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PENPIELD, GEORGIA,
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Almost continuous clouds and abundant rains
have been the schedule of the weather for the
last week. The atmosphere has been damp and
chilly, and colds are very prevalent.
We learn from the last issue of the <'!>rl*flan
Index, that Rev. Samuel Boykin has been chosen
Assistant Editor of that paper. Mr. Boykin B a
young man of promising talents and high moral
worth, and we extend to him a cordial welcome
into the fraternity.
A writer in the Troupville Watchman says that
he saw a light between a king-snake .and a rattle
snake, the latter being the largest, but the former
coming off victorious. After killing his antago
nist, he swallowed him and crawled off, appar
ently no larger than at first.
The Savannah News of the 4th inst., says; The
printing presses, engine, type, fixtures, forms,
printing utensils and appurtenances, good will
and patronage of the Georyian were sold yester
day at the Court House, under a foreclosure of
mortgage. The purchaser was Solomon Cohen,
and the price paid was 53,100.
The late >S. S. Prentiss once narrated the fol
lowing, as the line of defence by which he se
cured the acquittal of a client who was on trial
for libel:
“It was a most aggravated case as far as facts
were concerned. Bu 11 made these points: First,
that the plaintiff’s character was so bad that it was
incapable of injury: and secondly, that my client was
so notorious a liar, that nobody would believe any
statement he should make; and therefore the jury
agreed with me on both points, and acquitted my
client”
How frail a thing is human reputation! A
breath of slander will always tarnish, and some
times utterly destroy it. When a man is dead,
his name may be firmly established, and his fame
become brighter and more enduring as age suc
ceeds age. The dark mists which roll around its
base but serve to bring out in greater effulgence
the light that plays upon its summit. But while
living, the whole structure is continually agitated
by the waves of public opinion, and at any mo
ment it may be submerged never to rise again.
Some weeks ago we published an anecdote
illustrative of the shrewdness of “ Old Jack
Jones,” which we clipped from some of our exchan
ges, but we think it originally appeared in Harper's
Monthly, It seems that “Old .lack” is a verita
ble character, (we thought him a myth,) and has
written to us, complaining that the anecdote, as
related, does him injustice. We are of the opin
ion that the published version of the story is
better than liis; but if be thinks there is any
harm done, he had best appeal to the paper in
which it first appeared.
A female friend informs us that the ladies are
going to adopt anew style of bats. We are glad
to hear it, and hope it will be appropriate. It
will be an improvement, without doubt,; for cer
tainly nothing worse than the colewort leaf-sliaped
concerns now in vogue could be conceived.
Dogs Thicken. Our villagers are nightly fa
vored with barking concerts, in which every note
may be heard, from the shrill winnings of a six
inch Jice to the deep, heavy hayings of the cur.
Ought we not to be thankful that we are so doy
yedly blessed.
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A paragraph has been going the rounds of the
papers recently, stating that “an old lady, ofTits
cumbia, oilers a reward of 520,000 to any young
lady not over IT years of age, who is willing to
live in the capacity of an adopted daughter to her.”
The Tuscumbia Democrat says that this is a hoax,
but it seems one man “bit at the bait thrown out.”
A few days since a letter for the old lady who
offers $20,000 reward for a young lady, was re
ceived by the Postmaster at Tuscumbkt, which is
published in the Democrat, f.s follows:
“ ; So. (Av., July 30th, ISJS.
Dear Madam: I see an advertisement in (he
Columbia paper purporting to be from yourself,
expressing a desire to adopt some ‘child as your
own.
I have four daughters, who are natives of this
State; someone of whom, perhaps, wouid suit
you.
reads French, and is well acquainted with Music,
Painting, Drawing, Needlework, &c.
read French, and is also acquainted with Music,
Needle-work, Ac.
and is studying grammar, geography, Ac.
writes, Ac.
I am a Minister of the Gospel, my salary is
small and if you are willing t-o adopt any one of
my daughters, I have no doubt but that they will
eonsenttolive with you. For further information,
address.
