to’ take an occa sional peep behind the scenes, in the great drama of human life going on around us. But it was not the gratification of this natural feeling that induced the “ Devil on two .sticks” to open to his protege, the doors of private cham bers, and reveal to him human nature in its nakedness, stripped of the accessories that dazzle the eye of the uninitiated. Hqgwished to teach him the stern lessons that youth learns in the long and painful school of experience- to teach him what a gilded humbug—what a whited sep ulchre is life. “All is not gold that glitters,” is a truism man kind had learned long before the advent of Shak speare. Tile world is a mighty masquerade, and men wear false faces and act their parts before each other; and a disenchanting process it would be to the unexperienced, if they could look be yond the “outward seeming.” They would find that, not alone is deception practiced upon the stage, where Jones and his wife, as Lord and Lady Macbeth, drink colored water from goblets of gilt pasteboard, and where Im petite Cclestine, alias Polly Price, the tailor’s daughter, wins the hearts of newsboys and clerks by whirling around in the ballet, in a cloud of dirty tulle, and goes at night to eat stale beef and sleep in the straw. Yet, not hero alone is the pleasant game of deception practised. It is in constant operation in the every-day life around us. There, in your board ing house, is Mrs. Mince, wlio calls lier husband “ Charles dear” in public, and boxes his ears in private. There is Col. and Mrs. Pompadour and their magnificent daughter, who wears paste dia monds and trailing brocades, talks largely of “my uncle, Gov. H. of Virginia,” ignores all ac quaintance with plebian labor, and ushers her visitors into parlors, reflecting the rich lustre of rosewood and ebony. Take a peep behind the scenes, into the private apartments where no guest is permitted to enter; see how heroically the Pompadours starve at home; how the gi and Colonel blacks his own boots and Miss Arabella cooks fragmentary veg etables and stale sausages, and sleeps on dilapi dated matresses. Then again, there is Harry H. a fresh country importation, who, in public and private, vows eternal love to his beautiful Sappho, and by the aid of rhyming dictionaries and a reg iment of standard poets, succeeds in manufac turing verses upon her arched eyebrows and graceful ringlets. Ah ! enamored youth, could you know that those very curls you pressed to .your lips repose every night in her bureau drawer; that those “ brows divine” cost her half an hour to pencil, and the cheek’s blushing roses were purchased yesterday at the perfumery’s—could you, in brief, have some friendly “ Devil on two sticks” to unbar to you the. lady’s dressing-room, and afford you an opportunity of comparing “ Sappho, at her toilet’s greasy task, With Sappho, fragrant at an evening mask,” how your infatuation would vanish! And the gallant young Lothario’s whom romantic dam sels convert into dark-eyed heroes, who quote Byron, speak familiarly of Tom Moore and talk of taking European tours—what if their admiring Dulcinias could take a peep behind the scenes, and behold the youth of “manly form’’ carried to bed by his valet, vomiting cheap whiskey on the way, or see the noble “being” dodging around corners and through by-lanes, to elude exaspera ted tailors and washerwomen, or plastering down his dickey, minus the lower appendages, and | thrusting his shirtless arms into the broadcloth coat they thought so elegant. And you. oh ! Ccelebs, in search of a wife, if you could look in upon the gil ls who last night smiled and blushed and looked like veritable angels in their fluttering blue ribbons and white muslins, if you could see those “delicate Ariels” ten min utes after the party is over, gathered in their robes de no it around a snuffbox, with a mop between their rosy lips, your astonishment would only equal your disgust. You go to Mrs. B’s soiree, and are charmed with the pretty, loving way with which she leans upon her husband’s arm and looks up into his face. “What a happy couple!” you mentally ejaculate. Ah simpleton! you do not know that the secret of Mrs. B’s bright eyes and flushed cheeks, is a domestic tornado that fifteen minutes before raged behind the curtain; that the very bouquet she holds up to her husband with the naive smilo you think so charming, was sent her with a private npte by the handsome Captain yonder, and that when, with one jewelled hand she places a moss rose-bud in the button T hole of Mr. 8., with the other she drops a billet demx into the palm of the Captain, who has seized her hand for the dance. Is she more reprehensible than yonder saintly matron—leader of the Dorcas soci