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LITERARY
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PENPIELD, GEORGIA.
L. LINCOLN Editor.
THURSDAY MORNING, JULY 1,1858.
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A Catalogue of the Officers and Students of
Brown wood Institute has found its way into our
office. This Institution, located near LaGrange,
Ga. is one of the oldest High Schools of this
State, being the same which was for many years
under the rectorship of Rev. Otis Smith. It is
now owned and presided over by Jno. A. Foster,
who has associated with him an able corps of
instructors. Brownwood has never been more
worthy of public confidence, and we are pleased
to see that it is now receiving a very liberal pat
ronage.
We are indebted to our esteemed townsman,
W. B. Johnson, Esq. for a copy of the Sermon on
“ Female Training,” preached at the late Com
„ mencement of Greenesboro’ Female College, by
Rev. Dr. Wilson, Pastor of the Ist Presbyterian
Church, Augusta, Ga. We were much pleased
with this sermon when delivered, and our high
appreciation of its merits has not been lessened
by a careful reading. The matter is sound and
practical, the style easy, graceful and ornate, and
the spirit which is breathed through every line
tlxat of the fervSnt, zealous Christian. Would
that his ideas were practically adopted in the ed
ucation of every daughter of our land.
* Will it all be the same a hundred years hence,
in whatsoever manner we may have acted ? Does
it not matter whether we fail to discharge our
duty, or perform it to the letter, whether we add
,other talents to those that have been given to us,
or allow them to lie hidden and unemployed?
Assuredly it does. We may consider ourselves
as unimportant, but we are not so. The grain of
sand that enters into the ‘ mortar forms a small
portion of a building, but it does its part. An
aggregation of them knits together the solid
stones and forms the wall’s substantial strength.
So is it with every man. He may not be able to
see his relative position in the world’s machinery;
but let him be assured that he has a part, and
that that part is essential to the consummation
of the whole.
The American Codon Planter & /Soil of the Go nth, in
the July number, which is now before us, con
tains a great variety of articles, both original and
selected, upon the several topics of Plantation
• economy, Horticulture and Domestic Economy.
In these, the respective merits of adverse theo
ries are discussed, the experience of different men
compared and a large amount of valuable infor
mation imparted. This and other agricultural
, journals are doing more for the real, substantial
interest of our country than any class of periodi
cals that could be named, and we are glad to
know that they are beginning to receive some
thing like the degree of appreciation which they
•deserve. The Cotton Planter is published in Mont
gomery, Ala. at SI.OO a-year, in advance.
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The .J une number of Blackwood's Magazine will
not prove altogether so interesting to readers on
this side of the Atlantic as several other issues of
the present year. The papers on “ Blood” and
•“ Religious Memoirs” are well written, and will
abundantly repay a perusal. L. Scott & Cos are ■
just about commencing new volunes of all their
publications, and of course the present is the most
favorable time to begin subscriptions. Their *
rates will con'tinue as follows: For any one of the 1
four Reviews, $3.00; for any two of the four Re- j
views, $5.00; for any three of the four Reviews,
$7.00; for all four of the Reviews, $8.00; for <
Blackwood's Magazine, $3.00; for Blackwood and 1
three Reviews, $9.00; for Blackwoad and the four ■
Reviews, SIO.OO. Payments to be made in all -
eases in advance. Money current in the State i
where issued will be received at par. 1
Writing in July! You who, securely retired
from mid-day heat, regale yourself with the many
good things which the morning’s ma il has brought
you, think with commiseration of those who labor
under this furnace-like temperature. What no
ble thought, remark replete with humor or
pointed wit, fine sentiment or beautiful expres
sion could be conceived or written in the melting
mood which a summer sun and cloudless sky
produces. Under this debilitating influence,
every power of body and mind loses its energies;
imagination droops her pinions and refuses to
rise; fancy languishes, and l’eason shrinks as if
affrighted from subjects with which it was once
. w r ont to grapple. Oh ! if you have never had to
write somethimg while the earth lay burning in
sunshine, and Apollo, Minerva and all the Muses
were deaf to your prayers for inspiration, there is
still something more annoying than you have
ever known.
The anniversary of our national birth-day was
celebrated by the students of the University and
the citizens of the village, in a becoming manner
on Monday, the sth inst. In the forenoon a res
pectable audience assembled in the chapel, where,
after a highly appropriate prayer by Dr. Craw
ford, the Declaration of Independence was read
by Mr. A. D. Sharpe, and an oration delivered by
Mr. T. W. Robinson. Both the young men dis.
charged their parts well, and the speech, so far
as w r e have heard, met with universal favor. The
occasion was very much enlivened by singing by
the choir, who, though the shortness of their no
tice beforehand precluded all preparation, did
■almost as well as we ever heard them.
In the afternoon, an entertainment of the pic
nic order was gotten up, at which all, both young
and old, seemed to enjoy themselves vastly. Al
together, the day was a very happy one, and will
doubtless long remain to many “a leaf in mem
ory green.”
Railroad Manners. —We have books on the
“etiquette of the drawing-room,” the “etiquette
of the ball-room,” the “ etiquette of the street,”
and a score inore'of etiquettes. The editor of the
Cincinnati Gazelle has supplied a vacancy which
has long existed, in his “etiquette of the railroad
car.” He gives the following seven rules for the
guidance and well-government of travelers:
1. Do not puddle a car, where there are ladies,
with tobacco juice—it dirties their dresses.
