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. IH* 1 ’ JOHN H. SEALS, A NEW SERIES, VOLUME 111. „ ‘(J j . ‘——r* — 7- (%t Cmptraittt ^ —• Published every Thursday in the year, except two. * r - r - r -- ---•■■■■ ■&"’ ‘ — : Dollars per year, in advance. JOHN H. SEALS, sow Pbopiukto*. LIONEL L. VEAZEY, ewtob Litebabv Bep’tm-t. MRS. M. E. BRYAN, toiwe*. tJOHN A. REYNOLDS, pcbushs*. - ®aaai£> aagiOcsrsso Clubs of Ten Names, by sending the Cash. will receive the paper at ... - copy. Clubs of Five Names, at 180 “ Any person sending us Five new subscribers, inclo sing the money, shall receive an extra copy one year free of cost. . <ii —— ADVERTISING DIRECTORY: Sates of Advertising: 1 equate, (twelve lines or less,) first insertion, $1 00 •* Each continuance, _ . 50 Professional or Business Cards, not exceeding six lines, per year, 5 00 Announcing Candidates for Office, 5 00 t Standing Advertisements: not marked with the number of insertions, will be continued until forbid, and charged Druggists and others, may contract for advertising by the year on reasonable terms. Legal Advertisements’. Bale of Land or Negroes, by Administrators, El eanors and Guardians, per square, 5 00 Sale of Personal Property, by Administrators, Ex ecutors and Guardians, per square, 3 25 Notice to Debtors and Creditors, 3 25 Notice for Leave to Sell, 4 00 Citation for Letters of Administration, 2 75 Citation for Letters of.Dismission from Adm'n, 500 Citation for Letters of Dismission from Guard’p, 325 Legal acquirements: Sales of Land and Negroes by Administrators, Exec utors or Guardians, are required, by law, to be held on the First Tuesday in the month, between the hours of ten in the forenoon and three in the afternoon, at the Court-house door of the county in which the property is situate. Notices of these sales must be given in a pub lie Gazette, forty days previous to the day of sale. Notices for the sale of Personal Property must be given at least ten days previous to the day of sale. Notices to Debtors and Creditors of an estate, must „ be published forty days. Notice that application will be made to the Court 01 Ordinary, for leave to sell Land or Negroes, must be pub lished weekly for two months. Citations for Letters of Administration, must be pub lished thirty days —for Dismission from Administration monthly, six months— for Dismission from Guardianship, forty days. Rules for Foreclosure of Mortgage must be published monthly, for four months —for compelling titles from Ex ecutors or Administrators, where a bond has been issued oy the deceased, the full space of three months. jpss- Publications will always be continued according to these, the legal requirements, unless otherwise or dered. THE WEEKLY CHRONICLE & SENTINER, PUBLISHED AT AUGUSTA, GA. IS THE LARGEST AND BEST LARGEST AND BEST LARGEST AND BE.-T , Largest and best PAPER'IN THE 3TATE. PAPER IN THE STATE. PAPER IN THE STATE. PAPER IN THE STATE. IN EVERY NUMBER IN EVERY NUMBER IN EVERY NUMBER IN EVERY NUMBER A WE GIVE THE READER „ WE GIVE THE READER t WE GIVE THE READER WE GIVE THE READER THREE TO FIVE TIMES L .As much Reading Matter as is contained in the ordinary Weekly Papers ot the South, consisting of INTERESTING STORIES AND TALES, INTERESTING STORIES AND TALES, INTERESTING STORIES AND TALES, INTERESTING STORIES AND TALES, MARKET REPORTS, MARKET REPORTS, MARKET REPORTS, MARKET REPORTS, LATEST NEWS AT HOME AND ABROAD, LATEST NEWS AT HOME AND ABROAD, LATEST NEWB AT HOME AND ABROAD, LATEST NEWS AT HOME AND ABROAD, . &c. Ac. Ac. The Weekly Chronicle & Sentinel, devoted so POLITICS, NEWS AND MISCELLANEOUS IN TELLIGENCE, is issued every Wednesday morning, contains the LATEST NEWS received by Mail and Telegraph up to Twelve O’clock Tuesday Night, and is mailed to subscribers by the earliest trains from this city, at v TWO DOLLARS A YEAR, IN ADVANCE. TRI-WEEKLY PAPER, $4.00, DAILY PAPER, $7.00. ‘ Letters should be addressed to W. S. JONES, Augusta, Ga. * cqpies sent free when desired. April 15, 1858 MCEWi—■—lC3Ea /■'IALL around and take some ICED LKMON yy ADE with June 10 J. M. BOWLES. AND LOVERS OF GOOD THINGS, FRESH AND PURE, JUST give ‘Old Mac’ a call—he’s always ready to supply the wants of those who may favor him with their patronage. What’U you have l A saucer of Cream, A Lemonade, Oranges & Bananas, Peacans &. Peanuts, Candies and Cakes, Stews, Fries, Bakes, Col’rado&Ch’roots, ’Backer &. Havanas, In sun or shade, ‘Old Mac’s’ th’team that can furnish just what you may love! ’ at short notice. Call, examine and eat. He may still be found at his old place. Greenesboro, June 10,1858 D. McDONALD. JLJPJKKLee SURGEON & MECHANICAL DENTIST, YT7OULb mfornj his friends that he will back in November and attend his engagements at White Plains, Mt. Zion, Oxford and Penfield. May 13, 1858-tfjan LOST OB STOLEN. ALL