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■’ LITERARY PEBTFIELD, GEORGIA. L. LINCOLN YEAZEY, Editor. /—. y . THURSDAY MORNING, JUNE 17,1858. Wb are now having a stiff, cool wind from the north-east. For several mornings past it has been quitg unpleasant, feeling much more like Novem ber than June. It is stated that that the Duke of Oporto, broth er of the King of Portugal, is to marry the daugh ter of the Emperor of. Brazil. As the Emperor has no male heir, the Duke would thus be eventually called to the throne of Brazil. A portion of the citizens of the counties of Ber rien, Lowndes and Clinch held a meeting on the 4th inst., for the purpose of taking preliminary steps preparatory to the formation of anew county to be composod of portions of counties named. Petulance h a worse vice than irascibility. The latter is often found to exist with a good heart and the kindliest feelings, but the former is marked by a degree of deliberation which be trays it to be the offspring of ill nature. It, how ever, lias one redeeming quality: it inflicts greater ill on its possessor than on any other. The Ladies’ Home Magazine for July presents itself in anew dress—so much changed, indeed, that we scarce recognised our old acquaintance. Edited with distinguished ability, by T. S. Arthur and Miss V. F. Townsend, it takes rank with the very best periodicals in the country. Terms: 1 copy, $2.00; 4 copies, $5.00. Indifference to public opinion is always as sumed. There is no one who does not desire the respect and esteem of his associates, and to whom evidences of such favor are not agreeable. A man may bear up against hatred and prejudice, and strive to live them down; but they sting most when he most strives to conceal the wounds they inflict. A man cannot be insensible of the esti mation in which he is held, and if he could, he would be unworthy of public confidence. Some entertain the notion that no sympathy is , valuable save that which displays itself in a sub stantial manner. The idea is an erroneous one. It is sweet to know that other eyes than our own moisten at the contemplation of our sorrows, even though in the pride of our hearts we might spurn the assistance which that pity would offer. There is a soft, still influence in sympathy which can subdue the most obdurate nature, and lift up the most drooping heart. Elevated to the rank of Christian virtue, it shines brightly in the galaxy of faith, hope and love. We welcome with much pleasure to our book table the Aurora, a beautiful monthly, designed especially for the Ladies of the South—mothers and daughters. It is edited by Mrs. E. M. Eaton, wife of President Eaton of Union University, Tenn. Mrs. Eaton is a vigorous writer, eminently characterized by good taste and sound sense, and } she has secured a brilliant corps of contributors for her columns. Published by T. M. Hughes, * Murfreesboro, Tenn. at $2.00 a-year; 5 copies, $8.00; 10 copies, §15.00. 1 The July number of Peterson’s Magazine has been j received. Mrs. Ann S. Stephens, we see, begins a thrilling Original Novelette, entitled “King 1 Philip’s Daughter.” Hereafter, Mrs. S. will write * exclusively for Peterson’s Magazine, her own having been merged into it, and her fine corps of con tributors transferred to it also. This makes ‘ Peterson unapproachable in literary meri t. A ‘ new volume begins with the July number. Now is the time to subscribe. Terms, $2.00 per an- 1 num; or, eight copies for SIO.OO. Address Cha’s J. Peterson, 30G Chestnut Street, Philadelphia. i A specimen may be seen at this office. 1 ] 1 Gov. Brown has appointed the following gen- ( tlemen to constitute the “ Board of Visitors” to , attend the examination of the classes in the Uni- ( versity of Georgia, commencing Tuesday, the 22d ( inst: I Hiram Warner, of Meriwether; Eugenras A. , Nisbet, of Bibb ; John Billups, of Clark; T. R. R. j Cobb, of Clark ; Thomas W. Thomas, of Illbert; Linton Stephens, of Hancock; Charles W. Chap- , man, of Muscogee; Peyton H. Colquitt, of Musco- ( gee; Solomon Cohen, of Chatham; Julian. liar- ] tridge, of Chatham; Charles C. Jones, Jr.oif Chat- ] ham; John D. Collins, of Cass; Rev. J. E. Ryer- . son, of Richmond; F. C. Shropshire, of Floyd; ( •and Benj. C. Yancy, of Fulton. The Ciceronian Society of our university cel- 1 ebrated its anniversary on Friday last, Mr. J. W. ‘ Ellington being the Orator of the day, Mr. John i Collier Standard Bearer, and Rev. M. N. McCall 1 Chaplain. The speech was a good one-—well written and tolerably well delivered; tb ough, owing to the fact that the subject was rattier in appropriate, it did not receive that amount of applause which its excellence in other respects merited. It was, however, well received, as it deserved to be, and reflected much credit both upon the speaker and the society of whicl i he is a valued member. All present felt theiriselves indebted to the gentlemen of the Amateur Band, whose strains contributed largely to give interest and animation to the exercises. At night an address was delivered before the Erosophic Society, by Mr. D. N. Sanders. It was well composed, but the speaker was unfortunate in not having committed it thoroughly, and con sequently, it did not pass off as well as it would otherwise have done. j rpHE world is the school in which all true wis- i X dom must be learned at last. The boy may i learn to spell, to read and write, and get glibly • on his tongue’s end the names of many countries the events of history and the technicalities of science. The man may, in his study, acquire theoretically an intimate acquaintance with every branch of human learning; yet, he will find, on entering the stirring scenes of real life, that he knows comparatively nothing. The professions and conduct of men will soon destroy the elegant metaphysical theories which he had wrought out in seclusion. They frequently violate abstract principles, the truth of which they acknowledge, without being dishonest in intenion or reprehensi? ble in