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LITERARY j .®empi'tmce (Erufwilf. * if PENFIELD, GEORGIA. L. LINCOLN VEAZEY, ....... y'. EbiTor. * THURSDAY MORNING, JUNE 10,1858. Messrs. Hammond & Purkinson, of Allatoona, have discovered a gold mine in Cass county, from which they arc realizing from SISO to S2OO per day. - The wheat in this section (says the Athens Watch man, of the 3d inst.) looks well, and we think it is now—the most of it—out of the reach of rust. The directors of the Central Railroad and •Bank ing company declared a semi-annual dividend of ♦live per cent. The annual examination of the Cadets of West Point Military Academy, is now in progress be- j fore the board of visitors appointed by the Presi dent. There are twenty-seven members in the graduating class, among whom are Lerdv Napier, dr. and B. M. Thomas, of this State. Wk learn that Col. D. E. Butler, of Madison, and Cincinnatus Peeples, Esq. of Forsyth, will de liver addresses at the next Commencement of the Southern Masonic Female College, Covington, Ga. which takes place on the 23d and 24th of June. The Edinburgh Review for April is an attractive •fiumber, containing the following table of con tents: Ist, Annals of California; 2d, The Eastern Church; 3d, Theirs’ History of the Consulate and the Empire; 4th, The Railways of Great Britain; sth, The works of the late Edgar Allen Poe; oth, ’Fhe Speeches of Lord Brougham; 7th, Buckle’s , History of Civilization in England; Bth, The ; Conquest of Oude: 9th, The Second Derby Min- ; istry. Blackwood'a Magazine, monthly, and the four Quarterly Reviews are all issued from the Pub lishing House ot L. Scott & Cos. 79 Fulton St. New York, at $3.00 each per annum. All of them sent to one address for SIO.OO. People who think poverty a disgrace and wealth a merit, are very slow in discovering worth of any other kind. If tliey perceive intellectual endow ments, they are more disposed to condemn than admire. The narrow-mindedness which they have contracted makes them think every plan of life wrong, save that which they have pursued, And no act deserving of credit that has not its beginning and end in money. Pride and Honesty began their journey to gether ; but the companionship was soon found to %e disagreeable to both. Pride was continually mortified by the unpretending simplicity of Hon esty, while Honesty was none the less scanda lized by the deceptive arts practised by Pride. They accordingly parted company, Pride hasten ing to overtake Arrogance and Ambition, while Honesty fell back with Modesty, whose unobtru sive merits they had both at first overlooked. Few authors can intrude their personal traits in to their writings, without detracting from their ■dignity. The writer of a jest book, or even the “conductor of a newspaper, may talk to liis readers in plain conversational style; but if the author of a serious volume allows his vanity to betray liim into making known his individual opinions and the points of his personal history, our con t. tempt for him will, in a great degree, destroy the merits of his book. The best productions of which our language can boast, were composed by men of whose personality comparatively little is known. V|W is the winter of our discontent made J.'i glorious summer;” is the joyful exclama tion of all those who, like ourself, deem cold one of the chief ills to which flesh is heir. The icy breath of winter that held long contest with the genial breezes of spring have passed away, and we now luxuriate in the balmiest month of all the year. Nature, throughout field and forest, is decked in lovely vestments of emerald, upon which the eye dwells with supreme delight. Veg etation, under the kindly influences of sunshine and shower, grows as if it hasted to attain its per fection. Then the lusciousness of ripening fruits, the rich aroma of flowers perfuming every wind, the notes of winged songsters swelling in full pecans of praise to their Maker, render this the most glorious of seasons. We love summer; it is the fruition of hopes which have sustained us when winter shrouded all beauty in coldness and ! gloom. Its soft winds and calm moonlit nights I tbring health and enjoyment, while its warmth j smd rains arc essential to animal existence. *■*” j THE April number of the Edinburg Review con- ■ tains a paper on the Life, Character and Wri tings of Edgar A. Poe, which would certainly be considered ill-natured, were the subject one of which more good ecu Id be .truthfully written, q “here has always becii a -prevailing tendency, wi tli British critics, to depreciate American litcr atui’c, -and in the case of Poe, they have too plau sible oret exts for doing so. His history is ob scured'. by so many dark spots, his character mavre dby eo many hateful vices, that one must be pos cessed -of justice in no small degree to award to his productions that amount of admiration which they deuerve. He was gifted by nature to an extent that-might have rendered him the boast of his country- Fortune was not. his foe, but pro- j sented with lavish hand the favors which he ! recklessly squandered. His genius has immor- i talized him, bub immortalized liim, alas ! to teach posterity the important lesson that she cannot supply the want of virtue or atone for departures from moral rectitude. /■ I IN the “ Citizen of the World,” the Chinese Philos opher relates to his Eastern correspondent a dream, in which he saw a mirror that had the power of revealing the traits of character, as well as the features of the countenance. Could every mirror become possessed of this magic power, how soon would they cease to be considered a neces sary piece of furniture. There are not a dozen houses in which one would remain for twenty four hours after this quality became known. The fashionable belle now spends hours before her looking-glass, arranging with