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Legal Requirements:
Sales of Land and Negroes by Administrators, Excc-
Htors or Guardians, are required, by law, to be held on
the First Tuesday in the month, between the hours of
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situate. Notices of these sales must be given in a pub
lie Gazette, forty days previous to the day of sale.
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forty days.
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ecutors or Administrators, where a bond has been issued
by the deceased, the full space of three months.
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THE ATTORNEY—NAME AND PLACE.
KING & UEWIS, Attorneys atsLaw, Grkenes
boko, Ga. The undersigned, having associated
themselves together in the practice of law, will attend
to all business intrusted to their care, with that prompt
ness and efficiency which long experience, united with
industry, can secure. Offices at Greenesboro and five
miles west of White Plains, Greene county, Ga.
y. r. king. July 1, 1858. m. w. lewis.
HIT G. JOHNSON, Attorney at Law,
Augusta, Ga. will promptly attend to all business
intrusted to his professional management in Richmond
and the adjoining counties. Office on Mclntosh street,
three doors below Constitutionalist office.
Reference —Til os. R. R. Cobb, Athens, Ga.
June 14 ly
JANIES BROWN, Attorney at Law, Fancy
Ilill, Murray Cos. Ga. April 30, 1857. +
R~ OGER h, WHIGIIANI, Louisville, Jef
ferson county, Georgia, will give prompt attention
to any business intrusted to Ids care, in the following
counties: Jefferson, Burke, Richmond, Columbia, War
ren, Washington, Emanuel, Montgomery, Tutnall and
Seriven. April 26, 1856 if
LEONARD TANARUS DOYAL, Attoiriey at Law,
McDonough, Henry county, Ga. will practice Law
in the following counties: Henry, Spaulding, Butts,
Newton, Fayette, Fulton, DeKalb, Pike and Monroe.
Feb 2-4
DII. SANDERS, Attorney at Law, Albany,
• Ga. will practise in the counties of Dougherty,
Sumter, Lee, Randolph, Calhoun, Early, Baker, Deca
tur and Worth. Jan 1 ly
HTi PERKINS, Attorney at Law, Greenes
* boro, Ga. will practice in the counties ot Greene,
Morgan, Putnam, Oglethorpe, Taliaferro, Hancock,
Wilkes and Warren. Feb ly
PIIILLIP B- ROBINSON, Attorney at
A Law. Greenesboro, Ga. will practice in the coun
ties of Greene Morgan, Putnam, Oglethorpe, Taliafer
ro, Hancock, Wilkes and Warren. July 5, ’56-lv
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April 15,1858
Willis’ H#tel,
A T THE OLD STAND, is still open for
TjHH -tA the reception and accommodation of trav
tellers. All who may favor us with their pat
ronage, shall receive every attention necessary.
A. L. WILLIS, Proprietor.
Greenesboro, Feb. 12, 1858.
C\WT AERENTED to force the Moustache andr*
k' v Whiskers to grow strong and luxuriant in oneU
smonth, where there was none bolore. It will not stainos
nor injure the skin. One Dollar per bottle. Sent toy
‘'all parts of the country, on receipt of the price. W
Address. DR. S. P. SHELDON,
June 10,1858 Cm New York City.
Y°S^ n at ti . raes a assortment of
, .*\ N - |^ tdlnl y low for the Cash, with
July 1,1858 J. M, BOWSES.
MERCER TOMMY.
Commencement Exercises, 1858.
JULY 25. Commencement Sermon, by Prof. A.
J J. Battle, of the Universit y 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.
“ 27. Junior Exhibition, rnd delivery of the Sopho
more Prizes, by Governor Brown.
“ “ Afternoon, Address before the Alumni 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, £ec’y Fac’y.
LaGrange Female College.
THE Annnal Examination of the Students of
this Institution, will begin Monday, the sth of
July, and continue through the week.
Sunday, the 11th —Commencement Sermon by L. D.
