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LITERARY fpiwt * PENFIELD, GEORGIA? S oTXuuctay &tfomina, <&c/i/cmtei 9, 1... TiINCOItK VEAZEY - • - EDITOR- John C. Barr, who was appointed U. S. consul ‘* Melbourne, Australia, died on board the Emue, May 18tli, on his passage out to Australia, from a stroke of the sun. i lie Atlanta American is engaged in summing up some “opinions of the press” on the lottery ques tion, wrhich were not dictated by 8. Swan A 1 Cos. and paid for as advertisements. The handersvilie Georgian, says, Mr. Crooms, the man who killed Mr. George Tucker in this county (Washington) a few weeks ago and made his escape, has been arrested, we understand and lodged in Milledgeville Jail. • On briday evening last, during the heavy thun- j derings, a beautiful young oak on the college campus was struck by lightning and considerably shivered. The tree was standing within thirty yards of the Chapel, the Dormitory building and the President’s house. Prof. W. D. Williams, late of Emory College j , has been elected Principal of the Georgia Acade my for the Blind, and has accepted the office, vice Rfv. W. N. Chaudoin, resigned. He will assume the duties of his office on the Ist September, when the next session of the Academy will com- ! mence. Chaucer utters a droll simile in contrasting I the lover and the husband : “ VVliilom he loved her; but when tied By holy church, he could not her abide; Like unto dog which lighteth on a bone, His tail he wageth—glad therefore is grown ; But the same bone, if to his tail you tie — Perdie! the cur in fear away doth fiy ” False pride is as much a foe to truthl-u'.iess and candor, as true pride favors their culture and display. Fictitious pride always strives to hide what is not really shameful, while it shows much which ought to be concealed. True pride never does wittingly anything of which it need be ashamed, yet never hesitates to acknowledge a fault when committed. Almost every production of human genius ap pears very simple after its invention. Some facts which long remained unelucidated now seem so plain that it strikes us as strange that they should ever have been unperceived. “It is,” says Mrs. Marcet, “a mark of superior genius to find mat ter sf>r wonder and inquiry in events which ap pear trivial because they are common.” * The Casseille Standard says “Mrs. C. W. Howard has been appointed by the Vice Regent of the Ladies’ Mount Vernon Association for Georgia, to act as aid in perfecting the organization in this county. Mrs. Howard has called a prelimi nary meeting of a few ladies from each of the dis tricts of the county, to meet in Cassville cn the first Tuesday in September, at which time a ■county society will be organized.” The remark is trite, that a poor business well followed is better than a good business neglected. It is not too true, but it is too often exemplified. We frequently find men who have grown rich by callings at which others would perish. The great disparity in men’s fortunes arises, not so much from a difference in the lucrativeness of the pro- < fessjpns which they follow, as from the degrees of application. Energy and strict attention are I essential to any employment, and in almost every ■ instanfce will they insure success. ] - 1 The Albany Patriot says “Revel, who was convic- ] ted for murder at the last term of Crawford Su- < perio/ Court, and transferred to Clinton jail for safe confinement, contrived on Saturday morning s last to open the inside door of his cell, where he j stationed himself until the jailor opened the front <. door to present him his breakfast, at which mo- ( ment prisoner presented a bowie-knife and revol- s ver, and tumbling the jailor overboard, made for , the swamp, where friends with horses were wait- j ing his arrival, and have since escorted him to , .parts unknown. The jailor received no material . •damage from the ungallanl salute.” Blackmod's Magazine, as are all the re-publica tions of L. Scott & Cos. is always punctual in its appearance. No periodical of greater or equal merits is offered to the patronage of the American flimsiness of newspapers and the erudite essays •of the quarterlies. The August number, now be fore us, contains a review of “ White’s Eighteen ‘Centuries,” an able scientific paper on the circu lation of the blood, and five other articles of va ried interest. The price of the magazine for one year is S3. This and either of the Reviews, 85. Wealth no Evidence of Wisdom. —At the re r examination in Washington, D. C., iit is admitted that Assistant Postmaster General ijforatio King, Esq., of Maine, made the best ad idress. During the argument, showing that igno- HBce was not necessarily associated with poverty-, he told the following capital story, by way of illus tration. Whether it will apply in this neighbor hood, the neighbors can best decide. Our own opinion is, that it either will or will not: A wealthy Common Councilman’s lady, (he did not think it could have been in Washington,) paying her daughter a visit at school, and inquir ing what progress she had made in her education the governess answered: “Pretty good, madam; Miss is very attentive ; if she wants anything, it is capacity/ but for that deficiency, you know we must not blame her.” “No, madame,” replied the mother, “but I blame you for not having mentioned it before. Her father, thank Heaven, can aftbrtkhis daughter a capacity, and I beg she may have one immediately—cost what it may-.” ifpoRBUFTioN Wins not more than Honesty.”