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•SPUa* cs®<®a^ a3l ‘UMPKRAMJKCBrSADBB. PENi’ii:r,i), <;i.oiu;ia. ; 7.777.. August 26,1858. Thursday Monunff, - TUe Shades.” •‘Destruction shall be Jo the workers of iniquity.” We learn from our Augusta papers, that the notorious establishment located in the rear ofthe United fetates Hotel, known as the “Shades” has been destroyed by fire The loss in liquors is estimated at §looo—no in surance This concern has laid many a deluded wretch in the shade of death, no doubt, but “destruction upon destruction is cried” and “suddenly has the tent and cur tainsbeen destroyed.” Weconsider it nocrime to exult over the downfallofsuchestablishments, however much may be the loss of the proprietor; for his loss will be gain to humanity, society, civilization, morality, Chris tianity, and perhaps may be the eternal gain to thou sands of immortal souls. If there is not moral stamina sufficient among the people to sweep these infa mous dens from our midst, there are scathing thunder bolts enough in Go’ds artillery to blast them, and they will be sent down for that purpose. Can grogshops be destroyed ! If not, there is no hope for society; no truth in religion—no God. We might as well cast our Bibles into the flames, and burn our statutes and constitutions with them. If this question be answered in the negative we might as well say that society is wronged from the very necessity of the case, or that man has a natural and inherent right to cheat, murder and curse his fellow men. But “hell and des truction are never full,” and grogshops, with all their drunkards, shall certainly ‘‘be destroyed and that with out remedy.” After xve are Dead We may have a few warm friends during our lives—a fa ther and mother, or perhaps a brother, sister or a bosom companion, to whom we can turn in life and feel that they love us; but after we are gone, who will think of us? Our nearest and most dear Iriends soon cease to repeat our names, or to think that we ever existed. Our offensive bodies are hurried to Potter’s field, the damp earth is heaped upon us and we are left alone ; our friends return to their pleasant pastimes, the birds sing as sweetly, the sunshines as brightly, and the world moves on as though nothing had occurred—we are thought of no more. Our death was but a pebble dropped in the sea which produced a few light ripples upon the surface, but in a few moments all were smooth again. “ Generation after generation,” says a fine writer, “have felt as we now feel, and their lives were as active as our own. They passed away like a vapor, while nature wore the same aspect of beauty as when her Cre ator commanded her to be. The heavens shall be as bright over our graves as they are now around our paths. The world will have the same attractions for our off spring yet unborn, that she had once for our children. Yet a little while all this will have happened. The throbbing heart will be stilled and we shall be at rest. Our funeral will wend its way, and the prayers will be said, and we shall be left behind in silence and darkness for the w r orm. And it may be for a short time we shall be spoken of, but the things of life will creep in, and our names will soon be forgotten. Days will contiue to move on, and laughter and song will be heard in the room in which we died; and the eye that wept for us will be dried, and glisten again with joy ; and even our children will cease to think of us, and will not remem ber to lisp our names.” Rum is not a Gift of God. From the hands of that benevolent Being who sitteth upon the “circle of the universe,” directing the destiny of the human family, we receive naught to injure or molest us—all his dispensations are for our good, and that only—and all his gifts are for our happiness while upon the earth. Those mighty engines of human des truction which damn our earth and obscure Heaven, are of human origin and human invention; Rum, the great Sire of them all was conceived, concocted, and created by man, for no where in creatfon can it be found among the gifts of our Heavenly Father. The follow ing beautiful paragraph upon this point we find among our scissorings: “We affirm that in all the world—nay, in all the uni verse of God, there is not a lake, a river, a streamlet or a fountain, of intoxicating drinks. There is no such thing in nature. Water, God has everywhere given, spread it all over the world, sent it down from the clouds, sent it bubbling up from the earth, made it journey in ceaseless activity in rills and streams and great rivers towards the ocean. He has, wherever man can live, given it to him at his very door, but intoxicating drinks he his provided no where on the face ofthe wholeearth. That ‘gift,’ whether ‘good’ or evil, is not the gift of God, but the invention of man—an invention that has destroyed more lives, desolated more homes, occasioned more sorrow and anguish, than war, pestilence and famine combined. It may by many be thought a ques tionable policy to deprive men of the use of it by legit imate enactment, but to call intoxicating drinks the ‘Good gift of God’ is an abuse of terms, and a burning reproach upon the benevolence and holy attributes of the Deity.” Spurgeon, the Bistingnisihed English Divine. As Spurgeon, the celebrated English divine, whose preaching has created so much excitement in Great Britain, is about toyisit this country, a short description pf him will not be uninteresting. Mr. Field, the Lon don correspondent ofthe New York Evangelist, who heard him preach lately, to an audience of eight or ten thousand persons, in Musical Hall in that city, says: Neyer had a speaker a more unpromising exterior than Mr. Spurgeon. He is very short and very fat, and altogether what we call chubby, and as hegoes waddling up the stairs he looks more like an overgrown boy than a fully developed man. Nor does his countentmce be token superior intellect. His forehead is low, and his upper lip is so short that it shows his teeth, which gives his mouth the appearance of a simper or a grin. Surely, I thought, eloquence cannot come out of such a mouth as that. But the impression which a physiognomist might form from these dull and heavy features is dispelled as seon as he begins to speak. Then his countenance lights up with animation. His voice is full and clear, and rings through the hall like a clarion, filling every ear with melodious sound. - He speaks extemporaneously, without a note, and his singular eloquence and simplicity of language are most remarkable, and have given him greater notoriety than any clergyman in England. So great are the crowds that flock to hear him that a small fee is charged for admission, in order to prevent confusion ancf disorder. He speaks twelve times a week, and yet enjoys excel lent health. The London Times on Cuba. The London Times continues to advocate a transfer of Cuba to the United States. On the 4th nit., it had an elaborate article on the slave trade, which concludes in the following remarkable strain; At this time, if we realjy wish to stop