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qjpOaoß (2&<cs}irsr&ai TEMPIiKAM!Ii CRUSADBB. PKNPIJETjL), GEORGIA, Thursday Morning,. August 12, 1858. NOTICE. The meeting of the Grand Division of the Sons of Temperance will take place on the 4th Wednesday in October, instead of the 2d Wednesday, as reported in the proceedings of the last meeting of the Grand Div. THOMAS MAGUIRE, G. W. P. Theiiubjoined is a list of the officers of the Grand Division of the State of Georgia: THOMAS MAGUIRE, G. W. P. Rockbridge, Ga. D. P. JO ‘fES, G. W. A. Palmetto, Ga. J. C. C. BURNETT, G. S. Macon, Ga. G. J. LOYD, G. T. Columbus, Ga. WM. HOUSER, G. C. Speir’s Turn-out J. H. BOSTICK, G. C. F. A. POLHILL, G. S. Louisville, Ga. The Retailer’s Responsibility. Almost every mail brings ns information of foul and inhuman murders committed by persons while under the influence of strong drink. Who are they against whom the blood of these victims will cry out to Hea ven ? A heavy retribution will undoubtedly be visited on the heads of those whose hands held the fatal wea pons; but a much greater weight of condemnation must be passed on those who, with poison—a poison which dethrones reason and destroys the sensibilities, impelled them to their deeds of horror and shame. These are the real murderers who, untouched by law, and unharmed by public opinion, yearly commit thou sands of the most shocking crimes which imagination can conceive. Supported by their licenses, and sus 'ained by legislative enactments, they pour over the laud a dark flood of death, and mockingly laugh at the efforts of philanthropists to stay its course. Rolling in the pomp and luxury which the price of blood has pur chased, they know not, and care not for the misery, des titution and suffering which they produce. The wail of anguish from widowed mothers, or the cry of suffer ing from her hungry children, never fall upon their ears; or if it does, it is upon ears forever sealed to the voice of mercy. They will flatter and caress the wretched sot for his last dime—reduce the man of worth and re spectability to the lowest depths of degradation, and then pour upon him their contempt and obloquy, though his shame and ruin are but “ the workmanship of their own hands.” Like the fabulous vampyre, they prey upon the very life-blood of society; but unlike them, they never become satiated or gorged by their horrid food. These are they to whom the politicians pander and cringe, and pay flattering compliments and oily words, not omitting material bribes to gain their influence among “ the dear people.” They take away reason, judgment and common sense from the sovereign voters, and entirely annul the freedom of elective franchise. They utterly destroy all religion, honor and truth, by their hellish machinations, and make justice a mere nullity in the land. They disorganize or derange every portion of the system ofgovernment, and spread through out it anarchy and confusion. Yet, these men not only go unpunished, but are protected by law, and sustained by legislative enactments. And when wc would fetter or destroy this monster of ruin and destruction, our pol iticians give us a boisterous harangue, full of patriotic sentiments about “ freedom ” and “ independence ,” and “ our forefather’s bleeding and dying for liberty,” and our wishing “to take away the rights of the people,” and many other things which may amuse us by their extreme simplicity, but provoke disgust by their shal low sophistry ; that men of good sense, when free from prejudice, should be convinced by such reasoning, we cannot believe. Yet, such are the only arguments be hind which the opposers of temperance intrench them selves. Prejudice, a strong, overgrown prejudice, con trols the minds of men, and prevents them from reason ing with calmness on this important subject. But when does this prejudice arise ? Does it take captive the man in his mature years, and hold him thus fast in its iron grasp? No; it is formed in his early youth, and “ grows with his growth and strengthens with his strength.” The rumseller takes the timid, unsuspecting youth, while yet the smile of innocence lingers on his counte nance, and soon instils into him principles, and impels him to deeds which would bring a blush to Satan’s cheek. The dramshop yearly saps the constitution, de stroys the intellects and corrupts the morals of thou sands of promising young men, and consigns them to untimely graves in the spring time of life. It is at this period of their lives that intemperance makes her vota ries, and forever darkens their prospects and blights their hopes. How many young men, whose brilliant talents might have told upon the destinies of the world; whose eloquence might have commanded the applause of listening Senates, have had their energies crushed, their career checked in the very outset, and their use fulness forever destroyed, by this dreadful scourge ! O thou foul seducer of youth, and destroyer of human vir tue, long, dreary and inglorious has been thy reign upon earth! Reason, mercy and humanity demands thy ex pulsion, nor would justice prolong thy days. The souls of thy ruined victims, as they whistle through the gates ot hell, shriek back a long and bitter curse upon thy name. All good men shall rejoice when thou art no more, and thy knell shall ring in joyful peals through out the world. The requiem of thy departure will be a loud te drum sung by liberated thousands, which, ri sing up in one full chorus, will make Heaven’s high welkin ring.. Shadow and Sunlight. It is a wearisome old world, I said to myself the other morning as I sat by my chamber window; a de ceitful world, full of fair promises that are always bro ken, of bright anticipations that are never realized. I thought of the long wail of anguish that is ever more rising from the earth; of the broken homes, the bleeding hearts, the crushed hopes; I remembered that every time the clock ticks some soul, gasping, groan ing, agonizing, is torn from its frail body, and sent 4 orth naked and shuddering into the mysterious future. Here, a bride, with the marriage vow scarce cold on •er lips—the orange flowers that wreathe her hair un laded, is stricken down. Death claims her for his bride, and they fold her pale hands over the still bosom, and the sunshine and the glory of earth seems buried in her grave. v- . Little children, around whom many fond hopes clus tered, fall by the way. Fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, loose their warm clasp of our hands, breathe a few faint words of farewell, and pass over the cold river, leaving to us nothing but sad memories and dark ened homes. The green mounds multiply in the grave yard, and the vacant seats by the firesides. Is it not a weary world—a lonesome world ? Then I thought of the long catalogue of crime. that, with each day’s record, grows