persons are forewarned against trading for the following notes: A note on Win F Luckie for Seventeen Dollars and Forty Cents, dated in April or May last, and due the twenty fifth December thereaf ter ; one on Wm Moore for Twelve Dollars and Twen ty-five Cents, dated in May or June last, and due the twenty-fifth December thereafter: one on David Phelps pi Hancock county for Twenty Dollars, dated in March last* and due from date ; and one on John Mitchell ol jMotmt Zion for Seventeen Dollars Twelve and a-haii Gma is, dated in April last, and due the twenty-fifth of December thereafter. The above notes were made payable to the subscriber guardian of free boys Jerry and Ben ; and the ma kers of the same are requested to make payment to no iPerson except myself vx my order. THOMAS D. SANFORD. Greenesboro’, March 4, 1858. * “ ~ t ffigTHRW T\HLL beoaid fora few B °°r 150 acre LAND WARRANTS, on immediate application at this * offioe - May 27 * f Willis’ HotelT JkreJL AT THE OLD STAND, is still open for lifffl „ the reception and accommodation of trav- Ji iWMiellers. All who may favor us with their pat ronage, shall receive every attention necessary. A. L. WJLLIS, Propridte?, Feb. 12, 1858- LaGrange Female College. THE Annnal Examination of the Students of this Institution, will begi# Monday, the sth of July, and continue through the week. Sunday, the 11th—Commencement Sermon by 1— D. Huston, D.D. of Tennessee. Monday, the 12th—Meeting of the Board of Trustees. Evening of the same day, Sacred Concert. Tuesday, the 13th—Celebration of the Literary So cieties—before which the Annual Address will be deli vered by John H. Seals, Esq. of Penfield, Gn. Evening of the same day, General Concert by the Music Class. Wednesday, the 14th—Commencement Day. Ad dress by C. C. Wilson. Esq. of Savannah. J. W. AKERS, Sec’y of Faculty. July 17, 1858 tde TIIE firm of COE & LATIMER is this day dis solved by mutual consent. H. A. COE, Greenesboro, May Ist, 1858 J. S. LATIMER. The practice will be continued by who will visit Oxford, Penfield, White Plains, Mount Zion,, Warren ton, Eiberton, Danielsvitle Fort Lamar, ot which due notice will be given inthe Crusader and Gazette. Permanent office in J. CUNNINGHAJSF S BLOCK, GREENESBORO. May 13,1858 tjanl — 1 ‘ t John K. Leak, A. B. Pres’t f |THIS Institution is now open, with a full and J- able Faculty, for the reception of Students, both male and female. We have a commodious building, and the society, water and healthfulness of the locality are unsurpassed in the State. The course of study is thorough and extensive in both departments, including all branches taught in the Male and Female Colleges. Board $8 per month—Tuition reasonable. We can and will make it to the interest ot all who patronise the Institution. Students will come by railroad to New nan, Ga. thence by private conveyance to Carrollton. For further particulars address John K. Leak, Car rollton, Ga. W. W. MERRELL, W. M. J. T. MEADOR, S. W. June 10-tey ■■ B. M LONG. J. W. aWARRENTED to force the Moustache ancln M • V Whiskers to grow strong and luxuriant in oneU jjomonth, where there was none before. It will not stainw Ror injure the skin. One Dollar per bottle.. Sent toH t'all parts of the country, on receipt af the price. Address DR. S. P. SHELDON, June 10, 1858 6m New York City. Bowdon Collegiate Institute,} Dowdon, Carroll Cos. Ga- j THE ANNUAL EXAMINATION will begin on Monday, the sth of July and end the following Wednesday. The Commencement Sermon on Sunday the 4th, by the Rev. Mr. Roberts of Marietta. Prize Declamation Class Tuesday night. Commencement Exercises on Wednesday. The friends and patrons of the School are respectfully requested to attend, June 10—tjuly5 ATLANTA, GEORGIA, HAVE, for six years past, been doing a heavy GROCER F, PRODUCE AND COMMISSION BUSINESS, and take this method of saying to the readers ol the Crusader that Atlanta, as a produce market, is unequalled in Georgia; and they are still determined, by prompt and faithful attention to all or ders, to merit a continuance of the liberal patronage heretofore extended to them. Orders for Bacon, Lard, Corn, Flour, Feathers, Groceries, Factory Goods, <f-c. must be accompanied with the cash or satisfactory ref erences. [Atlanta, June 3—6 mos wrong® <b®a§§. ~ TIIE subscriber offers for sale 25 or 30 bushels of the Winter Gras3-seed, (known as the Iverson Grass—he having the reputation of introducing the same into Georgia.) Having raised three crops of this Grass, I am decidedly of the opinion that it is the best that has ever been introduced into this section, it being far preferable to rye or birley for lots or grazing purpo ses. It grows luxuriantly all winter —hard freezes or heavy rains being no interference. It improves the land on which it grows; neither does it hinder or obstruct