2. A young and healthy man should not occupy
more than two seats. Twice as much room as an
old lady or gentleman requires is enough sor # the
cloak, band-box, carpet-bag and books of a mer
chant’s clerk on a collecting tour.
3. Courting should be done at home. Ihe
world does not make a sufficient allowance lor
amoui’s in the cars. When people are seen to be
uncommonly affectionate in the cars, the by
standers are apt to make remarks.
4. Ladies who must wear hoops in traveling,
should not make them two yards in diameter, as
that is the greatest width with which they can be
-conveniently seated.
5. Men should not talk in the cars more than
■* doubly as loud as they do in any other place, lest
they should injure their voice.
G. Children who are three or four years old,
and in the habit of crying for everything they see
* without being punished, should be Jsept at home
till their parents learn how to govern them.
7. If the first and last of these rules cannot be
then the tobacco puddlers and the pa
rents who never punish should be put in the same
car together, to enjoy each other’s company.
THE FREEDOM OF THE TRESS has been
called one of the bulwarks of national lib
erty, and so it is; yet, paradoxical as it may ap
peal 1 , it is, at the same time, the greatest enemy.
When faithful to its trust, the press points out
to the people every infringement of their rights,
and warns them of impending dangers; but when
untrue, it can pay flattering blandishments to the
intriguing demagogue, and thus, throwing a
cloak over his selfish ambition, -conceal his dan
gerous inroads from the public gaze. It is through
this agency that men who are possessed neither
of patriotism or honesty gain positions of honor
and influence.
The power of the press in producing and direct
ing public sentiment is incalculable. In compar
ison, the eloquence of the bar, the pulpit or
popular assemblies sinks into insignificance.
When rightly controlled and properly directed,
all this power may be employed for good. It can
control the reason, enlist the sympathies and
carry public sentiment into its pure and legiti
mate channels. No enterprise to which it gives
its undivided support can utterly fail of success.
But, on the other hand, when all these vast pow
ers are employed for evil—as they frequently are
—what an immense amount of mischief can be
wrought. Making the worse appear to be better
reason, and covering vice in virtue’s.fair garb, it
can carry out the most wicked schemes which
human imagination ever conceived.
The press should have full, but not unrestric
ted, freedom —the restrictions being, however,
rather such as the code of honor and public opin
ion would throw, around it than those imposed by
statutes. Ours is the only country in which it is
perfectly freed from all restraints, and here we have
numberless exemplifications of the evils it can pro
duce. A man mounts a hobby which he is de
termined to ride for the general benefit. He is
particular to make it as absurd as possible, in
order that it may he the more striking and gain
greater attention. Having started a paper —it
may be a very insignificant affair at first—he be
gins to exhibit. Some are attracted by the nov
elty of his views, others by the appearance of dis
interested and benevolent honesty ; some by one
thing and some by another, until he not only
puts money in his pocket from a handsome list
of subscribers, but also becomes the famous leader
of an ism. His ambition will be satisfied, though
he may not be able to point to the slightest good
as the result of his labors. He is raised to a posi
tion of importance which will continue until the
novelty has worn off, and the zeal for proselytism
has subsided. Then, if he falls, he falls so grad
ually that few perceive his descent.
But a far greater evil than this, is the open ad
vocacy which many conductors of public journals
give to things which they know to be wrong in
principle and harmful in tendency. The high
wayman and burglar do not now insert cards in
our dailies and weeklies, and buy editorial puffs
of their professional skill and promptness in dis
charge of tlieir offices; but if the press continues
its present downward speed in mercenary prosti
tution, in a few years these gentry will, we doubt
not, be its most liberal patrons. Now any vile
projector who has grown rich by liis swindling
schemes, can hire newspapers to defend his course
and screen him from justice.
This is a form of the freedom of the press which
we would wish were destroyed. The people have
suffered enough from such impositions, and they
should rise up in their majesty and express their
condemnation. They should not permit a pub
lisher to introduce into his columns whatever will
bring him pay, though it should violate every
principle of morality; or, if he will persist in such
a course, disregarding their wishes, they should
teach him to feel that he has their disapproval.
There is a class of men whose nerve of highest
sensibility is connected with their pockets, and
there are proportionally as many in the ranks of
journalism as any other profession. ,
During a political campaign, newspaperdom ,
exhibits so much that is disgusting, that every ,
man of good taste must wish for a power invested
somewhere for the correction of those abuses.
Personal abuse, vituperative slang, falsehoods and
misrepresentations are set forth by one party and
by the other with all the bitterness of invective
which political prejudice can inspire. Every man
feels himself at liberty to say what lie pleases,
and to make any statement which the credulity
of an excited public will accept. Individual
character, however fair it may have previously
been considered, is covered with the foulest cal
umnies. From all this, there is no appeal. The
press is free; free to corrupt moral sentiment;
free to impose upon the people every swindling
scheme which ingenious rascality can invent;
free to malign and ruin individual character, and
there is no law to punish it for its misdeeds.