— v/ ’1 hat “honesty is the best policy,” has, we doubt not, made many an honest man. Nor should we underrate that practical honesty which gprings from such a motive; for though it be not entirely pure and noble, it is the very highest which the larger class of persons are capable of appreciating. Few, very few, have principles un tainted by a spot of earthiness, and we know not but that it is looking in man for more than man to expect such. One who acts honestly from the settled eonviction that it will, in the end, be to his advantage, will not be easily persuaded to abandon this course. But honesty will finally win nore esteem, more confidence and more good f ct tune than deceit or corruption. That sterling 1 integ T dy which neither cringes or flatters will gain re. The impudent trickster may for a time rise u P on a mushroom growth of popularity, ■fail and fa. ll - Many a villain escapes unhung, BRnids detect on and seems to accomplish all his Resigns Bifct' ven hia success can bring little [happiness when * by continual apprehen sions, and he . V set ‘ rs * n every- bush an officer.” The honest man may T not alwa Y 9be rich > *>ut he a will always *be respectt'd a respect the more to ■he valued because it is j™” l to his intrinsic merit, land not to externals for .which he can claim no f credit. SPECULATION. IN relation to everything with which we hold converse, what we do, and what >ve do not j know, are strangely mingled. Whatever direc tion our inquiries may- take, we soon pass the regions where we may tread with certainty, and . | enter upon the realms of speculation. Even the ■ objects most familiar to our senses present much . that baffles research and defies investigation. A ■ | few substances which surround \is, we may ana ! lyze and resolve into simpler elements; but when : we have done thus much, we can do little more. Heavy waves from the sea of the great ■ i unknown continually break upon the little speck where our knowledge hath rested. With curious gaze we strive to catch some gleam of their form and nature, but the darkness is impenetrable, and reason can send forth no messenger of dis covery to dispel the gloom. | But though thus restricted to narrow limits by the unknown and unknowable, we are endowed 1 with an insatiable curiosity that aspires to learn j all. The “ i'll us far shalt thou go, and no far- I tlier,” which God has so plainly written on all that lie chooses to withhold, we are loth to ac cept as an irrefragible law. The mind is unwill j ing to follow the same routine that others have pursued, and to stop where they have stopped. It prefers rather to search depths which cannot be penetrated, like those who “cast, buckets into empty wells and grow old in drawing nothing | up.” Thousands of those who indulge in these wild philosophic dreams, lose what knowledge they have and gain nothing—stultify themselves and mistify their followers. Almost everything which our eyes behold or our thoughts contemplate, invites us to speculate. The earth upon which we tread, the relic and charnel house of departed ages, is the object of a craving wonder which can never be appeased. Imagination confusedly wanders back to the pe riod when chaos and old night held doubtful contest with elements sent to subdue their reign. Science comes to our aid, but the light she throws is vague and unsatisfactory. The hills and vales, though impressed everywhere by the footprints of the Creator, after all tell but little of their his tory. Whether this sphere of ours was rolled a heated, burning mass from the fiery furnace of Jehovah, or was spoken into existence full of life, light and beauty as at present, they can never certainly declare. The stars that illuminate the nightly sky have through all ages been objects of wonder to the human mind. There they roll as steadily and distantly as when Chaldean and Egyptian astrol ogers gazed at them three thousand years ago. What they are, has been during all this time a matter of ceaseless speculation. Are they suns, the centres of systems which multiply infinitely throughout the realms of space? Are they hab itable globes like our own, the abodes of mind and scenes of toil.? The telescope may describe their size and form, point out their course and tell us tlieir movements, but it can give back no response to these inquiries. So long as they shall bespangle the vault of Heaven, will man’s curiosity send after them questionings which cannot be answered. But within ourselves we find more matter for speculative inquiry than in the earth’s caverns or the starry world. What is this nature within us, so mysteriously connected with hone and sinew, blood and nerve, yet, forming no part of their essence ? We know not what we are nor how we are made. The science that can teach us to name every tissue, and with nice distinction to trace each artery and define every cell, cannot explain how soul and matter are combined. Still more intense is our curiosity to know whence came this soul, and whither it is going. Has it passed to this from some other sphere, from another form of existence ? Revelation tells us that it shall live after the dissolution of our material frame; but we would desire more light than this affords: we desire to know where it shall be, how it will live and what shall be its history. Upon these themes the mind dwells, until we would fearlessly meet the ordeal of death in order to have the cravings of our curiosity appeased. But speculative inquiry, when allowed free 1 scope, ventures farther and higher than these: it 1 goes beyond where the last star moves in unob- 1 served majesty on the confines of space, enters unabashed into the very presence of Jehovah and seeks to sciutinize this essence. It asks to know where all things had their beginning, and when they will have their consummation. With vain- ‘• glorious pride it attempts to elaborate the form and nature of systems that have passed away, 1 and upon these unsafe foundations erects vaunted 1 hypotheses of things yet to be. These high sub jects it dares to discuss, disregarding their inefta- 1 ble sanctity and scorning the restrictions of rea- son. > Such are some of the themes concerning which the mind wings its flight through the airy realms of speculation, “and finds no rest in wondering ] mazes lost.” r i hat it accomplishes