the utmost precis ion the most minute part of her toilet. If, how ever, she beheld reflected from its surface the ’.hateful passions that find a home in that bosom nVhose outward purity rivals the whiteness of the •drapery that covers it, she would flee from the _ Eigiht. She would prefer having her external andornings in confusion, than to know the extent of her moral nakedness. Avery small fraction t f time would suffice for the dandy to give an ar- itie arrangement to his neck-tie, when his q vv arfed and deformed soul was at the same time ‘ented to his view. Almost every individual c mid name, of every class, would shrink from the te fearing the revealing of some trait which ‘ihey and 1 known even to themselves. In the poe f ’’ 8 v **icn, only one person afforded a re flection c unspotted innocence ; but slie was an idiot deai *dumb from her bi.rth, ’ i v J-TT is strange with what undisturbed conscien ] 1 oes men will put forth and advocate, with all | the strength of their reason, opinions which they !do not believe. The fact that they will do so, is j humbling to our pride, and the motives which I induce them to act thus are still more humilia ting; yet, it is notorious that men daily sp&k, write and act what they know to he false. This is more true of those who think and rea son practically, than of those whb indulge in vis ionary speculations. These latter become de ranged, and are really convinced that the wild notions which they entertain are correct. But the former have in view some end which they desire to accomplish, and set their wits to work to frame a code of ethics which will justify tlieir course. Not a proposition which they advance would, on a fair statement, gain their candid and unqualified assent. If, however, they can induce others to adopt and act upon the opinions which they profess, their aim is accomplished. There j is a wide difference between the licavcn-daring wickedness of the Atheist and the dark-dyed villany of Machiavel. The one seeking to pass the bounds which a kind Providence has prescribed | for liis knowledge, begins in doubting what he I | might know to he true, and ends in believing ! ! nothing. The other, adopting practically the ; ! maxim that ‘‘the end sanctifies the means,” holds | ! that any instrumentality is legitimate by which j [ a proposed end may he attained. I’he two doc- \ i trines,if universally embraced, might produce shn- | ilar results, converting mankind into a race of de-’ mons and cursing every spot of earth with misery j and ruin. But maeltia veil ism would be more sure 1 and rapid in performing its work than infidelity. ! Self-interest is the principal, if not the only motive, which induces men to practice this form of machiavellism. In extreme rare cases, a per son may attempt the accomplishment of some good and worthy end by making false professions; hut apart from the almost absolute certainty of having his motives misinterpreted, such an one can never have our unqualified approbation. The sanctification of the means by the end is a dangerous doctrine, and should he practically adopted only under circumstances of the most urgent necessity. But the most of those who conceal their real sentiments and express opinions which are not theirs, do so in order to pander to public preju dice and gain favor from the multitude. They have conceived a morbid and vicious desire to gain popularity, whatever ‘may he its cost. If they find the current of public opinion running in some filthy sewer, they seek not to change it to some cleanlier channel, hut eagerly fall in, and strive to produce the belief that they lead, while they only follow. The “dear people” arc flat tered and caressed, and asked implicitly to be lieve that their good is the only object sought. When, however, they find that their best inter ests have been sacrificed to the personal aggran dizement of these demagogues, they learn too late that all this patriotic cant was sheer hypoc risy. The world is full of deception, i >ur observa tion and experience teach us that we may expect it in everybody and everything. The conven tional rules of society are every day rendering it more necessary as a science, while its success proves its usefulness as an art. Yet, as we said at the beginning, it is strange that people who lay claim to morality and profess to make the precepts of the Gospel the rules of their practice, should unscrupulously profess what they do not believe. MANY persons who affect to write pure En glish, make use of words which Johnson and “Webster never knew. There is a prevailing dis position to corrupt our language by attempts to im prove upon its simplicity. Some who possess no celebrity to give them such authority, are contin ually introducing into tlieir productions new words and novel combinations of tlieir own in vention. If these were necessary to give point to a sentence, or useful in conveying some deli cate shade of thought, they might be pardoned. But in most instances it is the effect of a vain, supercilious pride which scorns to use the same old words and phrases which have been used by the best speakers and writers. The greatest evil, however, from which our language suffers, and lias suffered for the last hundred years, is the great influx of foreign words. Almost every day we meet with some word that has been lately anglicised from the Latin or Greek, and still more often from flic French, by some of those writers who are so eager in their pursuit after something new. Did they exercise half the ingenuity in the endeavor to coin some new thought that they do in attempts to coin some new form of expression, their pro ductions might he more readable. Ibis class of scribblers have begotten a nondescript language that is not the vernacular of any nation under the sun, out a heterogeneous mixture of them all, which neither