For a couple to become thoroughly acquainted
with the disposition and character of each other
previous to marriage, is, we belive, a moral im
possibility. A change of relationship will present
them in a different light from any in which they
have before been seen. If it were ever otherwise,
this is the state of things now, and will doubtless
continue to become more so. In illustration of
this idea, we find the following paragraph in a re
view of “ The Newcomes,” inthe London Quarterly:
As Ilazlitt was riding in a public conveyance
from Paris to Versailles, one of the passengers
spoke of the marriage of a couple that morning
who had been ten years engaged. A second per
son remarked that they had at least this advan
tage, that they were thoroughly acquainted with
each other. A third dissented from the conclu
sion, and shrewdly rejoined that perhaps the wife
would appear next day in a different light from
what she had ever been seen in the ten years of
courtship. The case is common; and Mr. Thack
ery lias furnished in Mrs. Mackenzie a forcible il
lustration of it. Her object is to win Colonel
Newcome for herself, which she soon discovers to
be hopeless, and Clive for her daughter. She ap
pears an active, gay, obliging widow—affectionate,
to Rosa, and kindly to everybody. In that pro
bationary period she kept her violence to the
bedroom, where she boxed her poor girl’s ears in
secret. The sobbing over, she put her arm about
her darling’s waist, and led her fondly to the draw
ing-room, where she talked to the company of her
maternal solicitude, and prayed Heaven to pro
vide for the happiness of her dear child, ‘ who had
never known an instant’s sorrow.’ She has gained
her end. Clive is married; Rosa gives birth to a
son, and her mother has arrived for the interest
ing occasion. ‘Assuming the command of the
household, whilst her daughter kept the Sofa,
Mrs. Mackenzie had set that establishment into
uproar and mutiny. She had offended the butler,
outraged the liouskeeper, wounded the suscepti
bilities of the footmen, insulted the docctor, * and
trampled on the inmost corns of the nurse. It
was surprising what a change appeared in the
campaigner’s conduct, how little in former days
‘Colonel Newcome had known her.’ The power
of self-control vanishes with the motive for it;
but the mask is not wholly dropped till the fam
ily reverses, when she stands revealed a furious
scold, a grovelling schemer, an avaricious cheat,
who charges her own vices upon gravity and hon
or.
The editor of a country paper, having been taken
to task by a female correspondent for noticing Dr.
Hall’s recipe to prevent ladies from talcing cold,
viz: “to keep the mouth shut"—hits back as fol
lows :
“ We never could make ourselves popular with
; old maids. Do what we would squeeze ’em be
hind the door, which they dearly love—flatter
’em on the sofa—dance with *em at parties—take
! ’em to sleigh rides, and treat ’em to ice cream,
: oysters, ‘ kisses’ — in short attend ever so gallant
to all their wants save making them a direct offer
. ftn d the moment our back was turned they would
■ turn to and show their teeth (false ones, of course.)
i Well, hope deferred maketh the heart sick, and
we can’t blame ’em.”
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“ Your religion serves you only as an excuse for your
faults, but is uo incentive to your virtue.”— Fielding.
HOW very few of those who make professions
of religion live according to its precepts and
up to its requirements. Here and there, at wide
intervals, do we find one who- breathes that rich
aroma of true piety which exerts a most salutary
influence upon all around. The great multitude
are wanting in all the attributes of a holy life, but
the talk, and often even in that, when there is no
special restraint on their feelings. Very many
of those who say, “ Lord, Lord/’ would not enter
the kingdom of Heaven, if tried by human judg
ment ; how, then, can they stand when tried by
a Judge who cannot look upon sin with the least
degree of allowance ?
We need not raise the veil with the finger of
a cynic, or look upon what it covers with the eye
of a scoffer, to see that much of what appears in
religion, as in everything else, is false. Many whom
epitaphs or obituary notices will declare to have
lived lives beautiful from their purity and deep
toned piety, will be found inconsistent, if not
hypocritical. Even that portion of their walk
and conversation which may be seen of all men,
does not always harmonize well with the profes
sions of the mouth. The Minister of the Gospel
assures us on Sunday that all the treasures of
earth are valueless when compared with the
riches of salvation ; that one moment spent with
a quiet conscience, under the approving smiles of
God, is preferable to all the joys of the world,
and that all that can be accumulated of goodly
things for this life should be disregarded until
the “pearl of great price” has been attained.,. All
this sounds very well, and his lips pronounce
them with an air of sincerity, as if such senti
ments controlled his every action; yet, on the
morrow you will perhaps find him as eager in the
pursuit of wealth as any poor goat of all his flock,
as absorbed in speculations and as anxious to
heap up What, in his impassioned flights of elo
quence, he stigmatized as filthy lucre. Analyze his
motives as they are spoken forth in his actions,
and you will find that the love of money has com
bined largely with the love of souls in sending
him to the Desk.
An agent (paid by a per centage, of course,)
holds forth eloquently in behalf of some benevo
lent enterprise which has its field of operations
in some far-off land. He dwells touchingly upon
the destitute and benighted condition of the poor
heathen who are bowing down to stocks and
stones. The heart of that old gentleman of florid
visage, adorned with gold-rimmed spectacles, is
moved, and before the meeting closes, liis name
heads a subscription list with a liberal donation,
which, it is hoped, will prove an inciting example
to all the household of faith. The next day he
brow-beats his seamstress out of half her wages,
quarrels with his butcher for an hour about the
rise of half-a-cent in the price of beef, and shuts
his door upon a poor, shivering, hungered child
of want who craves his charity; yet, his fame is
in all the churches as a man of great benevolence.