the slave trade, and are ready to sacrifice our national jealousies to that object, we hgve ainoady hinted at the most effectual course. The United States are unfortunately not above allowing the irregular use ot their flag in the slave trade between Africa and Cuba. But they stand rather too high in the scale of nations as well as in their own es teem to permit a slave trade into their own ports. Cuba once annexed, the whole trade comes to an end, and not a port will remain open where the slaver can land his wretched cargo. Spain has long since forfeited all abso lute claim to oitr interposition in her behalf. Indeed, by this time, we presume, she would rather not be assisted by us, be the cause good or had. Are we, then, pre pared to make this sacrifice of national feeling for the sake of that philanthropy which we arc always preach ing to the world at the point, of the bayonet and mouth of the cannon ? We ask no reply: we only suggest that if England chooses to regard the slave trade as the greatest of human crimes, and its extinction au object worth fleets, quarrels ami wars, then she may some day be called on to prove her sincerity by acquiescing in the only mean to this end, however disagreeable. W.eonly wish that Spain could be warned in time; but warning is not for Spain. Had she listened to warning she might still have stood in the first class of nations- But, as far as Spain is concerned, we must bow to. Lord Palmer ston’s authority. She only regards force. Unfortu nately, with all our cruisers, we have not the same lev erage upon her as that in the hands of our American cousins. We may vainly attempt to watch her ports and scrutinize her traffic ; once they step in, they will wipe out not only the slave trade, but Cuba itself, from the list of Spanish iniquities .” J&*New York eily, (says the Mobile Advertiser,) seems to be a nest of criminals. The Mayor has shown up and dispersed the horde of gift swindlers, lottery policy dealers, mock auctioneers, and has now made a descent upon the rogues who keep pretended offices for the sale of tickets to California, Europe, the West, &c. here are eleven of these shops, employing at least a hundred and fifty runners, who enter the railway cars, steam ferry and other boats approaching the city, and canvass among the passengers for victims. A man unac- STL'Si*’, ZT T hc ci,y is ‘ ,re,,y s “ re 10 f inlo their hands and be plundered wiihout mercy. If the conductor of a tram attempts to stop them they overpower him at once. ’ y Plt'HSittlli* One of bhr most distinguished and worthy public men indulges iii the following pleasant humor at our mutual expense : Atlanta, 20th August, 1858. Dear Seals : On opening this morning’s Crusuder I saw that you had been “son struck.” Glad it was not coup de soliel. Having “aforetime” been struck, as you were, seven times, 1 can and do sympathise with you. And so knowing, inclose you $5 00. I do not know how much I am due the Crusader. please pay the “ Knight” and place the balance, it any, to tiie credit of Your friend, • * * Such sympathy we arc at this time eminently qual ified to appreciate, and can testify that it possesses far more virtue than lobelia, allopathic pills ox chalybeate water. This demonstrates a valuable truth for the pub lic,|that it docs not always require a physician to doctor a patient. We desire to remain upon this course of treatment for an indefinite length of time, as it is cer tainly the sovereign remedy in our case. Our highly esteemed friend will accept many grateful acknowledgements for his early and timely testimonial of sympathy, and wc hope many of our friends will imi tate thc noble example he has set. Grass Widows in Indiana. A correspondent of the Dayton Journal, who has been travelling out in the Wabash regions of Hoosier dom, discovered one peculiarity in every town he tar ried in: Speaking of grass reminds me of the fact that Indiana (and particularly the Wabash) is literally swarming with grass widows. Every hotel or tavern has or have had one or more of those bewitching vixens domiciled with them for ten days, which makes them citizens and residents ofthe State of Indiana, and with a little hard swearing, natives too. At the expiration of ten days a suit is commenced against some vile husband, and, as a matter of course, a divorce is granted, if for no oth er cause than incompatibility of temper. Here are con gregated front all the States in the Union (except Illi nois, who is a competitor for this profitable lawyer trade) all thcdisconsolated grass widows. A case I heard of in Peru, where the widow of a millionaire had come from Brazil, remained here ten days, got her di vorce, with SIOO,OOO of alimony, and would have had more, but old Croesus had no more in the United States that was comeatable. That’s So. The Chicago Journal has the following, which is “true to nature Did yon ever sit by a camp-fire of your own kindling, and watch the smoke as it grew thinner and bluer, and meandered its way up among the thick and clustering leaves, and mingled at last with the sky, that it never stained at all? Did you ever eat a fish of your own catching and dressing and cooking, served upon a plat ter of a leaf.Jwith a pinch of salt for seasoning? It is a luxury, sometimes, to get away from luxuries; and what a blessing a good honest “tired” is; no rheumatic twinge; no weariness that just results from want to real animating work, but a right down muscu lar ache, that makes you say of the pillow ofevergreens, “it is down,” and of the blanket, “it is bliss.” You look up through the trees at the stars that are never “turned off,” and in a minute you seem to be gliding down a gentle river, and are fast asleep. And then, when the morning sets the forest afire, you do not get up by degrees, like a dromedary, but casting the ma sonic “drapery ofyout couch” aside, you leap upon your feet with a spring, “clothed, and in your right mind;” rearer right than you have been since you were in those same woods before. There is a directness about this wild-woods life that links, as in a little chain, the effort and the success. “Papa goes to town to make bread,” said a little five year old daughter of a friend who goes country-ward to bed; “why doesn’t he bring a loaf home some times?” In artificial life, it is so with children of a larger growth; the intermediate series of meant separates the labor from the bread, and so the latter is deprived or half its sweetness. But in the woods it is not so; a man catches his dinner with a hook, or he brings it down with a rifle, or he plucks it up by the roots ; he earns it before he eats it, and that thought and eflort make the most piquant sauce, sometimes. Thc ft ucell’s Message. To the President ofthe United! States, IVas-hington : The Queen desires to. congratulate the President upon the successful completion of thisgreat international work, in which the Queen has taken the deepest interest. The Queen is convinced 1 that the President will join with her in fervently hoping that the electric cable, which now