nothing, all ■ will readily admit; that it does much harm, any , one may see who will examine its results. It ; gives to the mind unsettled habits of thought, and deprives it of the ability to reason closely and accurately. It removes the firm ground of be lief which intuition and education has formed, and establishes nothing. Infidelity, atheism and the worst forms of superstition ever conceived have been the legitimate offsprings of this too in quiring spirit. It is sad to contemplate the ruin it has wrought. Many of the brightest intellects which the world has ever known have had their lights obscred by it, or perhaps gained a still rarer brilliance which shone only to harm and destroy. Some found their homes in the mad house, or sunk to the harmless mumblings of idi ocy, while others by the polished keenness of an artful sophistry led thousands to a ruin worse than death. Despite these dangers by which the way is be set, and the fatal results to which it certainly leads, we feel an instinctive longing to explore the unknown. Compared with the little tract which human knowledge lias marked out, it seems to stretch far away in infinite vastness. True, the mind has done much. From the mo ment when the forbidden fruit was tasted up to the present time, its history has been a continued series of progressions, and every age has witnessed some great achievement. Its powers have raised man to the lordship of creation, and made almost every element of nature subject to his behests. He can battle successfully with the wildest rav ings of the ocean, paint his image with the sun beam and transmit his messages around the globe by an agent as swift as thought and more subtle than the wind. What more it may accomplish, no one can tell. There is still a boundless range ot available fields in which its powers may be ex ercised. What need have we, then, for specula tion ? When such rich stores of practical wisdom lie within our grasp, why should we grope blindly after the unattainable ? A beneficent Creator has enabled us to find out everything which is for our advantage, and we may thence infer that what we cannot learn we had best not know. Happy will it be for the world when all the talent which is now employed in philosophizing and in specula tive theories shall be directed to the amelioration of mankind and the great cause of religion and civilization. Much excitement exists in Cincinnati at the cruelty practised toward the inmates of the Lu natic Asylum in that city by the keepers, who are in the habit of flogging and beating them whenever they are rebellious. THERE is a great disposition in the youth of the present generation to resist all school dis cipline, and too many parents protect and en -1 courage them in their insubordination. This s | some do negatively, by simply allowing tlieir children to have their own way : others give their : open and avowed protection. We are no admi rer of those days when ail ability to apply the rod with frequency and vigor, was the most de sirable qualification of a teacher : but we are now too far on the other extreme. Many youth who are expelled in disgrace from our institutions of learning, thus insuring a depraved and vicious character, might be reclaimed by the more rigor ous, but less shameful, infliction of corporal pun ishment. A case was lately tried in the Court of Quarter Sessions, Philadelphia, interesting from its bear ing upon school government. A female teacher sued a lady for assault and battery, committed in the school-room. The plea of the defendant was, that plaintiff had severely beaten her child, a girl about nine years old, for talking in school. All the evidence in relation to the treatment of the child was ruled out, as no justification for the assault, and the defendant then plead guilty, j Judge Ludlow, in passing the sentence of the i court, said: This case conies before the court under peculiar circumstances, as it is intimately connected with the good discipline of our public schools. The rule is no doubt correct, as the law is, that when a parent places a child within the walls of a school, it is to be under the care and control of the teacher. This must be the case in any and every school. When the child is thus placed, the first thing to be inculcated in its mind is obedience to the rules and regulations of the school, and if it disobeys them, it must receive the punishment due to the offence., If it should once become un derstood that a mother can go into a school-room and interfere with the teachers, imperiling the lives of the scholars by creating a panic, there would be an end to all order among the pupils. If there be any wrong done by the teacher, the parent has a remedy ; first, by an application to the directors of the school, and second, by a re sort to the law. The evidence in this case is, that the punish ment was not unnecessarily severe, but under no circumstances could the assault on the teacher be justified. I have, therefore, nothing to do but maintain the authority of the teachers of the schools in the exercise of their duties; I regret exceedingly to be compelled to do so in this case, on account of the mother, who appears to have been very much excited at the time of the assault. The sentence of the court is, that the defendant pay a fine of one cent, and undergo an imprison ment in the county prison for the term of twen ty-four hours. “ I know of nothing which a good and sensible man is so certain to find, if lie looks for it, as a good wife.” —llobert Southey. THE poet Laureate’s experience must have been peculiarly happy, and the women of his acquaintance better than are ordinarily found. Few married men, we opine, would pronounce the obtaiiunent of a good wife such a sure and easy matter, and every single one must look upon it as a hazardous venture, which may bring weal or may bring woe. It. is, in the present state of society, next to an impossibility