There is a lady whom the world agrees in pro
nouncing a model of excellence in every Chris
tian virtue. Her name appears conspicuously in
all the fashionable charities of the day. Suffer
ing, wherever and in whomever it may exist, is
considered a passport to her notice and a claim
upon her benevolence. Society, which is never
too ready to acknowledge piety, cannot find the
smallest fleck on the purity of her character.
But enter the adytum of her domestic circle, and
you will learn that the appearance and reality
are widely different. She displays her religion
as proudly as the peacock spreads liis gaudy
plumage, and calls all her neighbors to admire
its beauty, but she does not give it a living exem
plification. At home she is the torment of her
husband, a tyrant to her servants and a fright to
her children. That undisturbed serenity of joy
which a Christian wife and mother ought to shed
on all her household, is unknown there. Her
slender of goodness is expended in outward
show, and she has none for those occasions when
it is most required.
It is a lamentable fact, that too much of the re
ligion’of our day is like that of the Pharisees—
designed to attract admiration, but unknown in
its sanctifying influence upon the lives of its pro
fessors. Multitudes never think of it only when
within the walls of a church, and even then, their
attention is far less engrossed by the holy precepts
of the Gospel than by the dress and personal ap
pearance of others of the congregation. The
solemn admonitions from the pulpit they very
considerately pass over to the poor, miserable
sinners who “ sit in darkness.” That they have
professed religion, gives to many a pretext for
thinking very pityingly of those “who are as
good by nature, and perhaps far better by prac
tice,” than themselves.
Little troubles and not great misfortunes are
the chief sources of human misery. All mankind
confess themselves to be unhappy ; yet, very few
are the victims of calamity and sudden reverses
of fortune. Now and then we hear of someone
who has- been stricken down by an unexpected
blow, or oppressed by the weight of some monster
grief, and our hearts melt with pity at a contem
plation of their sorrows; but these are exceptional
cases, with which we seldom meet. Men are
worn out by those trifling harrassments and vex
ations, which seldom rise into sufficient impor
tance to be mentioned. Thackeray says:
4 The ‘little ills of life are the hardest to bear, as
we all very well know. What would the posses
sion of a hundred thousand a-year, or fame and
the applause of one’s countrymen, or the loveliest
and the best-beloved woman—of any glory, and
happiness, or good fortune—avail to a gentleman,
for instance, who was allowed to enjoy them only
with the condition of wearing a shoe with a couple
of nails or sharp pebbles inside it ? All fame and
happiness would disappear, and plunge down that
shoe. All life would rankle round those little
nails.’
A man can be a fanatic on the subject of relig
ion without possessing any sincere piety, just as’
he can be a furious partisan without knowing the
principles of those whom he follows. Thousands
of those who left their homes in Europe to meet
the Paynim on the plains of Palestine were dis
solute and licentious to the last degree. When
the Roman Hierarchy sought to crush out the
Reformation, she enlisted in her cause crowned
heads, great chieftains, mighty warriors and hosts
of soldiers, who had never exemplified religion
in their lives or felt its influence on their hearts.
When all Christendom was convulsed by religious
wars, not one man in ten of those who were en
gaged in the contest knew the issues for which
they were striving. Jeffrey, a monster of cruelty
who never shrank, from any crime, however ap
palling, lost the favor of an indulgent master
rather than resign a faith which had never ex
erted the slightest control of his actions. Instan
ces like these would induce us to believe that in
matters of religion, as of many other things, the
name is more cared for and more potent than the
reality.
Julia C ,of Lynn, who writes from St. Jos
eph, Mo., says:—
I beg leave to correct the author of “ Every
Thing After Its Kind,” in one particular, regard
ing vegetables. He has certainly never resided
in the country, or ho would have known that one
stalk of corn often bears every variety of corn
planted in the field. I have also often seen per
fect gourds and pumpkins growing on the samo
vine; and every one knows that watermelon and
citron seed being planted together, the fruit will
all be citrons.
MOONBEAMS.
A sparkling gem—extracted from one of the
English periodicals, where it appeared anony
mously:
Over the fluids of thy my. blossom,
Over beds of dewy flowers, ■ f
Now upon the streamlet’s bosom,
Now within the whispering bowers,
Soft-and slow ‘ jj* fii *: *
The moonbeams go W
Wandering on through midnight hours.
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Lightly o’er the crested billow,
Where the heaving waters flow.
Where the sea-bird finds her pillow,
There the glistening moonbeams go—
Soft and slow .
Soft and slow
Ever wandering, soft and slow.
Queen of beauty robed in splendor,
Finds thy silent foot no rest?
Looks thy smile so soft and tender,
Ne’er upon a kindred breast ?
V t Soft and slow
Thy footsteps go,
In their silver sandals dressed.
Queen of beauty; canst thou ever
Thus thy lonely task fulfill?
Sister voices, never, never,
Answering thee from bower or hill ?
