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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. I • 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. I 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,