for a man to know what kind of match he is making when lie leads his bride to the altar. The amiable smile which has been wont to dwell upon her counte nance may soon give place to the frown, and the silvery accents of her tongue change to the harsh, angry word. Then away with his domestic bliss, unless, like some modern doggerel writer, lie thinks “There’s music in a scolding wife, Who keeps her house in awe.” Good wives are undoubtedly as plenty as good husbands—perhaps more so; but neither are too numerous. The fact, however, that there are so many miserable matches and so many unhappy homes, is not conclusive evidence that better wives and husbands cannot be obtained. Very few persons of either sex are actuated by proper motives in forming matrimonial alliances. One is thought to marry well just in proportion as lie marries wealth, and the idea never occurs, until too late, that a match can be very unfortunate, though laigq sums of gold may be thereby ob tained. Is he or she rich, is asked, and if an swered affirmatively, they catch at the prize with out any other consideration. Is it wonderful un der these circumstances that good wives and hus bands are rare? ADDISON ON THE TELEGItAPH. In the 24lst number of the Spectator is a playful suggestion, by Addison, in regard to absent lovers, which altliongh written early in the eighteenth century has found its relization in the middle of the nineteenth. After quoting a letter from Asteria, complaining of the regret she felt at the absence of her relief, among which was one of having an hour set apart for mutual remembrance in prayer, he adds the following: “Strada, in one of his Prolusions, gives an ac count of a chimerical correspondence between two friends, by the help of a loadstone, which had such virtue in it that if it toyiched two several needles, when one of the needles so touched be gan to move, the other, though at never so great a distance, moved at the time and the same man ner. He tells us that two friends, being each of them possessed of one of the needles, made a kind of dial plate, inscribing it with the four and twenty letters, in the same manner as the hours of the day are marked upon the ordinary dial plate. They then fixed one of the needles on each of these in such a manner that they could move round without impediment, so as to touch any of the four and twenty letters. Upon their separating one irom another, into distant coun tries, they agreed to withdraw themselves punc tually into their closets at a certain hour of the day, and to converse with one another by means of their invention. By t his means they talked together across a whole continent, and conveyed tlieir thoughts to one another in an instant, over cities or mountains, seas or desert ? This strange vagary of an ancient writer, quoted by Addison for the amusement of his readers, has wonderfully become a fixed truth in the ; ro gress of modern science. How little did Addison dream that what ho was then suggesting in a vein of playful humor, should tax the minds of wise men to accomplish until the whole invention should be perfected by which two continents are now bound together, and thought is made to pass between with the rapidity almost of its own mo tions. THE FOLEY OF DUELING. Punch says a good thing now and then He has struck the sensible view of dueling—its unfairness. Count the result of hostile meeting certain, and it is murder; count it hazard, and the stakes are unequal. Quoth Punch : Now in England we have put an end to this kind of thing. Without reference to the brutal folly and wickedness of the duel, we have put an end to it simply as rational beings who can do a sum in substraction. We have—after a good many years, we confess, of Montague House and Wormwood Scrubbs—arrived at the conclusion that duelling is unfair, because men are unequal in value. We now agree that an educated, intellectual, working citizen, the mainstay of a loved family, the adviser of trusting friends, a useful, recog nized man, with life assurances that would be in vitiated if he fell in wilful fray, is no match for an empty headed younger son, terriers, who has been put into the army to be got rid of, and who may chance to find room in his narrow skull for an idea that he has been insulted. Arithme tic has settled the question, and Cocker forbids hir pistol-cocking. We have got rid of the duel, because we can deduct Ensign Feather head from Mr. Gold worthy, and note the difference. So, if the Ensign, in an accession of martial fire, were to challenge Goldsworthy, be he the author, lawyer, doctor, merchant or any body else who used to come within the decree of consanguinity, (that is, might be asked to shed blood with somebody else,) Goldsworthy would select Policeman as his second, and the Lord Mayor as the umpire*. 1 he Spirit of the Age lias the following pertinent and practical remarks in reference to the rapid multiplication of colleges in our country. We ! hope a-great revulsion of sentiment on this sub- j .ject is now taking place in the public mind, and that soon the people, instead of aiming at a col- ! lege in every county, will give their attention to ; building up into increased usefulness those which arc already established on a firm basis: The multiplication of colleges tends to cut off ! or reduce the patronage of each, so as to render I the chances of success more and more dubious. It- creates a demand for teachers without the. j ability to pay them; thus rendering it necessary j to employ cheap teachers, who are for the most j part poor'v prepared to teach at all. It creates j the necessity for demanding of a teacher to give ■ instruction in too many branches at once, thus | rendering them less apt to teach in all. It throws impediments in the way of progress in scholar ship and sound learning. One college cannot make it a condition of entering or remaining, j that the student shall be well and thoroughly ! prepared for entering, or that the student shail j attain a high grade in order to he entitled to po- j sitio.n and honor, because the large number of similar institutions who are bidding for patron- ; age, in order to secure it, are more lax in their disciplins, or make a smaller demand upon the j | acquisitions of the student. It creates a fictitious ! j demand lor teachers, and induces too many to embark in that vocation, who could succeed bet ter at anything else. An-l finally, it creates a feverish desire in every parent to have their sons ; and daughters college bred, when, perhaps, two- ! thirds of the youths of our land can be better prepared in our academies for the duties of life, ! or tor what God intended them to be. Let the. public consider these hints. The Grave of a Decahted Hope.