. Soft and slow
As winter’s snow,
Fall thy footsteps, cold and still. •
Silent moon! thy smile of beauty
Fainting hope will oft renew ;
Teach me, then, thy holy duty,
Waste and wild to wander through.
Soft and slow,
Still to go,
Patient, meek, but lonely, too.
¥iiat makes the Negro Black.—The
following explanation of this matter, by Dr.
Draper, of New York, is ingenuous, but cannot
be considered satisfactory. This is something
concerning which the wisest would do best to
confess their ignorance, and not waste their brains
in speculative theories which can never be sub
stantiated. Waves from the vast ocean of the
unknown continually beat upon the land of our
knowledge, and when we would seek to learn
their nature, they elude scrutiny: “Human blood
is made up of little cells containing, among other
elements, bcematin, a reddish substance which is
largely made up of iron. One of the duties of
the liver is the removing of the old blood cells
and the forming of new ones, and this duty in
cludes the carrying out from the system of all
excess of biematin. A hot climate disturbs the
normal action of the blood and also of the liver.
Imperfect oxygen attends great heat, and adds to
the darkness of the arterial blood, while by the
want of energetic respiration which it involves,
there is an over-fatness and torpidity of the liver.
The biematin,'therefore, by this inaction of the
great cleaning agent, is left in the system, and
wandering about, takes refuge in the lower and
sperical cells of the cuticle, which it thus bronzes
from orange torney to negro black, according to
the heat of the climate, the inactivity of the liver
and the amount of biematin left as refuse in the
system.
Cold checks the action of the liver equally with
heat, and therefore the complexion of the Esqui
maux approaches that of the Mongolian and Ne
gro. This is certainly a simple and intelligible
explanation. The tendency of coloring matter
to deposit itself in the cuticle is well known.
But let it not be thought that this darkening
process is the result of disordered, in the shape
of an unhealthful, action of the liver. In that case
it would appear that Providence designed only
the temperate zones to be inhabited, and the
wealth of the tropics to be lost to mankind. In
fact, the health and vigor of the tropical tribes
show that all the earth is man’s intended dwelling
place.”
THE true character of a man can bo known
only to the inmates of his own household.
There he has no reason far counterfeiting traits
which he does not possess, or for trying to con
ceal those which elsewhere he would ashamed
to display. Were some men as intolerable to
their families as they are to society, their abode's
would be scenes of the most heart-rending wretch
edness. But some of the most litigous, quarrel
some, over-bearing men are peaceful when at
home, and dispense a cheerful happiness around
their firesides. On the other hand, the witty,
vivacious man of the world, who is the life of every
social gathering, during the brief period that he
remains with his own household, is as gloomy
and morose as if melancholy had marked him for
her own. It is well known that the tippler who
spends hours in boisterous revelry with Ins boon
companions, returns home to his family to heap
upon them all the abuse which his ill nature can
suggest. Such are some of the very different as
pects under which man’s nature presents itself un
der different circumstances. But which are we to
take as an exhibition of his true character ? Ev
idently, that in which least is assumed and least
concealed. No man is a hero to his valet, because
he sees all those foibles and imperfections—those
“dark spots on the sun’s brightness” which are
carefully hidden from the gaze of the world with
out.
A Question of Honor. —The students of Wil
liam College, in Virginia, held a meeting last Sat
urday week to decide whether it should hereafter
be considered dishonorable to give testimony
against delinquents charged by the fatuity with
the destruction of property and violation of Col
lege laws. After a long discussion, the question
was decided in favor of law and order by a vote
of 85 to 75.
That was a move in the right direction. We
have long considered the code of honor among
Students to be tyrannical and one-sided, inas
much as it protects the vicious, and brings no
benefit whatever to the law-abiding. There is a
wide difference—and itjs a difference which boys
should notice more—between betraying a fellow
student and villainous scamp who
does not shrink from perpetrating any act of mal
icious mischief for fun. The one is dishonorable
even in the opinion of old men; the other is
really meritorious.
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g?TAn English naturalist has published a
Manual of Entomology in verse, after the pecul
iar style of Longfellow’s Hiawatha. Here is the
poet’s description of a poetical insect:
Next in order the cockroaches,
Swarming in our cockney kitchens,
In the cupboard, in the pantry,
In the bread pan, in the meat-safe,
Every kind of food'devouring,
Every kind of food defiling,
And most disagreeably smelling,
Greedy gluttons, eating all things,
Hiding always in the daytime,
Hating daylight, hating sunshine,
Up and eating in the night time,
Their antennae long ana tapering,
Long and thin and very thread-like,
Very, very many jointed,
Head b*.nt down between the thorax,
Fore wings large and tough and leathery.
Folding over one another,
Folding over both the hind wings;
These are folded l , too, beneath them,
And all lying on the body ;
Their legs are all alike and simple,
Formed for running, not for leaping.
And their feet are all five-jointed,
Such as cockroaches Blattina.
A Beautiful Comparison.—The sun does not
shine lot* a few trees and flowers, but tor the wide
world’s joy. The lonely pine on the mountain
top waves its sombre boughs and cries, “ lhou art
my sun.” „
And the little meadow violet lifts its cup ol
blue, and whispors with its perfumed breath, (hou
art my sun.” And the grain in a thousand holds
rustles in the wind, and makes answer, non
art my sun.” „ _ , „
So God sits in heaven, not for a favored few,
but for the universe of life; and there is no crea
ture so poor or so low that he may not look up
with ©inld-lik© confidence and say> M-y rather,
thou art wine.”
