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TEMPI! IHM CRUSADER.
PKNFIETA), GEORGIA.
Thursday Morning, July 29, 1858.
tbe City of Atlanta.
Asa native Georgian, thoroughly identified with the
interests and internal improvements of our noble State,
we desire to notice the present condition and future
prospects of this flourishing young city. We have re
cently visited it; and while contemplating its progress
ive prospects, and the reat moral and physical im
provements which it hag undergone within theiast year
or go wo were filled with pride and astonishment. It
has been but a very few years since there was not even
the shadow of a city, in embryo, where Atlanta now
Btands: nothing was there save a few temporary hov
g* and a cross-road grogshop ; but in process ot time,
i’ ad jfdjects began to point in that direction, and
began to move thither and locate, notwithstand
ing iceeding improbability that there would ever
be°mudi of a town there. The* improvement of pri
vate lots was prosecuted without regard toorder, or the
thought J a large city, and hence originates the lam
entable | systematic arrangement in its geogra
phy. But it was destined to be a large town; and even
more: it was destined to be a large city, and we think
it now promises to become the largest and most popu
lous in the State. Its population, now, amounts to
some ten or twelve thousand; and if the increase con
tinues with its present arithmetical ratio, it will be
tliribbled within the next decade. Indeed, that fact was
recently predicted by one of our wisest men, a Judge ot
the Court of Appeals. The -c are, at this time, between
twenty and thirty new buildi., gs in process of comple
tion—all going up at one and the same time. The de
mand for houses is insatiable, and town property is run
ning up to high-water mark. The spirit of intei
na.l improvement is thoroughly aroused, ana the whole
city is noisy with the hum of busy labor. Ihe carpen
ter’s hammer, mason’s trowel and stirring cartmencre
ate an efernal din, whose everlasting clattering upon
the ear almost confuses the brain. There is every evi
dence conceivable, that Atlanta will soon become the
largest city, without an exception, in Georgia. Indeed,
there is nothing to keep it back. It has a central loca
tion, and is the converging point of four principal rail
roads, by means of which it is accessible to all parts of
tb*> “Oa . In location, it possesses, in an eminent
d> -y commercial facility save maritime, and
we ouished at seeing the many public works,
and iir miso amount of business carried on in its
marts. They have one or more very extensive engine
shops, where every species of work, pertaining to rail
road engines, are executed; and the rolling mill, which
has been on foot some time, is now in rapid process of
completion. It is in the hands of men who are finan
cially able to carry it on; and when it is finished, it
will be a valuable addition to the city. The largest
iron foundry in the State, perhaps, is Located there: wc
allude to that of W inship & Cos.; they cast iron ore
; i almost every conceivable shape, and to a stranger
visitor like oursell. some of their moulding feats are al
most incredible. Mr. Isaac Winship showed us a
wheel 9 feet in diameter —also, an enormous piazza pil
lar, which he had just cast, both of which were truly
astonishing. We believe they operate every day in the
week, and we would cheerfully recommend this foun
dry to every per so who has casting to be done. Close
by is an extensive machine shop, which is equally as
gre.i a heatre ior wonderful feats as the foundry: pla
ning, jointing boring mortising, and all the work ne-
eess.ily o prepare lumber for putting up a building, we
find going on there, in a miraculous manner, by niachi
mry-. *n rw-: > rortlt the greatest exhibitions of median-
Uj ‘ -i .ve ever seen. Near the machine shop
an -ens‘ e orks. try which the city is supplied
w ‘ • ■ vr. Atlanta haS no cotton factories
,s • i- wing agitated; and if they
11 • liu the public spirit of the place thor
oii Ji* >’ and upon t hat subject, they will soon have a
factory Fne Medical.Ollegc.is a prominent institu
tion oi the city, and its reputation is filling the South
ern country. Its professorships are filled with men of
anility; and its class of students are perhaps the lar
gest in t 1 : State, and they are young men of dignity,
experience and mature minds. The city is supplied
with lour large, commodious hotels, all of which, we
learn, are well kept.
Tlie charge of a--fen m-ged
against Atlanta, and we expected to find it crowded
with filthy drunkards, thieves and murderers, but our
observation convinced us that the charge is unjust. We
failed to see any drunken men, and were informed, by
good authority, that they are seldom ever seen there.
There may be thieves and murderers in the place, so far
as any one knows; hut since the execution of Crocket,
there has been no evidence of their presence; and it is
rather to be wondered at, that there are not more of
such pests infesting the place lhan there are, for (he
railroads leading to and from all parts of the coun
try, would naturally suggest it to thieves as being a
find point where they would have a showing at trav
elers; but the city has, now, an active and diligent po
lice, who are always prompt in suppressing crime of
every species. What, (hen, are the evidences of the
great immorality of the place ? Facts give us altogeth
er a contrary character for it. It has thirteen flour ish
ingchurches—all supplied with able pastors, and each
boasts of a large congregation. Isn’t that a glorious
comment upon its morality?
As to the business of the city, the amount is incalcu
lable. It is certainly one of the best and cheapest mar
kets for groceries and ary goods we have ever seen in
Georgia; and though we are wholly unable to see or
explain the reason of its cheapness as a market for ei
ther of these commodities, it is nevertheless true. Pro
visions of all kinds arc sold there at remarkably low pri
ces. Asa citizen of Georgia, we are proud that there
is such a city as Atlanta in the State; and we mark its
rapid physical growth, as well as its moral improve
ment, with feelings of pleasure. It has numberless no
ble, talented and generous-hearted citizens, who would
give an elevated tone to the character ofany place. All
its citizens are energetic, industrious, working men;
and its female population embraces a great many as no
ble specimens of female character, as are to be found in
the Southern country. Let its citizens remember their
obligations to each other —to society and their munici
pal statutes, and cultivate a sound morality in their
midst, and their flourishing city will soon become, we
opine, the metropolis of the State.
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• Jgf-Out of a number of rich incidents related by our
Augusta correspondent, in his letter of last week, the
following was one. It should have appeared with the
balance, but was unavoidably crowded out. It has not
hurt any by lying over:
“THE PLATE OF GREENS.”