the wise or ignorant can un derstand. Very near akin to this error, isthat into which many writers fall of adorning tlieir productions with quotations from other languages. This, doubtless, gratifies their pedantic vanity, hut if they write with any other aim, their course is ab surd. Whoever writes lor the masses, must write in a languge that they can comprehend. In the confused medley in which many writers embody their ideas, the wisdom of Bacon or the wit of Voltaire would he of none effect. Simplicity of style is not only compatible with beauty, but is essential to its highest perfection. There be sub jects, indeed, in the discussion of which, words familiar only to the educated arc obliged to be employed. But even then, the style in all other ! respects'can be such as to render this feature un : objectionable. This is the style which he who ! would win distinction by his literary labors must j adopt—a style which the uneducated can appre i eiate and the lcarped admire. Wc have a language which is acknowledged on all hands to he one of the best ever known—rich ; flexible and dignified. There is nothing of grace, j beauty or pointedness which a writer cannot im ; part to his composition without a departure from | our authorized vocabulary. Our great standard | authors, who can never he more than equalled, | wrote pure English, without the aid of foreign ] quotations or vulgar slang. In view of facts like these, the conduct of those who write incompre hensible jargon, such as might have been heard when God sent confusion of tongues on the buil ders o( Babel, is unpardonable. - Says the last (Athens) Southern Banner—Jlono | rahlc George Bancroft, the historian, passed ! through this place last Saturday, on his way to Ciarkesville. We understand his object is to en joy the beautiful mountain scenery of upper Geor gia.” I a Argument seldom ends in proselytism. When two men argue, each strives for victory, and “ A man convinced against his will, Is of the same opinion still.” The English correspondent of the Zion's Iler rald writes: “ Thomas Cooper, the noted skeptic, and author of “ The Purgatory of Suicides,” has recently be come a convert to Christianity ; and after having spent thirty years of his life in lecturing and writ in” against tile Bible, he is now striving to male re paration for the mischief he must have done by lecturing in defence of the Sacred Scripture.” Gen. Twiggs arrived at Galveston on the 28th ult., on his way to his post at San Antonio as com mander of the military department of Texas. -•*T\EAD and forgotten.” It is the epitaph which jj Oblivion lias written on the tombs of mil lions who once trod the earth. The prints which tlieir toiling feet left upon the sand have been effaced; the massive fabrics which their hands [ formed have crumbled to dust, and every relict jof their skill departed. Tlieir very names are j lost; the deeds which they performed on the I world’s stage unknown, and the brightness of j their glory laded as sinks a .summer cloud in the i depths of ether. “Dead and forgotten.” A host of melancholy reflections crowd unbidden on the mind at those words. What high thoughts, ambitious aspira tions and ennobling sentiments lived out their j brief span and passed away 1 The air set in mo ! tion by the Orator’s moving breath, has comple ted its last undulating circle and lost itself amid the infinitude of space. The feelings by wdaich their bosoms were once agitated, passed like evanescent bubbles on the water’s surface, leaving behind no mark of their existence. A line, a book, a moss-grown grave or a slowly crumbling pile has here and there rescued one from the waves of oblivion, and given him a place among | the memorable. j “ Dead and forgotten.” It is no small, insig ; nificant tribe of whom these words are written, ! Vast populous notions have returned to the dust j I from which they were shaped, leaving behind ! ! them only the name by which all were known, j ; Beneath that dark flood of forgetfulness are buried ! all that host with which Egypt’s King pursued j j the retiring children of Israel. There sleep that j ! untold multitude whose toiling labors rendered 1 Babylon one of the wonders of the world. Ilis tory tells us that Persia's King looked down from the heights of Athos on a proud array of two mil lions of soldiery, and as lie thought of the evan escence of tlieir Jieing, his eves filled with tears of regret. 1Q was a subject for which they might well have been slied: for of all that vast army that lay before him then, not more than four or : five names have escaped oblivion. So likewise have thousands upon thousands ol” every nation, tribe and race taken tlieir stations in that tomb, upon the silence of which rememberance never intrudes. - “[Dead and forgotten.” This is the fate to ! which the great majority of those who now live i upon the earth .arc rapidly hastening. The hooks ! which many put forth i.i the hope df winning | immortality, will precede some and follow others j to that realm where all is forgotten. “ The cloud capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples,” shall all molder to decay, and leave not a rack behind to tell of the skill and power .of the builders. Some arc forgotten before the flower lias bloomed upon tlieir graves; others may live in the memory of men perhaps for a century; but a thousand years hence, not more than one in a hundred thousand will have escaped obliv ion ; yet, the world is full of candidates for fame, all eagerly striving to avoid the fate of being for gotten when dead. The name of Douglas Jerrolcl, through the book which has lately been published by his son, has become as much a synonym of wit as those of Sidney Smith or Charles Lamb. We find in “Harper’s Weekly” a number of his witticisms, some of the best of which select. “ Honesty without