Huston, D.D. of Tennessee.
Monday, the 12th—Meeting of the Board of Trustees.
Evening of fte 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, Ga. 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
Bowdon Collegiate Institute, }
Bowdon, Carroll Cos. 6a- 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
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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 —It Sec. andYTreas.
IS>aSSSS<SDIiT3Q'iiaCBISI©
THE firm of GOE & LATIMER is this day dis
solved by mutual consent. H. A. COE,
Greenesboro, May Ist, 1858 J. S. LATIMER.
The practice will bo continued by
who will visit
Oxford,
Penfield,
White Plains,
Mount Zion,
Warrenton,
Elberton,
Danielsville
Fort Lamar,
ot which due notice will he given inthe Crusader a u and
Gazette. Permanent office in J. CUNNINGIIA3PS
BLOCK, G R E E NE SB OR 0.
May 13, 1858 tjanl
ciaanag iromiroßg.~
r AM now well supplied with a
L ailt l complete assortment of PLAIN an”
FANCY CABINET FURNITURE , em*
m 1 “ 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 UAIITE TTE TAB LES, Rosewood and do
SOFA TABLES, do do
SIDE-BOARDS, Mahogany ;
CARD A CENTRE TABLES, Mahogany ;
ROCKERS, Rosewood, Mahog. Maple &, Walnut;
CHAIRS, Rosewood, Mahog. Maple and Walnut;
BEDSTEADS, elegant Designs and Finish ;
SOFA S ; B 0 OK- CASES ; FOLD. TA BLES ;
WASH STANDS; WARDROBES, Ac. Ac.
PICTURE FRAMES, Gilt and Rosewood,
Any of the above-named articles purchased, will be
carefully boxed and delivered at the depot,
FREE OF CHARGE,
N. B.—Sofas, Rocking Chairs, Ac. 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. SIT AW,
June 24—3 t w Madison, Ga.
■ WMTEt <&M§§. “
THE subscriber offers for sale 25 or 30 bushels
of the Winter Grass-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 bi rley 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 liinder 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, it sent to any place which
they may designate. ‘ D. IIERRON.
N. B. Any further information wanting can be ob
tained by addressing me at Penfield. D. H.
Penfield, Ga. June 3, 1858 8t
CERATOCHLOA BREYIARISTATA j
Or, Sltort Awn Horn Grass.
Coluathus,- Ga. Sept. 29tli, 1856.
To the Planters, Farmers and Stock Kaisers of Greene
County, Ga :
Gentlemen:
I take this method to bring to your notice a Foreign j
Winter Grass, the seed of whieh is now acclimated, i
and which I sincerely desire every Planter and Raiser j
to possess and cultivate. This grass grows in the fall, i
winter and spring only, and ,is emphatically a winter !
grass. For the grazing of stock anil making nutritious }
hay and restoring worn out fields, it has no superior. ;
This grass has the following valuable qualities, which j
many year’s experience has abundantly demonstrated: I
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 —uo freeze hurts it.
4th It is never troubled by insects of any kind. j
sth It is never injured or retarded in growing by heavy ‘
rains, ovcrtlows or ordinary drought.
6th It grows as fast as Millet or Lucerne.
71 h 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,
i from November to May.
| 9th It will then (the stock being withdrawn, and the
I 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.
llth 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, &e.
for the table. .
13th It will (if followed with our cornfield pea or
bean) give to farmers the cheapest, simplest, the surest
and the moat paying plan to reclaim worn out fields, and
fertilize those not yet so, which the ingenuity of man
can devise. ..4*.
14th It will sow its own seeds after the first time,
without expense or trouble, thereby re-producing itself
(through its seeds) on the same ground ad infinitum.
15th It does not spread or take possession of a fieW,
so as to be difficult to get rid of, but ean be effectually
destroyed at any stage before thessd ripen and fallout,
by being plowed up or under.