— How sadder is it than any spot of earth where mortality lies buried! Not the marble sarcophagus that covers the remains of kings, or the revered tomb where saintly ashes lie, can awaken such mournful emo tions. No solemn hearse, with wailing mourners, i followed when the occupant was lain there in its j final repose. There was a quivering of the lip, ! a moistening of the eye, perhaps a tear and a groan, and all was past. Joy, peace and happi- j ness fled forever: despair shrieked a hoarse dirge, and with dark brooding presence, took up her j endless vigils over the scene. No flower grows ; there; not even one spire of grass can find a soil j in which to thrust its roots and thence draw 1 vitality. It is a dry, trodden, and waste. No | genial showers shall ever moisten and dissolve its j clods, making them agents in producing the fra grant herb or fruit-bearing plant. The rain, wind ■ and sunshine may exert their influence upon it, but they will only leave it harder and harder still. No qualm or emotion can ever break upon its stillness. Perhaps at the resurrection morn, this hope, too, shall arise from its grave clods, east ] away its cerements and dissolve itself in fruition ! amid the glory of Heaven. - September is a favorite month with but few, and consequently it is one about which little is said or written. There is, however, inits atmos phere, its sky, its clouds, its slight tints of decay with which it. touches the forests, much of poetic beauty. Tt is a mid period between summer and autumn, mingling the pleasures and beauties of both. Hear in what language of tasteful elo quence it is described by Virginia F. Townsend, of the Home Magazine ; She has kindled her watch fires in the West! Piles of amber and flames of crimson make glori ous her sunsets. The nights are cool with dews, and sad with the chirping of crickets. The glory of the year is upon us; the stillness the culmina tion. In a little while the banners of yellow and crimson will be run up among the forest, oaks and maples, and the anointed among men shall read ! their message. The tables of the year’s great feast are spread in valleys, and meadows, and orchards. Lo! the earth has made ready her banquet! And the hearts that read this message shall thrill back in grateful triumph their blessed answer—“ God is good.” A CITY SAVED BY A FOSSIL. Thomas Campell, when asked for a toast in a sociSty of authors, gave the memory of Napoleon Bonaparte; significantly adding, .“he once hung a bookseller.” On a nearly similar principle 1 would be disposed to propose among geologists a grateful bumper in honor of the revolutionary army that beseiged Maastricht. That, city, some .twenty-five or eighty years ago. had its zealous naturalist in the person of M. Hoffmann, a dili gent excavator ih the quarries of St. Petet’smoun tain, long celebrated for its extraordinary fossils. Geology, as a science, had no existence at the time; but Hoffmann was doing, in a quiet way, all he could to give it a beginning; he was trans ferring from the rock to his cabinet, shells, and corals, and Crustacea, and the teeth and scales , of fishes, with now and then the vertebra?, now and then the limb-bone, of a reptile. And as he honestly remunerated all the workmen lie em ployed, and did no manner of harm to any one, no one heeded him. On one evenful morn ing, however, his friends, the quarries s, laid bare a most extraordinary fossil—the occipital plates of an enormous saurian, with jaws four and a half feet long, bristling over with teeth, like chevauxde /rise; and after Hoffmann, who got the block in which they embedded, cutout entire, and trans ferred to his house, had spent week after week in painfully relieving it from the mass, all Mas tricht began to speak of it as something really wonderful. There is a cathedral of St. Peter’s mountain —the mountain itself is’church land: and the lazy canon, awakened by the general talk laid claim to the poor Hoffman’s wonderful fossil as his property. lie was lord of the manor, he said and the mountain and all that it contained be longed to him. Hoffmann defended his fossil as he best could in an expensive lawsuit; but the judges found the law clean against him; the huge reptile head was declared to be “treasure trove” escheat to the lord of the manor; and Hoffmann half broken-hearted, with but his labor and the ; lawyer’s bills for his pains, saw it transferred by rude hands from its place in liis museum, to the. residence of the grasping churchman. The huge fossil had experienced the fate of Dr. Chalmers’ two hundred churches. Hoffmann was a philoso- i plicr, however, and he continued to observe and collect as before; but he never found such an-j other fossil; and at length, in the midst of his j. ingenious labors, the vital energies failed within j him, and he broke down and died. The useless j canon lived on. The French Revolution broke j out; the republican army invested Maestrieht: the batteries were opened; and shot and shell, fell thick on the devoted city. But in one espe cial quarter there alighted neither shot nor shell All was safe around