sharpness in this world is like a sword without edge or point—very well for show, hut of no real use to the owner.” “Intellect: anew fangled thing, just come up and the sooner it goes out the better.” “Nowadays men think they're frogs before they’re tadpoles.” “ The names of houses are for the world out side. When folks read ‘Rose Cottage’ on the wall, they seldom think of the lots of thorns that are inside.” “ Look here; you must allow that woman ought, as much as in. her lies, to make this world quite a paradise, seeing that she lost us the original gar den. We talk as philosophers, and when all is said and done about what we owe to woman, you must allow that we have a swinging balance against her. There’s that little matter of the apple still to he settled for.” “ Virtue’s a beautiful thing in women, when they “don’t go about, like a child with a drum, making all sorts of noise with it. There are some women who think virtue was'given to them as claws were given to cats —to do nothing hut scratch with.” “ Nature has been very kind to them. Next to the rhinoceros, there is nothing in the world armed like a woman. And she knows it.” “ Never own a woman is right; do it once, and on the very conceit of it, she'll be always wrong for the rest of her life.” “ How few there are who, starting in youth, an imated by great motives, do not’ at thirty seem to have suffered a ‘second fall!’ What angel-pur poses did they woo—and what liag-realities have the}” married ! What Rachels have they thought to serve so what Leahs has the morning dawned upon !” “ Work for ready money. Take no hill upon posterity: in the first place, there are many chances against it being paid; and in the next, if it be duly honored, the cost may be laid out on some piece of bronze or marble of not the slightest value to the original.” How Individual Men are Bolted and Screwed to the Community.— When your own child comes in from the street, and has learned to swear from, the bad hoys congregated there, it is a. very dif ferent thing to you. from what it was when you heard the profanity of those hoys as you passed them. Now it takes hold of you, and makes you feel that you are a stockholder in the public J morality. Children make men better citizens. | Os what use would an engine he to a ship if it were lying loose in the hull ? It must be fastened to it with bolls and screws, before it can propel the vessel. Now a childless man is just like a loose engine. A man must be bolted and screwed to the community before he can begin to work for its advancement; and there are no such screws | and holts as children. English Puritan Sirnames. — The following j names are given in “Lower’s English Sirnames” j as specimens of the names of the old Puritans in i England, about the year 1058. The names are j taken from a jury list in Sussex county. They > will casue a smile in our day: “ Faint-not Hcw ett, Accepted Trevor, Redeemed Compton, Make peace lleaton, God-reward Smart, Stand-fast-on high Stringer, Earth Adams, Called Lower, Meek Brewer, Beoourtcous Cole, Repentance Avis, Search-thc-scriptmes Morctoii, Kill-sin Pimple, Return Spelman, Be-laithful .Joiner, Fly-debate Roberts, Fight-tbe-good-figlit-01-faith White, More fruit Fowler, Ilopo-for Bending, Graceful Hard ing, Weep-not Biling, Seek-wisdom Wood, Elec ted Mitehel, The-peace-of-God Knight.” in the still night time and behind the shadows, the dews fall to the earth. To the dim light of the stars they steal on tlieir gentle mission to wearied and fainting herbage. Beautiful as an gels’ tears are they in the morning sunlight, trembling and gleaming, and blazing like liquid jewelry on leaf and nodding* blade. “No ono ever knows what I give to such causes,” was the remark of a friend, who was charged with giving t 6 the temperance cause for mere applause. Nor did the public know. His own family never knew. Yet his heart and palm were always open and no grudging pittance given. The acts of such persons, are like the dew. They go out on their mission, unseen. But they give life and beauty to humanity, and redeem it from the charge of utter selfishness and love of praise.— Chief. , —#- At Damascus, in the very heart of the city given to Mohammedanism, at one gate of the Great Mosque, is a spacious ancient door-way, over which is a cross, with the following verse, in good Greek letters: At a marriage ceremony, which is of the most value, the bride or the bridegroom ? The bride groom ; for the bride is given away, and the bride groom is sold. The Marine Bank of Georgia has declared a semi-annual dividend of four per cent. Over fifty thousand men have applied to the President to fill the two new regiments for Utah. —-*•*<*> A good action is never thrown away, and per haps that is the reason why wc find so lew of them. The President of the United States has recog nized August Eelchard as Consul of Prussia at New Orleans. At Boston ,on the 4th of July, there wi'l be a | regatta, abandon ascension, and a display of fire | works at the city’s expense. The Governor of Pennsylvania has signed the j bill passed by the Pennsylvania Legislature abol j ishlng the Usury laws of that State. “ Mrs. Grimes, lend me your tub.” Can’t do it—all the hoops are off—it’s full of suds —besides I. never had one—T washes in a barrel.” The dwelling house and out-houses, belonging to Mr. John B. Page four miles South of Salem. Ala., were entirely consumed bv fire on the 22d ult, V “I don’t believe it’s any use, this vaccination,” I said a Yankee. “I had a child vaccinated, and j he fell out of the winder a week arter and got ; killed!” .. _ 11 is said some babies are so small that t hey can j creep into quart measures. But the way in which ! some adults can walk itito such measures is asto ; nisliing. “ 1 sec the villain in your face,” said a western judge to a prisoner. “ May it please