This grass having the above enumerated properties,
will be found, by all who cultivate it, far superior to
any other species ever introduced, or which cun be in
troduced, for the climate and soil of our country.
1. V. IVJSRB9N.
THE ADOPTED ORGAN OF ADD THE TEMPERANCE ORGANIZATIONS IN THE STATE.
QJHE subscriber will open his house for the ACCOM
MODATION OF VISITORS during the approach
ing COMMENCEMENT EXERCISES.
. July Ist, 1858 w. B. SEALS.
UPHE 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 ior
settlement by note or cash. The undersigned will give
his attention to the settlement of all claims.
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.
rATKmr
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.
Ludlow’s Infallible Cans.
SOMETHING that supercedes all other air-tight
hJ Cans; they are self-sealing, which saves you the
trouble and expense of using an exhauster, for sale by
Penfield, July 1, 1858 J. M. BOWLES.
PATENT MEDICINES, of almost any kind that
you may wish, for sale by
July 1, 1858 J. M. BOWLES.
iM,
BY r MRS. M. E. BRYAN.
THE FISHERMAN’S DAUGHTERS*
BY JURY £. BRYAN.
*• List! Miriam, the sea is sobbing,
Moaning low like a dying child,
And the air is hot and stifling,
And the sky is dark and wild.
There are ghostly sea-birds flitting—
Shrieking out their dismal wail-^
And I know our father told us
These were signs of the threatening'gtue.
It is coming; its wings are darkening
Already the evening light.
It will soon sweep down upon us,
And we’re all alone to-night.
You do not answer me, Miriam;
You look so pale and wild.
Oh! many a weary day has passed
Since my sister wept or smiled.
Why look upon me so strangely,
With eyes that are full of woe ?
Oh ! you frighten me, sister, darling—
What is it has changed you so?
You fear not the gathering tempest,
For your heart is strong, I know.
When that good ship struck and parted,
And sank ’mid the billow’s roar,
You launched the boat with father,
And you held a steady oar;
And you saved the dark-eyed stranger,
And brought him with you ashore.
That fair-haired, low-voiced stranger —
lie was beautiful as the day;
But I liked not his soft, sweet smiling,
And was glad when he went away.
For I missed our dear walks, sister,
On the shore with twilight dim.
You walked on the shelly beechside,
But you went alone with him—
Not to the grave of our mother,
Where we used to go and pray—
And I missed your sweet voice, sister,
When I knelt there day by day.
And I prayed for you in sorrow,
With a fear I coaid not speak ;
For your eye grew strangely brighter,
And a flush burned oh your check.
You wept when you thought me sleeping,
Though at times you were so gay;
But one eve of a gloomy Autumn,
The stranger sailed away;
And he stole his arm around you,
Whispering, “We shall meet again;”
But he came no more, my sister,
And you have not smiled since then.
You weave your rushen baskets
All the olden place,
A:d I see my father watch you
With a shadow on his face.
Oh! if it would make you happy,
I wish he would come again—
That lair and treacherous stranger.
Over the far blue main.
Oh ! sister, speak to me, sister—
Why do you look at me so ?
You have grasped my aim so tightly,
That the blood has ceased to now.
What grief is your heart strings breaking,
That you look so pale and wild ?
Tell your sister, your little sister,
The Mabel you call your child—
Tell me, and I will pray to Jesus — ”
“ Nay ! name not that holy name.
Child, what should you know of sorrow,
And what should you know of shame i
Poor child ! by the innocent wonder
That sneaks from your sinless eyes,
I know that you guess net the meaning
Os the grief on my soul that lies.
But pity me! pity me, Mabel!
For a storm is in my heart,
|Feircer, far, than yon wild tempest,
That tosses the bouglis apart.
You remember the gloomy morning
We saw on the storm-lashed shore,
A corpse, by the billows driven,
On the sharp rocks to and fro.
Even thus, my soul is chafing
• In a bitter sea of pain,
And not all your tears and kisses
Can bring back lost joy again.