the growth of any other crop on the same ground. All animals that feed on grass are very fond of it. The seed may be sown at any time from June until October and do well. I will refer the public to a perusal of the Circular of Hon. B. V. Iverson. Any person who de sires to procure the Grass-seed from me can do so by early application, and have it sent to any place which they may designate. D. HERRON. N. B. Any further information wauling can be ob tained by addressing me at Penfield. D. H. Penfield, Ga. June 3, 1858 8t CERATOCHLOA BREVIARISTATA Or, Short Awn Horn Grass. Columbus, Ga. Sept. 29th, 185&. To the Planters, Farmers and Stock Raisers of Grosne County, Ga : Gentlemen : I take this method to bring to your notice a Foreign Winter Grass, the seed of which is now acclimated, and which I sincerely desire every Planter and Raiser to possess and cultivate. This grass .grows in the fall, winter and spring only, and is emphatically a winter grass. For the grazing of stock and making nutritious hay and restoring worn out fields, it has no superior. This grass has the following valuable qualities, which many year’s experience has abundantly demonstrated: Ist It has the largest seed of any known species of grass, being nearly as large as wheat. 2d It will grow [on very rich ground] from three to four feet high, when seasonable. 3d It is nevet injured by cold—no freeze hurts it. 4th It is never troubled by insects of any kind. sth It is never injured or retarded in growing by heavy ‘ rains, overflows or ordinary drought. 6th It grows as fast as Millet or Lucerne. 7th It is as nutritious as barley, and stock are as fond of it as they are of that. Bth It will keep horses, mules, cattle, sheep, goats, hogs and poultry fat throughout the winter and spring, from November to May. 9th It will then (the stock being withdrawn, and the ground being rich) yield from three to four tons of ex cellent hay per acre, cutting when the seed is green (in milk) each time. 10th It saves corn and fodder being fed away to stock during the winter and spring. 11th It completely protects fields from washing rains. 12th It ennables farmers to have an abundance of rich milk, cream and butter, with fat beef, mutton, &,c. for the tabic. , 13th It will (if followed with our cornfield pea or bean) give to farmers the cheapest, simplest, the surest and the most paying plan to reclaim worn out fields, and fertilize those not vet so, which the ingenuity of man can devise. l lth It will sow its own seeds after the first time, without expense or trouble, thereby re-producing itself , (through its seeds) on the same ground ad infinitum. 15th It does not spread or take possession of a field, I so as to be difficult to get rid of, but can be effectually | destroyed at any stage before the seed ripen and fall out, I bv being plowed up or under. ‘This grass having the above enumerated properties, will be found, by all who cultivate it, far superior to any other species ever introduced, or which can be in troduced, tor the climate and soil of our country. B. V. IVERSON. fFHe copartnership business in thejSTEAM SAW X MILLS at Woodville, heretofore existing between Bowling & Haley, was dissolved, bv mutual consent, on the first day of January last. All persons indebted to said firm, either by note or nook account, for the year 1857, are hereby notified to make payment to Jas, A. Haley, who is authorized to receipt for the same. JOHN S. BOWLING, June 10—-lm JAMES A. HALEY. BY a member of the preseat Graduating Class of Mercer University, a situation as TEACHER, for the remainder of the year. Address A. B. C. Pen i field, Ga. care of editors of Temperance Crusader, i May 27th 4t THE ADOPTED ORGAN OF ALL THE TEMPERANCE ORGANIZATIONS IN THE STATE. MERCER UNIVERSITY. Commencement Exercises, 1858. JULY 25. Commencement Sermon, by Prof. A. J. Battle, of the University of Alabama. July 25. At night, Sermon before the Young Men’s Missionary Society, by Rev. B- F. Tharpe, of Houston. “ 26. Sophomore Prize Declamation. il 27. Junior Exhibition, rnd delivery of the Sopho more Prizes, by Governor Brown. “ “ Afternoon, Address before the Alumpi Asso ciation, by ■——— ■■■ “ 28. Commencement Exercises, and Annual Ad dress before the Literary Societies, by Col. R. B. Hubbard, of Texas. June 24—3 t U. W. WISE, Sec’y Fac’y. DAWSON INSTITUTE. THE AfSnual Examination of the pupils of this Institution, will commence on the Ist, and close on the evening of the 2d of July. George R. Black, Esq. of Scriven, .and Dell Mann, Esq. of White Plains, have been invited to deliver ad dresses on the occasion. The public are respectfully invited to attend. Term will commence on the first Monday in August. June 24 —It flAmaaro tomtom, ~ r AM novr well supplied with a large L and complete assortment of PLAIN and WSMMFANCY CABINET FURNITURE , em ill * ‘ bracing every article in this line of business, many of which are necessary to render home pleasant and comfortable: WARDROBES, Rosewood, Mahogany, Walnut; BUREAUS, do do do WASH STANDS, do do Marb.Tops; Q UARTETTE TABLES, Rosewood and do SOFA TABLES, do do SIDE-BOARDS, Mahogany; CARD & CENTRE TABLES, Mahogany ; ROCKERS, Rosewood, Mahog. Maple & Walnut; CHAIRS, Rosewood, Mahog. Maple and Walnut; BEDSTEADS, elegant Designs and Finish; SOFAS; BOOK-CASES; FOLD. TABLES ; WASH STANDS; WARDROBES, <£c. Ac. PICTURE FRAMES, Gilt and Rosewood, Any of the above-named articles purchased, will be carefully boxed and delivered at. the depot, IKKE OF CHARGE, N. B.