connects Great Britain with the United States, will prove an additional link between the nations whose friendship is founded upon their common inter ests and reciprocal esteem. Thc Queen has much pleasure in thuscoimnunicating with the President, of renewing to him her wishes for the prosperity of the United States. THE PRESIDENT'S MESSAGE IN REPLY TO QUEEN VICTORIA. The President coidially reciprocates the congratula tion ot her Majesty, the Queen, on the success of the great international enterprise, accomplished by the sci ence, skill and indomitable energy of the two countries. It is a triumph more glorious because far more useful to mankind than was ever won by the conqueror on the field of battle. May the Atlantic Telegraph, under thc blessir.gs of Heaven, prove tobeabondof perpetual peace and friend ship, between the kindred nations ; and an instrument destined by Divine Providence to diffuse religion, civil ization, liberty and law, throughout thc world. In this view, will not all the nations of Christendom spontane ously unite in the declaration, that it shall be forever neutral; and that its communications shall be held sa cred, in passing to their places of destination, even in the mid6t of hostilities. Washington City, Aug. IC, 1858, The Five Great Waves. The first great wave of the temperance ocean rose up and rolled over the land under the early labors of Ilevv itt, Edwards, Beecher, Kittridge, and their compeers in 1826-’29. It promised thorough work wherever there was a conscience and a heart. But it subsided in 1833 and 1834, as reformed men wont back upon cider and ale, and gentlemen were satisfied with wine, though they relinquished the fruits of the still. The second great wave rose and rolled in with mighty power, in 1836, as the whole real temperance commu nity rushed to the rescue of the cause, and rejected from their tables and sideboards wine and all fermented drinks. Everything promised mighty results, but thedistilleries, breweries and rumshops continued to do their horrid work, and drunkards increased rather than diminished; and though total.abstainers saved themselves, they did not save the lower population from revelling in the dram shops, and the wave, in a year or two, sunk away and was almost forgotten. In 1840, the third great wave came in, beginning at Baltimore, and rolling in on all the coast. It swelled out, pouring over the whole land, and rescuing every drunkard from ruin. An hundred and fifty thousand miserable inebriates were buoyed up and carried to the safe port of total abstinence, and there was great joy throughout the whole country. Oh! that Washingto nian wave ! How great —how blessed—never to be for gotten ! But the traffic was unmolested. It was li censed in every State. The reformed men believed they could subdue it by love. But alas! the snare and ♦ lie trap were too well laid for the feeble andill-fatedin ebriates. Had we then had a Maine Law, all might have been saved. But we had not; and the unholy traffic overrode the whole of that beautiful work, and swept it nearly all away. The order of the Sons ofTem perance came to thc rescue, and so prolonged, for a sea son, the mercy. In 1851, rose the fourth mighty wave, commencing at Portland, Maine, and swelling out all down the Atlantic coast, and over the Green Mountains, and rolling over upon the vast and beautiful fields of Indiana, Michigan and Wisconsin.’ A burning indignation at the traffic filled the breast of thousands and tens of thousands, and men and women, fathers and mothers said we must outlaw this terrible evil, and give our land a freedom from ths scourge. The hopes of all considerate men Wjfirc.grftafly animated. But that wave dashed against higjh and terriffic rocks, constitutions and courts and rich barricades, and was lost in circuitous political mountain passes; and after a short period it was put back, and the whole was pronounced a failure to accom plish all it promised. But.the end is not yet. A fifth wave is to roll in. We know not what is to be, or when it is to come. But we think we see it. It is coming. Perhaps not in the form, of law or association or ecclesiasticism; but it may be in the mighty power of public sentiment—a sen timent seizing thc minds of the masses—a rising of thc whole, people as. the heart of one man against the traffic in all its operations, as the scourge of the world, vvhioh may almost, in a day, sweep it entirely from the earth. We will look and pray for it. It will be no more sur prising than the waves which have already rolled in, and effected such signal blessings.— Jour. Am. Temp. Union. A Revolutionary Goose. A correspondent of the Cincinnati (Ohio) Gazette, writing from Hunsterdon N. J., says there is a goose owned by Mr. Schortip", in that vicinity, which is now 83 years old! When the news came to the peo ple of Redington township, Hunterdon county, that, the war was over, they concluded to havea jolification, and an ancestor of Mr. Schomp, killed three out of four geese, which he had at the time ; and the eurvivor is the one spoken of, and “still lives.” The present Mr. 3chomp has owned the goose for the last fifty years. j£#~Thc last .Central Georgian says: “Wc have been requested by the corresponding .Secretary of the Plan ter’s Club of Hancock, to state that at a meeting of the Executive Committee, held last Thursday in Sparta, the time for holding the next annual meeting was fixed for Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday, the 27th, 28th, 29th and 30th of October next. The main features of the premium list correspond very nearly to those of previous fairs, and wc will endeavor shortly to place the most important of them before our readers. In the mean time, we call the[attention of exhibitors, especially tlic horse fanciers, to thc following new additional fea tures of the list: For the best horscbackjrtdcr—lady or girl, $5 00 “ man or boy, 500 For thc fastest trotting horse, 5 oo “ “ pacer, 5 00 Melancholy Affair in Ncirnau, By the Constitutionalist we learn that a man by the name of Byrd Martin shot Jesse B. Long with a pistol, on Thursday, 12th inst. through thc head and back of the ear, the ball lodging in his forehead. Long was ri ding through the town of Newnan at the time, and only survived some five hours. Martin and his brother, who were concerned.in the difficulty, made their escape. The party was from Carroll county; the Marlins are both respectable young men, whose characters stood high, both in Carroll and Coweta, up to the time of the unfortunate affair. Martin was clerk of McKinzie &, Cadow; he had been sent for, his father having attemp ted suicide in consequence of threatened lawsuits by Long ; they had attempted to whip Long at the depot, who, raising his stick in defense, was shot. Life, Death and Marriage* A curious and instructive article is given in the last number ofthe Christian Examiner. It alludes to the material condition of the people of Massachusetts. We learn from it, that ofthe 1,132,369 persons that consti tuted the population of that State, on