linger antibhteher; how man hates and persecutes his brother man, till the blood of many a murdered Abel caffs to God from the ground, or of the prison-houses that dot the earth, each with its share of infamy and crime, and the wickedness which no prison bars confine; of the gross ignorance and su perstition that fill the world; the deeds of darkness done for righteousness’ sake; of the Pagan mother, throwing the child God has committed to her care into the swiit river, or burying it in the ground, even while its sweet, pleading eyes are turned to her for protection. And, again, I thought of the high aspirations that find no fulfillment; the broken day dreams; the rest less search after happiness; of the many who seek, the few who find it. Fame, pleasure, learning, all have their votaries; thirsting, panting for something to fill the soul’s deep yearning, and finding out “cisterns—broken cisterns that can hold no water.” A weary, weary world ! But hark! what was it that brought the glad tears to my eyes, and made me say involuntarily: Life is plea sant—life is pleasant, and God is /rood! It was but a bird’s song—a wild, sweet carol from the elm tree, but it thriftied through every gloomy cor ner of my heart, carrying sunshine with it, and span ning my clouds with the bow of promise—“ Hallelujah,” cried my exultant soul, “ lor the Lord God omnipotent reigneth.” It is a glorious world we live in—a beautiful world, for God made it ; and from the frozen North to the burning tropics, he has crowned it with scenes of beauty. Out in the wide prairie, where none but angel eyes can see it, he has planted the wild flower and painted its tiny petals as none but God could paint them. Away in the green torest, where the breath of the pines is sweet, the sunshine falls cheerily through the thick boughs, and the old woods are vocal with life—happy hie. Everywhere, in the air, in the water and on the earth, are myriads of joyous creatures who know no care, no sin, no fear. And among men, who will say that even now more of sorrow mingles with their lot than joy. i rue, there are sad hearts, but so are there manv onp P L°T S ‘ ery ni § ht > as the sun bids good-by to j another, thousands of little children, folded hands and quiet hearts kneel hv a mother s side, and, in different language, pray to the one good lather in Heaven; then peacefully fall aslcen to awake with fresh glee in the morning. y “ 1 P True, a dying groan is heard every second, but around how many death-beds angels stand waiting; and when the poor, glazed eye closes on the loved of earth does it not open on Him who tasted death for every man ? True, the world is full of sin and suffering, but its soil has been trodden by the feet and hallowed by the cross of Him who knew no sin, and the Prince of Peace shall yet reign King of nations. True, we are striving always to drink at the broken cisterns, but if we will we may come to the fountain of living waters; and above the turmoil of life is heaid ever the voice of the world’s Redeemer, saying, “ If any man thirst, let him come unto me and drink.’ “ Dr. IVm. Houser. We take the liberty of extracting from a private let ter the following complimentary notice of this exten sively known gentleman. The compliment is not flat tery, for it is justly merited—too much cannot be said in praise of his noble character, warm heart, and the generous impulses of his nature. W c appreciate him as a gentleman of worth, talent and high-toned princi ples, and wish him success in all his enterprises : “ l have spent this week very pleasantly indeed, in a singing school of your friend and agent, Dr. Housor ; ana without flattering him in the least, I must say that there arc but few such men. Moreover, 1 heartily wish you could have a few more such agents as he, for he undoubtedly discharges his duty in that capacity well. Besides, I consider it due to him and his noble cause to say that he is doing great good by his labors; and as one of his pupils I must also say that he is decidedly the best teacher of music I have ever seen in Georgia. Speaking of Dr. Houser. I must conclude by hoping that prosperity, happiness and success may attend him through life, and that glory may crown his efforts. Shocking’ Affair. On the 19th instant, J. I. Robert Wilson, who resi ded four miles from Chester, S. C., met his death at the hands of his step-son, John O. Derby. A letter says: “ It is reported that Wilson was essaying to hand cuff his wife, Derby’s mother, and take her up stairs for the purpose of cowhiding her, whon Derby, who is a young man about nineteen years old, and lived in the family, interfered, and was attacked by Wilson with a drawn bowie knife. Derby retreated from the house, and around it, Wilson following him closely with full intent, when Derby again entered the house, jerked up a loaded shot-gun, and discharging its contents into the breast of Wilson, killing him instanfly. Os course li quor had a large share in this most deplorable business. Derby surrendered himself to the proper authorities.” Watchman. A Liquor Decision in Ohio. The Cleveland Leader states that five young women, of a company of fourteen who sacked a groggery in Bristol, Ohio, last June, were tried by three Justices for riot, and acquitted, the Court deciding that the grog gery was a nuisance, and the girls had a right to abate it. This trial was made the occasion of a temperance picnic and celebration, got up by the young ladies of Bristol, and a great time they had of it. A large con course of people assembled, many of them coming from the adjoining townships, and a great deal of interest was felt in the issue of the examination, and the excitement continued unabated to the end. The fourteen girls en gaged in the transaction all attended court in a body, dressing alike and sitting together, with a flag at their head. A Great Han. Believing the subjoined a fair description of a great man, we could heartily wish some of the “so-called” would so shape their future and amend their past, as that it might apply to them: “The highest, noblest conception we have of a great man, is one who understands the power of his own soul and is continually exerting that power for the promotion ofgood; who cherishes a deep and solemn sense of the sacredness of duty and never hesitating to discharge that duty, be the consequences ever so injurious to his interests; who, in matters of religion, lends naught but a deaf ear to the voice of sects, but scans the work of nature, the revelations of Scripture, the deep yearnings of the human soul; who gives all truth a welcome, how muchsoever it may conflict with his pride; who is ever ready to execute inflexible justice; who rebukes all evil, however high the transgressor stands, and whose sym pathies always espouse the cause of the oppressed and theinjured.” Rum Doings. Phil