your wor ship,” replied the prisoner, “ that must be a per sonal reflection, sure.” The Richmond Enquirer states that Willie B. Minor, eight years of age, of that city, lias col lected fourteen dollars among his playmates, and | sent it to the Mount Vernon fund. The ship Mountain Wave, from this port, lias taken a cargo of ice for Honolulu, Sandwich Islands. Wo believe this is the first shipment of l ice to this remote region. —Boston Pape,-.. | * m i Madame Ristori has been making a most sue : cessful appearance in Paris, in Rachel’s great part j of “ Phcclre,” which she has played in most of the j capitals of Europe, hut never before in Paris. -<** . Mrs. Stevenson, widow of Andrew Stevenson, of Virginia, formerly Minister to England, is aljout publishing a series of letters, giving an ac count of her experience at the court of St. James. of Campell county, Kv., lias been indicted in the United States’ District Court for the district of Kentucky, for assisting a soldier named. Beck to desert from the garrison at New port. The Don Pedro 11. Railroad, in Brazil, was opened on the 29th of March, when the Emperor, Empress and others, made a trip from Rio Janei ro to Quiemadas, 32 miles, returning within five miles. Gov. Bragg, of North Carolina, has issued liis proclamation, fixing the first Thursday in August as the time for electing a successor to Mr. Ciing man, late member of the House of Representa tives. “ Pat, do you love your country ?” “ Yes, ye’r honor.” “What’s the best thing about ould Ireland, Pat?” “The whiskey, ye’r honor.” “Ah, 1 see, Pat, with all her faults, you love her still.” Printers with nine children are to be exempted from taxation in the State of New York. Very safe legislation that. We would like to see the printer who had anyffhing to tax after feeding nine children. A writer from Utah in the Washington Union, estimates the fighting force of the Mormons at 18,000 to 20,000, with Indian allies numbering 00,000 to 70,000 men, making an effective force of 80,000 to 90,000 men. A movement has been made in Missisippi, to request the resignation of Governor Me’Willie. The people of the State are very indignant at the last exercise of Executive clemency, which has turned loose the notorious assassin, James Dyson. There were received at New York in the forty eight hours ending Monday evening, 10,000 bales cotton, 28,000 barrels flour, 132,000 bushels wheat, 53,000 bushel corn, 3,000 barrels rosin, 20,000 sides leather, 3,000 packages tobacco, and 1,582 boxes starch. The St. Louis New-s expresses fears that, in consequence of the general overflow of the South ern country, the cities and towns near the gulf, and on the Missisippi and on other rivers, will be visited the ensunig summer and fall, by the Yel low Fever. Godey’s Lady’s Book, speaking of hooped skirts, says: “If the ladies who carry this fashion to ex cess only knew what remarks are made upon them, and how they are laughed at, we are sure they would come down from the hogshead size to that of a flour barrel.” There is hope for the country yet. Our Con gressmen are improving in their morals. The Hon. Joshua Giddings, the oldest member of the House of Representatives, writes that there has been, in the present Congress, less* intoxication and pre disposition to vice than in any Congress with which he has been associated. Not long since, some ladies walking in the gar den of an eminent divine, who lias been classed among the transccndcntalists, saw his little hoy scraping up the gravel path with an old table spoon. “What are you doing, my little hoy?” inquired ono of the ladies. “Oh,” said the young ; offshoot of transcendentalism, “ Earn digging after ; the infinite.” During the confinement of Marie Antoinette the Queen of France, by the Jacobins of Paris, she was deprived of the use of tlio cosmetics with which she was wont to give the raven hue to her naturally silvery locks; and history, in describing her execution, represents her hair as changing ; from a jet black to a gray color through the men ! tal anguish she experienced. j North Carolina is a had State to indulge in more than one wife. At the Cumberland Su- I preme Court last week, 11. ('. Bartlett, convicted ! of bigamy, was sentenced to he branded on the left cheek with the letter B, to receive thirty lashes on his bare hack, to he imprisoned thirty days, and then to receive thirty-nine laslios more, and to he let loose. He had married four wives. The Frexcii Navy.—The French naval construc tions are now being pushed with such rapidity that in the course of next yoar it is expected to have afloat a fleet of 150 war steamers. Their ca pacity will he thus divided: Ships of the line 35 (29 will he constructed this year and 9 of these will be of a speed beyond anything in the English navy,) frigates 45, corvetts 40, sloops of the first class 30. Marrying Children. — An officer of the United States steamer Georgetown writes from Bombay, that helias just attended the marriage of twochil dren—with all the solemn rites of the Church— who were each only five years old. Children are there married by their parents when mere infants. They think it a disgrace not to be married at five years old. A boy unmarried at six is an old bach elor. Old Ironsides.