the Ist of June, 1855, 1,122,463 were of the Caucasian race; 9476 were ofthe African race; and 189 were red men; of the whole only six were of unmixed Indian blood. There are also within the state 106 women to 100 men. The following extract embodies some suggestive facts; In looking at the occupations of people, we find that about 41,000 men work upon leather, either in manu facturing the article or moulding it into various forms. There are 1800 docters; 1750 ministers, of large and small denominations; 1545 printers ; 1584 coopers; 1116 lawyers, and 1080 peddlars. Out of a hundred males over 15 yeare old, 3 work in factories, 5 are sailors, 9 are traders, 17 are farmers, 18 are laborers, and 37 me chanics, of whom 12 work upon leather; every eighth man in the State is a shoemaker. In 1856 there were 12,265 couples married in Massa chusetts. The number is 1418 less than that ot 1854. The writer asks, is marriage diminishing in Massachu setts? He adds, “the extravagant habits ot luxurious men and women put marriage out of the reach of man, vanity prevailing over affection, As flounces increase in number and grow in size, wives diminish and less en. A woman becomes an article of luxury.” In regard to age at the time of marriage, the writer says, “at 20 the maiden has escaped about one-fourth part of the risk of being married, but sailing is now dangerous; “at 25 a little more than two-thirds of the peril is gone; while at 30 there is only about one chance in six that she will ever encounter that ship wreck.” Out of 200 babies born in Massachusetts, about 103 are boys and 97 girls ; this rule seems to be nearly con stant in the State. In the seven years irom 1850 to 1857 there were but 13,182 children born in Suffolk county to American fathers ; while the foreign fathers rejoiced in the pater nity of 26,924 children. Jews in Parliament. On the 27th of July, at the morning session of the House of Commons, Baron Rothchild presented himseli to be sworn before taking his seat. The scene is thus described: A few minutes after 12 o’clock, and before the com mencement of public business, Baron Rothchild entered the House, and took a seat on one of the benches below the Speaker’s gallery. He was accompanied by several private friends. The number of members present at the time, was very small, but the benches on either side gradually filled, and more than one hundred honorable gentleman voted in the division which subsequently took place. The Speaker: Any honorable member who desires to take his seat will please come to the table to be sworn. Baron Rothchild immediately presented himselfat the bar, where he was met by Lord John Russell and Mr. Abel Smith, who, amid considerable cheering from the opposition benches, led him to the table. He was about to take a copy of the prescribed oath from the hands of the clerk, when Mr. Warren rose to order, and begged to put a question to the Speaker. The honorable “and learned gentleman, however, was not allowed to pro ceed, being received with cries of“ order!” and “chair.” The Speaker: The taking of his seat by an honora ble member is a matter of privilege, and ought not to be interrupted by any discussion. (Cheers.) A copy of the new oath being offered to him, he stated to the Speaker that lie had a conscientious objection to taking the oath in the form tendered to him, and he was thereupon requested to withdraw. Lord J. Russell then moved a resolution in conformity with the act, to the effect that the Baron, a person professing the Jewish religion, was prevented from sitting and voting in the House by reason of his conscientious objection to take the oath in the form required by the act. After some remarks by Mr. Warren, it was agreed to. Lord J. Russell then moved a further resolution, likewise in pursuance ol the act, “ that any person professing the Jewish religion may henceforth, on taking the oath pre scribed in an act ofthe present session of Parliament to entitle him to sit and vote in this House, omit the words, ‘and I make this declaration upon the true faith of a Christian.’ ” Mr. Warren said he should take the sense of the House upon this resolution. The House was divided, and thc resolution was carried by sixty nine to thirty-seven. Baron Rothchild then advanced to the table, conducted by Lord John Russell and Mr. A. Smith as before, and as he walked up the floor of thc House he was greeted with loud cheering from the opposition benches. He desired to be sworn upon the Old Testament, and his request being at once complied with by the Speaker, he took the new form of oath, omitting the words, “ and I make this declaration upon the true faith of a Chris tian.” The honorable gentleman then signed the roll of Parliament; and after shaking hands with the Speak er and the Chancellor of the Exchequer, he took a seat on the front opposition bench. He there received the congratulation of many honorable members. “ Under the Rose ’’—What it Means. This proverbial expression, like mostothers that have been long in use, cannot be traced, with absolute cer tainty, to its origin, but can only be made the subject of conjectures more or less probable. Some of these conjectures are as follows : 1. It was once customary for the Popes to consecrate roses, and use them as presents, unexpensive to the gi ver, but of great price in the eyes of tne credulous re ceiver. From this originated thc practice ofplacing ro ses over the door of confessionals, and as the most pro found secrecy was there observed, the rose soon became an emblem of secrecy. 2. Thc expression took its origin from the adoption of red and while roses ns the respective emblems of the houses of York and Lancaster, during the bloody wars with which they desolated England. These opposite emblems were the signs of the taverns near the Parlia ment House, in Westminster, where were the head quarters of the two rival factions; and as measures of annoyance or of defence were adopted in secret con clave at one or the other of these taverns,everythingse cret was said to be done “under the roses.” 