Girard College in Philadelphia contains 355 pu
i pils, all of whom are orphans.
“ Ned has run away with your wife,” said one
friend to another. “Is it possible ? I truly pity
his mishap.” ■ ,
The first daily newspaper printed in Virginia
was m 1 1 80, and the subscription price was SSO
per annum.
mUiU+ on . i! 6 the newly appointed
an j xr *’ resident at Washington from Sweden
and Norway, arrived in the Persia.
of si 4'lo w?,° n5C u e H >r^ tion in Mei phis, the sum
Mount Jr C °^ ected in aid of the purchase of
Mount \ ernon, of Washington.
and There are now 50 petitions before the British
House of Commons signed by nearly 20,000 per
sons, for the adoption of universal suffrage 1
The Rev. Francis Wayland, D. D., of Provi
dcncc h. 1., has a work in press, entitled “Sermons
to the Churches, which will appear early in the
autumn.
The French Government has appropriated SBO,-
000 to Prof. Morse, for the use of his telegraphic
instrument—the other European Governments pay
a portion of this sum.
Accounts from Rome mention that the state of
the Pope’s health is causing anxiety, and that his
medical attendant has been compelled to resort
to active depletory remedies.
A man who has a fixed purpose to which he
devotes his powers is invulnerable. Like the
rock in the sea, it splits the troubles of life, and
they eddy round him in idle foam.
Mr. Charles Clark, residing eight miles below
Montgomery, Ala., was recently assassinated at
night in his bod. Suspicion rests on some of his
relatives with whom he had trouble.
The Quakers of England offer £l5O in two prizes
to the successful authors of two essays in which
the causes shall be best set foi'th of tlie decline of
numbers experienced by the society.
There are no women now-a-days. Instead of
women we have towering edifices of silk, lace and
flowers.— Punch.
All well, Mr. Punch, if you ransackoneof these
edifices thoroughly, we guess you will find a wo
man somewhere about. —Louisville Journal.
A man attempted to get married to a woman
at Racliine, Wis., the other day, but as he con
fessed that he had a wife living in Michigan, he
found that it was no go. Not to be behindhand,
the woman acknowledged to the fact of having a
husband living in Indiana.
The Frog Market. —Frogs are now a regularly
quoted article in the New York market. The last
report reads “frogs are in demand, and sell for
one dollar per dozen. These are fast becoming
a favorite dish, and the demand for them is be
coming constantly greater.”.
The highest honor in the gift of the University
of Cambridge, England, that of “ Senior Wran
gler,” has been conferred upon Morris Birbeck
Pell, son of Gilbert T. Pell, of New York. It is
the only instance in which this high academic
distinction has been bestowed upon an Ameri
can.
u Thc Way the Money Goes.” —The cost of a 13
inch shell, as it flies through the air, is £2 10s.
At each explosion there goes two guineas, bang!
The estimated cost of firing a 3G-inch bomb, is
nearly £3O. These figures afford some idea of
the’ “shelling out” which is necessitated by war
fare.
In agriculture, it was once the practice to take
ancient customs as an infallible guide; nothing
was then doubted, nothing investigated, and con
sequently nothing improved. Now it is the prin
ciple to do nothing without a reason—every thing
therefore is investigated, and consequently, every
thing is improved.
“You see, grandmamma, we perforate an aper
ture in the apex, and a corresponding aperture in
the base ; and by applying the egg to the lips,
and forcibly inhaling the breath, the shell is en
tirely discharged of its contents.” “ Bless my
soul,” cried the old lady, “ what wonderful im
provements they do make! Now in my young
days we just made a hole in each end, and
sucked.”
“If you ever think of marrying a widow, my
son,” said an anxious parent to his heir, “select
one whose first husband was hung; that is the
only way to prevent her throwing his memory in
your face, and making annoying comparisons.”
“Even that won’t prevent it, exclaimed a crus
ty old bachelor, “she’ll then praise him, and
say hanging would be too good for you.”
If the architect of a house had one plan, and
the contractor had another, what conflicts would
there be! llow many walls would have to come
down, how many doors and windows would have
to be altered before the two could harmonise!
Os the building of life, God is the architect, and
man is the contractor. God has one plan and
man has another. Is it strange that there are
clashings and collisions?
Agassiz and Napoleon. —Notwithstanding the lib
eral offers made by the French Emperor to Prof.
Agassiz, he has determined, it is said, to remain
in America. It is not true that he is going to
France to take the Emperor’s offer in considera
tion. lie does not feel able to leave his engross
ing studies even long enough to make a visit to
his aged mother in Switzerland.
Frauds oh the Postoffice. —Since Monday morning
last over forty suspicious packages, purport ing each
to be “one newspaper,” have been overhauled
by the clerk at our postoffice here, and found to
contain contraband matter. Collar paterns, In
dian moccasins, baby dresses, gloves, daguerreo
types, letters and every conceivable thing which
could be wrapped in a paper so as to avoid letter
postage. The postage assessed on these parcels
amounted to about fifty dollars.— -St. Paul Minnc
sotlan.