I shrink from the calm, mute searching
Os my father’s sqd, stern eye ;
I dare not sing our sweet ballads;
1 dare not look on the sky.
I shrink as your pure lips touch me—
Their kisses burn on my brow;
I cannot wear lilies and roses
On rny guilty bosom now.
I dare not kneel in the twilight
With you, on hallowed sod ;
I should see the sad eyes of my mother.
And shrink from the frown of God.
Go, leave me aloue in my sorrow ;
The storm howls over, the deep;
Say your prayers to Heaven, my darling,
And go to your innocent sleep.”
” Oh, Miriam ! I love you, Miriam!
Fold me close to your heart so true;
I know you have sinned and suffered,
But should that part me and you ?
I have wept my childish sorrows
On your fond and faithful breast;
Should I leave you now, my sister,
,;{ When with grief and shame oppressed ?
Hark! hear you the winds careering \
Hear you the boom of the sea?
! Kneel, sister, wronged, suffering sister;
J will pray for thee and me.”
fhomnsville.
PENFIELD, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, JULY 8, 1858.
THOUGHTS AT MIDNIGHT.
AN unanswerable proof of the immortality of
the soul, is its limited scope on earth, and
its high aspirings to soar beyond the boundaries
that confine it. Matter bounds spirit, as the hor- #
izon does the world, and weighs like an incubus
upon the soul that is conscious of infinite capaci
ties. With all the vaunted researches of science
and philosophy, the daily phenomena occurring
around us, the most familiar, and seemingly most
simple things, are mysteries which our bounded
understanding can neither explain nor compre
hend. Look out upon yonder mighty arch that
spans the earth, where the stars walk their nightly
rounds! What are they—those burning eyes of
Heaven ? Science adjusts her telescope and tells
us that they are worlds; innumerable suns and
spheres; system within system; orbit within or
bit; stars shining by their own dazzling light
and regulating the motions of the satellites that
revolve around them. This, these star gazers
•from their lonely heights, tell the wondering
world below; but is it satisfactory? When were
yonder worlds launched into space? What eye,
of man or angel, beheld the sublime lighting
of those lamps of God? Are they freighted with
life and beauty, like this earth of ours ? Do warm
hearts beat in yonder shining spheres, and does
sin leave its serpent trail on their flowers, and
death tread their green fields and populous cities,
leaving his footprints in the graves of his victims?
What must be the nature of those, beings that
dwell so near the fires of their central orbs, and
of those in yonder far oft’ planets, with their cir
cling moons, that roll on the utmost verge of the
solar system, where the sunlight falls wan and
cold as moon beams, and eternal winter reigns?
And those self-shining orbs—those myriad suns
—are they but globes of fire? or has the great
Architect wrapped a burning veil around a nu
cleus of solid and habitable matter? Who shall
solve these mighty problems? In vain do poets
dream and philosophers speculate.
And our earth itself—ever producing and des
troying; changing, yet changeless—our world,
with its mystic tides, its earthquakes, its volca
noes and its varying seasons, is it not a mystery ?
What know we of the cause of that attraction,
whose discovery we so much laud, and which we
term gravitation ? What species of Alchemy is
this going on in the subterranean chambers of
the earth, which produces precious minerals and
gems?
! And the centre of the globe we inhabit —what
fills the mighty space ? Is it lined with fire, with
the huge rockribs bent over it ? Is it there the
great Alchemist Nature has her crucible and her
furnace, whose flues are the red throats of smok
ing volcanoes? or does an inland sea there an
swer hoarsely the mutterings of the outer ocean ?
And the subtle, all-permeating essence, which
we call electricity—so vax-ied in its manifesta
tions ; pulsing through the frames of human be
ings; clothing itself in lightnings; thrilling the
magnetic wires; influencing and penetrating all
created things—what know we of this intangible
mystery ? Whence comes the power of this invis
ible essence—that, nerveless bodiless, it yet
stretches its iron fingers over the universe, writes
with its rapid pen across seas and deserts, and
lays its blighting hand upon life, withering it in
an instant ?