—Sofas, Rocking Chairs, &c. repaired neatly and with dispatch. I buy and manufacture none but the BEST of work, and those who are disposed to purchase from me can rely upon getting good articles on the most reasonable terms. A. SHAW, June 24—3 t Madison, Ga. Aroaimwsr A&at THE firm of J. S. BARNWELL & CO. will be dissolved on the First of Next Month, by mutual consent —at which time those having demands against said firm, will please present them, and those indebted are respectfully notified that the books will be open for settlement by note or cash. The undersigned will give his attention to the settlement of all claims. Mr. Barnwell will continue in the business of HAR NESS MAKING and REPAIRING, whom I take great pleasure in recommending as a faithful and com petent workman. [June 24 —2m] R. J. MASSEY. EXCELSIOR SPRING BED. THIS is an entirely new application of Spiral Springs to Beds, making a more ‘comfortable, neater and cheaper bed than ever offered before to the public. The peculiar position of the Springs elevates the head slightly, saving the trouble of building up the head with extra bolsters. PRICE ONLY SIX DOLLARS. For sale by A. SHAW. Madison, Ga. P. S.—l also manufacture to order other Spring Beds. June 24, 1858 A. S. Greenesboro Female College. THE Exercises of this Institution, Ist Term of Scholastic year, will be resumed on the Ist Mon day in JULY next, under the care of Rev. Homer Hen dee, President, with an able faculty and every depart ment amply filled. By order of the Board of Trustees. D. HOWELL, Greenesboro, June 17 —4t Sec. and Treas. SIBLEY & BOGGS, —-WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DEALERS IN— Choice Family Groceries, Cigars, &c. 276 Broad Street, Augusta, Georgia. Feb 18,1858 ti OWDER and SHOT! “ J. M. BOWLES. April 22, A Song to England. BY WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE,. Yet again, O, England ! insult ? Yet again thy haughtf hand Smiting wrong upon the banner Os thy growing-Daughter’s Land 1 In the deep of parted eras Was it not enough for thee To resound thy march of empire O’er the billows of our sea ? England ! cans’t thou not remember How thy Lion fled the fire3 Lit on Freedom’s holy altar By the great Republic’s sires ? O, it is too strange, too dreadful For us to believe that thou, Mid the old world nations foremost, With a progress on thy brow, Would repeat the dastard insult On a Land with flag unfurled For the truest march of Manhood In the new and ancient world. No! oh no! we’ll not believe it; Not for this were tit the fires Os our Earth’s majestic progress By the great Republic’s sire#. Yes, Americans! yes, surely Some mistake at bottom lies; Soon some explanation quenches Anger’s lightening in our eyes: Soon a Washington and Hampden Shall behold their climes again Speaking through the trump of Honor Words of friendship o’er the main— Words ot progress, words'of glory. Sounding mid the fadeless fires Lit of old on Freedom’s altar By the great Republic’s sires. Y et, if insult is intended, England! know one thrill shall dart, Like a thunder’s spasm through mountains, Through a banded nation’s heart ; Warren’s blood is on that banner; Jackson’s Shade is with it still; And. it cannot, shall not cower On the billow or the hill; Yes, O England ! for Earth’s manhood We must fadeless keep the fires Lit on Freedom’s holy altar By the great Republic’s sires. i ■ [Journal of Commerce. I HAVE A HUSBAND. (V ANNIE A . I have a husband-noble husband— And I love him dearly, too, As the spring birds love the sunshine; As the flow’rets love the dew. As the infant loves its mother, Clinging fondly to her breast, Seeking there, in grief, its solace; Seeking there its food and rest. As the traveler in the desert Loves a shelt’ring rock to gain ; Loves the stream of sparkling water, That slakes his thirst and cools his brain. • So I love my darling husband, Kindest, truest, noblest, best, He to me is dew and sunshine; He tome is rock and rest, And I love him as a woman With her all of trust and pride, Loving in my deep devotion, To stand bravely by his side, . Ready to share his every troubles, And