the canon’s house. Ordinary relics would have availed him nothing in the cir cumstances—no, not “the three kings of Cologne,” had he possessed the three kings entire, or the jaw-bones of the “eleven thousand virgins but there was virtue in the jaw-bones of the Mosasau rns, and safety in their neighborhood. The French saeans, like, all the other savam of Europe had heard of Hoffmann’s fossil, and the French •artillery had been dire ted to play wide of the place where it lay. Maestrieht surrendered; the fossil was found secreted in a vault, and cent away to the dunlin dcs phinte.z at Paris maugre the canon to delight there the heart of Cuvier; and the French, generously addressing themselves to the heirs of Hoffmann as its legitimate owners, made over to them a considerable sum of money as its price. They reversed the finding of the Maes tricht judges; and all, save the monks of St. Pe ters’, have acquiesced in the justice of the deci sion.— The Cruise of the Betsey by Hugh Miller. Who is Baron Rothschild, and how does it hap pen that a Baron is taking his seat in the House of Commons? Lionel, Baron de Rothschild, is the grandson of Meyer Anscliel Rothschild, of Frank fort, the original founder of this great banking family. Hs father, Nathan Meyer, the third son of the patriarch of the tribe, set tled in England many years ago, and was the great London Roths child, the high-priest of stock-jobbing for a multi tude of years. The Emperor Francis of Austria, thouglj a Catholic, did not fear to raise this unbe lieving money-changer to the rank of a baron ol the Empire; and he, having obtained letters of denization, received the royal license to bear the title in England. This permission is necessary to enable any British subject to use a title granted by a foreign prince; but it conjeys no other legal lights or precedence whatsoever. The father dy ing in 1830, the present baron succeeded to his title, and, what was much more to the purpose, to his estates.— ■> 1 Some wlu are too poor to take a newspaper, are ! rich enough to chew tobacco ami drink whiskey. ’t'lie only woman in Salt Lake City wlien tlieU. | S. troops entered it, was Mrs. Gumming, the wife of the Governor. i Cotton is called king, yet theliens of the United States, produce twice as much as the cotton ami sugar fields both. < 0 *- Y J iosfS > m Spottsylvania county, Va., has aheld ot 125 acres of corn, which is estimated to yield 15,000 barrels. An dibit- is being made in Arkansas to induce i the Legislature to compel the whole colored pop ulation to leave the Dews fall in the gloom of night, but at morning j are radiant with the sunbeams, ‘fears shed in great sorrow, rellect the light of eternal day. The Dean of Kipon, England and J. Q. Wilson of Albany, N. Y., are the survivors of those who accompanied Robert Fulton on his first steam trip- It is said that common mullon leaves smoked in a now pipe—one in which tobacco has never been used—is a sure and certain cure for bron ! chit is. j Rev. Edward Beecher, J>. D., author of the ‘•Conflict of Ages,” lias in preparation another work upon the same subject, which will soon be published. j The Leviathan Company is in debt $325,000. It will cost $400,000 more to fit her for sea without cabins. She is to be sold to anew company to ; pay her debts. .Systematic labor compared with that without plan or order, accomplishes far more and does its work with much greater ease to both mental and physical powers. A pair of boots marked -J. having been found in a humpedbacked whale taken off Nahant a few days since, it is guessed by some wag that they belonged to Jonah. Among the distinguished persons at the recent I session ot the American Institute, in Norwich ! . was Airs. Lydia 11. Sigourney, now visit i ing her native town. A wealthy farmer in Kentucky says “I would rather lie taxed for the education of the boy than the ignorance of the man. For one or the other I am compelled to be.” In the city of Milwaukie, Wisconsin, the people are taxed at the rate of $2,117 for every man. wo man and child, for city purposes alone. The debt of the city is $2,873,850.] “My native city has treated me badly,” said a drunken vagabond, “but J love her still.” “Probably her still is all that you love about her,” replied a gentleman. A cute A ankee in Kansas sells liquor in a gun barrel instead of a glass, that he may avoid the law, and make it appear beyond dispute, that he is selling liquor by the barrel. A Louisiana Baptist paper suggests a novel way to obtain unanimity in church matters—that is by turning out the minority, rather than bring strife and contention into the church. The Boston ('mirier states that the late Amos Lawrence gave away, for charitable purposes, during the last twenty-four years of his life, from the close of 1828 to the close of 1852, $639,000. Lady Byron, the widow of the poet, succeeded to the Baronetcy of Wentworth, a few months ago, and is now a Peeress in her own right, as well as a Dowager Baroness by her unfortunate marriage. A ease of poisoning has been discovered at Hartford, and hushed up “on account of the re speetality of the parties.” The husband-put arsenic in her coffee, which she drank, but it was not enough to kill her. A witty dentist having labored in vain to extri cate a decayed tooth from a lady’s mouth, s gave up the task, with the felicitous apology—“ The fact is, madam, it is imposible for anything bad to come from your mouth.” The fashionables of Philadelphia no longer wear hoops to any extent. They are worn so as to be scarcely perceptible, which gives the ladies a neat and graceful form. Large hoops are now only worn by the under o ust. There are unseen telegraph lines, whose cur rents mysteriously bind heart to heart when eye hath not looked to eye, or palm been grasped in palm. There are those whom we love as friends, whose voices we have never heard. Harrison county, Ohio, is considered the