BOOKS OF TRAVEL form a class of literature
combining the advantages both of history and
novels, being interesting and instructive. They
impart a large amount of valuable information
which could scarce be obtained from any other
source, throwing light upon Geography, History,
Natural Science and Ethnology. When properly
written, we know of no class of works which may
be read with more profit.
But it is unfortunately the case, that few trav
ellers duly appreciate the dignity of their office
It has become fashionable to travel, and to pub
lish accounts of their journeys. Hence, the
1 shelves of our libraries are loaded with “ First
Impressions, “Souvenirs of Travel” and “Memo
ries of Foreign Lands” in such numbers that one
•‘nu.’st needs have a tireless energy to peruse them
all. Even if read, not one in ten would repay
the trouble. They all follow a beaten track, see
the same sights, hear the same sounds and ex
perience the same emotions. There is even less
variety in the character and order of incidents
than is to be found in the ordinary course of
home-life. This is not because there are no lon
ger places, scenery, manners, customs and people
worthy of description which have not yet been de
scribed, but rather from want of the requisite
qualifications in those who travel. Most of those
who go abroad, procure a guide-book, and some
other work of reference, and from them make
out a list of things to be seen before starting.
They conceive the idea that any object, concern
ing which some distinguished traveller has not
spoken, is unworthy of being named. That their
“Memories of Foreign Lands” will contain noth
ing new, might be readily predicted.
Another class travel merely for amusement —
‘-as a high-toned method of spending their money.
‘They cultivate a moustache, try assume very
haughty airs, mouthe French miserably and aim
the exquisite in all tilings. Everything has
beaouie very flat, insipid and worthless about
hwne sioee they have been abroad. The manners
of even oqr best society have lost all refinement
since they have been admitted to the polished
circles of Paris. Their books, when they write,
fre strongly tainted by tii£ corruptions of the
effete under-crust of European aristocracy. From
such books, deliver us.
These is no place like Home.”
rniiAT line lias touched thousands of hearts,
X and in every one awakened a responsive echo.
No matter where its abode may have been, whe
ther amid the bleak hills of Iceland, or in climes
where every spot is a garden and the air is laden j
with richest perfumes, it has felt the truthful
pathos of this sentiment. The spot may be I
gloomy, but association renders it lovely ; it may !
be bright, but familiarity only renders it more j
beautiful. All that is grand, picturesque, sub- !
lime or otherwise pleasing to the beholder’s eye, ;
cannot lessen the charms of home, or dim the re-1
collections which cluster there. /
“ There is no place like home.” The traveller
has felt it when he stood on the towering Alps, ■
surveyed the remains of ancient temples, or wan- j
tiered amid the ruins of cities which arc no longer
homes. The trembling sailor-boy lias called up ‘
the peaceful quiet of liis native cottage when the
billows rolled like mountains, and every moment ‘■
threatened to engulf him in a watery grave. The j
hardy soldier, when the battle’s fury has raged i
and passed on and he lies wounded and dying, j
“ with his feet to the field and his face to the!
foe,” sends a sigh to bis far-off home ere he yields •
liis latest breath. Amid the splendor of palaces j
and the gorgeous luxury that surrounds royalty, j
the courtier has thought regretfully of the hum- j
ble fireside where lie could spend his hours in a
peacefulness undisturbed by turmoil, tin harassed !
by care. Who that ever climbed high and pei
tbrmed noble achievements in any field of labor, I
lias not felt a pride in knowing that lie gives j
pleasure to those who loved him in childhood j
and watched with anxiety the progress of the boy ? ;
Every one must have felt the sentiment of those ■
lines indited l>y the poet in the warm glow of his j
filial and fraternal affection :
“ As the hare, whom lioundg and horns pursue,
Pants to die place front whence at first she flew,
I still had hopes, my Jons, vexations past,
Here to return, and die at home at last.”
Who ever had a home who loved it not? There
be those, indeed, who find the revelries of the
dram-shop and the dissipations of the gambling
saloon more attractive than domestic enjoyment.