3. It is certain, however, that tftte rose was the em blem of secrecy long before confessionals were estab lished, or Yorkers or Lancasterians plotted against each other. Harpocrates, the Roman God of Silence, was represented as a young man with one finger placed on his lips, and a rose in the other hand. It was said that Cupid gave him the rose to bribe him from betraying the Amours of Venus. The ancients, therefore, sculp tured a rose over the doors or on the ceilings of their festival halls, as a hint to her guests that nothing which was said in moments of conviviality was to be repeated elsewhere. Some instances of the same practice are to be found in modern buildings. It was in the r pavilion of an Amsterdam burgomaster’s county site,'and be neath a stucco rose which ornamented the ceiling that William 111. communicated to his host and another bur gomaster his intended invasion of England. In the di ning-room of thc “ Bear club,” in Birmingham, Eng land, there was once a carved rose in the centre of the ceiling, under which, it is said, that the Jacobite mem bers of the Club, in its early days, used todrink as their first toast, “ The health ofthe King, under the rose,” meaning the Pretender. In the hall of Lullington Cas tle, in Kent, was to be seen a few years ago, and, per haps, still a carving of a rose surrounded by an inscrip tion as follows: “ Kentish true blue, Take this as a token, That what is said here Under the rose is spoken.” In the absence of satisfactory evidences 01 any other origin, it may be regarded as tolerably certain that the phrase had the mythological last mentioned. It is the white rose to which allusion is made. The rose which Harpocrates held in his hand was white, and it is the white rose that Byron, in “ The Bride of Abydo,” ren dered sacred in the silence of thc tomb. He says that over the tomb of Zuleika, “ A single rose is shedding Its lovely lustre meek and pale; It looks ns planted by despair— So white--so faint the slightest gale Might whirl the leaves on high.” — N. Y. Observer. A Fiend.—A family named Stearns, residing in Co rinth, N. Y., were recently arrested for cruel treatment of a young girl who was bound to them. Mrs. Stearns, besiaes ordering her husband and son to administer sundry severe whippings, had atone time tied the girPs hands behind her, and then, with a shoemaker’s awl, pinned her up to the door by her ear ! For this fiendish conduct the wretch was fined the sum of one dollar! J I*OOH Ton. A PICTURE OF THE RVitt TRAFFIC. Toll! How mournfully the tone rail” through tlie air! thou its musical cadence died awuy till all was still. No ! all was not still; lor a bird was singing without and the light breath of summer came floating into the room where 1 lay and bore its tremulous song to my car. I arose and looked through the casement into the lat ticed porch. The geranium, the rosebush, the vine and the honey-suckle, spreading out their tender leaves, ob structed the view, but, nevertheless, left room for a glimpse into a pleasant garden, where the flowers are smiling. llow peaceful! After all, is this not a happy world ? Toll! ® * & Toll! Again that sound ; but this time its fainting mur murs were caught up and prolonged by another more deep-toned thin the first. The inarticulate harmony tells more forcibly than words that “man gocth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets.” There is a sadness and yet sweetness in the knell—a mourning, and yet a joy. Just such a grand requiem as the saints should have; sorrow for our lost, joy for their triumph. But, O! it may not be the body of a departed believer that now takes its last journey! Oto think that when the last trumpet shall sound—alas! alas ! Come with me, enter a sick chamber. A bloated form lies before you ; the eyes glare wildly around as he wakes from a stupid slumber, and a sepulchral voice breaks the silence, “Where is my bottle?” “Tom, replies a middle-aged man by the btd-sidc—it was kindly but firmly spoken—“ Tom, you have drunk all that was in the bottle; and you should’nt have had that, if I had not been afraid you would sink before your medicine could act.” “I want my bottle, 1 tell you. 1 will have it. I’ll get up out of this bed, and go into town, and get some for myself.” He rose up in his bed, but his strength was too far gone. He fell back in a fainting fit. A few hours later. Day dies in the West; the crim son, the gold and blue that overhang are fading into a sombre pall, as though this abiding place of ours were, as it is indeed, one vast charnel-house. Knock! Knock! Death is at the door. “Lift me up,” says the dying man. “Tom, you can’t stand it; you are too weak.” “Lift me up,” said he sternly to a servant. The ser vant takes hold of his hand and raises him up a little. He tries to rise still further, but the effort was too much for him, he sinks back in his last swoon, draws too or three breaths—and he is dead ! * * * * * $ Toll! * * * Toll! A group of idlers were standing on the corner of the street, when presently there came into view’a slow pro cession. Reader, will you, or your father, or your brother, or your son, ever lead such a procession ? “Poor Tom,” said one of the company on the side walk. The speaker was plump and rubicund, with a heavy gold fob-chain, and an embroidered cravat, daint ly tied around his broad neck. “Poor Tom! he was a good clever fellow when he was’nt drunk. My Sam W’as out at the house this morning, and went in and took a look at the corpse. He says an old woman was standing at the head of the lounge, when he lifted up the coverlid from Tom’s face. She looked fearfully solemn, and when Sam laid back the coverlid, she took hold of his hand and said, “Poor Tom is gone;” and then the tears came trickling down her face and she cried as though she would break her heart. Boys ! you know’ Tom was mighty good to his servants when he was sober, but he was like a very devil when he was drunk.” A man who was passing by, paused on hearing these words, and said to the speaker, “Mr. Jones, I believe he died from the effects of liquor, did he not V ‘ So I’m told,” was the reply. “Well, did you sell him the liquor?” “What if I did? If I hadn’t somebody else would. And what business is it of mina if he chose to go and kill himself with it, I’d like to know ?” “You will learn that better than I can tell you in the last day,” calmly responded the interlocutor, and went on his way. He turned the corner and was out of sight and hearing. “Now,” said Mr Jones, “Jus* listen to that fool. But, come in boys, it’s my treat.” So in they go, and the rum-seller pours out the liquid fire to his admiring friends. They turn off their glasses. Toll! * * * Toll! “If them bells would stop their noise !” said the rum seller, “I just wanted to say, I never killed poor Tom, did I boys ?” “No!” said an old toper who took brandy, “It wasn’t you that killed him—Dick, it was your liquor, he ! he ! he !” And the crowd would have laughed, but at that time rumble ! rumble ! went the wheels of the hearse right in front of the grogshop. How unfortunate ! They had put Tom’s horse in the shafts of the hearse to draw his muster to the grave. But the dumb beast had learned by long practice to stop at a post before the groggery door ; and when he came to the place, in spite of all the driver’s exertions, he turned aside from the middle of ihe street, and stopped stock-still at his old stand. An involuntary shudder ran through the procession. The drinkers came to the door, and one or two see ing the difficulty, went to the driver’s assistance, but the rumseller lurked behind in his den. During the brief delay occasioned by the stubborn an mal, a woman’s face evidently red with weeping, vas protruded fromja window in a carriage next to the hearse. “Is he here ?” sheasked. “Is who here, ma’am ?” said a young man stepping forward. “Why, Mr. Jones, I mean.” “Yes, ma’am, he is inside here. Hallo, Jones” he proceeded, turning toward the shop-door, “come out here ; there’s a lady wants to see you.” Jones came out