Truly “ there are more things in Heaven and
earth Horatio, than are dreamed of in your phil
osophy.” Yet, why search the outer world for
problems beyond the power of man to solve?
Look inward! probe the profound of our own na
ture, and is not man, in his physical and psychi
cal relations, a mystery to himself? Over every
inch of the outer and inner organization of the
human frame has the finger of science gone, with
the slow, painful care of a traveler that exam
ines the chart of a country unknown to him.
Physiology, psycology, anatomy and philosophy
have vouchsafed their aid, but their light is, at
best, that of a darkened lantern. What have
they done towards lifting the mask from the
veiled face of truth? Can they tell us what it is
that moves this red current that rills through our
veins and turns that great central wheel—the
heart—which seta in motion the complicated hu
man machinery ? Can they tell us where, and
what is mind, and what part of the human frame
is the throne of that kingly essence that rules the
inferior organs of the body?
Can they explain how it is, that we are so
strangely immaterial—we creatures of flesh and
blood; that by the annihilation of a single hope
or joy > the abstraction of a single airy, impalpar
ble nothing, the very air around us seems dar
kened and earth loses for a time all beauty and
delight; and yet, wonderful contradiction! we
are, at the same time, so material that a slight i
ir\jury upon the delicate organ of the brain is suf
ficient to dethrone reason and make a wreck of
mind?
Aye, life is indeed a mystery! In vain we ask
where this soul, which we know to be infinite,
has been during the countless ages of the past.
They tell us it is part of God’s own spirit. We
feel that is so; and yet, God, like essence, is im
mortal, and immortality is in a circle.
That which has no end can have no beginning,
and the existence of our ,eouls must be co-eval
with God’s. Matter itself knows no annihilation.
Thei-e is not one atom more or less now than
there was at the beginning. If balanced in the
hand of God, there would be not a hair's breadth
of difference in the weights of the new and old
world. Time may modify, but he cannot des
troy ; and if matter, then, is deathless; if the
particles of which our bodies are formed are old
as the creation, where has been this superior es
sence ; this spirit which matter acknowledges as
its ruler? Can metaphyics tell us this? Can it
even explain the phenomena of mesmerism and
psychology?
The past and future are also mysterious. In
vain we ask when time had its beginning? when
earth, first rose from the tomb of chaos; when
the suu first took his seat on the flaming throne
where he reigns and burns in unchanging splen
dor. Bid the great Architect work alone, or did
his radiant seraphim liaten with him in voiceless
awe to the grand anthem that pealed through
space, when the’ morning stars sang together?
And futurity is most mysterious of all. We see
the faint shadow ©f the things of time and sense,
but the dark cloud of death rests on the hither
shore, and no mortal eye may pierce beyond it.
The Heaven that we love to think of— is it earth
purified, humanity exalted, glorified, purged of
its impurities ? or does it hold its seat in one of
you distant spheres in a world brighter and fairer
than earth may ever be/ Is it the place of sing
ing, leve and music that poets and children dream
oi ? oi* are its pleasures purely spiritual and in?,
tellectual? Who shall answer these questions
that prey upon the soul in its solitude like night
fires on a heath? Who shall translate the my#.-.
tic writing in the red-leaved volume of the heart?
Revelation is purposely vague, philosophy and
reason are dumb, ot, at best, their language is
obscure, defining “light by the sun, night by
darkness, death by dust.” This is unsatisfactory
We crave more. What shall gratify the soul’s
deep, restless longings? What shall fill the in
finite capacities of the mind and sate its thirst
for knowledge—knowledge not partial—not fet
tered by earthly chains, but free and wide, and
all-comprehensive, limited only by the boundless
Intelligenee of God ? What shall do this, we ask?
and we look around us, but the still, small voice
that answers comes from our own hearts. And
that answer is—eternity. Mind is immortal—we
feel it, know it and triumph in the thought. In
a future existence, we shall know all. Unclogged
by material incumbrance, the infinite intelligence
shall penetrate all mysteries. Such longings, such
high aspirations are not given us in vain. They
are an earnest to the soul of what awaits it.