ety and infinitely interested in the heathen of Borroboolah Gah—and who yet coolly cheats her sewing girl out of a third of her hard earnings, and turns the little orphan she has taken from charity into a drudge of all work, speaking with mock humility of her benevolence in public, and in the safe seclusion of her chamber boasting of her shrewdness to her husband—the liberal merchant prince—the Christian philanthropist, deacon in the new church, with his name at the head of all subscriptions—who leads class on Sunday morn ings, and in the evening sands his sugar, waters his molasses and mixes pebbles in his coffee sacks, in the back room of his grocery, safe from prying eyes. Very well it is that people cannot peep behind the scenes, for what would become of the com placency of Mrs. C., who, after a long, tirade against her* dear friend, Mrs. F. concludes by qui etly adjusting her collar and saying—“ But poor tiling, I haven’t the heart to break with her en tirely ; she is so fond of me; I assure you she quite doses upon me.” How her crest would droop if she knew that her “dear friend” was at that moment saying the very same things about herself! Ah well; examples might be extended and multiplied, but conscience bids us look within. Dare we cast the stone at an erring brother? Are not we, too, acting a part, and do we never flatter our acquaintances and change our tone when their backs are turned ? Would it be a matter of indifference to us if a “devil on two sticks” had access to our private chambers ? All! at the great day of wrath, when the veil shall be withdrawn, the curtain lifted and our secret life revealed, how many of us shall shrink from the dread or deal ! M. E. B. EXCHANGE OF FLATTERIES. | T has been said, that at no period of her life is X a woman proof against flattery. In many, the appetite becomes morbid. They will pertina ciously fish for compliments, even when their common sense teaches them that they must be uttered at the expense of truth. Young ladies have a habit of trafficking in compliments, deal ing out their flatteries profusely for the purpose of receiving others in exchange. “Oh! sweet, how lovely you do look to-night! That blue crepe is superb. How do you think I look ?” is a very common and very transparent ruse to obtain food for craving vanity, and our would-be blue stockings, carry this into their po etry. The other day, in looking over the pages of an exchange, I found that all the poetical con tributions (of which there were several) were upon this principle of exchange. Thus, Minnie (who, having published some lines about her own heart, fancies herself one of the “giftedfew,’’) ad dresses some lackadaisical stanzas to “Lillie,” calling her “sweet bird of song,” praying once more to lmar her “notes divine,” begging her ac ceptance of the humble offering she lays at her “ gifted feet,” and saying a great deal of nonsense about spiritual affinities and intellectual sympa thies, which she has gathered without under standing from Mrs. Browning. Forthwith—on the principle of recompense— Lillie returns the compliment by an affecting an swer to Minnie—greeting her spirit’s friend with school-girl enthusiasm, alluding touchingly to her loveliness of heart, and the consolation she finds in the “music of her own sad lyre,” and winding up by assuring her “sweet sister min strel,” that her song has fallen like healing dew upon her withered heart; whereupon, the sweet minstrel determines the blighted heart of her friend shall have the full benefit of the soothing applications of her genius, and the pages of the next “Weekly Garlend” are enriched by another offering to “Lillie,” which, in its turn, demands a response, and so on ad infinitum. Now, this is sheer desecration of the province of poetry. If these “daughters of song” are re ally legitimate offsprings, if they truly feel within their souls, the “stirrings of tliegift divine,"sure ly their muse can venture upon a higher flight. In the living world around us, with its beauty and its blight, they might certainly find topics better suited to the labors of genius, than the versification of hackneyed compliments and stale sentiments. The empire of poetry, though prin ted with the feet of inspired pilgrims, has still flowers unculled, blooming in solitary places— flowers of gorgeous beauty, and sweet, humbler blossoms, whose fragrance would fall like a bless ing on weary hearts. Let poets go back to na ture and translate for us the language of her birds and flowers, or the sublimer writing of God on the sea, the star-gemmed sky, and the un trodden snow of mountains. Or, let them look within and interpret into words that breathe the music of the heart—the human heart, with its joys, its