In the daysof“auldlang sync,” the “ good old times”
some ill v years ago, when honesty was popular and
luxury unknown among the “honest yeomanry” oi
the country, there lived in one of the counties border
ing on the Savannah River, one farmer Sedgings who
was somewhat of a wag. Happening one day, while on
a hunting excursion, to feel inclined to satiate his ap
petite with the “substantials of life,” he reined up his
steed at a homely country mansion embowered utnid
tall clustering oaks. A little bright-eyed, bare-footed
lad of some 7or H winters came out and carried his
hoisetothe “pen.” On entering the house—rudely I
constructed of pine logs—he was very politely asked to 1
take a seat, and the landlord immediately rolled out a ;
huge pumpkin—chairs being unfashionable—for his j
convenience. In a few minutes the dimer-table—made
of two wide boards resting upon two benches—was pre
pared for the reception of corn-bread, butter-milk and
potatoes. Our wagrnsh friend watched, very keenly,
a lar-'C dish containing about hall a bushel of “ biled
collaits. with a pioeo ot bacon ol an almost impercep
tible size perched in the middle, and as it was placed in
the centre of the table, began to pull off his coat. The
host inquired the cause of this very strange con- I
duct. . Our waggish friend, with iinperturable gravity, |
po : £ ■/,/'/. r m gwhie to swim that ocean of
j “ ‘ “ small ist.uirl of “ bacon.” Our
*"*’ ; ii • •. iii.se of its di mini live size, that
whV If| ‘ ‘ U “‘ * W:ine ” of the moon, and
w u... pu -d ... .jic ilinos; waned away into noth
ingness
to somebody tJat°could•” UW ’ J “ kc ° P 80 1 told um
mm babi l s bo small that they can creep
can walk imo R nni ee; but the ‘^ ay inwhich some adults
can walk into such measures, is astonishing.
Old Bachelors.
If our Maker thought it wrong for Adam to live sin
gle, when there was not a woman upon earth, how
criminally guilty are old bachelors, with the world full
of pretty girls.
So says an exchange. Ever since the days of Adam
old bachelors have been the butt for everybody’s ridi
cule. We protest against it. There is a vast differ
ence between Adam and.the old bachelors of our day.
Adam could afford to marry—many bachelors nowa
days cannot. What with crinoline, five hundred dollar
shawls, diamond bracelets and pin money, it is no small
undertaking at this age oi the world. Eve had no choice
—it was Adam or nobody. She had no chance to get
up a flirtation, for there was no one to flirt with. See
ing no other means of tantalizing her husband —a femi
nine peculiarity from that day to this—sh& got him into
a scrape by eating the forbidden fruit. “ Old bachelors
are criminally guilty,” are they? Give “old bache
lors” the same chance Adam had, and our word for it
a majority of them will put on matrimony in uo time.—
Sac. News.
Wc arc of the opinion that Adam’s chance was deci
dedly worse than that of any bachelor who has ever
lived since his day; for there being no other woman be
sides Eve, he had to take her or nobody ; and hence, it
looks like he was forced into it. We all know that the
human mind is disposed to protest against coercion in
anything, and especially- matrimony. Pick out the
most beautiful and accomplished lassie in the land, and
if you attempt to compel a young “lothario ” to marry
her, in nine cases out of ten, he will contemn her. It
is a matter in which we all like to exercise our own vo
lition ; but it seems that Adam was debarred that priv
ilege; hence, to talk about “having his chance” is ra
ther a miscarriage. Every crusty old bachelor in the
country has a thousand times better chance than Adam
ever did; and for their criminality in not improving
their golden opportunities and living like folks, we pro
nounce them the most “ vagabondish” species of hu
manity in the whole country. They shouldn’t hint
at female extravagance, when it is nothing to compare,
in extent, to that of the opposite sex.
are pleased to see the following statement,
which we find in the N. W. Home Journal:
John B. Gough. —We are not a little gratified to
know that the controversy pending in the courts of Great
Britain between Mr. Gough and Dr. Lees, has been
brought to a happy termination. The case, as our
readers recollect, was an action of libel, brought by Mr.
G. against. Dr. Lees. The affair has been the source of
much feeling on the part of the friends of both gentle
men, and all will rejoice to know that Mr. Gough de
nies, under oath, that he has ever used opium or spirits
of any kind for years. Dr. Lees has withdrawn his
statements and charges, and we trust the two can now
work side by side.
(food !
The Fayetteville (Tenn.) Journal states that a lady
in a neighboring county has urged anew and novel
reason for a divorce lrom her husband. In her petition
to the Court, the following language is employed :
Complainant further charges that, as she is informed,
the defendant (her husband) is now in Cheatham coun
ty, and has recently opened a grocery or retail shop in
Ashland, and that no man who wiil condescend to sell
mean whiskey by the drink, has soul enough to entitle
him to the enjoyment of the warm affections of a confi
ding wife.
Would to God every woman in the United States pos
sessed the same mind and entertained the same senti
ments upon the traffic, with this heroic complainant.
She’s a noble specimen, and a model for imitation. Let
her have the divorce, for that one complaint is valid
ground for application. No man who retails mean
whiskey to his fellow-creatures, is worthy of a woman’s
confidence or affections.
Beer vs. Wine.
A letter from Paris, June 24. says the wholesale wine
merchants at Bercy cannot even yet make up their minds
to lower their pretensions, although the public appear
to have deserted them to a degree unparralleled at any
former period in the country :
“The change which has come over the habits of the
people in this respect is most remarkable. You may
now walk up the bouieyards, or along the front of the
cases outside the barrier, and you will hardly see an in
dividual drinking wine. Tout le monde bourgeois, and
ouvnier alike, are sitting with their ‘jugs of beer’ before
them, like so many German students. John Barleycorn
has for the moment fairly vanquished the god oi wine,
and reigns supreme. There is not a case or restaurant
in all Paris which does not announce, in large letters,
that ‘English beer,’ ‘Bavariah beer,’ and half a doxen
other species of ‘malt,’ are to be found upon the premi
ses. The heat recently rose here to 9.3 J degrees, and
the consumption of malt liquor during its continuance
has been somewhat enormous. The brewers proved
wholly unequal to supply the demand, notwithstanding
the vast increase which has taken place in these estab
lishments during the last two or three years; and as to
that lavorite Parisian lianor, at all times in so much re
quest vclcpcd Oiere blanche, a man might ramble all
over Paris before lighting on a stay bottle undisposed
of.”
Tlie Liqisior Traffic.