practice. He who would fight suce essfully .the contest of life with the world, must sliape his (conduct by its code of morals, and not by some Immaculate paragon which his imagination has conceived. It is not highnot as free from the corrupting dross of earthiness as the dreaming visionary would frame; perhaps not as pure and elevated as that which the Bible inculcates; too often modified by circumstances, and sometimes swayed by the bias of interest; yet, it is the code which that worldly wisdom, which experience teaches, enjoins us to adopt. He who chooses a nobler rule of faith and practice, may receive the approving smiles of Heaven, but his schemes for this life will be failures. Success in the world implies much less of the saint than of the sinnfcr. THE CAPABILITIES AND DISABILITIES OF WOMEN has been a theme much dis cussed for several years past, both, in this country and in Europe. So much has been written and spoken concerning it, that almost every one has come to a definite conclusion on the one side or the other. Some admitting the moral and intel lectual equality of woman, contend for her ad mission to all vocations, and to all the political rights and social privileges enjoyed by the other sex. Such is the ground taken by those who are attempting the quixotic scheme of revolutioni zing society in their zealous advocacy of woman's rights. This is a proposition too ultra for our en dorsement ; yet, we do contend that the limits of her action have been too much circumscribed, and that the sphere of her labors could be ex tended without a compromise either of modesty or dignity. * The number of vocations which women in this country are expected or allowed to pursue inde pendently, is very small. That excess of refine ment which is continually tending to render all kinds of manual labor disgraceful to a man, makes it unbecoming for a woman to be useful in any manner. This retrograde progress has con verted those of the higher classes into parlor or naments, very costly and very useless, while those of humbler rank imitate their worthlessness, as far as circumstances will permit. Society has de termined that woman shall not be independent, and has accordingly adopted for her an educa tional regimen which will preclude the possibility of her ever being so. Only in very rare instances is she properly qualified for the very few callings by which she is allowed to earn her bread. She is brought up in profound ignorance of those sim ple details of business with which every lad of fifteen is supposed to be acquainted. Whenever misfortune imposes upon her the necessity of managing property or providing for a family— which may be the case any time—she is constantly liable to be the victim of fraud and imposition. Is it strange that, under these circumstances, marriage is considered an event in her destiny which must transpire? She is taught to look for ward to it from the day she leaves the nursery —not as a matter of preference, but of absolute necessity. Dependence is her lot, and she must find someone on whom to depend. Educated as she is, this becomes equally a necessity under any circumstances. If blessed with a competence that frees her from the unpleasant visitings of want, she requires a guardian, trustee or husband to see that it is rightly invested and properly managed; if poor, she must marry for a living. But this, as it does not rest entirely on her op tion, she may not be able to do. The unfortunate child of poverty is seldom crowded with suitors for her hand, and if she is at length solicited to place herself in the power of some man, be he good or bad, with the privilege of laboring under his protective care, she may deem herself happy. Should no such hap befall her, she must sew, teach school, write novels or—perish. That woman’s chances for happiness lie between alternatives, so few of which are desirable, is surely an evil which all must regret. But how is it to be remedied? First, we say give her a more thorough and practical education, and then widen the range in which her talents may be exerted. Some entertain the notion that woman does not possess an order of mind that will enable her to understand business and attend to her affairs personally, and that to acquire such knowledge is impossible. This is an assumption not only bold and ungenerous, but totally unsustained by facts. Whenever the means of so qualifying her have been , employed, she has exhibited neither inaptitude to comprehend or want of energy to act. Some of the ablest sovereigns that have ever sat on the , thrones of Europe have been females; not those alone who were limited by the prescribed laws of a constitution, and guided by the counsels of . statesmen, but those also who were intrusted with absolute power. They were, however, brought up with the expectation of their high destiny, and prepared by educational training to discharge the duties and meet the responsibilities of their : exalted stations. As females are now educated, a portion of their lives must be spent in uncertainty, and perhaps much of it in unhappiness. All are expected to many; consequently, all the instructions which they receive to fit them for future life at all, is designed solely to make them good wives. But suppose that a long interval occurs between the exit from the schoolroom aaid the marriage altar, or that they never marry. In what way is this to be passed? There are many whom fortune has raised above drudgery for daily bread, who yet feel the need of something more than that com pound of deception ana frivolity yclept society, to save them from the tedium of idleness and the dulness of ennui. Some, affrighted by the drea riness of such a prospect, accept the first proposal received, and thus, often exchange a lot of nega tive, for one of postitive, misery. Others be come worshippers at the shrine of Fashion, dance giddily in all her gay rounds of pleasures, with out giving one hour to sober reflections until fa ded beauty and broken