coax the sadness from his brow; To aid or comfort, grant, O Heaven, I may love Mm e r er as now. PEN FIELD, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, JULY 1, 1858. BY MRS. M. E. BRYAN. PHASES IN AHUMAN LIFE. ms HAST E. BUT**. CHAPTER 11. D EAT B. DID you think, dear readers, that I purposed writing a stofy? a veritable newspaper ro mance, with a number of startling incidents, all culminating into the grand denouement.md crow dedin the space of half-a-dozen columns ? I have no such design I purposed merely to sketch fragments of a human life—a life to which you may readily find parallels—and to dwell briefly upon the early experience* that color its after destiny. And is hot death—the first death in the household, or in the charmed circle of friends —an episode ever to be remembered, an expe rience most deep and lasting? Ah! who does not remember what a pall seemed then to hangover earth and sky; how the shadow of that one grave darkened the very stars; how he shrank from the glory of sunlight, and sick ened at the breath of flowers; and how, long after the grass had grown between the dead and his living heart, the sound of clods falling upon a coffin echoed in every burst of discordant gayety. Somewhere to-night the starlight is falling upon our own unmade graves. Then why shrink from the contemplation of that great reality which all must experience—that crowning trag edy to every life ? Why ignore the word in com mon conversation, and hastily pass it by on the printed page? The love of Claude St. Clair for his mother was a species of religion ; all emotions are that tend to enoble, aftd there was something so saint-like, so pure and spiritual in her appearance and in her elevated character, that love was necessarily blent with adoration. Her beauty was of that rare type, that it is not dimmed or lessened by age, and her almost infantile grace of manner gave her all the charm of exceeding youthfulness, and made her appear, at most, an elder sister of Claude. Even when disease stole upon her, it came so insidiously and in such a beautiful form that Claude was hardly aware of its approach, or of its dangerous nature. The complexion, always of lily purity, grew more transparent, the delicate tracery of blue veins more perceptible on the white temples, and her oolor more fluctuating. At times she was pale as the white flowers her son placed in her hair; at others, the flush on her cheek, faint as the tint of sunset on water lilies, deepened into a brilliant glow, her lips were crimsoned, and her eyes shone with unnatural brilliancy. Had she not grown constantly weaker, Claude, with his experience, might have fancied these tokens of insiduous disease the precursors of returning health; but her strength declined daily, yet so gradually that it failed to shock even her watchful son. First, she became incapable of attending to her favorite plants and flowers, that were a source of such pure happiness, both to her and to Claude; then her usual walks in the long verandahs were relinquised, and finally her arm chair in the cool piazza, where the great elm tree cast its evening shadow over the floor. Since spring, she had been confined to her cham ber, which, for her amusement, had been con verted into a miniature parterre and aviary by the cages of singing birds, and the tropical vines and plants which, ranged in earthen pots against the wall, hung their delicate foliage and rich flowers on lattices of the lightest and most fairy like dimensions. They—mother and son—sat watchingthe dying day from her chamber window. The sunset clouds were deepening into purple, and the breath of the mid-summer air .came soft and bland, and fragrant with odor3 from the forest. Mrs. St. Clair half sat, half reclined on the pillows of her large invalid’s chair, her cheek scarcely less white than her snowy dressing gown, and one thin hand lying idly across the strings of her guitar. “It is useless,” she said, with a faint smile, signing for Claude to remove the instrument. “ I am not strong enough to touch the strings, but I can sing for you, dear. I think my voice is still left me.” ‘‘And is sweeter to me than all the instruments in the world, dear mother,” said the boy, ten derly. “Sing some of those sweet old songs that used to lull me to sleep in my infancy. It was just at this.hour that I heard them then, and I shall listen and dream that I am a child again.” “ Nay, in those days, boy, your head was always pillowed upon my heart; now, I cannot even hold it on my knee and toy with its brown curls as I used to do. But I will sing you a cradle song, Claucte.” . She began one of those well known, tender hymns that haunt our early memories like the fragrance of dead violets, but her voice failed and sank to a husky whisper. The blood stole to her thin cheek. She