Here, we see through a glass darkly; but there,
face to face. Here, we read only the title page
to the book of knowledge; there, the golden
bound volume shall be unclasped to our eager
sight, and the great Arcana of the universe made
visible and plain. Here, we grope with the dark
lantern of reason in a dim labyrinth, but we hold
the clue, and the cavern winds up into the glori
ous light of day. Hermes and Plato, Newton
and Herschel, shall learn that they have scarce
conned the alphabet of knowledge. Milton and
Dante, whose daring fancy passed the asphodel
bridge that spans the gulf of mortality, shall find
that their sublimest imaginings were but as the
shadow of the wind.
Aye, the mind is infinite in its capacities.
Through countless ages we shall progress in
knowledge, as in purity and happiness.
We are immortal. Yonder stars tell us so,
and on our own hearts the glorious truth is writ
ten by the finger of Deity. By its unsatisfied,
longings; by its deep capacities and high aspira
tions, we know that the soul is immortal and
shall live when all you myriad worlds are shaken
by the breath of God, like ripened fruit off the
“ wrinkled stalk of Time.” M. E. B.
A NEW FIELD FOR ROMANCE.
IF our modern novelists and story writers are
tired of searching the “Five Points” and
“ Fifth Avenue” for heroes and materials for their
romances and wish—as they certainly should do
—for anew field for their talents to explore, they
can surely find none more rich iu varied interest
and natural beauty than California. During the
last ten years—the most important decennium in
the history of our country—the series of unpar
ralellcd events that have transpired in California
and made her the wonder of the world, have fur
nished abundant materials for authors, needing
scarcely the coloring of fictiou to give them the
deepest dramatic interest. Soulo and Scyd, iu
their eloquent annals and sketches of California,
and Nil's. Farnham, iu her pleasant, gossipping—
yet clever book—have but opened the rich mine
of wealth which the recent history of California
lias furnished to authors, poets and annalists.
The material which it affords for original and
powerful romances, arc almost inhexhaustible.
It is, indeed, all like a thrilling drama, from the
time when first the “ Eureka” of the new Eldo
rado came pealing over the Rocky Mountains
and echoed across the seas, startling the phleg
matic Englishman from his quiet contentment;
rousing the bold, reckless eons of Erin from their
negative life of servitude and starvation; exciting
even the swarthy Sandwich Islanders and the
strange, shy “Celestials,” and hurrying them
away by thousands from country, friends, kin
dred to the land of the setting 6un—the land of
exhaustless riches—in the hope that their golden
dreams might be speedily realized. What could
be more fraught with wild interest than the ad
venturous and perilous over-land march of the
eager immigrants through desolate prairies, for
ests, grand and gloomy with age, and over the
rugged peaks of the Rocky'Mountains ; the track
they followed, marked by the bleaching bones of
those who had perished in the attempt to reach
the land of gold ?
And the progress of the City of San Francisco,
springing up with magical suddenness, like Alex
andria of old, from the insignificant village of
Yerba Buena to a great commercial emporium,
with her “golden Gate” thronged with vessels
from every port, and a population of thirty thous
and souls from every quarter of the globe, “ mostly
adult males,” says Mr. Seyd, “ strong in person,
clever, bold, sanguine, restless and reckless.”
Walter Scott would have asked no better mate
> rials for a series of novels, more extended than
those of the admired “ Waverly,” and all founded
on well authenticated historical facts.