Hickey, at Newark, found about seven dollars and immediately went on a spree, working himself up to an incipient stage of mania-a-potu. Friday night he slept in a barn belonging to a Mr. Lewis, and in the morning went into a house and asked for a knife, which was given to him. Hickey returned to the barn, and inserting the knife in his mouth, ripped open one cheek as far back toward the ear as possible, and then, turn ing the edge, served the other cheek in the same way, but did not succeed in cutting quite so long a gash as on the first attempt. After enlarging his mouth to his en tire satisfaction, the wretched man commenced hacking at his throat. He managed to remove sufficient of the flesh to lay bare the windpipe, arteries, &c., butthedull ness of the knife prevented the accomplishment of his suicidal purpose, if he can be supposed to have bad any purpose at all. Even the horrible condition to which the poor fellow had reduced himself, did not prevent him from craving for liquor, and he drank a glass off whiskey with eagerness before his wounds had been at tended to. All Interesting Discovery. We see it stated upon what may be considered relia ble authority, (says the German Reformed Messenger,) that thirty thousand Christians have recently been found upon an island North of Celebes. It has been rumored for a time that there was a Christian people, forgotten and forsaken, which, however, yet possessed three Bi bles, and continued steadfast in the faith. When mis sionaries first landed on the island, they met with a school teacher and his pupils, who repeated in the Ma layan tongue, “As the heart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O Lord.” No Bibles were found, but the most precious promises of the Bible written upon the bark of trees. They knew the Apostle’s creed, and the Heidelberg Catechism, and Christian customs. Twenty churches and schools yet existed. Through the instrumentality of pastor Held ring, founder of the Magdalen Asylum at Steenbeck, and chief patron of Inner Missions in Holland, four missionaries, who had been educated under the venera ble Gossner, were sent out, and three thousand persons baptized. This is certainly a most interesting discovery. The island on u hich these Christians were found belongs to the East Indian Archipelago. The Dutch have for years had political rule in this region. This may ac count for the orignal introduction of Christianity among this people, and for the fact that the Heidelberg Cate chism was still found in their possession. But still the particular time and circumstance in which this intro duction took place may well challenge special attention and elicit investigation from those who have the leisure and facilities for prosecuting it. What is Whiskey? A liquid fire, where it is pure; a villainous poison, when compounded with the large number of agents used for restoring color and “bead.” And this latter is al most the only kind “poor folks ” now get to drink. If legislating upon the subject is taking away the poor man’s right to indulge in a dram, and allowing the rich to monopolize and drink their fine liquors at home, it were better thus to legislate, if that were really the ob ject, and thus be rid of whiskey entirely, than leave the poor man at the mercy of the manufacturer and trader, who are now the poisoners of the liquor-drinking poor. And we are not at all surprised that those who make and sell whiskey exhibit such utter depravity and reck lessness. No one can possibly deal in the stuffany con siderable time, without sinking lower and lower in the scale of honesty and morality generally. Whiskey— the liquid Satan —is the quintessence of deception—the drinker, who is deceived thereby, “is not wise;” the trafficker in it is a liar, of necessity; and so, the whole batch arc enemies, and only the worst enemies of man kind. This is whiskey, in its character and effects. “Is thy servant (any man) a dog” that he should fight for it longer ? Speaking of the old monster us ho exhibits himself among the Indians under the name of Indian whiskey, a citizen of St. Louis says; A barrel of the * pure Cincinnati i even after it has run the gauntlet of railroad and lake travel, is a suffi - cient basis upon which to manufacture one hundred bar rels of “good Indian liquor.” He says a small bucket full of the Cincinnati article is poured into a washtub almost full of rain-water; a large quantity of “dog leg” tobacco and red pepper is then thrown into the tub; a bitter species of root, common in “the land of the Dakota,” is then cut up and added; burnt sugar or some such article is used to restore something like the original color of the whiskey. The compound has to be kept on hand a few days, before it is fit for use. It is then administered to the aborigines ad libitum. He says all an Indian wants is something that will “bite!” and it matters not whether it is pepper, rum or tobac co; that he will give forty acres of land tor one dose. He says some of the speculators, when they wish to “drive a bargain,” have only to administer this inno cent preparation to the Chippewas and Sioux simulta neously, and they all start at once for their war clubs and tomahawks, and proceed to cleave each other’s brains out. • Up North we find the same old monster, with the dealers therein, thus showing his hideous nakedness: K Tjl? a l??,/ ou S na l says the liquor lately destroyed Hl 1 ,°. f , tl ? at lown WBS a queer compound, on which it was turned wilted and died that i* ’ from some of t h o kegs, several gallons of turned, which turned black, and emitted a putrid, sickening odor on coming to the Oh! such a picture! who could fall in love with it? And yet, thousands axe ready to rise up in arn to prevent its destruction l “Why wißye die?” f Ode to Rum. The following remarkable production is from the pen of Mr. C. Brown, of Chelsea, Mass. It was first pub lished in 1828 and has since then been read by millions. So highly has it been esteemed that it has been trans lated into the German language ; it is indeed as was once said “A unique lexicon of horrors.” A more in genius or forcible production does not exist in the En glisli language. “O, thou invisible spirit of wine! if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee—devil.”