hopes, its unspeak able sorrows, its yearnings for higher life, its deathless passions and pleading love. Let them do this, and learn to follow nature in her simpli city > and let those who have not been consecra ted by the holy baptism of genius, withdraw from her altar, “For hands will scribble, that should only bake.” Let them do this, I say, and the shrine of po esy will not be so often desecrated, or sacrilege committed in her sacred temple. M. E. B. 10ST, YET NOT DEAD. IT is sad to watch the life-breath stealing fainter and fainter through lips that we have pressed in the red bloom of health; sad to fold hands that have clasped ours in love’s kindly pressure above a pulseless bosom; to hear the rain falling upon the graves of the loved and lost, and know we have one less to stand by us in the battle of life; but oh ! there is a grief yet more bitter; a desolation still more profound ; a gulf of separa tion between hearts wider than that of which death is the creator, for grief is softened and hal lowed by the parting kiss and blessing, and the memory of undoing affection; the bridge of hope spans the abyss of the grave, and beyond love stands beckoning glory crowned on the shores of eternity ; but when human passions and agencies have sundered the tie of friendship; when cold ness and estrangement have frozen the fountain of love, no such tender hopes and memories sanc tify the loss. The feeling may be a selfish oh! is it not less mournful to close the pale lids above eyes whose last glance lingered lovingly upon yours, thah to see those eyes turn upon you with cold indifference? Is it not better to feel the last faint fluttering of the heart pressed to yours than to know that that heart still throbs on, high with life and health, and yet, not one pulsation quickens at your name; that the flame of love is burned to cold a?hes on its altar, and olden memories and sweet associations have no power to kindle the fire anew ? Os all the lamentable sounds of earth, “ There are none that leaven the air With a more bitter leaven of sure despair, *1 han these words 1 1 loved once M and there is no torture more keen and refined, than when youi’ heart is weary and desolate, aching for love and sympathy, to meet, in a giddy crowd, an eye that once grew bright at yourcoin ing, and shrink beneath its glance of coldness or aversion ; to see the sneer curl the lip we have kissed in passionate tenderness; to look up, wist fully, at the sound of a familiar tone, only to hear words of withering sarcasm in the same voice that once called you by all the sweet, endearing names of love . . Not dead, yet lost tous (<m.veiv- A giave in the heart, over which hope strews no flowers Loved once! but alas! the fountain that fertil ized the soul, is changed to a Marah of bitterness, Ihe flowers once trampled upon, can never bloom again, for even reconciliation cannot bring back lost confidence; “no deep wound ever closed without a scar,” and no cement can restore the shattered vase to its pristine beauty. M. E. B. . TRUE HEROES. MAN is not the selfish, contemptible animal that cynics would have us believe. Thecrea ture God formed in his own image, has not whol ly lost all likeness to the great and glorious origi nal ; and the divine virtues of courage and forti tude— of patience and undying love, are not so rare in their exercise, as we are tempted to think in our darker moments, where the mist of doubt obscures our vision. There are more lofty souls than high renowns, and more heroes than histo ry or fame has chronicled. We pass them by un noticed, in our eager pursuit of wealth or plea sure, until some chance circumstance rends the veil of selfishness; or it may be, death throws the gleam of his torch hack upon the lives of the lost, and we pause and look about us, and lo! we have walked side by side with those of whom the world was not worthy—heroes in the battle of life, with the true courage of the con queror—the patience that endures, that ennobles and redeems—martyrs, wearing their crown of thorns with a smile of such serene resignation, that we never dreamed how deeply they pierced the bleeding foreheads. With such spirits as these, we have walked fa miliarly ; but the dust of life’s great thorough fare obscured their brightness, and we knew them not, till we caught the shimmering of their wings, as they passed from earth forever. There are pale forms that we constantly en counter in the busy scenes of life—frail, youthful forms—it may be of slender children—with the look of premature age on their young brows, or forms weary and bent with years, that yet en shrine souls of heroism, more strong and true, and infinitely more pure than that which bade Ctesar and Napoleon sacrifice their