shrank from acknowledging, even to herself, the extent of her weakness. “ I am more than usually hoarse to-night,” she murmured. “Come,” said Claude, assuming a playful tone to conceal the tears that filled his eyes; “ I could better fancy you a child, with your blonde curls and slender figured I will play ‘mother/ and you shall lay your head on my breast and close your eyes, while I sing you to sleep. There! lie very still, lor this long conversation has wearied you. You must be a good child and sleep till you are refreshed. You will be strong again in the morning. She smiled languidly, as she lay with his arms twined around her slight figure, looking up into the face of her son with -unutterable tenderness in the depths of her large, spiritual eyes, Then the blue-veined lids closed over them, though the smile rippled still around her pale lips, as Claude sat smoothing back the fair tresses from her brow with a touch of mesmeric gentleness, and singing dear old fiursery hymns and quaint ballads in a voice softened to womanly sweetness. There was no Raphael to transfer to canvass the divine beauty of that picture: the fair boy, with the unmistakeable stamp of genius on his brow, and the light of filial love enhancing his beauty to that of a demi-god, and the calm, holy loveli ness that lay like moonlight on the face of that dying saint, her head resting on the breast of her son, her dark lashes sweeping down on her cheek of mortal paleness,* and her hair, that Claude had loosened from its confinement, circling her head like a halo of glory. Might not the angels, lean ing over the sunßet clouds, have sketched that picture es holy love with pencils dipped in irq. mortal colors and hung it upon the palace walls of Heaven ? Slowly faded the sunset. Through the dusky veil of twilight looked the quiet stars, and the young moon parted, with white fingers, the vine leaves that trembled around the casement. Still Claude sang on, low, yet clear, though he had ceased to caress the fair tresses of the head that lay upon his heart, for he feared to disturb the deep, sweet sleep of his mother. The old domestic who brought in the tea, warned by a look, had silently placed the tray she held upon a table and withdrew, lingering at the door to listen to the low breathed words of the song she had heard so often from the lips of he. 1 ’ mistress: Sleep, darling, sleep; Thy rest shall angels keep, While on the grass the lofnb shall feed, And never suffer want or need. Sleep, darling, sleep. Half an hour passed on, and old Maude re turned to announce the physician, who had called as usual, on returning from his daily round. He walked quietly to the side of the invalid and laid his hand upon hers. “She is sleeping very sweetly, Hr.” said Claude, not noticing the quick, startled glance that the medical man bent upon him. “ Gently!” he continued, as the physician removed her head from iti resting place and laid her back upon the lounge, “It would be a pity to waken from such a refreshing sleep.” ily poor boy,” said the doctor, grasping his hand with a look ot deep compassion, “your mother will never waken again on earth. She has already awakened in Heaven.” Claude did not speak. He uttered no cry of dispair or anguish, but his cheek changed to a deadly hue, and he caught the hand that hung over the chair and hushed his heart to discern its pulsations. In vain. The fingers that met his were already chilled with death. The faint flut terings of the heart had ceased, and the beauti ful spirit had passed away with the murmurs of those olden songs; had passed through the golden portals of the sunset, amid the bloom and fra grance of the summer eve. . Claude would not believe that it was death. Never before had he looked upon its terrible re ality. “Mother,” he called, throwing his arms around her. “ Mother,” he repeated, as he pressed fran tic kisses on the cold lips, cheek and brow. And then, as no answer came from those lips that were wont to soothe all his youthful sorrows, he knelt on the floor beside the corpse, and bowing his face on his hands, remained very calm and silent. The pliysican took the light form of the dead in his arms and laid it upon the bed. “ I will go for someone,” he said, and left Claude alone with liis voiceless sorrow and his first experience of death. Oli! that night of woe and desolation, when the boy knelt in his first deep grief by the corpse of all he held dear, praying for death to open her cold, white arms for him also; longing for noth ing so much as a grave by his mother’s side, and the long, long sleep that knows no troubled wak ing. Oh 1 well it is that the stream of Time has the spell of Lethe in its waves. And yet, deep as is the desolation of that young heart, lie does not realize as yet the extent of his mighty loss. The cry