— Shakespeare. Let thy devotee extol thee, And thy wondrous virtues sum; But the worst of names I’ll call thee, O, thou hydra-monster—Rum. Pimple-maker, visage- bloater, Health-corrupter, idler’s mate; Mischief-breeder, vice-promoter, Credit-spoiler, devil’s-bait. Almshouse-builder, pauper-maker, Trust-betrayer, sorrow’s source; Pocket.emptier, Sabbath-breaker, Conscience-stiller, guilt’s resource. Nerve enfeebler, system-shat terer, Thirst-increaser, vagrant thief; Cough-producer, treacherous flatterer, Mud-bedauber, mock relief. Business-hinderer, spleen-instiller, Woe-begetter, friendship’s bane; Anger-heater, Bridewell-filler, Debt-involver, toper’s chain; Memory-drowner, honor-wrecker Judgement-warper, blue-face quack; Feud beginner, rags bedecker, Strife-enkindler, fortune’s wreck. Summer’s cooler, winter’s warmer, Blood-polluter, specious snare, Mob-collecter, man- transformer, Bond-undoer, gambler’s iare. Speech-bewrangler, headlong-bringer, Viials burner, deadly fire ; Riot mover, fire-brand flinger, Discord kindler, misery’s sire. Sinews-robber, worth depriver, Strength-subduer, hideous foe; Reason-thwarter, fraud-contriver, Money-waster, nation’s woe! Vile-seducer, joy-dispeller, Peace-disturber, blackguard guest, Sloth-implanter, liver-sweller, Brain-distracter, hateful pest. Utterance-boggler, stench-emitter, Strong man sprawler, fatal drop; Tumult-raiser, venom-spitter, Wrath inspirer, coward’s prop. Pain-inflicter, eyes-inflamer, Heart-corrupter, folly’s nurse ; Secret-babbler, body-maimer, Thrift-defeater, loathsome curse. Wit-destroyer, joy-impairer, Scandal-dealer, foul mouthed scourge; Senses-blunter, youth-ensnarer, Crime-inventor, ruin’s verge. Virtue-blaster, base deceiver, Spite-displayer, sot’s delight; Noise-exciter, stomach-heaver. Falsehood-spreader, scorpion’s bite. Quarrel-plotter, rage-discharger, Giant conquerer, wasteful sway; Chin-carbuncler, tongue-enlarger, Malice-venter, death’s broad w T ay. Tempest-scatterer, window-smasher, Death-forerunner, hell’s dire brink; Ravenous murderer, windpipe-slasher, Drunkard’s lodging, meat and drink! M Do as I told you, and let Liquor Alone.” These were the last words of James Powers, recently executed at Washington, for the murder of Edward A. Lutz. To the last, he indulged hopes of commuta tion. The President said to one person, occupying a prominent position, who was pleading for mercy, “ If you can show me one extenuating circumstance, I will grant it.” The person reflected some moments, and finding no ground of appeal, answered: “His youth, your Excellency.” The President replied, “Nearly all the murders and other crimes of violence so frequent in the District of Columbia, have been committed by such young men.” And nearly all these outrages are trace able to the numerous liquor-shops of Washington. This is the general testimony and the dying testimony of the criminals themselves, as they expiate their crime on the fallows. We are told that the scene between young owers and his mother, sister and brother, was affect ing beyond description. The mother and sister were the first to leave, and when the brother was at last per suaded to retire, the doomed man kissed him and said : “Do as I told you, and let liquor alone.” Here is a volume of instruction to the young men of our country. The moderate and social use of liquor may lead to the most dangerous consequences. There is no safety in it; no control over it. It suddenly excites and leads a young man, ere he is aware, to some deed ot despera tion, lor which there is no reparation. Oh, young men of America! be wise and let liquor alone. Then you are safe; then all the fruit of the vineyard, and all the outpourings of the distillery never can harm you ; then you will have self-control in the hour of excitement, and never be called to taste of that bitter cup which young Powers w r as called to drink. Consumption as a Luxury. The Scalpel for April contains a very interesting ar ticle on consumption, based upon a theory promulgated by Dr. Washington. The substance of it amounts to this : That the food we eat is first converted into albu men; that the albumen is conveyed by a vein, into which it is directly deposited to the right side of the heart; that it is thence transferred at once to the lungs, where it is converted by the air we breathe into blood ; that if this air be insufficient in quantity or indifferent in qual ity, the albumen, instead of turning into blood, forms tubercles, and l,hese tubercles are the physical elements of consumption. That is, in few and plain words, the whole of the new theory. Os course the remedy is a simple one—viz: plenty of good fresh air. Nothing could be cheaper—nothing more satisfactory. But will it do ? We incline to answer in the affirmative. We have known more than one consumptive friend who. af ter despairing of all help by means of medicine, have effectually cured themselves by the most reckless ex posure to every species of weather. Fresh air, we have every reason to know, is one of the best medicaments in the whole catalogue of human renovators. It has but one fault—it’s too economical. Nobody likes to get well so inexpensively ! This may seem odd ; but it is true, nevertheless. We take as much pride in our sick ness as we do in any other luxury we possess, or fancy we can afford to indulge in; and poor human nature, as Mrs. Bing says, in the play, “can not bear to have lux uries so cheap as to be really vulgar.”— Sunday Times. Lord Shaftesbury on the Temperance Move ment. Presiding at a temperance meeting in Surrey Chapel, London, a few days ago, the Earl of Shaftesbury said he was quite ready to admit that if people could be per suaded to adopt the abstinence rule, it was a far more simple and effective plan than the rule of moderation, which other persons proposed to carry out. The great authority of Dr. Johnson was in favor of this opinion; and even the great difficulty ot bringing the whole na tion, by law or persuasion, to one uniform obedience to this rule, was no reason against the continuance of ef forts which could not fail to be extremely useful. The standard ought to be maintained high, though all might not attain to it. The habit of drinking, in thiscountry, was the root of 19-20ths of all the evils which beset the great majority of the working classes, and in reference to lunacy, he could say, after many years’ experience as the chairman of the Commission on Lunacy, that if habits of temperance had universally prevailed, 17-20ths of the existing insanity would not have had a being. He had been perfectly astonished to find the extent to which insanity proceeded from no other cause than the intemperate use of fermented and other alcoholic drinks. The noble earl dwelt strongly on the necessity for sani tary and social reform to assist in the promotion of so briety; he knew many families who had altogether changed in consequence of an improved state of their dwellings, and the absence ofinimediatc temptations of drinking. “They Say.” “They Say” —who arc they? Who aro the cowled monks, the hooded friars who glide, with shrouded faces, in the profession of life, muttering, in an unknown tongue, words of mysterious import ? Who arc they ? The midnight assassins of reputation, who lurk in the by-lanes of society with dagger tongues, sharpened by invention and envenomed malice, to draw the blood of innocence, and, hyena like, banquet on the dead. Who are they ? They are a multitude no man can number, black souled familiars of tho inquisition of slander, searching for victims in every city, town and village, wherever the heart of humanity throbs, or the ashes of morality find rest. Oh, coward, world-skulkers! Give me a bold brigand who thunders along the highways with flashing weapon that cuts the sunbeam as well as the shades; give me the pirate who unfurls the black flag, emblem of his terrible trade, and shows the plank which vour doomed feet must tread; but save me from tho “They Sayers” of society, whose knives are hid den in a velvet sheath; whose bridge of life is woven in flowers, and who spread, with invisible; poison, even the spotless whiteness of tho winding sheet.