greatest wool growing county in the United States. It is estimated that the crop of this year amounts to four hundred thousand pounds, worth one hun dred and seventy-two thousand dollars. The powder which was used at Sandwich, Mass., to celebrate the successful laying of the ca ble, was purchased during the war of 1812 to fight Our then English enemy. It has been kept in a tight cask in a magazine since that time. <iov. King, of New York, has been burned in effigy, in Cattaraugus county, for commuting the sentence’of a murderer named Sulivan, to impris onment for life. Judge Grover, who sustained the Governor, was complimented in a similar man ner. A fish, diamond-shaped, with a head like a liz ard, and a tail like a rat, and of great length, was exhibited in Nantucket, Mass., on Monday. The fish was purchased by the assistant of Prof. Agas siz, who will remove the flesh and preserve the skeleton. The Independence Beige states that a young lady living in Hanover has been sentenced by a court of that town to pay a fine of two francs “for hav ing worn a dress which, occupying the whole breadth of the pavement, is an obstruction to the public way.” Daniel Rogers, Esq., of New London, Conn., claims to have a Bible.in his possession, which be longed to the Rev. John Rogers, who was burned at the stake 303 years ago. Jt is not divided into verses, and differs in its division of chapters from the King James edition. “I wish to ’’procure the biography of Pollock,’’ said a student to the bookseller at the corner of Water street, Boston. “We have it not sir,” was the reply. “Can you inform me where I can ob tain it?” “I can not sir, but I dare say you will find it in the ‘Course of Time.’” A friend of ours was sit t ing upon the verandah of ail up-country inn, when lie hailed “one of the oldest inhabitants,” and inquired the denomina tion of the church upon the opposite side of the road. The reply—“Wal. she was a Baptist init ially, but they don’t run her now.” Some of the merchants of St. Paul, Minnesota, are importing largely from Europe direct, by way of New Orleans and the Mississippi liver. They say that the whole cost of transportation from Liverpool to St. Paul, by the way of the Missis sippi, is little greater than that of transhipment and charges from New York. A gentleman having given a grand party, his tailor was among the company, and was thus ad dressed by his lordship— “My.<lear sir, I remember your face, but 1 for get. your name.” The tailor whispered, in a low tone—“ I made your breeches.’’ The nobleman, taking him by the hand ex claimed— “ Major Breeches, I am happy, to see you.” Five rowdies, and a woman of bad character, went from St. Louis, Mo., on Wednesday, the 18th inst., to Bloody Island, and while there, be haved so badly that the citizens caught them, and gave the male portion a severe cowskinning, af ter which they tarred and feathered them, and then tying them all together with a strong rope, compelled the woman to lead them on board the ferry-boat, amid the laughter and shouts of the assembled crowd. When Sheridan was in distress in. early life, one of his resources was writing for the fugitive pub lications of the day, in which he was materially as sisted by his wife; and many years after his en trance into the sphere of politics he was heard to say, that ‘if he had stuck to the law, he believed he should have done as much as his friend, Tom Erskine; but,’ continued he, ‘I had no time for such studies. Mrs. Sheridan and myself were of ten obliged to keep writing for our daily leg or shoulder of mutton.’ One of hie friends, to whom he confessed this, wittily replied, ‘Then I,perceive, it was a joint concern.’ A .Qli* / Kittle Lee* Like the song-bird of the mountain, Joyous and free: Pure as a lily by the fountain, Was Kit tie Lee. Like the azure tints of morning. Her cheek’s soft hue; As the stars, the heavens adorning, Her eyes of blue. Gentle as a breeze in summer, When zephyrs blow: Musical as the fountain’s murmur— Her voice so low. Ever ltappy, ever singing In merry glee— Joy to our hearts she’s ever bringing, Sweet Kittle Lee. Death claimed her early ’mong his number, And bore away <>ur Kittie, folded in a slumber, To realms of day. And now a white-robed angel dwelleth rp, , , Gn yon bright shore— I lie seraph chorus gently swelletli Forevermore. THE SOUL’S APPEAL, l have not wealth to crown thy brows With precious wreaths of pearls ; I may riot hind the diamond’s light, Within thy “lossy curls; I have not gold to purchase robes From India’s mystic loom ; I cannot bring the foreign plants, Os gorgeous, costly bloom. My home is not where fashion dwells, in halls of burnished gold, Nor yet, beneath the ivied roof, Os kindly castles old; I’ve but a simple forest cot, Hung o’er by whispering trees, Where golden sunbeams pause to rest, Amid the downy leaves. Yet 1 have dared tokneelto thee, Though humble horn and poor, I’ll give to thee the truest heart, That ever maiden wore! Oh, give to ine but thy sweet love— ’Tis all my spirit craves : I’ll lean around thee as the shore, Leans round the beating waves. For thy sweet sake, I’ll labor on, Till fame shall wreath my brow, And w-ealth and pride, before my shrine, Their haughty heads shall how ! And thou shult lav thy tender form Upon my heart to rest — M;/ sonl would swell with mighty strength, With thee upon my breast. Thou wilt ho mine ! I know-—I feel, I read it in thine eye, And my heart’s vow is heard and known, And registered on high! For thee I’ll brave the roughest storm, And love the hardest fate— If thou art near to cheer me on, My spirit’s noble mate! JEFFERSON AND JHIORE. Mr. Randal 1, in the third and concluding vol ume of his “Life of Thomas Jefferson,” relates in a quiet vein ol subdued humor an amusing epi sode in the life oftliat groat man. Thomas Moore visited the United States in 1803-’4, at the age of twenty-four, just after he had acquired a dubious