constitutions compel them to abandon such a course. Without any sources of enjoyment within themselves, they spend the remainder of their lives in fruitless re pinings over wasted hopes and neglected oppor tunities. Some adopt amateur authorship, as they would poetically express it, “to drive dull care away,” and victimize publishers and all who condescend to notice them by their sentimental effusions. With those who have no property to sustain them, the matter is still worse. They must either marry as they best can, remain useless depend ents or work for their support. Should they choose the last alternative, they are unprepared for any vocation, and unacquainted with the de tails of any business; and being so, they are liable to all kinds of imposition. This ignorance is the chief reason why women are so much more illib-. erally paid for their labors than men. A woman frequently has to work for a salary barely suffi cient to keep body and soul together, while the same amount of toiling industry in a man would soon secure him a competence. The secret of it all is, that all women are expected to marry, and are raised as if such a fate awaited, beyond a con tingency. The idea that one ot them may be a widow with a number of helpless children under her care, or a friendless spinster dependent on the labor of her own hands for subsistence, never seems to enter the brains of those who assume the charge of preparing them while young for fu ture life. They mold all according to one pat tern, as if a common lot awaited all. No one will deny that the number of vocations now open to women bear no proportion to the diversity of their talents, when brought into ex ercise. A woman may possess abilities of a high order, and be inspired with an independent spirit, and yet, have neither talent or inclination for any of the only three occupations which she is now allowed to follow. But were this otherwise, we cannot see that the evil would be much less; for, by limiting the number of female occupations, those have become so excessively crowded that none can accumulate, and many cannot earn a subsistence. Some say that this evil is not to be predicated alone of female vocations, and point to the thousands of men who are not able to live by professions at which others have made im mense fortunes. The blame ia all their own. They might have chosen occupations for which they were qualified, and in which they might have succeeded. Their preference of these in! which they could do nothing, was prompted by pride or laziness, and they deserve all the misery which it brings. But woman is confined within bounds, beyond which, if she goes, she is under the ban of society. Public opinion has placed her on a treadmill, upon which, willing or unwil ling, she is compelled to move, continually de parting more widely from her true destiny, and becoming more unworthy of the position assigned her by the Creator. We are not one of those who would draw wo man to the ballot box, and stain her purity by pollutiqns from the cess-pool of politics; but we would have her so instructed that her informa tion and intelligence would qualify her for the privilege of suffrage, did she claim it as a right. Let her be so educated that she will not be alone able to beat ear-deafening discords on the piano, sketch nondescript landscapes and work misera ble figures in worsted, but also to understand the nature and details of practical business. Then, though she may not march with her husband, father or brother to deposit her vote at the polls, her influence will be felt and acknowledged there. The stream of public opinion, now so often dark and filthy, would be cleansed and purified by her power; its waters would impart life to every no ble cause, and gladden the hearts of all good men. i OYE likes contraries,” poets say, and obser- Jj vation would seem to confirm its truth. Almost every one can recollect to have seen cou ples, between whose natures there existed not the slightest apparent affinity; yet, such mar riages, despite this seeming inconsistency, are usually most fraught with happiness, though not always most harmonious. He who roams the earth in pursuit of his kindred spirit, will most likely do so in vain ; but should he be so fortu nate, according to his own notion, as to find the object of his search, he would probably find a person with whom he could not experience a day of real happiness after his honeymoon had passed. Nevertheless, it is strange what extremes do sometimes meet and link themselves together by the chain matrimonial. It is a fact which has long been noted, that very large persons of both sexes almost invariably marry those who are small. We not unseldom see men who are homely almost to hideousness, joined to wives of charming loveliness, and sometimes the reverse. But differences in person, however great, is not so striking as the difference of character. The phlegmatic and the gay form a union which has every appearance of being harmonious. Those distinguished for profundity or brilliance of mind, are most generally united to those not remarka ble for either. Women who never had three thoughts above the most prosaic matters of life, have often won the lasting love of the rarest geni uses, and spent years with them in blissful har mony. Socrates, the wisest of Greek philoso phers, was married to a shrew, and though history tells of how mercilessly -she poured on him the fury of her passion, we have no doubt that the general tenor of their lives was peaceful. The matrons of ancient days who distinguished them selves by their noble bearing were, doubtless, in most cases, wedded to spiritless, unknown men. For more than a century the feebie, dissolute princes of the Spanish Bourbon family were sub jected to the rule of a succession of vigorous, strong-minded women. Maria Theresa married and fondly loved a man who ignored all public affairs for the sake of his private pleasures, and never, during the period of their union, attempted