reluctantly. “Was it me you wan ted, ma’am ?” “Are you Mr. Jones ?” “That’s my name ma’am.” “Arc you Dick Jones?” “Yes ma’am, that’s what they mostly call me.” “Well, Dick Jones, I’ve heard of you many a time, but never have seen you before to know you, sir. But now I know you Yes ! I know you now. I’ll not for get your face either ; that nose and chin, and those eyes I think I can recollect them till the judgment day sir. You have to answer for this Dick Jones ; that you will!” and uttering a fearful scream, she wrung her hands in agony, and fell back on the carriage scat. A burst of sympathetic grief arose from the followers of the hearse ; even the horse-driver wiped his eyes. Jones was much relieved when the procession started on again; the rolling of the carriages and the measured tread of the footmen passed by, and the street was once more silent. “Well,” said he in a soliloquising way, “I am right sorry for Tom, but his was an uncommon case; one of a thousand.” But hold, Mr. Rumseller! what right have you to kill one ? “One of a thousand!” You ought to have said, “One of thiity thousand that die from intoxication ev ery year in our happy country. Only some eighty or eighty-five such funerals every day, Sabbaths included. As to weeping fathers and mothers, brothers and sis ters, and starved and degraded children, and beggarly and broken hearted wives I’ll leave you to count them for yourself. A bystander remarked, “I’m told his body turned very black before they got him into the coffin.” Ah! yes, his body is shut in a drunkard’s grave. At the last trump, it shall awake to shame and everlasting contempt. But his soul, where is it now? Rumseller, where is it Isay? Where is your victim’s soul? and where is it to be for ever and ever ? * * * * a & Toll! * * * Toll! “And does Jones still go unhung?” Unhung! He goes at large ; he is legalised in his traffic; the strong arm of the law protects him in it. “How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge this blood !” Rattle! rattle! go the clods upon the coffin, the mound is shaped; the citizens returned home; and the rumseller goes on in his black trade. You meet him daily in the streets. [Written for the Georgia Temperance Crusader.] Xo miss C. of Burke. Oh! could I with spring’s sweetest flow’rcts twine, A wreath of rare beauty ’twoulil be; For I’d weave in the garland a star that would shine As an emblem, fair girl, of thee. ; I’d bring thee the snowdrops and violet blue— The woodbine from some lonely dell; And where nothing obstructed the view. I’d place the sweet, modest Harebell. The jasmine and eglantine fondly should cling Round the roof which o’ershadows thy door; And the amaranth’s delicate perfume I’d bring To thy lattice when daylight is o’er. Its odor should softly thy lovely brow kiss, While the rose of sweet sleep tinged thy cheek; And ’t would sigh that those dreams of fairy-like bliss*, 1 1 never —no never could speak. i Thou art a bright treasure —thy mind is a gem. Where virtue unearthly doth shine; Never could a Monarch, with rich diadem, Boast of a jewel so precious as thine. Thy virtues and graces will ever be known, While on earth they’re permitted to rest; And when the sweet dream of time shall have flown'.. They will live above in the land of the blest. As my lines are completed, a prayer I will seati To the God who rules over thy fate, That sweet smiling seraphs thy steps may attend,. And peace on a long life await. , May fond hearts and kind friends to thee even be given, < And when life’s dreary warfare is o’er, A safe and sure passport for thee into Heaven, Is all I can hope for. No more. Catesville, Gu . AMICUS MERITS. v j Does Chinese Sugar Cane Kill Cattle?.—Col A. G. Sumner, in a communication to the Charleston Mercu ry, says decidedly, no. It is the feeding c£ the cattle with an undue quantity ofit, when in a hungry condi tion, which does the damage. Corn, peas, green corn and green wheat will also kill cattle under the same circumstances. Col. S. lias used sugar Milllet four sea sons in every stage of its growth—green,, ripe and cured—and has found it the best soiling plant he ever raised. „ [Written for the Georgia Temperance Crusader ] Line* to Cuttle I*. That I have lov’d thee, ah ! too well, 1 now am taught lo feel, Since thou hast coolly broke a heart Which naught but death can heal. It were in vain for me lo sigh, And vainer still were it to weep; Mv heart, 1 know, can never heal, Till in (he grave my passion sleeps. ()h ! where is now that mutual love, Which bound our hearts together ? Dost thou remember when thou said’st ’Twero wrong suclt love to sever ? Oould I have dreamed when thou dids’t vow To love me only ever; That thou wcrl breathing forth deceit, 1 never should have lov’d thee—never. Farewell! perhaps you find delight In wounding love so pure as mine ; But never more shall a coquette Around my heart her wreath entwine. Wjuynesboro', Gu. LOUIS. [Special Correspondence.] HOPEFUL, CHURCH—BELAY OF BIVISIONS —ITS CAUSE—RICHMOND CAMP-MEET ING—FIRE—HOMICIDE IN LINCOLN COUN TY-RECEPTION OF THE QUEEN’S MES SAGE—THE VEXED QUESTION SETTLED —ANOTHER FIRE—WHAT NEXT I never was more forcibly impressed with the beauty and importance of system and order than at a recent visit to Hopeful Baptist Church in Burke County. It is displayed not only in the interior and exterior of the church building, but in the practical workings of its church polity. The church,*in all its arrangements, is a model one. The pastor combines the strict and zeal ous Christian with the faithful and systematic minister. The members arc what the members of all churches should be: efficient co-workers with theirpastor. And here, I opine, is the great cause of the want of vitality among so many churches of the present day, viz: laxity in church polity, and want of system in its arrange anents, and the neglect of the members to co-operate with their pastor. Members of the church should he zealous in their Master’s service,careful of his interests, and ought not to neglect to “put on the whole armor of God.” But above all, they should seek for that humil ity which is only to be obtained by laying at the foot oi the cross. There is yet another hindrance to the pro gress of Zion : and that is the ambition of some to have everything go as they may direct and desire, and wish ing others to pay implicit obedience to their demands. When this spirit gets in among the members of a church its usefulness and vitality is seriously impaired. Bick erings and strife should never find a lodging-place in any church. The most serious obstacle to the progress of the tem perance reform is the selfish motives that actuate so many who enlist under its banner. Self is their con trolling thought, and sole idea. We see illustrations of th’s fact every day. For example, take a Division of Sons oi Temperance: one member desires to be the au tocrat of the Division; another member strenuously opposes him, because he aspires to a like position. Each will have their respective partisans. A strong war of words ensues, and much