There be those who will hurry from the fireside
where a lovely wife is ready to shed her bewitch
ing influence, and a bright-eyed child laughs with
merry glee, to pat ticipate in the smoking, drink
ing, cursing and ribaldry of a club-room. But
such have lost, or wickedly suppress, the kindly
emotions which nature implanted in them, and
are no more worthy to be called her sons. With
all who love religion, tiyth and purity, and have
ever felt the influence of those holy affections
which gush up in such rich fulness in the family,
home is the dearest spot on earth. There is a
magic, a strain of sweet music in its name. It
calls the man of business from his schemes of
getting rich, and the aspirant for fame from his
wild ambition. There is in it some charm that
smoothes the brow of trouble, and lifts the loads
of oppressive care. The rude thatched shed of
the peasant is not less loved by its occupants—
those who spent their lives in it and there have
the heir-looms of their affections—than the stately
mansion of the grandee. For,
“ We need not power or splendor—
Wide hall or lordly dome:
The good, the true, the tender—
These form the wealth of home.”
How sad the lot of those who have no home!
Like ships on the ocean, bound from and to no
port, floating as courseless as if driven at the
mercy of the winds, with sails in tatters and their
rudders lost. The waves roll fearfully and the
storm sweeps with destructive fury. A signal of
distress hangs out from the masthead, but no
friendly bark comes to the rescue; for the home
less are friendless. They may be praised and flat
tered ; lauded without deserving and honored
far beyond their expectat ions. But when trouble,
grief and anguish shall come—as come they must
—there is no ear to which the distressed may re
late all his woes; no lips from which words of
consolation may fall, like healing balm, upon the
wounded spirit. It is in these gloomy hours,
when sorrow oppresseth and melancholy marks
the soul for her own, that the heart of man, who
ever he be. feels that ‘‘there is no place like
home.”
NJjNEofour feelings are more imposed upon,
or so much wasted, as our sympathy. Being
one which imparts pleasure in a very high degree,
we arc ever ready to give it indulgence, even at
the very appearance of suffering. It is true, that
much misery exists in the world, unnoticed and
uncared for; but it is equally true, that many
things about which philanthrophy creates so
much noise, is undeserving of commiseration.
This is a hard world, and not the least of its hard
ness is, that it oftenest bestows pity where it is
unmerited, and withholds it where it would be
properly bestowed. A man will sometimes readily
give half a-dollar to the unknown mendicant on
the street, while he exacts a strict account Item
the poor woman who does his sewing at ten cents
a day.
We need not to point to those false philanthro
pists who are continually lifting up howling lam
entations over the woes of humanity, yet will not
lift the burden with their little fingers. All their
pretensions are hypocritical, and the show of ben
evolence which they affect, a bitter mockery.
We would prefer to speak rather of those cases
in which the waste of sympathy is not the*result
of design. It is at all times possible for the de
signing, by exhibiting a fictitious distress, to im
pose upon our good nature, and receive expres
sions of sympathy, which they do not deserve.
Many appear self-deceived, so flimsy are the sub
terfuges which are practised. Occasionally wo
‘<■<■ foreigners travelling through the country on
loot, who profess not to speak or understand a
word of our language. They wiil go to every
House and present a paper which almost invaria
bly recounts a horrible tale of shipwreck and loss
of property, while an aged mother and father,
perhaps a wife and small children, are left on
some island from which they have not the means
of departing. Moved by a plea so’touching, every
one gives him something, until, after a few months
of travelling, lie finds himself in the possession of
a handsome purse. That mgny foreigners have
accumulated fortunes by such stories, we have
not the smallest doubt. In our cities, these vag
abonds collect in immense herds, and one must
studiously guard the outlets of his sympathies, if
he wou’d avoid being made a victim of their
wiles. Some class all mendicants together as im
posters, and close their ears to all appeals to their
charity; but this is an extreme more deplorable
than an indiscriminate generosity.