an interference with her prerogatives. Dr. John son, one of the most accomplished writers that England ever produced, contracted a marriage for love with a woman who was twenty years his senioi, corpulent, vulgar and illiterate, in whom no eye but his own could ever discover the lrast trace of beauty. Thus we might go on and enu merate any number of those who married hap pily, when all the circumstances would seem to have promised nothing but misery. The Grand Lodge I. O. O. F. of Georgia, met in annual communication in Macon on Wednes- 1 day last, and closed its sesion on Thursday even ing. The following are the officers elect for the , ensuing year: P. G., J. T. Deitz, M. W. G. M. “ “ W. O’Bryan, R. D. G. M. “ H. H. Took, R. W. G. W. “ “ Geo. R. Barker, It. W. G. Secretary. “ “ E. C. Grannis, R, W. G. Treasurer. “ “ Geo. W. Adams, R. W. G. Representa tive to the Grand Lodge of the United States. <■! — A occurred near the Augusta Cotton Factory on Saturday night, in which a man by the name of Wilson Rollins was shot by John Johnson. Mr. Rollins, on yesterday afternoon, was not expected to survive. Want of Confidence A little Frenchman loaned a Merchant of my acquaintance ten thousand dollars when the times were prosperous. One day, during a jfor mer “ panic,” he called at the counting-house, in a state of agitation not easily described. “ How do you do?” inquired the merchant. “ Sick—ver sick,” replied monsieur. “ What’s the matter ?” “ De times is de matter.” “De times 1 what disease is that?” “De maladio vat break .all de peoples ver much.” “ Ah, the times, eh? Well, they are bad ; but how do they affect you ?” “ Vy, monsieur, I lose de confidence.” “ In whom ?” “ In everybody.” “ Not in me, I hope ?” “ Pardonnez moi, monsieur ; but I do not know whom to trust and present, when all de marchants break several times to pieces.”. “ Then I presume you want your money ?” “ Gui, monsieur, I starve for want of de l'argent f “ Can’t you do without it?” “No, monsieur, I must have him.” “You must?” “ Old, monsieur ,” said little dimity breeches, turning pale with apprehension for the safety of his money. “ And you can’t do without it?” “ No, monsieur, not von oder leetle moment longare.” The merchant reached his bank-book—drew a check on the good old Chemical for the amount, and handed it to his visitor. “ Yat is dis, monsieur ?” “ A check for ten thousand dollars, with the interest.” “Is it bon?” said the Frenchman, with amaze ment.. “Certainly.” “ Have you de Vargent in de bank ?” “ Yes.” “ And is it parfailement convenient to pay de sum ?” Undoubtedly. What astonishes you ?” “ Vy, dat you have got him in dees times.” “ Oh, yes, and I have plenty more.” (Apd here the merchant showed his bank account.) “ I owe nothing, you perceive, that I cannot pay at a moment’s notice.” The Frenchman was perplexed. . , “ Monsieur, you shall do mo von leetle favor, eh?” “ With all my heart.” Veil, monsieur, you shall keep de Vargent for me some leetle year longare.” “ Why, I thought you wanted it.” “ Ibid au cantraire. Ido pot vant de l f argent — I vant the grand confidence. Suppose you no got de money, den I vant him ver much; suppose you got him, den Ino want him at all. Vouscom prenez, eh?” After some further conference, the little French man prevailed upon the merchant to reijain the money, and left the counting-house with a light heart, and a countenance very different from the one he wore when he entered. His confidence was restored, and, although he did not stand in need of the money, he wished to know that it was in safe hands. , This little sketch is not without a moral, which the reader will, no doubt, discover when &e thinks 1 the matter over. The mission to Belgium has been conferred on General E. Y. Fair, of Montgomery, Ala. f „ Squibbs wants to know if doctors, by looking at the tongue of a wagon, can tell what ails it? ASyoung poet out West, in describing heaven, says, “itis a world of bliss fenced in with girls.” Hon. Rufus Choate has been selected as the Democratic candidate for Governor of Massachu setts. Whatever is done skillfully appears to he done with ease: and art, when it is once matured, Vanishes from observation. . A late religious paper stigmatizes the authors of yellow covered novels as literary scorpions, who sting virtue to death with their tales. All who have meditated on the art of govern ing mankind, have been convinced that the fate of empires depends on the education of youth. Although the term guinea is still in familiar use in England, the actual c6in is seldom seen, and is so much worn that it can only be taken by weight. A firm in Havana have obtained permission to lay down a submarine telegraph from Cuba to Key West, : Florida. The*work will be sptedly proceeded with. Mrs. Fanny Kemble, Mrs. Jenny Lind Gold schmidt, Mrs. Ellen Tree Kean, and Mrs. Julia Dean Hayne, are all regular communicants of the Episcopal Church. The Prince of Wales has transmitted to the Rev. Francis Le Ilunte the sum of fifty pounds, as his subscription towards the erection of anew church at Killarney, Ireland. A culprit, being asked what he bad to say why sentence of death should not be recorded against him, replied that he “ had nothing to say, as too much had been said already.” “ Whiskeretfcs” is the name given to “ beaux catchers” worn by girls this spring for lack.of whiskers, moustaches, or goatees. They are made .by drawing down little tufts of hair from the tem ples, forming them into scollops.— Exchange. Spurgeon sometimes comes out with a good thing. “Brethren,” said he, “if God had re ferred the Ark to a committee on naval affairs, it’s my opinion it wouldn’t have been built yet.” If the line which separates vice from virtue were distinctly and legibly drawn, the mark would not last long ; for so many would be crowding upon it that it would very soon be obliterated. The Baptist Examiner says that sixty per cent of the money raised for religious and charitable pur poses, is used up in “ office expenses” and in pay ing the salaries of those who collect the money. A man named Dallas, over sixty years of age, has been convicted, at Norfolk, of having illegal possession of a slave belonging to the Rev. Wm. Reed, and sentenced to the penitentiary for three years. Recovered.