feeling is exhibited on both sides. One is successful; and the defeated one failing to reach the gaol of his ambition, quits the order, carrying with him, perhaps, all his adherents. In their wrangling they have lost sight entirely of the good of the order, and have done nothing for the cause. They have paralyzed the power of the Division for the ac complishment of good. If the same zeal which is dis played in these windy conflicts were only manifested in behalf of the cause, then it would surely progress. It is useless to expect to conquer by a division of feeling or of forces. Men, engaging in the temperance warfare, should be actuated by principle, guided by disinterested motives and controlled by the determination to fight the v:ur through in whatever position placed—whether as offi cer or private. Then, marching forth to battle in one united and unbroken phalanx, with like hopes swelling in every breast, victory is sure to crown the effort. Richmond Camp-meeting commenced at the Camp Ground, some fifteen miles from this city, on Friday, the 13th instant. BishopGEORGE F. Pierce, and other leading ministers of the Methodist Denomination, were present during the meeting. On Sunday an old man by the name of Stattnaker, being instigated by the love of gain, was industriously employed in disposing of in (toxicating beverages, until lie was forced to stop by the proper authorities, and his liquors confiscated. The original design of Camp meetings was a good one, but they have been basely perverted in latter days. It is the general resort of the vicious and depraved, whose subtle genius is displayed in a thousand malicious forms. The youths of both sexes consider it as the golden epoch for flirtations and courtships, and the acme of their ambition is to promenade the area between the tents and the stand. Here, gossamer-like beauty, ar rayed in dresses rivalling the tint of the butterfly’s wings in gaudiness of coloring, and embalmed in the rich perfumes of “ Arahy the blest,” majestically floats along with some bewhiskered fop, whose boots have more polish than his manners, and whose brain was never capable of containing more than one idea. This is no place for amusements of that kind. Such con duct merits the unequivocal condemnation of every man of pure and upright feelings. The abuse of Camp ’ meeting privileges cannot be adduced as any argument f against it; but only proves that man is prone to err. It should be the place where I A [ Age, with snowy hair, , And strength and beauty bend the knee, And childhood lisps with reverent air, Its praises and its prayers to thee.” On Sunday night a bar-room, immediately in the rear of the United States Hotel, known as “The Shades,” was destroyed, with its contents, by fire. If only the liquors had been destroyed, the occurrence would not be regretted. It was supposed to be the work of an in cendiary. Avery tragical affair occurred in Lincoln County, on Sunday last. A Mr. Ezekiel Jeter, who stood charged with the offence of killing a negro, whom the Sheriff’of that county was desirous of arresting, had re turned after an absence from the county. The Sheriff called on Mr. James Hcggie to assist him in making the arrest. Jeter was armed, and as the Sheriff’ and Heggie approached, fired at them, his ball taking effect in Heggie’s right eye, producing a serious, and as is supposed, a mortal wound. Mr. Heggie, having a gun in his hand, returned the fire, killing Jeter instantly. Heggie is not expected to survive it. Monday night the Queen’s message, across the At lantic telegraph to President Buchanan, was received here with demonstrations of rejoicing. Bonfires were lighted in Broad Street; a continuous shower of fire works displayed, and the streets densely thronged with people of all classes. Young America grew jubilant and patriotic, keeping the fires well replenished with empty boxes and barrels, and drilling innumerable companies of light infantry. On Tuesday the bells were tolled, and a salvo of 100 guns fired by the Washington Artil lery in 16 minutes, in honor of the event. The City Council have settled the vexed question, relative to the construction of the new South Carolina Railroad Bridge, by passing an ordinance allowing them to proceed. On Wednesday morning a fire broke out in the corn and fodder house, attached to Heckle & Wilson’s sta bles, which communicated with several small buildings adjoining, and finally to the dwelling of M. F. Bois clair. The loss will not exceeds3ooo. It wasundoubt edly the work of an incendiary. An exchange says: “We see from our New York exihnnges that the la dies of that city are about introducing anew fashion, which we hope will find no favor South. The new style of dress is said to be cool and attractive—no doubt but the latter is the intention—the back ofthe dress between the shoulders is cut in the shape of a V. so as to display the shoulders, neck and a portion of the spinal verte bral, the edges of the opening being bordered with lace and connected with the opposite side with silk cord. What next ?” Why, enlargement of the head must be the next part ofthe programme —and a magnificent imperial. Augusta, August 20th, 1858. W. ! “Billy Bowlegs lias shown his gratitude to Mr. Mix, Commissioner of Indian affairs, for kindness received, by presenting that gentleman with a gold-headed cane taken from the Florida everglades.” We have heard much of the varied and rare produc tions of Florida —of the exploits of her Bowlegs—her alligators and musquitoes—abundant fish in limpid wa ters leaping—-of her golden fruit—but were never before : aware that she numbered amongst them gold-headed canes. < The Cattle Disease in Alabama. The cattle disease, lately prevalent in Florida, Geor gia and South Carolina, is spreading westward, and has j made its appearance in many places in Southern and Middle Alabama. The citizens of Montgomery decline eating beef, and the butchers have ceased to offer it in ! market. [Written for the Georgia Temperance Crusader.] ‘ To The Engle.” by dr. tofts i. aFpleWhixe. * High above the ocean’s billows, In majesty serene; . Now hid amid the pillared spray, ‘ Tlie bird of freedom’s seen. Now down the dangerous rapids tossed. * He glides on gazing calm and slow ; ’ * Now ’mid the clouds of Heaven lost To all the horrors of the scene below. Thy home, the ethcriul heights of Heaven Where, with an all-surveying eye, ’ • Thou gazest on all nature — ♦ Around, beneath, on high. Gaze proudly on, thou noble bird, With joy we gaze on thee ; Thou who nobly guards our flag, In lands beyond the sea. { The gallant few thou once dids’t guard Are now a nation wide and strong, And fain their gratitude would pay, * By worshipping thee in song. Waynesboro', Ga. * [communicated.] Mr. Editor: “ The crops of Columbia and Lincoln counties are exceedingly flattering. That the corn crop will be unu sually Iprge, is now a fixed fact. The prospect for an abundant cotton crop is good. The weed is very full of bolls, and much larger than usual. Some arecomplain ing of a shedding of