fellow-man at the shrine of their ambition. Oh! the patient, toiling ones of earth, laboring with self-denying courage for the loved ones de pendent on them for bread, bearing, in silence, the heavy burden of poverty—the sneer of the callous—the cruelty of the oppressor, and often— worse fate of all—their noble self-abnegation un appreciated by those for whom their heart’s blood is drained, drop by drop. There are no records of such heroes on the pages of history; there are none to grave their names on monuments of mar ble ; but think you their mute, patient suffering— their holy fortitude will be unrewarded ? “ Ye shall be sorrowful,” said the Saviour in his last touching exhortation to his chosen ones— which, in simple pathos and sublime tenderness, stands alone in literature—“ Ye shall be sorrow ful ; hut your sorrow shall be turned to joy.” Aye, and in the day of retribution, when the lau rels of earth’s crowned and worshipped ones are scathed by the lightnings of divine wrath, then, and not till then, shall it be knowm who were the world’s true heroes. M. E. B. MERCER UNIVERSITY. THE catalogue for 1857—’8 of this well-known and deservedly popular University is now be fore us, showing it to be still prosperous and im proving. It can hardly be otherwise, with the liberal patronage it possesses—its abundant re sources—its efficient corps of teachers—thorough discipline and excellent situation, in a quiet village, whose morality and freedom from dissi pation are proverbial in the State. Wo see, in the list of graduates and students, the names of several that are personally known to us, for we have the good fortune to claim as friends more than one who are proud of owning Mercer University as their Alma Mater. May it continue to improve and flourish, and maintain the high reputation it has won. M. E. B. COMMON SENSE VOUNG YOUNG LADIES- If young ladies only know it, they would be makingjthemselves for more attractive in the eye of sensible persons of the opposite sex, by showing that they are not afraid of performing a little la bor than by a mawkish impression that they are above work. Houng men of brains, while of course despising that slavery that would continually keep the ladies at the washstand, or at the sewing ta ble, without amusement and relaxation at all, love to see a desire in young ladies to make them selves useful, and in selecting a wife would vastly prefer such an one; It is all a mistaken point that ladies need he dressed in furs and silks and feathers, to win the admiration of young men. We know of a half a cfozen of young men who fell in love with their wives when dressed in plain est clothing. At a late ball in Baltimore, a gentleman (prob ably of the codfish aristocracy,) having danced with a young lady whose attractions, both per sonal and conversational, seemed to have made impressions on his sensibilities, asked to have the pleasure of seeing her on the following evening. “Why no, sir,” replied the fair one, “ I .shall be engaged to-morrow evening but 1 will tell you when you can see me.” “ I shall be most happy,” exclaimed the stricken swain. “Well, on Saturday,” resumed the lady, “you can see me at the foot of Marsh’ market, selling cabbage!” * Tke gentleman went, saw the usefulness of the lady, was still more entranced with her, aud they were married shortly after. —Crystal Fountain. A Western cotemporary (who is an old bache lor) says “ every word of the following fragment is true The girls are all a fleeting show, For man’s delusion given: Their smiles of joy, their tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deeeitful flow, k There’s not one true in twenty seven l EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. er ‘A T e welcome “ Rena” toour columns with pride and pleasure, hoping often to be favored with droppings from her graceful pen. Lit. Editor. [Written for the Georgia Temperance Crusader.] A LAY OF SPRING. Trees are sighing in the breeze, Dew is sparkling on the leaves ; Waked from slumbers of the night Flowers smile in beauty bright. And the trill of birds from the budding spray, As they leap and carol their merry lay, Rings cheerily on the balmy breeze, And swetly echoes from the bending trees. Light is dancing o’er the glade, Quiv’ring in the silent shade ; The cattle’s bell within the field, Chants a ceaseless joyous peal. And glad streams are rippling with joyous tone, Dancing and gliding o’er the mossy stone By the bubbling spring whose waters so sweet, Are dreamily slumbering at my feet. Clouds arc floating in the sky, In silent beauty passing by, Tinged with gold a purple hue, Crimsom and a shade of blue. The brown bee is sipping the nectar’s sweet, The grasshopper chirrups around my feet; And