notoriety by the publication of Little’s Poems. He was presented to President Jefferson by Mr. Merry, the British Minister. It seems that Jef ferson, not aware of the identity of the poetical young gentleman—probably not having heard of, and certainly having not read, his amorous lucu brations—simply spoke to the lilliputian stranger, looking doown coldly on him, as six feet two will look down on five feet three, and passed on. This was in June, 1804, and Moore much offended “fell to lampooning the President and everything American, except a few attentive Federal gentle man and ladies.” These he published on his re turn to England and that what he wrote in verse was his full conviction, is evident from his private let ters to his mother, from America, which Lord John Russell, with his usual want of judgement, has published with Moore’s Diaries. When some of Jefferson’s intimate friends saw the verse in which. Moore had not only abused America, but lampooned her Chief Magistrate, they determined to place the subject before the person chiefly concerned. Jefferson’s daughter (Mrs. Randolph) and his ex-secretary, Mr. Bur well, talked themselves into a towering indigna tion and waited upon Jefferson, who was sitting reading in the library at Monticello, serenely un conscious of the calamity. “ Burwell pointed out the obnoxious passages, The victim glanced through them; looked at one angry interlocutor and then the other. It was amusing enough to see Bunvell so exasperated; but the calm, gentle Martha’s passion-gust was irresistible. Mr. Jeffer son broke out into a clear hearty laugh. There was more than argument—there was canviction in that laugh. Theindignantpair retreated, look ing a little crest fallen, but as soon as the library door closed, joined heartily in the merriment.” Many years later, Moore’s Irish Melodies ap peared in the United States. The book was placed in Jefferson’s hands by his grand-daughter, who had some curiosity to know how it would be re ceived. “Why,” said he, “this is the little man who satirized me so!” lie had always sympa thized keenly with the Irish patriots. The de lightful rythm fell like music on a susceptible ear. He presently exclaimed, “Why, he is a poet after all!” Henceforth, adds Mr. Randall, the Bard of Erin shared with Burns the honor of being fami liarly read by the retired statesmen, when Byron, Wordsworth, Southey, Coleridge, Campeli, etc., never could (or at least never did) break through the barrier of his early habits and tastes. The last page on which Mr. Jefferson’s hand traced his*farewell to his daughter, contained a quotation of sevaral lines from Moore’s song commencing, “It is not the tear at this moment shed.”—Ex change. NATURAL BEAUTIES IN HEAVEN/ Nature incite wildness, how sublimely grand! Here is primeval beauty untouched by the defac ing finger of Art. No puny man has endeavored to improve the work of God, and all is fresh, blooming, and beautiful. Precious indeed, do we esteem the privilege of nestling among the “tan gled wildwood,” or roaming mid fields so green and forest so grand. Here in this sequestered spot, is every variety of beauty. Above is the shining sky so brilliant—beneath are the wild flowers blooming so modestly in the sunlight—all around spreads the landscape so fresh and so green, and the little rill leaps and murmurs in its gleesome course among the grassy dells and along the velvety lawns. Fit place this for contempla tion ! What lofty conceptions of the power and skill of the Creator, do these objects of beauty in spire. What exalted ideas do they suggest in regard toman —his nature and coining destiny! Surely the design of their creation, was the pro motion of his happiness. And that thisdesign be accomplished, lie must, of necessity, have a cor responding element, in the organism of his mind. There must be an element capable of discover ing and appreciating beauty, else these charming landscapes—these blooming flowers and sunny skies would bo to him but unseemly objects. If there were no inner world, corresponding to, and harmonizing with the outer, all would be sterility anil barrenness in this bright world of ours. But as it is, the outer object impresses the inner soul, and causes every fibre to thrill with pleasurable emotion. Now this element, is as much a part ot the soul as is thought, memory, will, or any other of its attributes, and is just as much immortal as is the soul itself. It will live when these materi al objects by which it is here surrounded, and which are the means of its happiness, decay aiid wither. It will live as an attribute of the soul when the spirit is freed from all terrestrial ob jects, and has ascended to the celestial clime. What follows then ? Is this element of the spirit to be left, in heaven unprovided for ? Is this ave nuo of the soul’s happiness to be forever closed when it becomes disembodied ? Will heaven be divested of these objects of beauty, and will there be no blooming flowers—nor singing birds—nor flowing brooks—nor shining skies—nor sylvan forests—nor glowing landscapes in the future home of the saints? Such a thing cannot be, if this element is immortal —if it exists with its sis ter attributes in the future world, its longings must be satisfied, and hence these beautiful ob jects must exist therewith it. Both the elements and the objects, however, will doubtless undergo great change, Each must be rendered perfect in order to harmonize with all else in that world of bliss. But this change will only enhance the capacity of each—the objects to emit greater de grees of beauty, and the element to more keenly perceive and more fully appreciate. —California Christian Advocate The N. O. Picayune insists that as dogs are property, no person or corporation has authority or right to kill them, any more than they hav6 [ authority or right to kill horses OP cows. ii. .niMiiwnar n- ‘’ ‘ ‘ 1 T it*’ i’- ’rV'tfii.i’fr