— The United States frigate Con stitution, now upon the railway ot the dock at the Portsmouth navy yard, having been thorough ly repaired and coppered, has been floated out into the river. A correspondent of the Boston Journal says that the planking outside and in has been taken off, and between six and seven hun dred new timbers have been put on in place of the rotton ones removed, and new planking, ceil ling clamps, and decks takes the place. “ Old Ironsides,” is now as good as new, when first launched in Boston sixty years ago. She will be fitted with a heavier battery than she has hither to carried, and with all the improvements of the age. Our Daughters—Tom-Boys. Somebody says the “ song of the clerk is yet unsung:” so, perhaps, is the praise of that “pe culiar institution” the “ Tom-hoy.” Nevertheless it is one that by old endeared association, com mends itself to our love —one that by our cogni zance or its beneficial influences, demands for itself our unqualified sanction. Why is it that the “Tom-bov” has always been considered a name of reproach, and that as a class it is one forever persecuted and berated ? Simply because it has become a custom with us to consider that there is no development for the young but the mental —that our daughters do'not need beautiful forms but only “loves” of drosses—that Jessie, or Jen nie, or Ilallie, must not be children, bnt tiny ni ming-criming women —just mamma in duodecimo. This is a mistaken idea, and it is time that mo theis were finding it out. At this lay, when our young men want so sadly what is tersly termed “backbone,” when our young women want sta-1 miua. when as a people, we need physical strength, j there is a “ reform” upon this subject very much j needed also. Now is the time to commence a | good work which is vehemently called for, and j where shall we begin with a better prospect of suc cess, than among the thinking, substantial, and practical readers of the ‘'Southern Homestead?” I would have mothers remember that their daugli i ters’ lungs are no better adapted to bear without | injury the putrid air of close and heated rooms, j than is the breathing apparatus of their sons. 1 j would have them remember that if restricted j (physical) education, enfeebled health, delicate, : j nervous system, and above all a purposeless, aimless life, are not calculated to bring out the genius and build up the reputation of their sons; neither are they to be depended on to do this tor their j daughters. J would have them encourage their j little girls to exercise, ellbrt, imlustsy and energy, i so as to give them the health, vigor, activity and j and power to expand into a glorious womanhood; ! in one word, I would that they be encouraged to bo- j come real, bona tide , flesh and blood “ Tom boys.” My idea of a “Tomboy” does not necessarily | include rudeness, uncouth maimers, or “outlan- ! dish ways” generally—by no means. The “ Tom boy” is an eager, earnest, impulsive, bright eyed, j j glad-hearted, kind-souled, living and real speci i men of the genus femiruo. If her laugli is a little too frequent, and her tone a trifle 100 emphatic, we are willing to overlook these for the sake of | the true life and exulting vitality to which they j ’ are the “escape-valves;” and indeed we rather; ! like the high pressure nature which must close j off its superfluous “steam” in such ebullitions, i ‘flie glancing eye, the glowing cheek, the fresh, I ! balmy breath, the lithe and graceful play of the ! limbs tell a tale of healthy and vigorous physical development, which is Nature’s best beauty. The j soul and fho mind will be developed also in due ! j time, and we shall have before us a teaman, in the i highest sense of the term. The “ Tom-boy” is beautiful, in her way —she is wise also in a way peculiarly her own. She knows the names of all the cows, can ride the horses to water without bridle or saddle, ala Joan d’Arc, can tell you what the spade, shovel and hoe are made for, she can bunt hen nests, feed the young turkeys, knows whereabouts on the bluff the first blue violets blow, and where amid the thin grass in the meadow the wild strawber ries ripen. She can describe to you the different fish that haunt her favorite “ branch,” for she’s caught the “silver-shiners” many a time; can inform you when the young brood in the blue bird’s nest will bo ready to fly, for that household is under her special protection ; and her native coun tenance is full of the visions of the weather-seer, as she explains to you that “it iscertain to rain to morrow,” for the “ pink-eyed primpernel” has closed,and thero is a deep sigh from the South among the mountain pines. When the “Tom-boy” has sprung up to a health ful and vigorous womanhood, she will be ready to take bold of the duties of Life, to become a worker in the great system of humanity. She will not sit down to sigh over the “work given her to do,” to simper nonsense, languish in ennui, or fall sick at heart; but she will ever be able to take up her burden of Duty, while nature, men, society, and governments, will be subjects for her analization and improvements. In her tread there will be sound philosophy, in her thoughts boldness and originally, in her heart Heaven’s own purity, and the “ world will be better that she has lived in it.” That beautiful idea so well expressed by Longfel low. “Life is real, life is earnest,” will be the soul of all her actions—she will early realize that woman, the world’s a great verb, was created not merely “ to be,” but “ to do,” and too often, alas! “to suffer,” also. But to this, her alloted task, she will bring health, vigor, strength, energy and spirits, and these will give her both the power and the endurance, without whioh her life must be, in some respects at least, a failure. 1 would that everybody could learn to love and appreciate that beautiful embodiment of fresh ness, grace, sincerity, simplicity and nature, the “ Tom-bov.” L. V. F. Forest Home, 1858.