The Corner Stone of the 13th makes a statement in
the following short article, which shows some of the
fruits of the late revival in Columbus, in correcting one
oltbe most demoralising evils of the day—and that too
in the happiest possible manner, one above dispute and
prke:
Our correspondent “InkStany,” is we think, unnec
essarily wasting his strength upon the discussion of the
“Liquor traffic.” There is no subject which lias been
more thoroughly discussed in Georgia than that. The
experience of other sections of the country, and indeed
of the whole word, has proven the utter (utility of the
attempt to make people moral by the force of law. The
events of the past few months in this and other places
have proven how easy it is to do it without law. We
understand that drinking establishments in this city
whose receipts have averaged generally from S3O to SSO
per day, have within the last few weeks been reduced
to $5. If the people will continue this course, they will
soon die out.
The Address of ft Lady’s Skull to tlie Fair.
Blush not, ye fair, to own me—but be wise.
Nor turn from sad mortality your eyes;
Fame says (and fame alone can tell how true,)
I once was lovely and beloved like you.
Where are my vot’ries, where my ftatt’rers now ?
Fled with the subjects of each lover’s vow.
Adieu the roses red and lilies white;
Adieu those eyes that made the darkness light;
No more, alas! the coral lips are seen,
Nor longer breathes the tragrant gale between ;
Turn from your mirror, and behold in me,
At once what thousands can’t or dare not see.
Unvarnished I the real truth impart,
Nor here am placed but to direct the heart.
Survey me well,-ye fair ones! and believe
The grave may terrify, but can’t deceive;
On beauty’s fragile state no more depend,
Here youth and pleasure, age and sorrow, end :
Here drops the mask, here shuts the final scene,
Nor differs grave threescore from gay fifteen,
Where wrinkled Laura envies Chloe’s bloom ;
All press alike to the same goal—the tomb.
When coxcombs flatter, and when fools adore,
Here learn this lesson—to be vain no more :
Yet virtue still against decay can arm,
! And even lend mortality a charm.
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Applicable lo itcwPocn* and Poetesses.
The Boston rost speaks verv knowingly of the man
ner in which Rarey-fication, and all manner of success
are followed by troups of imitators, and it is as true of
poets as of pianists, horse-tamers and dancers. But
thus runs the exegesis : “It really seems as if the toes
ot supply followed on the heels of demand. No matter
how extt aordmary, toall appearance, may be a-certuin
class of performances, and although it scents as if a par
ticular performer must necessarily have a monopoly of
his art. so novel and wonderful in his execution—yet
the success of one seems to bring forth immediately a
crowd of similar artists, many ot whom surpass their
predecessor. Professor Rislcy and his boys did almost
impossible things, and yet it was not. wore than a twelve
month alter ltisley’s succes in Europe, that almost ev
ery circus in the country had a man on his back and
two boys in the air, executing Risley’s feats with nearly
equal freedom, daring and elegance. On the violin,
Herr Schmidt was at once considered a wonder, but af
ter him came llcrwig, Bull, Artnt, Sullion and Vieux-
j temps. Ihe rage lor piano-forte playing in public, pro
duced any quantity ot performers in almost no time,
and now there are .hundreds of ‘eminent pianists’ all
over the world, of both sexes, nearly or quite equal in
most respects to the names of the world-wide celebrity
a few years ago. And, as if to show the non-essen
tialness of time and experience in all this difficulty,
when there is a demand or a rage for anything, we have
boy pianists and boy violinists of really wonderiul skill,
power and tasto. But, amid all this imitative faculty,
or at least, similarity of development in the various
arts, true genius is not concealed from the eye of close
criticism. The success of one young lady in sculpture
Khali produce you a dozen female sculptors in a twelve
month, bringing forth works that arc not only credita
ble,, hut wonderful, undor the circumstances; yot a nar
row inspection shall readily determine where the lire of
real genius burns among the whole thirteen. And it is
in dancing, as in music, painting, sculpture and archi
tecture.. The genius of tittraclivcnesss, fascination and
pantomimic power and skill is not to be hidden among
a crowd of mere executants, and the genius of execu
tion also—the accomplished artisticalness—can be dis
tinguished frotn the mere ability to jump and bound,
moving the limbs in all sorts of ways to the sound of
music. ’
Thus it is our daughters leave us
Those we love, and those who love us!
Just when they have learned to help ue,
Conics a youth with flaunting feathers —
With his flute of reeds u stranger
Wanders pipingthrough the village,
Beckons tt the fairest maiden;
And she follows where he leads her,
Leaving all things for the stramrer!
Woman of all God’s gifts the best,
With which complaining man is blest;
A mother, sister, or a wife,
Can quell she stormy scenes of life
Can soothe the heart where e’er wc roam,
And bring contentment to our home.
Kit hates moustaches; sO much hair
Makes every man look like a bear!
But Fanny, who no thought can fetter,
Blurts out, “ The more like bears the better,
Because,” her pretty shoulders shrugging,
“Bears arc such glorious chaps for hugging.”
Good Old Times.
“Uncle Dad Morton,” of VcrmoifFT who tells the fol
lowing story, should possess, in connection with his in
vention, two or three hen-persuaders. Ilis success
would then be complete :
“Them ancestors of our’s did’ntdo nothin’ halfways.
But, there’s an awful failin’ off since them times.
Why, in my time, when I was a boy, things went on
more economical than now. Wc all work’d. My work
was to take care of the hens and chickings, (Dad is fa
mous for his handling the alphabet,) and I’ll tell yer
howl raised ’em. You know I’se a very thinkin’,
child, al’as a thir.kin’ ’cept when I’s asleep. Well it
came to me one night to raise a big lot of chicking
from one hen, and I’ll tell ye how 1 did it. I took an
old whisky barrel and filled it up with fresh eggs and
then put it on the south side of the barn, with some
horse manure around it, and then set an old hen in the
bung hole. The old critter kept her sit tin’ and in three
weeks I heerd a little ‘peep.’ Then I put my ear to the
spigot, when the peeping growed like a swarm of bees.
1 did nt say anything to the folks about the hatching,
tor they and all the time told me I was a fool, but the next
mornin’ I knocked the head out ot the barrel, and cov
ered the barn floor, too deep, all over with little chick
ings. Now, you may laugh as much as you please, but
it’s true.”
A Plump Contradiction.