- —Mr. R. Moore has recovered $5,000 damages from the corporation of Petersburg, Va., for bodily injuries sustained by stepping into a hole which had been left around one of the city lamp poSts. It is stated that John P. Stockton, of New Jer sey, has been appointed minister to Switzerland ; J. P. O’Sullivan, of California, consul at Singa pore, and J. H. Heine, of Georgia, consul at Turk’s Island. The conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church, recently held in Monrovia, resolved to establish a paper in Liberia for the benefit of their church and the country ; it is to be called the Li beria Christian Advocate. • A recapitulation of the damage done by the re cent hail storm in the vicinity of Fredericksburg, Va., estimates the loss to be $150,000. Over 500,- 000 bushels of wheat were destroyed within a length of ten and a breadth of three miles. John Heart, for eleven years one of the editors and proprietors of the Charleston Mercury, has re tired from that paper, having sold his interest to his late associate, ,R. Barnwell Rhett, Esq., by whom the Mercury hereafter will be conducted. We may seek costly furniture for our homes, fanciful ornaments for our mantel-pieces, and rich carpels for our floors; but, after the absolute nec essaries for a home, books are at once the cheap est, and certainly the most useful and abiding embellishments. “ You’ll have to bear the responsibility,” said a mother to a bright eyed young daughter of our acquaintance who thought of marrying without the maternal approbation. “I expect to bear several, ma,” said Fanny. This is one of Prenti ce’s responsibilities. A Washington correspondent says that Senator Houston, upon whom devolved the duty of pro nouncing a eulogy on his deceased colleague, and who manifested so much of feeling on the occa sion had not spoken to him in ten years. A bit ter feud had existed between them for that long period. “ I want to see some of your gimlets,” said a greenhorn, one day, as he entered a hardware store. The dealer took down several parcels, nei ther of which suited. “ Well, then, what kind do you want? there is almost every variety.” “ Why darn it I want them wliat bores square holes.” A schoolmaster, wishing his pupils to have a clear idea of faith, illustrated it thus: “Here is an apple, you see it, and therefore know that it is there; but, when I place it under this tea-cup, you have faith that it is there, though you no longer see it.” The lads seemed to understand perfectly ; and the next time the master asked them “ wliat is faith ?” they answered, with one accord, an apple under a tea-cup.” The following advertisment appears in an Illi nois paper, from a man in the pursuit of business under difficulties: * “take Notice. “I have moved my residence, my shop is in the fore room of the Jail, all persons wishing to see me will please call, as my business is so, that I can’t leave.) “ Yours most trully, Charles R. Johnson.” The Brain in Childhood. —lt is a fact well at tested by experience, that the memory may oe seriously injured by pressing upon it too hardly and continuously in early life. A regulated ex ercise, short of fatigue, ia improving to it, but we we are bound to refrain from goading it by con stant and laborious efforts in early life, and before the instrument is strengthened to its work, or it decays under our hands. —Sir 11. 11. Holland’s Mental Physiology'. Soft-soap for Trees. —ls you have a choice ap ple-tree, give the body of it a rubbing with soft soap this spring. It will clean it, kill the eggs of the worms that are deposited under the bark, and make it smooth and healthy. We take our hand to rub it on with. If any one has a hand too del icate for this purpose, he can use a stiff brush. Such an application will not hurt a poor tree, but it is better not to have any such. It costs no more to have a good apple-tree than a poor one. Mr. S has a smart little boy, who frequently gets off a good thing. A few evening since, as the okl man was preparing to ask a blessing on a scanty meal, he was interrupted by his little son, who, leaning reverently forward and folding his hands, thus began: “Four slices of bread for four of us, We bless thee, Lord, there ain't no more of us. As two of our .children were playing together, little Jane got angry and pouted. Johnny said to her, “Look out, Jane, or I’ll take a seat up there on your lips.” “Then,” replied Jane, quite cured of her pouts, “I'll laugh and you’ll fall off 1 .” Australian Flowers.— Colonel Miindy tells us that the native rose has the color but no other re semblance to the European queen of flowers. It is one of the few field flowers possessing any odor. W afted on the passing gale, at commends itself pleasantly to the senses ; but strange enough, on closer acquaintance, there mingles with the rich perfume an undoubted smell of lox I ascent which however productive of rapture in “ the field,” is hardly adapted to the boudoir. In the low lands of the Botany scrub I noticed a crimson and orange flower, like the fox-glove inform, very handsome, but so hard and horny in texture, that the blossoms actually ring with a clear me tallic sound os the breeze shakes them. It might be the fairies’ dinner bell, calling them to clew and ambrosia! But, alas! there are no “ good people” in Australia 1 no one ever beard of a ghost, a bogie, or a fetch here. A Night Scene. * > .BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. Oh River, gentle River, gliding on, In silence, underneath this starless sky! Thine is a ministry that never rests, Even while the living slumber. For a time, The meddler, man, hath left the elements In peace* the plowman breaks the clods no more ; I he miner labors