— Homestead. Non-Committal Men. During the reign of James 11., on the occasion of a trial between the crown and seven bishops of the Church of England, one Michael Arnold, the brewer to Ilis Majesty’s palace, was duty sworn upon the jury. Now, said Michael being a non-committal man, began sorely to realize that he stood between two fires, which lie feared might be equally dangerous to himself, and lie gave vent to his sorrows in these words: “Whatever Ido lam sure to be ruined ; for if I say “not guilty” I shall brew no more for the king ; and if I say “guilty,” I shall brew no more for any body else.” We have just such “ brewers” all over the world in the nineteenth century —men who are loth to consider the claims of one person or party against another, lest, if they should decide according to the honest convictions which circumstances might i force upon them, they would lose the patronage of the defeated. Behold ! how they go about with mute lips, and eyes that see nothing, preferring that the most flagrant wrongs should go un-redressed ; yea, wil ling that innocence should suffer martyrdom, rather than be themselves called upon before Cod and man, to speak the whole truth according to the dictates of conscience. We should like to have all such fellows on one jury, and feed them upon air for a fortnight : and more also, wo would like to hold a loaf of bread on a pole against thejskut windows of that jury-room, to increase their appetite. We would see if they would remain uncomit ted j when the reputation or happiness of a fellow crea- j ture was at stake. Out upon your silent man, who hears tire vilest! slanders without contradicting them ; to whom j the suffering and the weak appeal in vain for aid t or counsel; who would see the poor man mur dered by the rich man, lost he himself might miss some future chance of borrowing money! Half man, half rat—he steals warily out of his hole, picks up a few crumbs for his own eating, and back he goes. What to him arc social interests, the march of intellect, or human rights? He has no heart, nor hand, nor purse, nor pen, nor voice beyond the furtherance of his own in terests. But strange it is: sometimes he exercises a mesmeric influence over men who are men, and mistaken in his true character, they elevate him to some place of trust and power; whereby look ing wise and saying nothing, lie gets the reputa tion of being a “ profound statesman,” or “ pro found” somebody ; and so he is, a “ profound” lump of solfisliness ; afraid to say, “ not guilty,” lest he might “brew no more for the king,” or to say “guilty,” lest he might “brew no more for anybody else.”— Oliir. Branch. The Fatal Secret. —A laborer once who was engaged in ditching, was heard complaining to himself of his hard lot, and laying the blame upon our common mother, Eve, because of her eating the forbidden fruit. A wealthy man who was passing be and heard him, proposed to him to take him to his house and let him live at his ease, provided with everything he might wish, and without any labor to perform ; but it was to be on condition of never looking into a covered disli placed on a table in liis room, the contents of which were kept secret from him. For a while things went on very well with the laborer; but after a few days liis curiosity became excited in reference to the contents of the interdicted dish, and so great at lenghth, that one day, in the ab sence of the man and his family from the room, lie could not resist the temptation of seeing w was in the dish that was kept so. constant y liis sight and knowledge. He raised the bd, and out sprang a-niow.se, which he madeeff and return back to its prison, but m nm- ** host soon discovered the violation oftheconm_ tion, and sent the man back to his oldana ia rious occupation. The circums effects of lustrate the bad, and sometimes fatal, ©fleets oi idle curwity* SONNET, # Perhaps the lody.of ray love is now , ‘'Looking upon the skies. A single stal ls rising in the cast,- and from afar* “Sheds a inori tremulous lustres silent night Doth wear it like a jewel on her brow • But see! its motions with its lovely light . Onward and onward through those depths of blue To its appointed course, steadfast and true. So, dearest, would I fain be unto thee Steadfast forever—like yon planet fair; And yet more like art thou a ‘jewel rare, Oh ! brighter than the brightest star to rue; . Conic hither, my young love, and I will wear * Thv beauty on my breast delightedly. - Trijtit and Beautv. — Two fairy-like creatures wandered through garden and bower, gathering rich boquetsfrom thefairest gems of Flora. They were of unearthly loveliness. They would lean on each other, fondly, and anon raise their meek eyes to their Heavenly Parent in thankfulness. They were Truth and Beauty. “How grand our dominion,” began Beauly, smiling serenely on her companion; “but pardon me, sister, if I venture to believe mine exceeds , yours; yet we both have commissions from heav en, and discharge our offices in such a manner as shall be acceptable to our Great Patron.” So saying, the Maiden threw her arms around the waist of her sister. “I love you, my sister,” said Truth, “and am happy to know you are pleased with your office; but you have not I fear, reflected upon the extent of my dominion.” “Olyes: 1 know: but only observe that there is nothing brilliant.withoutme : not a jewel in the girdle of the year; not a sweet liliy in llic gar den; not a rosy-cloud; not a flashing gem; not a strain of music in earth or heaven ; no sublime imagery of poetry; the world were unseemly, crea tures hideous, the very citadel ( f our sweet homo in the skies plundered; those celestial plains un robed of their ever-green; the blazing splendor of the throne gone, n! sister how sad to comtenv plate the picture!” Truth hung attentively upon the words of Beauty, and a tear stoic down her sunlit face, and it beamed with heavenly splendor. “Sweet sister, thou are not proud; I know that our Parent has consigned so much to you, I wish you to bo content with your office. But without me, there were nothing that is—earth, air, sky, heaven—God would be lost in the universal wreck of worlds and crush of matter. I underlie all that sparkles or glows in your kingdom. There is not a star trembling in space, not a brilliant sun to light tlic fabric of The Universe, but wliat are upheld by my arm. I pervade Immensity. With out me, there were no life—no death—no noth ing.” “Stop, great companion; I have been foolish.” And Beauty fell upon the neck of Truth, and wept like like a babe. —National American. 