He would have immortalized sturdy Jacob
Leese, who, in defiance of the California author
ities, erected his cottage on the cite of the future
City of San Francisco before the gold epidemic
had made every acre of the land a fortune to its
possessor, and when the famous Golden Gate was
an almost unknown harbor. He would have
handed down to posterity the name of beautiful
Rosalie Leese, grand daughter of the proud
Spaniard General, Vallejo, the “Eve of Yerba
Buena;” the first born of San Francisco.
He would have woven into romance the story
of the gold discovery first made by James Mar
shal on the Rio de los Americanos. Nay, with his
love for the superstitious, he might have brought
down from the gloomy forests of the Sierra Ne
vada another “Harz demon,” which should have
tempted the poor miller by the disclosure of the
hidden treasures to be bis on certain fearful con
ditious; for the usual ill luck of the discoverer of
great wealth followed poor Marshal, who uow
wanders homeless and penniless, while the world
is enriched by the discovery that proved a curse
to him.
And the tragic scenes that followed iu the
bloody foosteps of Lynch Law; when legislative
justice having fled the land; magistrates having
become corrupted; their high office degraded
and all social rules and sacred customs laughed
to scorn by the reckless gold seekers, the iudig
nant people were compelled to take the law into
their own hands, make a gibbet of almost every
tree aud begin a revolution, which, Mrs. Farn
ham tells us, “furnished, both in its progress and
completion, the grandest and most satisfactory
testimony to the capacity of the Americans loj
self-government.” ..,
What theme more rich in exciting aud.temwe
iuterest could romance desire, than the oigamza
tiou and secret operations of this pwer
mysterious “Vlgilsuce Committee, -j
symbol of eu Eye and their ooncealcd bdl. wh
ominous two strokes, Wta. the pome Os emmuto
between eech slsrtn, summoned the members of
the order to the inrfflti**on or pumrttnent
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VOL. XXIV. HUMBER 26
crime ? Certainly the condemned were not al
ways the guilty; for these bold, stern, unyielding
men, who defied the power of corrupted and
weakened law, had little time to investigate the
details of crim*e and the motives that prompted
its commission. * ■
But neither the “Secret Brotherhood” of
Feval, nor the mystic and powerful societies in
Venice that have furnished themes for the nov
elist, could equal in dramatic interest the “ Vig
ilance Committee” of San Francisco.
And a romance of California, dealing largely in
istorical facts, would surely be more instructive
than an account of court intrigues, or a descrip
tion of fashionable frivolities, or disgusting de
tails of poverty, squalor and shame, which last has
been the favorite subject of novelists since the
success ot the “Hot Corn” stories and those that
succeeded them. >£ £ £
FLORENCE FISHER,
AS I am at a loss to know whether her pretty,
alliterative signature of “Florence Fisher” is
a real, or only an assumed name, I trust my fair
correspondent will pardon me for the liberty I
take in answering her letter through the col
umns of the Crusader. first, I would thank
her for her kind wishes and complimentary ex
pressions, relative to the paper in which I am in
terested. She has accidentally seen, she says, a
few numbers only of the “ Crusader,’’ but is much
pleased with it, indeed, and so is her father,
whose opinion, as he is a gentleman of sound
judgment, she assures us, is by no means value
less. Eh, Men! I only hope the worthy gentle
man will put his good wishes into tangible form
by subscribing for the Crusader forthwith. He
will find it not a mere reporter of village news;
a copier of stale anecdotes and second-hand sto
ries, or an organ in which silly boys and girls may
carry on their correspondence in mawkish rhyme,
or fill whole columns with a grandiloquent account
of the sentimental loves of some village Rom<jo
and Juliet.
“Florence Fisher” wishes to know why I fre
quently drop the customary “we” and “our” of
editorship for the less consequential single pro
noun. Simply, dear Florence, because I occa
sionally find the pompous editorial style rather
awkward and inconvenient in communications of
a merely gossiping nature, and not caring to be
fettered by custom, and thinking it of minor
importance which number of the pronoun is used,
I adopt the one that suits me best at the time.