not, with steel and fire, * °/ e yd the rock; and he that hews the stone, And he that fells the forest* he that guides I he loaded wain, and the poor animal i“ a ! dra .p u. have forgotten, for a while, i heir toils,.and share the quiet of the earth. n, T j ol j pau l. est ROt ia thine allotted task, Oh darling River ! through the night I hear 1 hy wavelets rippling on the pebbly beach, I hear thy current stir the rustling sedge I hat skirts thy bed ; thou intermittest not I nine everlasting journey, drawing on A silvery tram from many a mountain brook And woodland spring The dweller by my side, Who moored his little boat opon thy beach. Though all the waters that upbore it then Have slid away o’er night, shall find, at morn, Thy channel filled with waters freshly drawn From distant cliffs, and hollows where the rill Comes up amid the \yater-flags. All night Thou givest moisture to the thirsty roots Os the lithe willow ando’erhanging plane, And cherishest the herbage on thy bank, .Speckled with little flowers; and sendest up, Perpetually, the vapors from thy face To steep the hills with dew, o. darken heaven With marching clouds that trail the abundant showers. On glide thy waters till at last they flow Beneath the windows of the populous town, And all night long give back tne gleam of lamps, And glimmer with the truths of light that stream Fromghalls where dancers whirl. A dimmer ray Touches thy surface from the silent room, In which they tend the sick, or gather round The dying; and a slender, steady beam Comes from the little chamber in the roof, Where, with a feverish crimson on her cheek, The solitary damsel, dying too, Plies the quick needle till the stars grow pale. There, close beside the haunts of revel, stand The blank, unligkted windows, where the poor In darkness and in hunger, wake till morn, There, drowsily, on the hal£conscious ear Os the dull watchman, pacing on the wharf, Falls the soft ripple of thv waves that strike On the moored bark ; but guiltier listeners Are near, the prowlers of the night, who steal From shadowy nook, to shadowy nook, and start If other sounds than thine are in the air. Oh glide away from those abodes, that bring Pollution to thy channel and make foul Thy once clear current. Summon thy quick waves And dimpling eddies; linger not, but haste, With all thy waters, haste thee to the deep, There to be tossed by shifting winds, and rocked By that mysterious force which lives within The sea’s immensity, and wields the weight Os its abysses, swaying, to and fro, The billowy mass, until the stain at length Shall wholly pass away, and thou regain The crystal brightness of thy mountain springs. Oh River, darklingßiver! what a voice Is that thou utterest while all else is still! The ancient voice that, centuries ago, Sounded between thy hills while Rome was yet A weedy solitude by Tiber’s stream ! How many, at this hour, along thy course, Slumber to thine eternal murmurings, That mingle with the utterance of their dreams ! At dead of night the child awakes and hears Thy soft familiar dashings, and is soothed, And sleeps again. An airy multitude Os little echoes, all unheard by day, Faintly repeat, till morning, after thee, The story of thine endless going forth. Yet there are those who lie beside thy bed, For whom thou once didst rear the bowers that screen Thy margin, and didst water the green fields, And now there is no night so still that they Can hearthy lapse ; there slumbers, where thy voice Louder than ocean’s, it could never bieak. For them the early violet no more Opens upon thy bank, nor, for their eyes, Glitter the crimson pictures of the clouds Upon thy bosom when the sun goes down. Their memories are abroad—the memories Os those who last were gathered to the earth— Lingering within the homes in which they eat, Hovering about the paths in which they trod, Haunting them like a presence. Even now They visit many a dreamer in the forms They walked in, ere, at last, they wore the shroud; And eyes there are that will not close to dream, For weeping and for thinking of the grave, The new-made grave, and the pale one within. These memories and these sorrows all shall fade And pass away, and fresher memories And newer sorrows come and dwell a while Beside thy border, and, in turn, depart. The Mother a Teacher. “I have so many household cares and duties,” says one mother, “ that I have no time to devote to the instruction of my children, and even if I had time, I am not qualified to teach them.” Yes, but whether qualified or not, you are still their teacher. Teach them you must and teach them you will. The Sabbath School, and the Seminary, may be valuable auxiliaries, but after all you will be their principal educator. Ifthought less and unguarded you may teach them lessons, which you will afterwards have occasion to wish were unlearned. The tone, the look, the man ner, the general drift of conversation are all mak ing indelible impressions, and entering into the formation of character. If the cost of living, the prices of articles of apparel, if expenses, and losses, and gains, engross the conversation of the fire sides, “ the tables of the money changers,” will be erected in those little hearts, whose early years should be given to “Nature’s sweet affections and to God.” If the visitor who is welcomed with cordial smiles and friendly greeting is spoken of after his dej arture, in a tone of detraction, they will learn a lesson of hypocrisy and deceit, which many formal lectures on the importance of truth and sincerity will not efface. If the questions, wliat shall we eat, and what shall we drink and wherewithal shall we be clothed, occupy your whole attention, your children will be taught that provision for the body is more important than provision for the soul. If they see you more solicitous to cultivate the acquaintance of the wealthy and fashionable, wl;o are worldly and ir religious, than of the excellent and pious, who, with equal claims to cultivation and refinement, have been less favored of fortune, they will be taught that religion is not the one thing needful, that moral worth does not present the highest claim for respect and esteem. llow can a child, reared under the influence of such instructions, form an elevated and reliable character ? When the fruits of these teachings shall appear in after life, they will be bitter. Oh! so bitter to the par rent who is unfortunate enough to live to see them ripen.