butterflies float on beautiful wing, Around the fresh-blooming flowers ofspring. The woodman's axe in echoes loud, Resounds within the leafy wood— Nature’s awake, earth is glad, And I, oh, no! I’ll not be sad : Let my heart he filled with beautiful light When the world is beaming, joyous and bright; Let my spirit reflect its thousand rays, And my murmuring accents all be praise. For soon the merry spring will go, And summer skies will brightly glow, And golden autumn follow soon, Gleaming with the harvest moon. Then let me rejoice in the song of the birds, The flowers that speak such sweet gentle words; And let me be glad as the zephyr’s soft wing, That floats in the beautiful light of spring. Atlanta, Georgia. RENA. BRIDAL BELLS. BY MARY E. BRYAN. Put your arm around me, mother, Raise me softly from the bed, Once again on your dear bosom Let me lay my aching head. Lightly let your soothing fingers Put aside my tangled hair— Let me look upon, the beauty Ofthis Sabbath, still and fair. See! the checkered sunlight falling, Golden through the linden trees, And haik! the bells’ glad chiming Comes upon the passing breeze. Why ring such merry pealings On this stilly, Sabbath day ? Nay do not tremble mother, Do not turn your eyes away. I know, that for his bridal Ring to-day those marriage hells; I had thought that they would smite me Like the sound of funeral kneels. But a change has come upon me; I waken as from sleep, And upon my troubled spirit Falls a stillness, sweet and deep. You see that I can name him With no flush upon my cheek, Through my tones no tremor thrilling, Though you deemed me frail and weak. I can think ofhim as standing By his fair and bright haired bride, And though all the holy angels Know his place is by my side, Yet, no dark and vengeful feeling Turns my thoughts to bitterness, Though I know his lips are pressing Upon hers the nuptial kiss. See! I’m smiling mother dearest; Do not think me mad I pray, When I say, I fain would bless her Upon this her bridal day; Fuin would bid her love him dearly, Through life’s darkest, stormiest hours, For the sake of one that shall be Soon asleep beneath the flowers. Yesternight, os I lay thinking In the midnight’s loneliness, With a Marah tide o’erflooding All my soul with bitterness, The holy spirit-slumber Pressed her kisses on my eyes, And a dream arose before me, As the miraged pictures rise. All around me lay the sunshine, Golden as it beams to-day, And I heard the glad bells ringing And I saw a bright array, And a bride, all crowned with myrtles, And he standing by her side. And I stretched my hands toward him And dispairingly I cried; But the bridal bells’ gay chiming Drowned my spirit’s yearning wail, And the vision passed betore me, Shrouded in a misty veil; And a change came o’er my dreaming. In a night of cloud and storm, I, amid the gathering darkness, Stood the only human form ; And there came a solemn tolling, Sounding through my troubled sleep, Like a ponderous bell, slow swinging Over waters, wide and deep. Unseen fingers round my forehead, Damp and chilly chaplets twine ; “ Welcome bride !” a strange voice\vhispers, And a hand is laid in mine. Its cold touch dispelled the vision And it faded into air, But that whisper, full of meaning, Lingers yet upon my ear. And I know that I am dying. Oh! my mother, fond and true, Put my failing arms around you, Fold me closer yet to you; For I hear that strange hell swinging Over subterranean waves, And the sun looks wan and ghastly Like the lights that dance on graves. You’ll still let this faded flewer Lieupon my bosom there; ‘Tis the rose that last his fingers Twined amid my braided hair. Do you think, when I am sleeping Underneath the blasted tree, He will pause within the churchyard With remorseful thoughts of me ? I fear me that my memory (Ver his hearth a shade will cast, But you’ll tell him I forgave him And I loved him to the last. Ah! I feel your tears are falling, Though nivsight is strangely dim. Alas ! with death so near me, That my thoughts should be of him. Thomasville. ROMANTIN, VERY. A celebrated cantatrice, * now “starring” it in Paris, lately received from a Muscovite prince, a handsome brooch in diamonds, in acknowledge ment of admiration ; but not wishing to accept a gift, the motive of which might be misconstrued, she returned it with warm'thanks. Next day she received a letter from the prince, approving highly of her decision, but the writing in this letter had a singularly glistening appearance; and it was af terwards found that the magnate, not to be out done in generosity, had reduced the returned dia monds to fine powder, with which he had be sprinkled the wet ink, and had thus insured th weeptance of homage. VOL. -XXIV. NUMBER 21