If all the sympathy that has been wasted could
be collected, it would be abundantly sufficient to
accomplish all the objects for which philanthropy
has prayed and striven. It would send the mis
sionary, with Gospel light, to the darkened home
of every heathen, and lift from the savage the
fetters of ignorance. The chamber of suffering
indigence would be visited, and pallid want give
place to plenty and cheerfulness. The limbs that
now totter along the street in rags would bo
clothed, and the eye glaring with the madness of
hunger, made to beam with delight. Will men
ever properly value this noble sentiment of our
nature, and direct it to its legitimate ends?
>
Peterson, always the first of our monthlies, is
here,-looking fresh, bright and very attractive.
It is the favorite magazine with many of the la
dies. Price, $2.
No horse ever found a mare’s nest. That dis
covery can only be made by a donkey,
EEVTProf. basnet!, in his speech before the
Carrollton Masonic Institute, (a pamphlet of
! some forty pages, with which a friend lias favored
us,) speaks as follows of the number of young
men now in College in this state:
In all the Colleges of Georgia, there are only
i about four hundred students; and if we add to
i these all that she Inis tit College/ outside of her
j own limits, fhere are not more than about live
i hundred and fifty. Let any man cast his eye
! over this great State—one of the most enlight
; ened, wealthy and populous in the Union—let
i him think of the vast numbers of youth there are
! everywhere diffused over it, and then remember
that out of them all there are inly five hundred
and fifty who are in attendance upon these higher**
instruction agencies, and he will he impressed at
I once with the fact that, there is a disproj>oition
i that is most remarkable. And if we extend our
j survey, we will find that tlie ratio here indicated
is about the average one for the whole Union.
Let any man look around bint among all the
youth of his acquaintance, and how few are there
| who are students at College ! Ilow small a rep-{
resentation has any community; has any one of
the wealthiest and most populous counties now
in attendance at College!
Now if the Professor had have included in this
enumeration all who are being educated at schools
which aspire to be colleges—which have their
Presidents, Professors, Commencements, Cata
logues, Alumni, and in every respect swell out
in pretensions not surpassed by our first-class
universities, he would have gotten a much larger ;
number. The'great multitude of high titled !
schools is the cause of the meagre patronage |
which our colleges receive. The colleges, some
of which are not endowed at all, and none sitffi- ;
ciently, have been forced to compete for patron- j
age with these young rivals, and the result has
been a lamentable lowering of the educational j
standard.
Under these circumstances, we do not consider
the fact that only five hundred and fifty of the
youth of Georgia are now receiving the benefit of
collegiate education so very deplorable. A great
many more enjoy these opportunities than are
profited. Many attend college merely because it
has become fashionable, and not because they
wish to receive instruction. These become drones
in society, or, if they pretend to do anything,
bring, by their inefficiency, disgrace upon the in
stitution which has the name of having educated
them. The educational policy which we advo
cate, is the establishment of a common school
system which will place an elementary education
within the reach of every one, and an endowment
of our colleges which will make them entirely in
dependent of patronage. Then, whether they
had five students or five hundred, they could
maintain their standard, and graduate none but
scholars. Were this plan adopted and carried
out, our people would become far better educa
ted, and the usefulness .of our colleges be in
creased a hundred fold.
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While the ship load of Africans lately captured
by the United States Brig Dolphin was lying in
the port of Charleston, it was visited by the edi
tor of the Southern Baptist, who thus describes their
appearance and manners:
There was an appearance of cheerfulness among
the captives quite surprising when recollecting
that one third of their number had already per
ished. But they obviously felt their change, and
knew they were in the hands of protectors. Por
tions of them were acquainted with each other,
as the females especially who had the quarter
deck, were gathered in their groups, perhaps rela
ted to each other, or gathered from the same
neighborhood. They had been collected from a
region of 500 miles in extent, and prior to their
being shut up in the African barraccoon, few of
them had probably known each other. Two of
them only could speak in broken Portuguese, but
it is difficult to ascertain whether they generally
are bound together by common language. In
their singing and antics, they show a common
origin. Several of their songs were sung by the
whole multitude; even those extremely sick
seemed to join. They told off the time by beat
ing with their hands; which suddenly give
place to the rapid swaying of their bodies. Their
voices wore soft as well as powerful, and in the
wild choruses, the volume of voices arose to a
shout almost ten iftic.