— Mrs. Lee Henls. The Law. —$tudy—Study the Law! How invitingly yon row of sages smile upon you! With what a dulcet note doth Wisdom, clad in sober calf, invoke me to her banquet and her shows! There may he who feeds, grow great on dead men’s brains; there may lie trace a web of hubbub words which craft may turn into a net ot steel; there learn, when Justice weighs poor bleeding Truth, to make her mount by flaw and doubt; and seS recorded, ay, ten thousand times, how Quibble, with his varnished cheek, hath laughed defrauded Justice out of court! -a, A Wife’ll Blasts Against Tobacco. BY “HOOPS.” He sits in the corner from morning to night, ’Tis smoke, chew, smoke, He rises at dawn his pipe to light, Goes puffing and chewing with all his might. Till the hour of sleep. ’Tis his delight To smoke, chew, smoke. The quid goes in when the pipe goes out, ’Tis chew, chew, chew; Now, a cloud of smoke goes up from his throat, Then, his mouth sends a constant stream afloat, ’Tis chew, chew, chew. He sits all day in smoke or fog, ’Tis puff, puff, puff: He growls at his wife, the cat and dog, He covers with lilth the carpet and rug, And his only answer when I give him a jog, Is puff, puff, puff. The house all o’er, from end to end, Is smoke, smoke, smoke; In whatever room my way I wend, If I take his clothes to patch or mend, Ungrateful perfumes will ever ascend, Os smoke, smoke, smoke. . At home or abroad, afar or near, ’Tis smoke, chew, smoke; His mouth is stuffed from ear to ear, Or puffing the stump of a pipe so dear, And his days will end, I verily fear, In smoke, smoke, smoke. Young ladies, beware, live single indeed, Ere you marry a man who uses “the weed:” Better that husbands you should ever lack, 0, Than marry a man that uses Tobacco. A Curiosity— A Rumseller’s “Pure” Liquors. We have noticed for a week or so past, an advertisement posted about our city, which is really a curiosity, ft em anates from an establishment on Portland Street, known to a great many we dare say. The advertisement is headed “Effects of Doctored Liquors upon the Human System.” We give the principle part—the cream of the document: “It is now twenty-five [2s] years since 1 first began to impress upon the minds of my fellow men, the fatal effects of drinking ‘adulterated liquors.” Still with all my preaching, ‘Men will put into their mouths that which steals away their brains.’ This ‘Liquid fire, made up of noxious and villainous compounds, ex cites men to deeds of riot, robbery, and blood; and by so doing, diminishes the comforts, augments the ex penses, and endangers the welfare of the community. This is one reason why the Nuisance Law has recently been enforced in this City and State. Now, I deal in Liquors which will aid the vital pow ers of human beings, strengthen their reason, increase their fortune, and insure their peace. Which will cause fathers to be Christians, wives beautiful and kind, children happy, and all prosperous. Pure Liquor was never known to injure any one in moderation.” Now ifthat is not decidedly cool, we never saw any thing that was. What do our city fathers think of the reason that is given for their enforcing the “nuisance law,” lately? If the rumseller is wright, we need expect no enforcement of any law in Boston, provided the liquor sold is only good. He is struck, also, with the pecul iar qualities of the liquor sold. We intend to look round a little and see where the fathers are who are made Christians, the wives who are made kind and prosper ous, and the children who are made happy. The liquor must be better than any ever sold before, if it has this effect. It can’t be the regular r. g. It will be well enough to have it sent to the State assayer and ana lyzed. There is one item of information added to the above advertisement, which may be very interesting. It reads, “What has caused me to pay the sum of $44,- 000 in eleven years for rent ? I will answer—keeping good pure liquors.” There’s for you. Profitable bus iness, that rumselling. The whole advertisement speaks for itself. It needs no comment. It is worthy of a rumseller. The fellows engaged in the rum trade, however, need not advertise by means of hand-bills. Their staggering advertisements are to be seen on every hand. They may be seen lying under lamp-posts, piled away in doorways and by-ways. They may be seen in our station houses, in the tombs, in the Police Court, in the House of Correction, in the State Prison. These are the fit advertisements of the rumsellers, which are truthful and not deceptive. Every rum row is an advertisement. Every deed of blood is an adver tisement. No need is there of printing hand-bills.— Boston Visitor. Literature oi tire Bible. Not to contend for the inspiration of the Bible, how can any one when he looks at the beautiful and sublime torm in which it is couched, sneer at this ancient book? Its aetheticals merit, if nothing else, should secure it from contempt. Where do you find the beautiful pre cision of language, the graphic splendor ofthought, and eventual sublimity of Genesis ‘ Has any narrative ever equalled the story of Joseph? Can you compare any .yr ical poet to him who, thousands of years ago, sung : The Heavens declare the glory of God ; And the firmament sheweth His Handiwork; Day unto day uttereth speech, And night unto night sheweth knowledge. * * -* -3 * the earth shook and trembled; The foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken, because He was wroth. There went up a smoke out of His nostrils, and fire out of His mouth devoured: Coals were kindled by it. He bowed the heavens also and came down ; And darkness was under his feet. And He rode upon a cherub and did fly ; Yea, He did fly upon the wings of the wind. He made darkness His secret place ; His pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies. * s- *- * * • 3 The Lord also thundereth in the heavens, and the Highest gave His voice ; Hail stones and coals of fire. * * * 3 * 3 Then the channels of waters were seen, And the[foundations of the world were discovered at Thy rebuke. In modern dramatic composition, where can you find the unity, the boldness of imagery, and ethical sub limity, that satisfies, astonishes, and elevates the soul, of Job ? Where is the pathos equal to that found in the story of Ruth and Naomi ? What biographer has ap proached the Evangelists in manly simplicity, direct ness, and vraisemblance ? Who has yet reached the brilliant, grand and awful imagery of the dweller in Patmos ? Yes the literature alone of the Bible is an inestima ble treasure to thfc world ; and the one denying its in spiration, must indeed also add the sin of horrible taste to his infidelity, if he underrates or denies its thousand beauties of style and thought.