‘I lie Washington Union, of the Bth instant, has the
following paragraph toughing Gen. Walker, in which,
it will be seen, a plump contradiction is hazarded to an
open declaration made by. Gen. Walker:
Gen. TI ill iam Walker. —This mysterious and inevi
table individual, who seems to be regarded, by a class
of our fellow citizens, as a kind of special Dispensation
and as holding the key to all future progress on the part
of the good people of the United States, appeared again,
a few days ago, at New Orleans, and gravely told his
listeners “that Mr. Buchanan, through his secretary of
War, sent an ambassador to him (Gen. Walker) saying
that if he would forego tjie Nicaragua enterprise and
engage in the service oKVlexico, and while in that ser
vice do some act, such as tearing down the flag ofSpain,
rendering a war between Spain and Mexico inevitable
he (Walker) would receive the support of the adminis
tration.”
it is perhaps, hardly worth while to say that the
President never authorized the Secretary of War, or any
other person, to speak for him to Gen. Walker person
ally, or through an “ambassador,” on the subject re
ferred to ; nor has the Secretary of War held ary con
versation with Gen. Walker, or through an ambassa
dor, speaking for or representing the views of the Pres
ident, or the administration, as declared in the report of
Gen. Walker’s speech. *
To Mothers,
As your sons advance towards manhood, cease as far
as possible meeting their faults with reproof, censure
or ridicule, but let your exterior rather exhibit a loving
interest in them, while in the gentlest manner possible
you win them away from what is wrong, coarse, una
miable, or evil. At this age your power over them for
good will lie mainly in your power to inspire them with
the tenderest filial regard. If you put on a harsh man
ner, you will surely repel, and lose your influence at
a time when more, perhaps, than at any other period in
their lives, they need to be held close to you by cords of
the tenderest affection. Encourage them to give you
their fullest confidence. In their little trials, disap
pointments and strifes, offer them your sympathy, and
lift them above their weakness—not by making them
conscious, to mortificaiion, of their imperfections, but
by inspiring them with true manly sentiments. A wise
loving mother is a young man’s palladium of safety.
The thought of her is a sphere of protection surround
ing him all the day, and keeping his mind pure amid a
thousand allurements to vice. Be very careful to do
nothing that your son'can think oppressive or repel
lant. Oh, let your image ever lie in sunshine on his
heart; so shall your love hold him back in the hour of
temptation with chains of gold.
Tlic Cow P anic.
If the devil hasn’t got into the cows something equally
as terrible has; for nothing is surer than this: milk,
butter and beef arc tabooed at every man’s table in this
neighborhood. It is quite unfortunate that this cow
panic should start in milk-and-peaclies season. For
who don’t love milk and peaches. One of the common
courtesies of the table now is: “do you take cream in
your coffee ? Our cow has recovered; don’t be afraid
of the butter, friends, our cows arc all convalescent.”
This coiv’s sickness has upset everything in this mar
ket. Beef is eschewed—butter that docs’nt come from
the North, goes down no well regulated throat ; and as
for ice-cream, syllabub, and custard, one would as soon
invite his guests to strychnine and arsenic, this may
seem to be exaggerated; but we assure the reader it is
a solemn fact. The cattle disease is very prevalent in
this neighborhood—but few, however die. We nndcr
stand that a little care and prudence soon relieves the
afflicted. Oh ! when shall we taste fresh butter again.
— Fed. Union.
A Beautiful Comparison. —The sun does not shine
for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.
The lonely pine on the mountain top waves its sombre
boughs and cries, “ Thou art my sun.”
And the little violet lifts its cup ol blue, and whispers
with its perfumed breath, “Thou art my sun.”
So God sits in Heaven, not for a favored few, but for
the universe of life : and there is no creature so poor or
so low that he may not look up with child-like confi
dence and say, “My Father, thou art mine.”
Springfield, June 26, 1858.
To Samuel W. Melton, Esq.,
Editor of the I orkville Enquirer :
My young friend: I send with this, a letter from my
friend and Brother, the Rev. Dabney P. Jones, of Geor
gia. There is nothing very specially interesting in the
letter, yet it shows the strong abiding hope of one Tem
perance man in our great cause ; and furnishes me with
the opportunity ot introducing ‘‘Uncle Dabney” to the
people of S. Carolina.
lie is a local Methodist Preacher. lie had the misfor
tune to lose a large portion of lua family by the fever
which prevailed in Coweta County, Georgia, a few
years ago. lie is poor, and yet he has, since ’47, given
himself to the Temperance I fear the people of
Georgia will suffer his property to he sold for debt. It
surely is their duty to relieve him.
He is a character calculated to make a deep impres
sion. I first saw him at the Georgia Temperance Con
vention in Griffin, June-, 1847. He is a small man, with
a face marked as if the small pox had scarred it. A
friend and brother in temperance said as we looked at
him, that lie “looked like he had been burned in a heap
oi black-jack brush.” He was called out and spoke.
I was delighted vvith his matter, manner and zeal. He
was, at the meeting, appoinced Lecturer for Georgia.
Ever since he has fought, without flinching, the good
fight. Your friend,
JOHN BELTON O’NEALL.
Temperance Grove, Ga., 22d June, 1858.
Hon. J. Belton O’Neatl:
Dear Sir and Brother : Bv this you see I am “yet in
the land of the living,” and rest assured my honored
iiicnd, that it would afford me no ordinary pleasure,
once more to see your face and take the hand of a co-la
borerinthe great cause of the niueteeth century; and
though “clouds and darkness” now rest upon our
cause, yot I never have had a doubt, not only that we
are right, but that it is equally true that if every Chris
tian and patriot had years ago cast in their names, their
presence and prayers into some Organization ofthe Tem
perance Army, things to day would wear a different
and brighter aspect, and what moral suasion would
have failed to do, enlightened public opinion would ac
complish in causing to be enacted wholesome and res
strictive laws in regard to the sale of the beverage of
death and Hell ! The latter is a rough word, but it is
nevertheless true that liquor sellers are daily killing
countless numbers of bodies and damning thousands ot
souls! o,my dear Judge, is it not a sliatne! a crying
sin ! ! that our legislatures not only grant license to sell
the beverage of Hell, but turn a deaf ear to the com
plaints and wails of widows and orphans, and the count
less woes produced by tlie traffic ? The minds, bodies
and estates of our people sold for dimes to go into the
coflers ot the liquor dealers. And who is to blame for
the widespread ruin? Legislators! Legislators ‘’
LEGISLALATORS! !! But why should I read'a
homily on intemperance to you—you who have battled
so long in the cause of Temperance; you Sir, whose
position on the Bench, and lona experience and obser
vation, have so fully cstablishedj'ou in the perfect knowl
edge of the effluvia of death, ironi this Bon Upas tree!