— Aurora. Imagine wall* „nd cracked ceilings with the beams gaping and .overed with dust and spiders’ webs, sofas torn ai d greasy, portieres in tatters, traces of tallow and oil every where. When I entered for the first time one of these charming places 1 was disgusted, but the mistresses of the house did not perceive it. Mirrors being very scarce in these countries, the ladies bedizen them selves in the strangest possible guise. They thrust a number of bejeweled pins into printed cotton liankerchiefs and then roll them round their heads. They pay not the slightest attention to their hair, and only the very great ladies who have visited the capital combs. As for the many-colored paints, of which they make an immoderate use, they can onfy regulate their dis tribution by mutual assistance, and as the women living in the same house are so many rivals, the great object is to render them ridiculous. They put vermilion on their lips, rouge on their cheeks, nose, forehead and chin, white wherever there is a vacancy, and blue round their eyes and under their nose. Stranger still is the manner in which they paint their eyebrows. They are doubtless told that to be beautiful, the eyebrow should form.a large arch, and they have thence concluded that the larger the arch the more beau tiful is the eyebrow, without inquiring whether its position is not irrevocably fixed by nature. This being the case, they allow their eyebrows all the space bet ween the temples, and paint on the fore head two immense arches, which, starting from the top of the nose, run across the forehead. Some young eccentric beauties prefer a straight line to a curve ? and trace a broad black band across the forehead ; but these are exceptions. Profanity.—A large class of peopl seem to think profanity the distinctive mark of a gentle man. But is it not worn by those who would not be recognized as gentlemen ? The venest vagar bond can curse just as vilely as the most respect able. What depth in this wicked and vulgar habit, which the lowest ruffian cannot plumb. Has not the reader heard the foul-mouthed wretches that swarm in our lowest groceries pour out profanity as revolting as ever dripped from the lips of so called respectability ? Let us bear in mind that swearing is not an exclusive acom plishment. It garnishes the vernacular of the reek ing hell as well as that of the street cornel. Great men lose somewhat of their greatness, by being near us, ordinary men gain much. 1 ggLU-m, ij. . L—.!. MWBEI He Drinks.—How ominous tW sentence falls How we pause in conversation and ejaculate, ‘lt’ a pity !’ How his mother hopes he will not whei he grows older; how his sisters persuade them selves that it is only a few wild oats he is sowing And yet the old men shake their heads and fee gloomily when they think about it. Young mar just commencing life, botiyant with hope, don’l drink. You are freighted with a precious cargo The hopes of your old parents, of your sisters, o: your wife, of your children—all are laid dowr upon you. In you the aged live over again theii young days; through you only can that wear) one you love obtain a position in society ; and from the level in which you place them must youi children go into the great struggle of life. - ‘ * All Animals can ♦alk !—At the annual meeting of the Association for the advancement of Science, held lately at Boston, it was shown that, after all, there are no “dumb beasts” Dr. Gibbon read a very interesting paper on- the language of animals. “He says that every variety of animated being possesses some means of intelligible communica tion.” Each creature, by peculiar sounds or signs of correspondence, has a language understood by its own kind, and sometimes learnt by others. Emotions of caution, affection and fear—of joy, gratitude and grief—are disclosed by simple tones ot voice, or by impressive gestures, to signalize ieelTngs, strictly comprehended, and often an swered. Insects and birds, fish and beasts, thus express themselves—in distinctlanguages, signed, spoken and sung, seen heard and felt. He illus tiated his theory by stating familiar facts relative to domestic animals.” m I— In AND Out OF Office.—Lord Lyndhurst—the Boston lord- tolls a good story apropos of his sur render of the Great Seal, in 1848, showing the relative importance of the Ins and Outs. “ When I went to the palace,” says his lord ship, “ 1 alighted at the grand stair-case; I was received by the sticks of gold and silver, and other officers of the household, who called, in sonorous tones, from landing to landing, and apartment to apartment, ‘ Room for the Lord High Chancellor of Englandl entered the presence chamber; I gave the seals to her majesty; I had the honor of kissing her hand ; I left the apartment by another door, and found myself on a back stair-case down which I descended without any one taking any notice of me, until as I was looking for my car riage at the outer door, a lacquey bustled up, and, with a patronizing air, said, ‘Lord Lyrfdhurst, can I do anything for you V ” < Oi Deacon Briggs.