— New York Ledger. What Rum Will Do. At the meeting at the Home on Monday evening last week, a speech was made by a gentleman from a town not a thousand miles from Boston, which shows what the use of intoxicating drinks will do for man, and also what good effects flow from intemperance. Years ago heresided in our city, was worth his thousands, and was in the annual receipt of a very large income from a pro fessional practice. He was looked up to and courted as moving in a high social position. He studied with one of our first physicians, graduated at Harvard, and was a fine specimen of a true gentleman. He had a most excellent family around him, whom he tenderly loved. But he gradually formed the habit of stimulat ing. He used, Tong before it was found out, a consider able quantity of stimulatingarticles. He went on, step by step, until he found himself in the mire of intem perance. His prospects began to grow dark, indeed. Friends began to turn towards him the cold shoulder. He next experienced the loss of property. Misfortune crowded opon him. At last he went to a neighboring town. He commenced business. He resolved to re form. By strong efforts at self-control, he was success ful. He is at present in a lucrative profession, is res pected and beloved by his townsmen, has been able to educate his son and daughter at one of our best literary institutions, and once more lives and moves in society, an honored and useful citizen, doing good to his fellow men. Such instances as these speak powerfully for our cause, and convince the world that temperance has great blessings to bestow upon all who follow in her ways.— Boston Visitor. Population of the Globci A distinguished professor of the University of Berlin, Herr Dietrich, has lately addressed a paper to the Academy of Sciences of that city, in regard to the world’s population, and it is generally agreed, that it is the most carefully prepared and most reliable work that has yet appeared on this interesting subject. After some de tailed estimates in regard to the five great divisions of the world, ho arrives at the conclusion that the present population is twelve hundred and eighty-tliree millions, as follows: Population of Europe, 272,000,000 “ Asia, 720,000,000 “ America, 200,000,000 “ Africa, 89,000,000 “ Australia,2,ooo,ooo Total population oi the globe, 1,283,000,000 The average number of deaths per annum, in certain places where records are kept, is about one to every forty inhabitants. At the present time, the number of deaths in a year would be about 32,000,000, which is more than the present population of the United States. At this rate the average number of deaths per day is about 87,672 ; the average per hour about 3,753; the av erage per minute about 61 ! Thus at least every second a human life is ended. As ihe births considerably ex-/ ceed the deaths, there are probably seventy or eighty human beings born per minute. Liohlning, Steel Hoops and False Teeth.— lt is supposed that the lightning which recenlly killed Miss .Nancy Godfrey, in Cambridge, Mass., while sitting at her chamber window, was attracted by the metal in her hoops, which was partially melted, and her artificial teeth, which were found at some distance from her. At the Fourth of July celebration held at Lexington, the following toast was offered: ‘ “Hoops and Tight Pants—the unqualified representa tives of financial extremes. May the charms of the la dies be as boundless as their skirts ; and may the gents ftever get as light as their breeches.” [Written for the Georgia Temperance Crusader.] Answer to “Saucy Kate.” In answer to Miss Saucy Kate, Who on the first of May, One thousand eight hundred and fifty-eight, Proceeded thus to say : A lady, who believes she can A blessing prove to any man, Now tired of a single life, Is much disposed to be a wife, &c. I’ve scanned thoso lines with wistful eye, To mark their true design; And yet, I’m puzzled; still, I’ll try Their meaning to divine. The question first, is Kate sincere? I’ve pondered o’er and o’er; Or will it in the end appear, A ruse, to catch a boor? Again : has Kate portrayed herself Just as she now appears? Or would she make some silly elf An object of her jeers ? Or can it be a plan thus laid, To sound the poet’s brain, That she our effusions may upbraid, From Florida to Maine ? These notions, with a thousand more, Have occupied my brain, Since o’er her lines I chanced to pour, And strove their sense to obtain. But, charity for Saucy’s sex Says, bid it all depart; And let those whims no longer vex My fickle, fluttering heart. No Kate’s in earnest, true as steel ; I know it from her tone; And I no hesitancy feel, My eagerness to own. I am a widower, dear Kate; My age is thirty-four ; I am a native of your State — In Penfield dwelt of yore. I’m six feet high, with dark brown hair, And eyes to correspond; ‘My features rather incline to fair; My person plump and round. I stand erect; no hunch, uncooth, My well formed back doth mark ; In short, the girls have said, forsooth, I’m quite a welcome spark. I’m neither corpulent nor lean ; I’m neither proud nor sloving; But in my dress I’m neat and clean ; In disposition, loving. I’m neither rich nor very poor; My earthly portion’s small; I stand aloof from want’s dread door, And shun her dismal pall. I have a heart submissive, meek. Obliging, true and kind ; And one that longs a mate to seek, Just suited to my mind. And now, Miss Kate, if you’ve been true, In what you have portrayed, I only have to say to you, I’m ready now to wed. Yes, I’m in love ; I feel the flame Now burning in my breast; I’ve read your lines, approve the same And long to know the rest. And now, dear Kate, is it not time To quit this plan of sporting? A little prose instead of rhyme, Or more directly courting. Address me through returning mail, As underneath I’ll write; And rest assured I will not fail To answer yours at sight. At present let me only say What I have said of yore, Which I as warmly feel to-day As ever heretofore. Let this my motto ever be : A non-deceitful lover; And rather would I die for thee Than live for another. Without thee life must be a load, And death a welcome guest; And former scenes that guild my road Be severed from my breast. No other