of “mother! mother!” breaking from his white lips, shall be uttered with yet more mournful earnestness in after life, when the mir age pictures of fancy have faded away, and hope and love have lured the heart but to leave it des olate. Then it is that even strong, proud man hood feels how blest a haven of rest is the deep and deathless love of a mother; what a holy so lace lies iii the touch of her hand upon his brow, in the magic of her syuipathy and the balm of her tears. Oh! earth has many treasures of gems and gold, and life lays its passion flowers and its laurels at the feet of youth, but there is no gift so pure and priceless as a mother’s love. BLACKBERRIES AND BLACKBERRY GATHERERS. HAVE you been berry hunting this beautiful season? Have you thrown aside your cum brous dignity and strolled through the green woods in the glorious sunset with a tin bucket and a merr y company of children ? It is a very rejuvenating occupation—this berry picking. You grow quite childishly enthusiastic in your search for the ripe treasures, and the gleeful laugh of the little ones comes over you like a bath of youth. I actually saw our little Johnny initia ting my dignified sister Helen in the mystery of stringing necklaces of blue berries on pine straw. But berries are not such insignificant produc tions of Nature. They are not wholly unknown in song and story. Thompson and Covvper, generally acceded to be the priest-poets of Nature, both make honor able mention of these humble fruits of the hill side. The first, in enumerating the treasures of “bounteous Ceres,” alludes very prettily to “the gelid race of berriesand the last, in a touching tribute to his boyhood, speaks of wandering all the summer day in the woods, alone with his yoi ng dreams and feasting on the wayside ber ries and “ hips and haws.” But little does Johnny and his sable atten dants eare for poetical authority, or the happy group either that I saw “ going berrying” yester day. I was sitting by the open window at the sultry noontime, dreaming in delicious indolence over my half-closed book, when an exclamation from my little sister aroused me. “ Look!” she said; “if there is'nt all the schoolboys going to our blackberry field with the girls, in spite of Mr. Wilder's orders. I raised my eyes, and sure enough, coming down our long, broad avenue, was a party of girls in cape bon nets and school aprons, and behind them, at a little distance, followed a bevy of straw hats from the male academy. Somehow, they were not long in overtaking the owners of the bonnets, who, I am sorry to say, ap peared in no way displeased at the accession to their number. Tin buckets changed hands, and the united party walked amicably to the large blackberry field that mama is wont to call her vineyard, since she, with a number of the notable and worthy house wives of our village, are in the habit of making out of the berries a wine which, in their own opinion, is greatly superior to Sherry and Madeira, and has, beside, the additional vir tue of being “ perfectly innocent.” So that, when the stately Minister—on the ground that he never “ indulges”—refuses the wine glass accompanying the waiter of cake, (it is pioverbial how well Ministers fare,) good sister A remonstrates, assuring brother C “ that it is only blackberry wine—harmless as milk, you know.” “Oh! ahl that indeed 1” says the excellent man, helping himself to a glass, his scruple* com pletely quieted by the s#4atftee4j*ißifcr d ‘ EDITOB AND PEOPBIETOB. YOL. XXIV. NUMBER 25 But I have digressed. What transpired in the blackberry field, I am unable to relate, since I had no means of knowing how many bright eye* peeped under sun bonnets; what hands cama accidentally in contact, as thev relieved the vines of their rijie fruitage; what stale jokes were re peated and laughed at, and what gallant speeches made and replied to with becoming blushes. I only know that in a little while the party re turned, in the very best spirits, walking together until they readied the great gate that closed our avenue, where, diverging, they proceeded de murely to their separate academies. Miss Prudence Prim—you know Miss Prudence of course, or at least the family to which she be longs. It is quite an extensive one, as she has relatives in every village and neighborhood. Well; Miss Prudence, who “dropped in” that afternoon, pronounced it “a shame; it was,” she said, “ highly improper ; she should take it upon herself to inform the teachers,” and Miss Prim’s knitting needles rattled with the excess of her virtuous indignation. , Well; I suppose it was wrong in the boys to give their excellent teachers the slip in that sly manner. I suppose it was vei*y naughty, but I know, too, that it was very natural, and that boys have done just so since “ Berries grew and roses blew, And