In the early part of the American War Frank
lin went to Paris, in hopes of obtaining pecuniary
resources from France. For some time he was
unsuccessful, and being present at a large party,
a gentleman observed,
“It must be owned, Sir, that America now ex
hibits to us a grand and magnificent spectacle!”
“ Truly,” replied the doctor, dryly; “ but the
spectators do not pay!”
A lady in Boston suggests a cure for connubial
infatuation. She proposes that young men and
women be set up in housekeeping before they are
allowed to be engaged ; that the young woman
shall wash and mend, and dust, and that anew
born infant be procured from the hospital, and
that she have the charge of it in addition to the
rest of her duties. She is of opinion that this pro
cess would “ disenchant” the young couple.
LoNGEviTv of a Canary-kird.—A few days
since, a canary-bird belonging to a lady in Brook
lyn died at the advanced age of twenty-six years.
For one year previous to his death, he had been
totally blind, and for several years had exhibited
other evidences of advanced years—such as ema
ciated limbs, a bald head, and feathers bleached
almost white. Up to the last, he managed to help
himself to soft food, and would occasionally sing.
Charles Dickens, the author, who did not like
the moral habits of some of our country-men, has
just given the English world the opportunity to
scan his own. Charles has had a taste for private
theatricals, which threw him into frequent inter
course with a Miss Ternan, an actress of celebri
ty. Ilis attentions becoming something more
than was required by fictitious passions, Mr. Dick
ens rebelled, and a separation between her and
Mr. Dickens has occurred. The affair has caused
a great deal of scandal.
Many people do not put out fruit and orna
mental trees, for the reason, as they give it, that
they shall never enjoy the product. And yet
these people do not expect to die!
Are there not many of our readers who can say
to themselves, “ If I had put out trees ten years
ago, both fruit and ornamental, how valuable and
beautiful they would now have been.” Such will
look over the grounds of some neighbor and ad
mire his work. A few days’ work each season,
would have made their own as much so.— Chief.
A gentleman, wishing to bo considered a pei
fect phraseologist and gallant, had occasion to ask
a lady one evening tp hand him the snuffers, and
thus addressed her:
“ Will your ladyship, by an unmerited and un
deserved condescensioa of your infinite goodness,
please to extend to your most obsequious, devoted
and very humble servant, that pair of ignopot ex
asperators, in order that the refulgent brightness
of that nocturnal luminary may dazzle the vision
of our ocular optics more potently.”
There’s not a heath, however, rude,
But some littleflower
To brighten up its solitude, ‘* J *
And scent the evening hour.
There’s not a scart, however cast
By grief or sorrow down,
But hath some memory of the past
To love and call its own.
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SONG OF THE SOUTH.
BY GILMORE SIMMS. (
Oh ! the South, the sunny, sunny South—
Land of true feeling, land forever mine ;
I drink the kisses of her rosy mouth,
And my heart swells as with a draught of wine ;
She brings me blessings of maternal love;
I have her smile which hallows all my toil;
voice persuades, her generous smiles approve,
She sings me from the sky, and from the soil!
Ob ■, by her lonely pines that wave and sigh—
Oh! by her myriad flowers, that bloom and fade—
By all the thousand beauties of her sky,
And t solace ol her forest shade;
She’s mine—she’s ever mine;
nr , or ' v *B I aught resign,
’ what she gives mo, mortal or divine;
Will sooner part
Will rU 1 \ ite h°Pe, heart—
W ill die—before I fly;
. Oh ! Love is her’s; such love as ever <dows
m ln if n S f Wh , ere lea P s aftection’slivfn Aide
She is a l fondness to her friends; to fees
She glows a thing of passion, strength and pride-
She feels no tremors when the dan-cFs iffh ■ ’
But the fight over, and the victory won ° ’
llow, with strange fondness, turns her loving eve
In tearful welcome on each gallant son’ ‘
Oh! by her virtues of the cherished past—
By all her hopes of what the future brings
I glory that my lot with her is cast,
And my soul flushes, and exulting sings;
She’s mine—she’s ever mine;
For her will I resign
All precious things—all placed upon shrine;
Will freely part
Witlf life, hope, heart-
Will die—do aught but ily!
An Afflicted People.—God’s children are like
stars, that shine brightest in the darkest night;
like torches, that are the better for boating; like
grapes, that corne not to the proof till they come
to the press; like trees, that drive down their
roots further, and grasp the earth tighter, by rea
son of the storm ; like vines, that grow the bet
ter for bleeding; like gold, that looks the better
for scouring; like glow-worms, that shine best in
thejdark; like juniper, that smells sweetest in the
fire; like the pomander, which becomes more
fragrant for chafing; like the palm-tree, which
proves the better for preserving; like the cha
momile which spreads the more as you tread upon
it.