bliss could life impart; None else I wish to share, Could I but dwell within thy heatt, And find a welcome there. Then brightest scenes of mutual love That never could decay, Would clothe life’s moments as they move And sweetly glide away. JAS. M. LUPO, Ouachita City, La., July sth, 1858 [Special Correspondence.] SCENES AND INCIDENTS IN GEORGIA. THE TAILOR’S ADVENTURE. The following incident occurred in the South-western part of the State, at a town intermediate between the cities of Macon and Columbus, about the year 1852. This town was a very thriving one, consisting of six cou m stores, two churches, four bar-rooms, two tai lors, one shoe-shop and tan-yard, one jail and six law yers, one moderate sized cemetery and six doctors, a blacksmith-shop, court-house and a large and magnifi ent hotel. Late one rainy afternoon a journeyman tai lor arrived, and took up his abode with “ mine host ” at the hotel. The day being very wet, and our friend, the tailor, being somewhat dry, he commenced practising a little at the “ bar,” and finally succeeded in soaking both “inner and outer man.” As the genial influence of “decayed-intestine whiskey” began to diffuse itself through his system, his animal courage became so fully developed, that he felt himself to be a man—not the ninth part of one. He began to boast of his herculean powers, and bantered “mine host” for a wrestle. “Our host” was about two feet taller than “ poor snip,” and, although he had passed the meridian of life, had not lost his love for fun and frolic. He agrees to a trial, “the combat deepens,” and our valiant tailor is con quered—laid upon the floor. Slowly arising, he de clares, in an emphatic manner, that his knee is dislo cated, and limps into the reception room. Several doc tors —M. D’s for the occasion only—now made their appearance in the room, and were introduced tothesuf fermg tailor, who was cursing and mourning, when they examined his knee with rigid scrutiny. One gave it as his decided opinion, that it was nothing more than a wind gall; another was equally as decided in his opin ion, that all the lubricating oil in his knee had become exhausted, and, without any lightness in his manner, feelingly advised the patient to drink about half a gal lon of lamp oil to restore it. Ea*-h doctor had a partic ular opinion as to the disease and the remedy, and the tailor refused the advice of any .of them. At last, Dr. Ray, an athletic man, with a genial countenance and smiling face, entered the room and was introduced to the sufferer. After closely examining the injured knee of the tailor, the doctor gravely imformed him of its pre carious condf ->n. Says Snip, “Doctor, how mucli will you charge me to cure it ?” “Five dollars,” replied the doctor. “Oh! Doctor,” says the patient, “that is entirely too much. lam a poor man.” “Oh, well, then,” answered the pseudo doctor, “I won’t charge you anything.” Then get to work—quick,” said, our suffering hero. I he doctor being a notorious wag, we had anticipa ted fun front Ins entrance into the room. The kind learter p lysician sont two youths after some shingles, * n e ic went to his office to procure medicines suita ble for the state and condition of his patient. The yout s returned with the shingles, and the doctor with a Pitch plaster, a piece of homespun, and part of an old co eo sack. Ho had his patient carried up stairs, di vtste ot his clothes and placed upon a bed. Taking t le plaster and holding it over the blaze of a candle for R few minutes, until it became sufficiently heated, be then applied it to the ki*ee of his patient. He then tore the coffee sack into smsll strips and fastened the plaster on with them, and pig eing three shingles around the knee, he secured them in their position with strips of the homespun. As ntiay well be imagined, his knee was very well splintered, and very stiff. The patient, doubting the flexibility of his knee, asked the doctor, “ If I wgant to get out of bed, how shall I manage to do its” The honest doctor, with much naivette, replied, “why, fall out, of course !” The M. D. then.retired to visit his “numerous pa tients”—partiaularly those in that part of the town, known by the euphonious cognonuen of “ Gourd Town.” The plaster beginning to draw pretty freely in a few minutes after the doctor left, the patient tore off the ban dage, and by next morning his 1 yiee was able to resume its wonted functions. In a few days he left and went to a neighboring town, where, after relating the sad accident that befel him, he told those who were listening to him, that lie had found one of the best doctors that ever lived, who, having no thing else handy to bandage his knee with, went home and took his meal bag to bandage it with. A SINGULAR DREAM. An eccentric individual, one Judge II ■, who resi ded near a beautiful inland city, in the Eastern part ol the State, about the time designated for the destruction of the world by the expected comet, had a very singular dream. He dreamed that the prophecy had been ful filled. The comet came, bearing destruction and ruin in its train. Nature was convulsed in the throes of dis solution, and finally melted away in the fervent heat of its agony. He swooned away at the grandeur and so lemnity of the scene, and awoke to consciousness in the regions of the lost. When he discovered the nature and character of his abode, ho did not feel abashed, but taking it quite easy, and being of an inquisitive dispo sition, took a stroll around the place “ to sec and be seen.” The first man lie met in his peregrination he recognized as a Mr. Hyde, who was busily engaged in perusing a latin grammar. He recognized, in a man who was treating all he met out of a junk bottle with no bottom to it, a Mr. B—, an old acquaintance. Next came up a Mr. Loose, riding on a large black horse, with a whip in his hand fifteen feet long, and charging furiously around ; next he came across a venerable man who was using strenuous exertions to thresh out some wheat, so as to get it to market before prices fell, and, to his wonder, recognized him as Deacon Farmer. He thought very strange of this, and so hurried on. He next came across a pork merchant, who was endeavor ing to sell some of his pork, came from the swine men tioned in the scriptures as those into which the evil spirit entered, and caused them to drown themselves. The purchaser good humoredly replied, “ Never mind, I can soon pray it out ; if not, it v>ill do for my negroes.” He recognized the voice as that of an able minister, whom he had often listened to —one Parson Locke. He stood aghast with horror; but, determined to rescue the good parson from the evil place, he gathered him up in his arms and made for the door, and au oke standing on the edge of the bed with a pillow clasped in his arms, which he held with a firm and loving embrace. W. Augusta, August sth, 1858. Atlantic Cable Successful—Signals Per ect Throughout. New York, Aug. 5. —The steamship Niagara, one of the cable fleet, arrived at Trinity Bay on yesterday, and the cable will be landed to-day. The cable has been successfully laid, and the signals are perfect throughout. Letter from Cyrus XV. Field, The President of the Board of Directors of the Atlantic Telegraph Company. Trinity Bay, August sth.