morning brought the sun,” and will continue to do so as long as there are youth and life in the world. I wonder if Mies Prudence Prim has no recol lection of similar weakness? I wonder if she wa* never young; if many leaves back in her time dingied book of life, there is not a fair page marked with rose leaves—faded, yet sweet still? I wonder if she never felt a fluttering under her gingham school apron, at the approach of a round jacket? I wonder if she never gave rosebuds and book marks, with the magic motto, “ I love thee,” worked beneath two very affectionate doves—whose resemblance to barnyard duck3 was most extraordinary—and received, in ex change, great red apples, kiss verses and billet doux written in blue ink on the fly-leaf of a Smith’s Arithmetic? Or, was Miss Prudence always Miss Prudence Prim, stiff and starchy as her own linen collar, with her affections limited to snuff and tabby cats, and an aspect that would freeze young love into an icicle and transform its honey into the sourest of vinegar? M. E. B. THE BREAM OF AN HOUR. B 7 MARV B. BRTAN. “ I knew, I knew it coaid not last; ’l’was bright, ’twas heavenly, but ’tli past.” I sit ’neath the evening shadows,. And the wisds go idly by, And the golden summer sunset Fades slow m the western sky. The dreaming primrose wakens, Pallid from its long repose, And the breath of fragrance parteth The red lips of the rose; While the tiny jeweled flower-birds, Like glancing sunbeams, dart, Fluttering their enameled pinions O’er the Jasmine’s snowy heart. I sit ’neath the twilight shadows, Where the winds amid fragrance die; And what to me is the glory of earth. Or of the sunset sky ? I see the hills in the distance, With their crowns of purple hue, And I look upon bird and blossom, But not as I used to do ; For a Upas shade of sadness O’er my dreaming heart is cast, And my soul has to-night been walking Through the dim land of the past. Past the ruined shrines and temples; Past the graves of hopes long lost, Through that land of light and shadow, Goes memory’s mournful ghost. But there rose a green oasis, In that desert of the past, Which not all the gathering darkness Os dispair could overcast. There paused and knelt the mourner, ’Mid those scenes too bright to last. When I wandered through the splendor Os that enchanted land, I was like the opium eater On the Asiatic strand. Dreaming, as the drug’s wierd genius, Thiough his brain bright fancies spun. That he trod the dazzling chambers Os the palace of the sun; , For the cup thy hand had proffered, There was madness in the draught; But I heard thy syren whisper, And the golden goblet quaffed. But I’ve wakened from my dreaming— From my soul the mist has cleared, And a ruin is the temple That my daring hopes had reared. The Sodom fruits that tempted, On the lip are ashes now— And in scorn the passion flowers, I have torn from off my brow. “ Better thus!’’ I cry in triumph, “Now my aim is clear and true, And no falsely gilded earthcloud Veils my high aspiring view.” But at times, when syren fancy Watchful reason sings asleep, Oe’r my soul a strange mist gathers— Mist of tears I will not weep. Memory breaks the chain that biDds her— Goes a pilgrim sad and lone To my heart’s deserted Mecca, Whence all hope and joy are flown. There she kneels a tearful mourner, At the ruined olden shrine, Where was poured my heart’s best offering— All my life*B rich, wasted wine. Thus I sit in the soft twilight, And the haunted winds go by, And the stars awake like lilies In the blue depths of the sky. I reck not ol their beauty; For dreamy, wild and cold, As from caves of wierd Trephonius, Where strange mysteries are told, Comes my spirit from its wanderings, Bringing flowers that once were fair, And fragments of sweet music Caught from lonely echoes there. Xleomasville. •m not Happy when I Smile. 1 am not happy when I smile, Or when my voice is gay ; for in my heart a sadness reigns Which steals all mirth away. The gayest song you hear me sing, Is but a dirge to me, % And when I smile I hide distress “Which none but God can see. A smile may sometimes wreathe a lip When joy is far away, And flower bloom on sculpture Above some wasting clay. A rose all withered and decayed, Some odor will impart, And smiles will linger long around A crushed and broken heart. IMOETAUT*.-If any work of the present suirhro the tooth of Time, it will If the light of any name shall flash through toe Srtf the far future, it will not be that of the warrior. It wUI be that of him who, in his day, sought the hap niobsfi afbis fellow-men, and linked his memory to some vToat work of utility and benevolence. This is the work that will survive the ruins of Time—the glory that outlive* all others, and shines with undying lustre fro* generation ta generation, imparting to eeefc it* ew*|*b j •”