—Old Deacon Briggs is as re markable for his closeness as was Dickens man Barkis.. His name has come to be a proverb in our region for such an economy as ever makes the man the subject of ridicule and contempt. One bitter cold morning, a few falls ago, he bade the boys drive together all the pigs that were to be fattened for the market, into the little yard just at the corner of the house, A pig was caught by one of the youngsters—the Deacon with a pair of pincers in one hand and a sharp knife in the other, seized the unfortunate by the tail and cut it off, close up. So through the whole herd, leav ing not a pig with even a stump of a tail. Cort, who worked for his grandfather, stood by in amaze ment—his hands in his pockets, his body warped into a crescent by the cold, and his teeth jawing against the outrage with a prodigious chatter? At last he stuttered out: “ Grandpa! what are you cutting off those tails for ?” Sober and solemn was Deacon Briggs as he re plied : & “ You will never be a rich man, for you do not know what it is to be savin. ’ You ought to know, my child, that it takes a bushel ot covn to fatten, an inch of tail.” Tiie Piano-Forte.—A lady who plays well on the piano forte, and desires to make this accom plishment a source of pleasure and not of annoy ance to her friends, should be careful to adapt the style of her performance to the circumstances in which it is called for, and should remember that a gay, mixed company would be tired to death with one of those elaborate pieces which would delight the learned ears of a party of cog noscenti. It is from neglect of this consideration that many a really excellent performer makes her music a social grievance. Many a beautiful sonata or fantasia, to which at another time we would have listened with pleasure, has been thrown away upon a company, who either drowned it by their conversation, or sat during its continu ance in constrained and wearied silence. We would never advise a performer to make a sacrifice to vulgarity or bad taste ; but there is no want of pieces which combine brevity with excellence— contain in a small compass many beauties of mel ody, harmony, and modulation—and afford room for the display of brilliancy, taste, and expression, on the part of the performer. A piece of this kind will not weary by its length those who do not care for music, while it will give pleasure to the most cultivated taste; and with such things, therefore, every musical lady ought to be well provided. Ra The world certainly contrives to get the most out of its celebrities. While Rachel lived, every incident of her life was annually reproduced; and in every style of art the great actress was repre sented. Now that she is dead her property has been sold—her jewelry, her books, her dresses, her furniture, and—by itself—her bed and canopy. Detailed descriptions have flown upon every wind. The heart of Parasian gossip has been satisfied. But avarice is not so easily quieted. As if in the career of this hapless woman, whose life seems all the move a tragedy from the brief splendor of its triumph, nothing should be sacred or pri vate—as if to prove finally to the world how truly in a thousand scenes the actress had represented the death-struggle—a photograph of Rachael in the last agony of life was taken, and, with some changes, is now exhibiting. It was done by her relatives. A Paris correspondent of a city paper says: “ What their object was in thus disturbing the last moments of the dying tragedienne it is not proper to judge.” But before he completes his paragraph he answers his own questions. “ While living, she was the resource of tier Hebrew family; now that she is dead, they continue the exploita tion of her body and her memory.” Not, proba bly, because they are Hebrews, but because they inhumanly avaricious ; and avarice is not the vice of a race, but of humanity. How easily might the imagination conceive the genius which has left no peer behind, murmuring in the increased intelli gence of a higher sphere: “Imperious Caesar, dead, and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away: Oh, that the earth, which kept the world in awe, Should'patch a wall to expel tne winter’s flaw !” How to Secure a Fine Display of Rosea. To obtain a fine and continuous bloom of roses, is a matter worth striving for. They are always acceptable—winter, summer, spring and autumn. After the proper varieties, highly enriched soil is the main secret to success. W itliout this, the best kind of perpetuals are little better than June roses. Some may bring forth an occasional flow er in the fall, but nothing like a full blow, and the roses themselves small and puny. In new plantations, trench up the ground two spades deep, and work in at least six inches of thorough ly rotted manure. If it makes the bed too high, cart away some of the poorest of the soil. While spading, incorperate as much as possible the ma nure with the soil. After the ground is thus pre pared, leave it still, after a rain, if convenient, to settle somewhat, then plant your roses. In doing so, see that it is done properly that is, the soil well pulverized, and • placed completely about the roots. If ft choice can be had, select those roses that have been dormant during the winter. You may then expect a most brilliant display of midsummer, after which they will pro duce occasional flowers until the cool days of fall, when they will prepare to gladden you again with another rioh profusion of flowers. In the case of old plantations, or small specimen roses, too large to move conveniently, thoroughly dress them by laying bare their roots, ana filling in again with half soil and half rich rotten manure. In case either of these are not done from any cause, the next best thing is to frequently stir the soil during summer, and watering every week when the soil will bear it -that is, when it is not surcharged with water—with liquid manure wa ter. Give a good soaking, enough to reach the roots, when it is done. Avery good way to ap ply artificial manure, is to sprinkle it Over the bed just before rain. Guano or fowl dung of any description, is excellent for the purpose. June roses, climbers, and in fact any rose, is ben efited by the above application . —Gauntry Gentle man. It is a'remarkable fact, according to “ the chem istry of the world,” that trees which are regularly shaken every day iri the green-house, grow more rapidly and are stronger than others which are kept unagitated.