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LITERARY ffippeipmtt djntsiul^r. PENPIELD, GEORGIA. L. LINCOLN Editor. THURSDAY MORNING, JULY 1,1858. r ■,, ■ - - . . ~~= 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. I I 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.” ’ / - # ** “ 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. • „vWLte 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. <■• 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. ■ ■■ - - 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 .