But enough here, Dear Judge. I often thing ot you as
a friend and brother and fcllow-cbristian, a follower of
our common Lord, and I never shall forget the senti
ments of condolence expressed by you forme, in regard
to my almost unparalleled domestic sorrows a few
years ago; hence you will pardon me for saying, tjiut
while thinking of you to day, I thought I would pen
this letter,“ such as it is.” I formed the acquaintance
in Goorgia of Mr. Warren, of the Camden Journal,
whom I take to beagood man. Open, candid, talented
and’ temperate to the iotter, I was exceedingly pleased
with him. Now Judge, will you pardon tqe fgraunding
you a rough representation of my humble self, not sp
much for its value, as an expression ot my unabated at
tachment for an old friend. 1 am still doing what I
cup to arrest the march of our common foe, and feel I
am fighting for posterity, and believe as with you, so
with me, posterity will reeolhel us, and if when we shall
have passed away, Temperance and all its concomitant
blessings shall triumph, our humble names will bo con
nested with the hlessings"that follow, Now, dear, dear
Judge, let me liaye ihc pleasure df receiving a letter
from yon. Truly in Ghristain bonds and in tne bonds
of L. P. & F. .DABNEY P. JONES, j
P. S.—l see the State of Maine has re-enacted the
“ Maine Law,” by an overwhelming vote—the pppo- I
neats seani to be “no where.” Well, this kind of abo
litionism, the abolition taf tijo ilqqor traflio, I gq for
’jforlh, South, Last, West —the whole world over. This
letter or any part ol it, is at your service. I may have
friends in the Pulmetto State, who may like to hear from
all M Georgia’s Uncle,” and who may have a smattering
of kin in South Carolina.
To Fliss C—* of Jefferson.
I think of thee.
I wish that thou couldet know my heart ;
Yet knowing would bo vain,
I nless thou wouldst some love impart.
To ease its thrilling pain.
But fearfully would I reveal
What inwardly I keep:
For hard it is to conceal
What so disturbs my sleep.
My thoughts arc all absorbed in thee.
Yet why should I thus dote,
Vv hen thou dost not have for me,
A care the most remote?
Then adieu, thou loved one, I go
O’er this world to roam,
And care I not whither to,
l’ or a pilgrim knows no home.
My bark doth onward swiftly glide
O cr wave, from sea to sea,
‘^**r! > T, ave ty stems the roaring tide,
While oft I think of thee.
Speir's Turnout, June ‘2sth, 1858.
[Written for the Georgia Temperance Cru sadcr.]
Oh ! Buty me beside Him there within the Forest lone:
BV IDA.
Oh! do not place me in a vault;
Oh ! do not bury me there,
Within a damp, and darksome cell,
But where the pure tree air
Doth stir the gentle forest leaves,
And. lovely flowrets wave,
And birds sing gaily from each bough—
Oh! make ye there my grave.
And where the sparkling stars look down
From out yon peaceful blue,
And from the grass, the sunbeams kiss
Morn’s bright and pearly dew,
And Georgia’s soft—soft balmy winds
A gentle requiem sigh
Above the lowly, quiet dead,
There, there, let me lie.
Ah ! yes, within the old churchyard
There lay me down to rest;
Within that lonely hallowed spot
Close by his fail hful breast;
Yes bury me beside him there
Within that lone retreat—
Yes, let me there by him repose,
My rest will be more sweet.
No gi’.ded coffin to enclose
My body when Fin dead—
No monumental stone I ask,
Reared o’r my humble bed ;
But if there is one earthly boon
Above the rest I crave,
It is that by the one I love
Ye make my lowly grave.
Home of the Hoses, Ga., June 30lh, 1858.
[Written for the Georgia Temperance Crusader.]
Lines to my Mother.
The sky’s all dark and cloudy, mother—
My heart feels lone and sad;
I long to tell thee howdy, mother,
And once again feci glad.
Since you to me said “good bye, son,”
I’ve felt forsaken and forlorn.
I trust that you arc not sad, mother,
However dark the sky ;
I hope that you feel glad, mother,
Nor once escapes a sigh ;
But all is peace and joy within,
Nor aught that charges thee with sin.
I am thinking of tlice now, mother,
This dark and gloomy day;
I long with thee to bow, mother,
And with you all to pray;
Here loaded down with grief and care,
I would not feel so badly there.
I long to hear thy sweet voice, mother,
And see thee smile once more;
My sad heart would rejoice, mother,
To meet thee as of yore;
To got from thee a meeting hiss,
Would fill my bleeding heart with bliss.
1 am praying for thee now, mother,
As the sun sinks in the west;
r Thou art praying, too, for me, mother—
I feel that i am blessed;
I feel that God has answered tlice—
>Say, mother, lias lie answered me ?
I have not long to live, mother,
On this vain, sinful earth ;
Oh! cans’t thou all forgive, mother,
My faults back to my birth?
1 feel that Jesus doth forgive—
That 1 with Him in Heav’n shall live.
Colleton Hist. S. C. July, 1858. ,T. B.
[Special Correspondence.]
ALMOST AN ELOPEMENT—“AN INQUIRY INTO THE CAUSE
OF THE DECAY OF THE HONORABLE INSTITUTION OF
MARRIAGE.”
Augusta, July 22d, 1838.
On the 19th instant an incident occurred in this city,
which exceeded, in interest, the far-famed “Deßcviere
and Blount affair,” which is attracting so much atten
tion from the Northern Press. A jovial son of “Green
Erin,” romantically inclined, attempted to elope with a
female of the canine species, and had succeeded so far
as to induce her, by means of a rope fastened around
her neck, the end of which he held in his hand, to ac
company him to the Georgia R. R. preparatory to their
departure on a grand tour. But some of her particular
friends and acquaintances getting wind of the affair,
were promptly on the spot, where his cupidity received
a wholesome check, by being mulcted for the costs, and
then permitted to depart with the conviction, “that the
best laid schemes of mice and men oft gang aglee.”