1 in: Em I’xv Ck vni.E. —The death of a littlecliild is to the mother’s heart like the dew on a plant, horn which a bud has just perished. The plant lilts up its head in freshened greenness to the morning light ; so the mother’s soul gathers from dark sorrow which she has passed, afresh bright ening 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 lace. It is her son still, but with the seal of immortality on his brow. She feois that Heaven was the only atmosphere where her precious flower could unfold without spot or blemish, and she would not recall the lost. But the anniversary of his departure seems to bring liis spiritual presence near her. She in dulges- in that tender grief which soothes, like an opiate in pain, all hard passages and cares in lifo. The world to her is no longer filled with human love and hope in the future, so glorious with heav enly love and joy ; she has treasures of happiness which the worldly, unchastcned heart never con ceived. The bright fresh flowers with which she has decorated her room, the apartment where her infant died, are mementoes of tho far brighter hopes now dawning on her day dream. She thinks of the glory and beauty of the new Jeru salem, where the little foot will neverfind 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, which she daily reads: “ Suf fer little children to come unto me, for of such is the kingdom of Heaven.”— flood. News. Bells. We Americans have at home little opportunity to know the grand effects produced by bells of a large size, as they roll forth their tones of an in describable dignity and solemnity—a deep bass to all the varied sounds of city life. The only large bells I know of in America, are—that on the City JI all of New York, said to weigh 21,000 pounds, and two at Montreal, one upon the Cathe dral, weighing 80,000 lbs., which is the largest ever cast in England, unless the new bell for the parliament clock be larger, the weight of which I have not seen. The largest bell m England, except, perhaps that just mentioned, was cast in 1845 for York Minister, and weighs rather more than 27,000 pounds. The most no ted of the other English bells are the‘Great Tom,’ at Oxford, 17,- 000 pounds, that at Lincoln, a little more than 11,000 pounds, and the principal one St. Paul’s, a little less than that. But the hells on the con tinent of Europe far surpass those of Great Brit ain. At Erfurt, Germany, is a very famous bell, weighing over 27.000 pounds,-which was baptised by the name of Susanne, and is distinguished for the excellence of its metal, having the largest proportion of silver. It was cast in 1478, while Columbus was still exploring the Antilles, and Martin Luther was a child at school. As I-stood by this noble bell I thought, how often, a few years later, with his exquisite sense of musical effects must the future Reformer have listened,, delighted with its deep tones, as he went from bouse to house begging for himself and brother* monks. And what recollections must have awa kened within him, when he stopped at Erfurt and preached, while on his way to Worms; or towards the close of liis life, when he came thither, the great Apostle honored and beloved by the third part of all Chirstendom. —Lecture on Bells by A. IF. Thayer. Yankee Trade. —“ I calculate 1 couldn’t drivo a trade with you to-day ?” said a true specimen of a Yankee pedlar, at the door of a merchant in St. Louis. “ I calculate you calculate about right, for you cannot,” was the sneering reply. “ Wall, I guess you needn't get huffy about it. Now here’s a dozen real genuine razor strops worth two dollars and a half; you may have ’em at two dollars.” “ 1 tell you i don’t want any of your trash, so you had better be going.” “ Wall, now, I declare I’ll bet you five dollars if you make mo an offer for them arestrops,-wo’llhavea trade yet.” “Done!” replied the merchant, placing the mon eny in the hands of a bystander. The Yankee deposited the like sum ; when the merchant ottered him a couple of cents for his strops. “ They’re yourn,” said the Yankee, as he pocketed the stokes. But he added, Vith apparent hon esty, “ J calculate a joke’s a joke; and if you don’t want them strops I’ll trade back.” The mer chant’s countenance brightened as he replied—■ “ You’re not so bad a chap, after all. Here are the strops —give me the money.” “There it is,” said the Yankee, as lie received the strops, and passed over tho couple of cents. “ A trade’s a trade, and now you’re wide awake in earnest. I guess the next, time you trade you’ll do a little bet ter than to buy razor strops.” And away he went with his strops and his wager, amid the shouts of the laughing crowd. Fodder Oats.—One of the most wasteful prac tises in regard to fodder is the present practice ot cutting and feeding oats. They are usually al lowed to stand till ripe, and the stalk is yellow, and then cut, thrashed, and the straw oi lit o value, used for bedding or litter. If oats ai ecu when a little green, and then well cured, the straw is the very best of fodder. * eed oats, thu cut and cured hi the sheaf, to horses, and they horses than feed them shelled oats Ju however, it should be cut before quite rinfahd then well cured, so as to prevent must. - By this course, he loses none of his oats by shell ing, and converts liis straw into the best of fod der. —Ohio Farmer. “ Did you not tell me, sir, yon could hold the plough?” said the master. “Arrah! be aisy, . noivj’ said Pat: “ how the deuce can I hould it, and two horses drawing it away from me? but give it me into the barn, and by jabers I’ll hould it with any boy.”