Not laying claim to the editorial chair,
so worthily filled by my esteemed associates, I
am not necessarily confined to rules, and can use
my own pleasure in composition.
As regards the poetical contribution accompa
nying the letter of Florance Fisher, it is with real
regret that it is respectfully declined; for the fair
writer, judging from her sprightly letter, is a girl
of a warm, frank heart and lively fancy. Would
she try again in prose ? She will pardon the crit
icism, that she is much fettered by rhyme. The
versification is cramped and forced by the aid of
expletives and unnecessary words; and forced
poetry, like forced fruits, is but an insipid, taste
less pioduction. Then, the subject is rather
hackneyed and illy chosen. Though very com
mon, nothing is more contemptible than a lite
rary suiveUcr, who habitually versifies his own mis
eries, sets his complaints to a kind of rythmical
whine, displays his heart in the most blighted and
deplorable condition imaginable and calls upon
his readers for sympathy; passes around the hat,
as'it were, for a few drops of commiseration, as
though mankind had not enough sorrows of their
own, without interesting themselves in the woes
—often imaginary—of ot hers. An occasional out
burst of impassioned grief or dispair, and an un
dertone of musing sadness, is allowable and poet
ical ; but to make their own petty sorrows the al
pha and omega of their theme; to utter nothing
but one prolonged complaint, is disgusting from
its egotism and more tiresome than the “ ket
tle’s faint undersong” of Wordsworth. The sor
rows of Byron or Mrs. Norton; their melodious
murmurings at fate; their proud, half-reckless
despair and story of their wrongs and sufferings
are interesting to their readers, because a feeling
better than curiosity makes us wish to know all
that i3 possible of the private life of those who
wrote “ Manford and the Breambut obscure
imitators, who have neither the fame nor the tal
ents of their original, cannot hope to be equally
favored.
Then, Florence, do not fancy that exaggerated
expressions of grief are the offspring” of poetical
inspiration. Do not mistake incipient dyspepsia
for a call to write poetry, and more than all, do
not affect a grief your light heart does not feel as
yet; for, believe me,
“Pa9B through this life as best we may,
’Tis full of anxious care.”
And when you write again, let it be in j^rose.
Choose a strong, cheerful, inspiriting subject that
is suited to your natural vivacity; and though
we are far from soliciting contributions, yours will
probably be acceptable. M. E. B.
JULY.
THE dog star rages. Our southern summer—
not unaptly described as consisting alternately
of “ three hot days and a thunder storm” —has
fairly come. Roses have vanished; birds dream
among the cool leaves, too hot and indolent to
sing. Ladies flutter enormous fans, and might
be imagined winged angels, were it not for their
flushed complexions, while individuals of elegant
leisure prolong their afternoon siestas to the de
triment of their health and the benefit of their
physicians. All the idle birds of passage are sum
mering it at the sea side, or at crowded watering
places, eating liquid ice creams, stale vegetables
and oily butter, and enduring the martyrdom of
full dross—all for the sake of being fashionable
while others, with less leisure and lighter purses,
remain at home; make the best of everything;
eat their own fresh fruits, sweet curds and cool,
unskimmed milk; take a cold shower bath occa
sionally ; dress lightly and fare better than then
little friend of mine declare.,
vi.it or do anything but l,o °“ °°°! J 3 fj,
‘no “o great a favorite as the
Bowery months that usher it in, July has advan
tages peculiarly its own. I can raise my eye. as
I write and see before me an orchard flushed with
ripening fruit, and I know that melons, golden
and emerald, nestle among their broad, green
leaves in yonder inclosure, while to the hand o
industry July yields vegetables, heathful and
nutritive, in abundance, so that no one need echo
the loafer’s complaint—
“ Oh, mercy me! what times.these is!
They cuts us deep with want’s dull scissor.
All sorts of things to live on’s rii,
But the thermometer ft mw,”.