Chiseling.—A writer in the Home Journal thinks
that mental activity tends to keep the body young:
“We were speaking of a handsome man the
other evening, and 1 was wondering why K
had so lost the beauty for which, five years ago
he was so famous. Oh it’s because he never did
anything, said B ,he never worked, thought,
or suffered. You must have the mind chiseling
away at the features if you want handsome middle
aged men. Since hearing that remark, I have
been on the watch at the theatere, opera, and
other places, to see whether it is generally true —
and it is. A handsome man, who does nothing
but drink, grows flabby, and the fine lines of his
features are lost; but the. hard thinker has an
admirable sculptor at work, keeping his fine lines
in repair and constantly going over his face to
improve the original design.”
Death will give many a one a rich inheritance.
There are domains which shall be rich in light
and bloom when the fields of earth are wasting
to smile no more forever. Faith hath its anchors
flung out into still waters, while the earth-craft
tosses in storm for a brief day.
“I am poor on earth, but blessed be God, I
shall bo rich in heaven—joint heir with the Re
deemer to all his bliss.” The dull eye of the old
man burned with the soul’s unwavering fires, and
the light of a more perfect day slowed upon his
wrinkled countenance. The dazzling white of
the angels shone thro’ his garments. “ I have
not tried to accumulate gold,” continued the old
Christian, “ for riches leave the soul poor. I have
aimed to live achirstian and to do good to others.
To know that my Redeemer liveth, is a wealth
which the fever-cursed riches of a universe could
not buy. Oh! lam rich I”— Chief.
To Prevent Flies from Teasing Horses.—The
, following recipe I have used for several seasons,
; and have proved its efficacy. As the season of
flies is near at hand, at least in this section, it may
be useful to your readers. Take two or three
small handsful of walnut leaves, upon which pour
two or three or more quarts of soft cold water; let
it infuse one night and pour the whole next morn
ing into a kettle, and let it boil for a quarter of
an hour. When cold it will be fit for use.
more is required than tomoisten a sponge, and,
before the horse goes out of the stable, let those
parts which are the most irritable be smeared over
with the liquor, viz : between and upon the ears,
the neck, the flank, etc. Not only the lady or
gentleman who rides out for pleasure will derive
a benefit from the leavesithus prepared, but the
coachman, the wagoner, and all others who use
horses, during the hot months. —Prairie Farmer.
A Woman’s Answer.—A celebrated infidel hav
ing spoken to a company of ladies, without mak
ing any converts to his sentiments, attempted to
revenge himself Dy saying, “ Pardon my error, la
dies, 1 did not imagine that in a house where wit
vies with grace, I alone cliould have the honor of
not believing in God.” “ You are not alone, sir,”
answered the mistress of the house, “my horses,
my dog, my cat, share this honor with you—only
those poor brutes have the good sense not to boast
of it.”
This reminds us of what occurred a few years
ago on a steamboat, on one of our western rivers
A thing, in the shape of a man, was glorying in
his atheism, avowing that the present life was all
of a man; that he had no soul and no hereafter.
“ And so you say you have no soul,” asked a gen
tleman in the group, evidently designing to rea
son with him on the subjeet. “ No,” replied the
atheist, “ not a whit more than a pig.” The gen
tleman was about to enter on an argument
with him, when an elderly Scotch lady spoke up
smartly, “ Sir, I hope you will not spend your,
breath reasoning wi’ the creature; by hisain con
fession, he has nae mair soul than a pig; and ye
wad nae argue with a pig.”
Cultivating Plants while Dew is On.
Messrs. Editors: At least fifteen years ago, I no
ticed a plot of cabbages, of which the large, firm
heads I could not account for, from anything ap
parent in the soil. On asking the owner how he
made from such a soil so fine and uniform a crop,
I found his secret was that “ he hoed them while
the dew was on.” He thought that in this he
watered them, but of course the good resulted
more from the ammonia than the moisture of the
dew.
I adopted the practice the year following, and
with the result was so well satisfied that I have
since continued and recommended it to others.
In my “Gardening for the South,”published two
years since, you will find (page 163) “they (the
cabbage tribe) especially like to have the soil
about them thoroughly worked while the dew is
on them. There will be a very great difference
between the growth of two plots of cabbages,
treated in other respects alike, one of which shall
be hoed at sunrise and the other at midday; the
growth of the former will surprisingly exceed .
that of the’ latter.”
A story in point some time since went the
round of the agricultural press, of which the sub
stance is as follows: A small plot of ground was
divided equally between the hired lad of a farmer
and his son, the proceeds of its culture to be their
own. They planted it with corn, and a bet waa
made by them as to which should make the best
crop. At harvest the son came out some quarts
behind. He could not understand the reason, as
he had hoed his twice a week until laid by, while
he had not seen the hired lad cultivate his plot at
all, and yet the latter had gained the wager. It
turned out the winner’s crop had been hoed
quite as frequently, but before his rival was up in
the morning. Providence, it seems, follows the hoe
of the early riser with a special and increased reward.
But there are exceptions. Cultivating while
the dew is on, manifestly benefits such gross feed
ers as cabbage and corn, but there are plants very
impatient of being disturbed while wet. The
common garden snap and running beans are ex
amples; and if worked while wet, even with dew,
the pores of the leaves seem to become stopped,
and the whole plant is apt to rust and become
greatly injured. Whether the Lima beans and
other legumes are as impatient of being hoe m
the dew, I have not ascertained. Experiment*
should, however, be tried the coming aeason on
all hoed crops. Wm. % White
Athens, Ga. —Country Gentleman .