A recent correspondent of the Constitutionalist oithis
city, under the sign manual of “ Talassus,” has been
prosecuting “ an inquiry into the causes of the decay of
the honorable institution of marriage.” In the result
of his investigation laid before the public, he demon
strates that youth is the most propitious season for the
consummation of marriage; and that as age increases
the chance for marriage decreases. The most conge
nial period being, according to his estimate, between
the ages of twenty and twenty-five. Is it true that the
“joys pf single blessedness” possess charms for the
bachelor, which increases with his years? lie demon
strates the fact that one great cause of this decay is,
that of the expensive—querc expansive—habits of the
female world. He disdains to animadvert upon hoops,
but expatiates upon the costliness of laces, ribbons,
silks and the thousand gew-gaws and tinsel ornaments
with which females so lavishly adorn their persons. It
is very true that woman is very dear to man. Be this
as it may, however, “Talassus” failed to notice the
extravagance of man. Man is extravagant, too, though
he does not dress in crinoline. He dresses in the height
of fashion, drinks his mint juleps, sherry cobbler, or
whiskey punch, and perhaps all three, every day;
smokes his four or five Havanas, indulges in occasional
buggy-rides, plays billiards for amusement, takes fancy
suppers at fashionable restaurants, etc. Make a small
calculation of his expenses for one year : 730 drinks at
scts—s3s.so; 1095 cigars at scts—ssl.7s; 12 buggy
rides at $1 50 —$18 ; 20 games of billiards at an expense
of$10; 10 fancy suppers—s2o ; incidentals—sso; 4 new
suits of clothes at sso—s2oo; total, $389.25. Enough
spent foolishly to furnish a wife and child with all ne
cessary apparel. His : s another cause of decay. An
other great cause of this decay is, the filthy flood of
sickly sentimentality called “ yellow kivered literature,”
which is so liberally disseminated in our midst. Pre
senting an active appearance, it has induced, the youth
of both sexes to engage in its perusal, thus depriving
them of all relish for substantial food, vitiating their
minds, and converting them into mere dreams. Their
imaginations are excited to the highest degree of inten
shy i and they will dream and sigh for some “ gallant
knight,” or “romantic troubadour,” or “fairy prin
cess,” or “high-born heiress,” to make their appear
ance and gladden their desponding hearts. Disdaining
tho rough realities of life, marriage would be as fatal
to them as they are as fit subjects for anything else
Coquetry is also a cause of decay. I mean paying par
ticular attention to several young ladies at the same
tunc, or receiving the attention of more than one gen
tleman at the same time.
i ho more the sparks the worse the match, is a fact
m woman’s history.” Flirting is trilling with a seri
ous subject, the result of which is to producen frivolous
character in which
“Mocking words—light ;rards and ready jest,
Form the bars—the curtains to the breast.’’
Romaco has turned the brain ot many females, and j
ohl mnU 2, at fungi cla ® s Qf the genus homo, styled
fnllin aid8 ’ no and q H bt feelingly exclaim solos after
falling from their “rapt clysium,” “ Oh ! dear me, say,
• i Ilrt - v ' l ! ,rce > (?) and am not married yet. The
wnn os on my face, I gee, arc getting very thick; I
Han obo q wife, I do; bqt nq one thinks af me —oh I
low a iqsband I would love, if I could married be.” I
once saw, ut a country church, a real Miss Spindle of
an old njaid, dressed very fashionably in imitation of a I
school girl; bqt the old maid woqld ORt—that ■
piece of coat-plaster sticking on her face, though lend
ing an attractive hue to her features was the royal sign
of old maidioin. An intimate friend of hers remarked
that if “she did not get married soon that she would
starve herself to death.” Old maids, with their tea-!
drinking, tattling and scandal, arc a pest to tRo com
munity. loured by disappointment, and vexed by dc- j
lay, they indulge in many hitter invectives against |
youth and matrimony. It is said that they arc very j
fearful ol lightning because they consider themselves
attractive, Another cause ot decay’ is the deceptive
arts used by both sexes. Do not seem to be, but bo j
what y9u seem, and say hence, “bashful cunning.”
Do not betray’ “credulous innocence withvisored false
hood and base forgery.” I was looking over a book
belonging to a beautiful atid amiable lady, and eatnc
across the following lines in pencil mark
“Whenever you see a blighted flower,
Which fain would blooming be—
Oil! read the language of its heart,
And only think of rae.”
This burst of sorrow came from her very soul. She
had plighted her marriage vows to a worthless thing,
and all the hopes
“That numberless stuck upon her as leaves
l>o on the oak, had
fallen from their boughs, and left her bare
To every storm that blows.”
Romantic marriages, generally, result in disappoint
ment, and can be justly compared to -
“A public fast, or common rout,
Where those that are without would fain get in ;
And those that are within would fain get out.”
A romantic whim ot young ladies is to conceal the real
state of their affections from their parents, from whom
they should seek advice on so important a step. The
next step in the category is elopement, which, while it
may gratify the thirst for notoriety, never results in that
good characteristic of a well founded union. The fol
lowing is sensible advice, and we recommend its peru
sal to every intelligent girl:
“ Advice to Young Femai.es.—Never marry a man
without the consent of your parents. No matter how
much you may fancy you love him, you cannot expect
a blessing on your union, if you persist in going contra
ry to the better judgment of those who were appointed
by Providence to watch over you and advise you for
your good. They of course have had more experience
and are better qualified to judge than you can be, who
are but just steping forth in the pathway of life, young,
inexperienced, and too ready to form favorable opinions
where your affections arc concerned. Let them be your
confidants; open your hearts to them as soon as you
are aware that anything of this exists. I would confide
the secret to my parents as soon as I would acknowl
edge to my own bosom. Theirs is not the cold, unsym
pathising judgment of the world; it springs from a deep
affection and interest in your lasting welfare, for what
comfort would it he to them to mar your happiness.
You, whom they have watched and guarded from help
less infancy with such modifying affection as only pa
rents feel. Recompense their love, then, as far as in
your power, by confiding in them and seeking their
counsel; be assured you will lose nothing by it ; and
though you might meet with disappointment now, it
will soon pass away, and in after years you will be at
tended by the blessing of Him who said: ‘Honor thy
father and mother.’ ”
Unhappy marriages serve as actcrring agents to
frighten timid souls from the state of matrimony, and
thereby is a cause of decay to the “honorable institu
tion.”
Equal faults mark alike the sexes ; and I do not think
costly dresses as heinous a crime as some would fain be
lieve. Some men, in their wild crusade against the fe
male world, forget their many faults, and think that
they have a right to become public censors, because
“Women arc books, and men the readers be,
la whom oftentimes they great errata see;
Here sometimes a blot, and there espy
A leaf misplaced, at least a line awry.”
