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JOHN H. SEALS, NEW SERIES, VOLUME HI. C|t Centprattce (faster. every Thursday in the year, except two, TERMS: Two Dollars per year, in advance. - , JOHN H. SEALS, Proprietor. LIONEL 1/. VEAZEY, Editor Liter art JJarTuT. MRS. M. E. BRYAN, Editress. JOHN A. REYNOLDS, Pcbusher. a£fc> Clubs of Ten Names, by sending the Cash, will receive the paper at - - - - $1 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. AIVERTISING DIRECTORY: Bates of Advertising: 1 square, (twelve lines onless,) first insertion, $1 00 “ Each continuance, * )0 Professional or Business Cards, not exceeding six lines, per year, ()0 Announcing Candidates for Office, Standing Advertisements: 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: Sale of Land or Negroes, by Administrators, Ex ecutors and Guardians, per square, 5 00 Sale of Personal Property, by Administrators, Ex ecutors and Guardians, per square, 3 25 Notice to Debtors and Creditors, 3 25 Notice for Leave to Sell, 4 00 Citation for Letters of Administration, 2 75 Citation for Letters of Dismission from Adm’n, 500 Citation for Letters of Dismission from Gimrd’p, 325 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 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 oi Ordinary, for leave to sell Land or Negroes, must be pub lished weekly for two months. Citations for Letters of Administration, must be pub- Jished-f&*Vty 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 by the deceased, the full space of three months. Publications will always be continued according to these, the legal requirements, unless otherwise or dered. 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 THE WEEKLY CHRONICLE & SENTINEL, PUBLISHED AT AUGUSTA, GA. IS THE LARGEST AND BEST LARGEST AND BEST LARGEST AND BEST LARGEST AND BEST PAPER IN TIIE STATE. PAPER IN THE STATE. PAPER IN THE STATE. PAPER IN THE STATE. IN EVERY NUMBER IN EVERY NUMBER IN EVERY NUMBER IN EVERY NUMBER WE GIVE THE READER WE GIVE THE READER T WE GIVE THE READER WE GIVE THE READER THREE TO FIVE TIMES As much Reading Matter as is contained in the ordinary Weekly Papers ot the South, consisting of INTERESTING STORIES AND TALES, INTERESTING STORIES AND TALES, INTERESTING STORIES AND TALES, INTERESTING STORIES AND TALKS, MARKET REPORTS, MARKET REPORTS, MARKET REPORTS, MARKET REPORTS, LATEST NEWS AT HOME AND ABROAD, LATEST NHWS AT HOME AND ABROAD, LATEST NEWS AT HOME AND ABROAD, LATEST NEWS AT HOME AND ABROAD, Ac. Ac. Ac. The Weekly Chronicle & Sentinel, devoted to POLITICS, NEWS AND MISCELLANEOUS IN TELLIGENCE, is issued every Wednesday morning, contains the LATEST NEWS received by Mall and Telegraph up to Twelve O’clock Tuesday Night, and is mailed to subscribers by the earliest trains from this city, at TWO DOLLARS A YEAR, IN ADVANCE. TRI-WEEKLY PAPER, s*oo, DAILY PAPER, $7.00. Letters should be addressed to W. S. JONES, Augusta, Ga, ;?s®*Specinien copies sent free when desired. 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 - “ ‘ 1 - 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 EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. 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,”.