forms, while others think that it is only a surplus east off. The people are enjoying good health and line spirits. The. cow disease has dieap. peared. It is hardly necessary to mention milk and peaches ; it i3 too good to talk about. Lincoln Camp-meeting presented quite a variety of scenes. Tlie tent-holders were hospitable in the ex treme, and amply provided with the substantial# of life, for all the friends present. It was largely attended, and the preaching was certainly of a high order. couples were joined together in the holy bands ofmatri mony without the consent of their parents. This was called, in the days of old fogyism, stealing a girl, and sometimes it was called running away. They made good the latter expression; as soon as the Gordian knot was tied they cut grit. Sick is life. In March or April last, a man by the nameofEzekiel Jeter murdeied, in a very brutal manner, a negro man belonging to John Fergerson—all of Lincoln county. Said Jeter had managed to keep out of reach of thepro per authorities—all the time saying that he would die before he would be taken—until Saturday, the 14th instant, when the Sheriff, with a party of men number ing six or eight, went to his house for the purposeofar resting him. When they rode up Jeter was not to be seen. Feeling confident that he was not far oft’, they circled about with track dogs and soon struck his track. Upon being hard pressed, and after a race of several miles, he took back for the house. When he reached tlie house, both men and dogs were hard by. The men sprang from their horses and rushed into the yard. Je ter told them that if they advanced he would shoot. About that time one of tlie track dogs made towards him, and he shot one barrel of his gun at the dog, and flashed the other at the crowd. The party ered that he had quite a number of guns in reach of him, which was outside ofthe house near thechimney,using the chimney as a kind of breastwork. James L. Heg gie happened to be in front of the party. “ Heggie said to Jeter that they had come to take him, and that he had as well submit.” Jeter dodged behind the chim-** ney, armed himself with another gun, stepped out and shot at Heggie a distance of twenty-eight yards, putting sixteen shot in his face, neck and breast. Ileggiestag gered back, exclaiming that he was a dead man; that he would kill the rascal before he died. He then raised his gun to bis face, took deliberate aim at Jeter—the blood streaming down upon his gun—and shot him down, the contents taking effect in the abdomen. Je ter cried out that he would give up. He died in les3 than two hours after receiving the wound. L. G. Cole man, who was near Heggie at the time he was shot, was also wounded in the arm. The Sheriff', Z. S. Willing ham, escaped unhurt. Heggie is still living; but his recovery is thought to be very doubtful. TRAVELLER. P. S.—Rumor says that there was a party in the county who had ropes and all ready to hang Jeter as soon as he was taken, or they could lay hands on him. John Fergerson, the owner of the deceased negro, of. sered fifty dollars reward tor Jeter’s arrest. T. Congressional Rraius. The Lowell Courier tells of a Congressman from Maine who paid a political editor $lO to write hi® ac ceptance of the nomination, and $lO more to write hie speech to his constituents on the occasion of his re-elec tion. The price is entirely to cheap. The honorable member doubtless valued tlie brains of the editor at the price he put his constituents, and his own. He had no doubt often cheated them by a ten dollar speech, with the belief that he was a man of ability and a profound statesman. He is not tlie first political legislator who has been indebted to an editor for all the public distinc tion he ever acquired. A drunken linker and a tipsy bar-keeper had a fisti cuff in New-port, opposite Cincinnati, and tore off each others linen. The tinker sent to his wife for a clean shirt. She soon appeared, but in a towering rage, car rying a shirt in one hand and a raw hide in the other, and as soon as she could reach the unhappy tinker, tossed him the shirt, and began to welt hint with the lash. She would not wait for him to put on the clean shirt, as she did not wish to cut that. “In an evil hour I became addicted to drink. From that moment I have been going down, down, down, un . till 1 have became an outcast —a loafer—of no account — fit for nothing on this earth but to be a member of Con gress /” ihiiimt WANTED by a young lady, a graduate of ’ T a Southern College, a situation as TEACHER in a Primary and Preparatory School, or to tench Hair Braiding, Oil, Pastille and Grecian Painting, &c. Re . Terences given if desired. Address L. G. S., White Plains, Greene county, Ga. [Aug 26—4 t A Classical Teacher Wanted T° take cliar "° °f PINE GROVE ACADEMY • u near . Dou k] e Wells, Warren county. Apply to either of the undersigned. y WILLIAM B. BARKSDALE MANNAM JONES, ’ EDWIN BAKER. JOHN H. HUBERT, . JOHN HEATH. A g 26 M. H. HUBERT. Eh W> (FORMERLY EVANS & CLARK) GREAT GIFT BOOKSTORE, 44 North Queen Street, Lancaster, Pa. • Morc EMSutoiMtS'tVe h CouSts? y ot *” TTAVING located myself at Lancaster, Pa. 77 where my expenses are not above one-fifth as great as those of similar establishments in New York orPhiL adelphia; and having had extensive experience in the business-being nearly four years a partner of G G Evans, Esq the originator of the Gift Enterprise I flatter myselt that I can offer greater inducements than any other concern in the United States. inan A Gilt worth from 25 cents to SIOO ‘will accompany each book at the time ordered. I have lately issued anew Catalogue, covering 32 na ges, embracing an infinite variety of books of ever* description, a copy of which will be mailed, posS paid, upon application, to any address in the United states. Let no one fail to send for a copy. Addi-pc* Aug 19-4 t D. W. CLARK, Lancaster, P a . IPXECU rORS’ SALE.—The plantation belonc , mg to the estate of Samuel Johnson, late of Talia ferro county, deceased, will be sold, on the first Tues day in November next, at the court-house of said county it not disposed of by contract before that time. Those wishing to purchase will be shown the plantation bv either of the subscribers. It will be sold in a body or QoPhT B .’ may be . for lhe best “Merest of the estate. Said plantation contains about eight hundred acres J. JOHNSON, j w A w H moore: PLANTATION FOR SALE. subscriber offers for sale Eleven Hundred acres ot land lying on the waters of Little River D J C n Ba ? rIow 8 th*® ® Stal £ of A ’ J ° nes ’ deceased - ants dV*d n!. ° u There , are between three and four hun acres'river anTH* 5 W °°ifr a ? d a l' wards of °" c hundred a Drettv , and ‘ Pb ere is on the plantation outhouses. ° d dwe ing bouse, with gin house and other Donunir'v^v 11 ‘n’- Bbing to . see the land ettn have an op portumty by calling on the subscribers Woodstock or tY - of Oglethorpe county, Ga. DubliTsnU?n n® n ° l s ? ld P rivatel y “ wilt be offered at vemberne, 1 ” Gt “ n “ bor ’ - °‘ PhilomathfcAug 2 fi J ° HN W ’ REID ’