The hands of the critic more frequently soils the fair
; page of the work criticised, than adds aught to its pu
rity of color. Females arc not wholly to blame in pro
ducing the decay of this noble institution. To those de
siring to perpetuate and extend this “honorable institu
tion,” I will give the following rule:
HOW TO CHOOSE A WIFE.
“ Good, sir, if you’ll show the best of your skill,
To pick a virtuous creature,
Then pick such a wife as you love a life,
Of a comely grace and feature.
The noblest part, let it be her heart,
Without deceit or cunning;
With a nimble wit, and all things fit;
With a tongue that’s never running.
The hair ot her head, it must not be red,
But dark and black as a berry;
Her forehead high, with a crystal eye,
Her lips as red as a cherry.” W.
[Written for the Georgia Temperance Crusader.]
Macon, Thursday Morning, July 15th, 1858.
“My talc is simple and of bumble birtli,
A tribute of respect to real worth.”
The want of recreation, with a desire to attend the
exercises ol the Wesleyan Female College, is my ex
cuse for leaving home. I arrived in this city Sunday
morning, as the sun was reaching its meridian. Mon
day was the day for the Junior exhibition; I entered
the chapel in time to hear the “ American Quadrille,”
—if my memory serves me—parts of which were beau
tiful, and the whole well executed, reflecting much cre
dit upon the performers and their instructors. One
hour and a half was spent entertaining the audience
I with a quantity of
“ftongs and quavers, roaring, humming,
Guitars and every other sort of strumming.”
We were not detained very long upon hard benches af
ter the conclusion of the musical exhibition, before those
who w-ere to read compositions entered and took their
seats. Each and every young lady, when called upon,
came forward with perfect composure—without amount
ing in the least to boldness —and read their productions
so distinctly that any of them could have been heard in
the uttermost parts ol the chapel. The compositions
were well written and well read. Having no pro
gramme before me, I cannot give you a list of the rea
ders and their subjects, but will mention a few whose
compositions elicited a great amount of praise from
gray-lieadcd men whose frequent attendance upon such
occasions entitle their opinions to some weight. Miss
Elizabeth Crook had a well written composition upon
“The loss of Eden.” Miss Mary E. Poole had, for
her subject, “The Tyranny of Fashion,” and presented
wholesome suggestions to the devotees of Fashion—the
queen of fools. Miss Sarah P. Swain handled the
“Sewing Machine” in a becoming manner; frequent
references were made to historical facts, evidently
showing that it had been prepared after a close and at
tentive search through history and the classics. It was
one of the best compositions I heard during Commence
ment. There arc a great many other young ladies, the
excellency of w-hose compositions entitle them to be
mentioned, but time will not allow. Tuesday sixteen
oi the graduating class read compositions in the Meth
odist Church, it being larger than the chapel; conse- 1
quently, a greater number of persons could be accom- j
modated. Miss Alice R. Culler read the salutatory, j
She lias a clear and musical voice, causing her to be l
beard to the most extreme end of the church, which 1
was my position. It abounded in fine sentiments and
beautiful language. All the rest of the young ladies
had excellent compositions, so I was informed by those
who heard them, it being impossible for one in my po- 1
sition to hear, when a constant* titter and exchange of !
sweet things were going on between the young folks. <
1 uesday night the concert was given ; the weather I
was very warm; but for all that, the music was such *
as to command the close attention of all. The sturdv 1
farmer seated himself with calm gravity, and by the t
side of the sneering dandy listened with enthralled at
tention.
“Music, where soft voices die,
vibrates in the memory.”.
It comes to the heart like a flood of sunshine, dispelling
its gathering mists, and causing high aspirations to
spring into strength and beauty. The whole soul is el
evated above the narrowness of earth, and seeks, in
thought, to commune with the intelligence of a higher
world, and with that Being *
“Who plants His footsteps in the sea.
Ami rides upon the storm.”
Each were the feelings ol the listening crowd, when the j
performers would conclude,
Wednesday tho remaining portion of the graduating!
class, scyen in number, came before ail audience for the
last time as “school girls.” My scat being no better
that day than Tuesday, I was unable to hear well any
of the compositions; no doubt they read well-written
compositions, as the exercises of each day wero spoken
of by the knowing ones in a very complimentary man
ner.
j President Smith, in a few parting words, pointed out
the manner in which those who were now about enter
ing upon the stage of active life could do good. It was
a plain and practical address which ought to be pub
lished, and a copy obtained by every family. Mr. Poe
held spell-bound the attention of the audience’ for an
hour. In the words of one of Georgia’s gifted lawyers,
“ it was an excellent speech,” i
Thus ended [fee most pleasant Commencement I
Ritpndcd. Before I conclude, let me enjoin upon yetp to j
stop at the Lanier House, should you ever come to
Macon. The servants far surpass any 1 have ever
seen. They can look at the back part of your head and
tell exactly what your taste and appetite desire. Ilain
and eggs is the great dish; you get it, asked forornot.
I saw but very few drunken men, in comparison to the
number usually attendant upon such occasions. Now
and then whiskey would overstep the bounds of pro
priety and sing out, with bacchanalian delight, “she is
the smartest gal in the world.” J. M.
Toilet for Gentlemen.—--For preserving the com
plexion, temperance; to preserve the breath sweet, ab
stinence from tobacco ; for whitening hands, honesty;
to remove a sin, repentance; easy shaving-soap, ready
money; for improving the sight, observation; a beau
tiful ring, a family circle; lor improving the. voice, ci
vility ; the best companion at the toilet, a wife.
Education is a companion which no misfortune can
depress—no climo destroy—no enemy alienate—no
despotism enslave. At home a friend —abroad, an in
troduction—in solitude, a solace—and in society, an
ornament. It chastens vice—it guides virtuey-it gives
at once, grace and government to genius—without if,
what is man ? A splendid slave—a reasoning savage !
T ANARUS"”
Marriage. —Get married! Marry ; it gives dignity to
your profession, inspires confidence, and commands res
pect. With a wife, the lawyer is more trusty, the doc
tor is more esteemed, the mechanic throws the hammer
with increased power, and shoves the plane with a more
dextrous hand; the merchant gets abetter credit—in
short, a man without a wife is no man at all! She nurses
him while sick, she watches for him in health. Gen
tlemen. get a wife, a pretty one if you like them best—
a good one when she is to be found -and a ricli one if
you can get her pretty and good. ’
The citizen’s Bank of Nashville and Memphis, Tenn.
lingering for some time past between feeble life and
death, has finally turned the scale, and is the deadest
thing in all the land.