—The Telegraph fleet sailed from Queenestown on the 17th of July, and met at mid ocean on the 28th. They made one splice on the 29th, at one o’clock in the afternoon, and then separa ted. The Agamemnon and Valorous started for Va lencia, and the Niagara and Gorgon for this place, where we arrived on yesterday. The cable will be landed to day. The cable is 1,698 nautical, or 1950 statute miles long from the Telegraph House at Bull’s Bay, to the head of Valencia Harbor ; and more than two-thirds of that distance it is laid in water more than two miles deep. The cable was payed out from the Agamemnon at about the same speed as it was from the Niagara ; and the electrical signals sent and received through the whole cable are perfect. The machinery worked most satisfactory, and the paying out of the cable was not stopped for a single mo ment. Captain Hudson and Messrs. Everett and Woodhouse and the Engineers, Electrians and officers of the ship, and every man on board the fleet exerted themselves to the utmost to make the expedition successful, and by the blessings of Divine Providence their efforts were crowned with success. After the cable is landed and connected with the land lines, the Niagara will discharge its cargo belonging to the Telegraph Company, will go to St. Johns tor coal, and then proceed to New York. Cyrus W. Field. Dispatch to President Buchanan. New York. Aug. 9.—President Buchanan, at Bed ford Springs, Va., received the announcement of the success of the Atlantic cable, from Cyrus W. Field, (through the Associated Press.) Mr. Field stated to him that as soon as both ends of the cable were landed Queen Victoria would send forward a message and the cable would be kept free until Mr. Buchanan sent his reply. No Longer Doubtful! Both ends of the Cable landed ! Signals complete ! Trinity Bay. Aug. 7. —The Atlantic cable is a com plete success. Signals are being transmitted through the whole extent. It may, however, be several days, or perhaps weeks, before it is opened to the public. Another dispatch, same date, says both ends of the telegraph cable are now successfully landed and in per fect order. Signals are passing every moment. Strychnine. In St. Louis, a ffw days since, a man named John King, a book-keeper, having been discharged by his employer for drunkenness, procured and took a dose of strychnine. Going into a store where he was known, he borrowed a tumbler, procured lager beer at a drug store near by, and then went up stairs, drank half the beer and laid himself down on a pile of papers, where he went to sleep. The porter of the store was sent for the tumbler, found it half full of lager, and King asleep. He drank the remainder of the dose, in which was the larger part of the poison. In a short time, he was ta ken home, suffering with what was supposed tobechol eramorbus; but when the poison began to work upon King’s bowels, the truth became known, and efforts were made to counteract the effects of the strychnine. It was supposed that both men would die.— Penn. T Vatchman. A Quick Quarter.—A boy worked hard all day for a quarter; he bought apples and took them to town and sold them in Federal street for a dollar. With the dollar he bought a sheep. The sheep brought him a lamb, and her fleece brought another dollar. With a dollar he bought another sheep. The next spring he had twm sheep, two lambs, and a yearling sheep. The fleeces he sold for three dollars, and bought three more sheep. He worked, where he found opportunity, for hay, corn and oats, and pasturing for sheep. He took the choicest care of them and soon had a flock. Their wool enabled him to buy a pasture for them, and by the time he was twenty-one, he had a fair start in life, and all from the quarter earned in one day. Death from a Fly Bite —The Paris Siecle says that a woman residing in the Rue Rochefoaeault was bitten, a few weeks since, in the back of the neck by one of those large flies which feed on decayed meet at this sea son of the year, and died in a few days afterwards, suf fering severely, and in spite of the best medical atten dance. It is supposed that the fly must have eaten car rion immediately before wounding the woman, and the virus which it introduced into the wound quickly spread through the system. Deaths of Distinguished Ladies. —The English pa pers note the decease of two well known female writers Mrs. Marcet and Mrs. London. The former was tor merly very popular asa scientific writer, and had reached the age ot ninety years. The best known works of Mrs. London are: “The Lady’s Flower Garden,” “The Lady’s Country Companion,” “Gardening for Ladies,” and “The Lady’s Companion to the Flower Garden.” Mrs London enjoyed a pension of one hun dred and sixty pounds sterling per annum from the civil list. Dead. —A letter from Montevideo, announces the death of M. Aime Boupland, the famous French natu-*, ralist and traveller; the companion and tutor of Hum boldt; the friend and protege of Josephine. It is stated in this letter that Boupland died at his residence in San Boria, a small Brazilian town, formerly a Jesuit mis sion, about three miles from the banks of the Uruguay river. Party Zeal.— There never was any party, laction, sect, or cabel whatsoever, in which the most ignorant were not the most violent; for a bee is not a busier ani mal than a blockhead. However, such instruments are necessary to politicians; and perhaps it may be with States as with clocks, which must have some dead weight hanging at them, to help and regulate the motion oi the finer and more useful parts.— Pope. m 130-000 BRICKS WANTED. PROPOSALS will be received until Ist September, by the undersigned, for the delivery to them, in Penfield, of 130,000 bricks, on or before the 15th of No-l vember next. Good -clay can be had within a quarter of a mile of the place of delivery. H. H. TUCKER, J. E. WILLET, W. B. SEALS, * Penfield, Green Cos. Ga. N. M. CRAWFORD. Aug. 12, 1858 r GREENE COUNTY SHERIFF’S SALE. WILL be sold before the court-house door in the oity of Greener- W boro, on the FIRST TUESDAY IN SEPTEMBER next, within the legal hours of sale, the following property, ;o-wit: One negro man named Dennis, about 45 years old: Levied on as the property of J. W. Whitlaw, his interest being one-half, to satisfy seven Justice’s 45ourt fi fas issued irora 138th‘district, G. M. Wm. R. Cox ve J. W. Whitlaw. Levy returned to me by Jamm Brooks, constable. ISAAC MORRISON, Sh’#! August 7th, 1848