Singular Case oe Divorce. —A suit for divorce is
now pending in the Ohio courts between a man and his
wife, who are said to have lived together very happily
for a year, at the close of which a child was born and
became the cause of the domestic difficulty that will end
in their separation, the dissension being all about an
innocent name given to an innocent infant. The wife
intimated to the husband that she would live to have a
child called Athol. At this the liege lord objected, re
membering one of her “ flames” before marriage; she
urged; he refused; she wept; he grew obstinateand said
she need not hope to shake his resolution by her tears
—he was marble when a principle was involved. She
intimated that there was a remedy to which site would
not object; he comprehended her meaning, and hence
the application for divorce.
The Oconee Bridge.—The inferior Court ot Baldwin
county has accepted a hid from a responsible under
taker, for the construction < e bridge over the Oconee
opposite Milledgeville, for The bridge will be
near 500 feet long, is to be covered in, to have brick piers
and be completed at an early day. —Avgmla Din- y
patch.
The SrißiT or ’76.—When the news of the fait of
Ticondcroga reached Exeter, John Langdon, who was
the speaker of the provincial legislature of New Hamp
shire, then in session, seeing the public credit exhausted
and his compariots discouraged, rose and said: “ I haye
a thousand dollars in hard money ; 1 will pledge my
plate of three thousand more; I have seventy hogsheads
of Toba rum, which will be sold for the most it will
bring. These are at. the service of the State. If wo
succcdft in defending our firesides and homes, I may be
remunerated : if wc do not, then the property will be of
no value to me. Our friend Stark, who so nobly main
tained the honer of our State at Bunker Ilill, may safely
be entrusted wini the honor of the enterprise, and wc
will check the progress of Burgoync.” It is well known
that from this noble offer sprang the gallant little, army
ot Stark’s that covered itself with glory at Bennington.
These were the deeds that make our history venerable
and consecrate tho revolution.
“Mother, Sing Jerus ”
Tho last words of a beautiful boy wlv?> tftedira
Boston a few years since:
A child lay in a twilight room
With pallid waxen face;
A little child, whose tide oi fife
Had nearly run its race.
Most holy robes the angels broughl,,
By holy spirits given,
Ready to wrap the child in them.
And carry him to heaven.
And shining wings, with claspsoflight,
Two shining wings tliev bore,
To fasten on the seraph child,
Soon as the strife was o’er.
Perchance their beauty made him think
Os some harmonious word,
That often from his mother’s lips
The dying one had heard.
It might be, for they whispered low,
“ Sing, mother, sing,” and smiled*.
The worn one knelt beside the conjth—
“What shall I sing, my child ?”
“Jerusalem, my happy home,”
The gasping boy replied,
And sadly sweet the clear notes rati”
Upon the even tide ;
“Jerusalem, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labors Ir .*• ■>
In joy, and peace, ai ~!% ‘
And on she sang,’. ? y, e breakin<r ,
lime- =
K tv;,, , i ,ass big of the soul.
‘ v uu ‘ ntu triumphal chime.
“of MT C ?’ ,hou cit Y niy G Oil,
t . “ a ‘* I thy courts ascend ?”
J hey saw the shadows of the grave
W ith lijs sweet beauty blend.
“ Why should I shrink at pain or woe.
Gr, ieel at death dismay t ”
She ceased—the angels bore the child
1 o realms of endless day.
i When coldness wraps this suffering clay
1 ~A h ‘ ‘ v !"i!' er , str ays the immortal mind !
It cannot die—it eannot stay,
* But leaves its darkened dost behind.”
‘‘.Morning spread over earth her rosy wings’
And that meek sufferer, cold and ivory pale
bay on her couch asleep. The gentle a?
- ;,lue throus Jj window, but she breathed it not
lor she was dead !” *
late Richard and Mrs. Gertrude M. Fears,of Sparta h
How mysterious are the ways of Providence! How
sad are his afflicting dispensations! But yesterdav wo
grasped ihc loving hand of a sweet and loved associate •
to-day we weep, lor the angels have visited the
awav “'[‘he L- t; ’ i" C ’“Vif 1 and “ enile one. has jessed
away. Iho kindness of her warm, true heart i- a l won
for her ninny devoted friends, w hen, within the short
space of two years her father, her mother, a WheJand i
an only sister, were snatched, one by U /:o, awav Vet
kind friends gathered around her aiul soothed and'com
orted the bereaved and desolate ~m-f,nd full wdl X
they repaid for their sympathy, for never niT- we 1,,,,,
to look upon her like agaai, ‘ Jy vt v qjoprv
For who that knew that fond and-” i „ ,
But mourns that one so,lovely depart!-
She was ever ready, with a w; 1 i, . ,
hands, to assist those who l : h„ Y ,n * eart , aml imtir ng
toned by the afflicting *R ’ h * d beCn chaS ’
from early childhood slm V-id dS, V P L° US liaron ' s -
God ot her fathers, and never IM J h f r I lloart .*? the
house ol (*od when -\it hnV.’ s ic / ad 10 vlslt lbo
trifling excuse W kV* b anu ? tTen ” Permuted—no
place aWU> i ‘ vhcn dutyeallod; but her
kSssS 5 --
;; \Vith naught but the stars and flowers
lU guard her dreamless rest.’’
No tear of death disturbed her, lint calmly she waited
lor he coming of the Saviour; mffl as the peurlv gates
of the new Jerusalem flew open, oh! dare we imagine
the■ untold joy of the waiting father and mother as they
Eu'rnCilvf ot Mav"thec Cr 1 to the
and asteniim Ld ,|l f surviv,ng brothers yield to the.
chastening tod they may never again know the kind
and sympathising love ot a sister Ton
spirit of the loved and lost linger above nnlf 1 an , gel,c
ami at last may hey all l o aVhem -m f 1
ly, around the throne of God ’ 1 u,ibrokcn fam ’
Oh think! that while we’re weeping here
Her band a golden harp is stringiiw-
And with u voice serene and clear ’
Her ransomed soul, without a tear
1 he t-aviour s praise is singing’
Cass co. Ju.lt/ , 1858. *
R.
mjmrn
SCHOOL NOTICE.
1 HE undersigned would respectfully notify
opens the 2d day of August 1 ’ lfS D ! Xt te ™
Jn£t%7oM te °i* U 11lC £ ,,pil3 most
..Inly -Mt • RUFUS W. SMITH,