When we first boarded brig, the whole multi
tude were on deck, in a state of complete nudity,
there being a lew exceptions where a strip of rag,
an inch or two wide, was around the waist. They
were evidently suffering from cold, as their blood
had become chilled by fifty days at sea, low diet
and sickness, and brought to this latitude of 32
north, from the torrid regions of the equator.
St range as it may seem, while their muscular devel
opment seemed scant and lank, their faces were
generally very good. Only those extremely far
gone in sickness showed anything forbidding in
their features. Some of the females, despite their
exposure, seemed essentially modest; and among
them were two or three who were called princes
cs, one of them being of a brown color, and tlieir
persons marked all over with curious and elabor
ate tattoo work—the indelible marks of birth and
distinction.
Mr. Thackeray, in his Virginians, gives the follow
ing recipe for tho 1 treatment of the disease called
love in females. What say our fair friends?
Must it be taken literally or metaphorically?
“In complaints such as that under which the
poor little maiden was supposed to be suffering,
the remedy of absence and distance often acts
• effectually with men; but I believe women are
not so easily cured by the alibi treatment. Some
of them will go away ever so far, and for ever so
long, and the obstinate disease bangs by them,
spite of distance or climate. Von may whip,
abuse, torture, iusult them, and still the little,
deluded creatures will persist in’ their fidelity.
Nay, if I may speak, after profound and exten
sive study and observation, there ore few better
ways of securing the faithfulness and admiration
of the beautiful partners of our existence than a
little judicious ill-treatment: a brisk dose of oc
casional violence as an alternative, and for gen
eral and wholesome diet, a cooling but pretty
constant neglect. At sparing intervals, adminis
ter small quantities of love and kindness; but
not every day, or too often, as this medicine,
much taken, loses its effect. Those dear crea
tures who are the most indifferent to their hus
bands, are those who are cloyed by too much
surfeiting of the sugar-plums and lollypops of
Love. I have known a young being, with every
wish gratified, yawn in her adoring husband’s
face, and prefer the conversation and peitifs soins
of the merest booby and idiot; while, on the
other hand, I have seen Chloe—at whom Streph
on has Hung bootjack in the morning,’ or whom
he has cursed before the servants at dinner—
come creeping and fondling to his knee at tea
time, when he is Comfortable after his little nap
and his good wine, and pat his head and play
him his favorite tunes; and when old John, the
butler, or old Mary, the maid, comes in with the
bed-candles, look around proudly, as much as to
say, now. John, look liow good my dearest Ilenry
is! Make your game, gentlemen, then! What
used the late lamented O’Connell to say, over
whom a grateful country has raised such a mag
nificent testimonial ? “ Hereditary bondsmen,”
he used to remark, “know ye not, who would he
free, themselves must strike the blow ?” Os course
you must, in political as in domestic circles. So
up with your cudgels, my enslaved, injured hoys!
“You have lost your baby, I hear,” said one
gentleman to another.
“Yes, poor little thing! It was only five
mouths old. We did all we could for it. We
had four doctors, blistered its-head and feet, put
mustard poultices all over it, gave it nine calomel
I powders, leeched its temples, had it bled and
gave it all kinds of medicines, and yet, after a
. week’s illness, it died.”
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j It is twenty years since the practicability of
j ocean steam navigation was demonstrated by the
aVrival of the Sirius (April 23,1838, ) in New York
! from Cork, making the passage in eighteen days.
! She was a steamer of only 700 tons and 320 horse
i power. On the same day, the Great Western,
j 1340 tons, arrived in New York, from Bristol!
j having made the passage in fourteen and a-half
I days.
j Six persons are to be tried for their lives at the
next term of the court in Albany county, N, Y.
J the youngest 12 years old, and the oldest 58.
Uj EMUS of the highest order has ever seem oil
VT to scorn those appliances bv which common
mortals rise to fame. It mounts, by its own in
herent energies, to heights to which the plodding
must climb with many a weary step and many a
groan. It overleaps*obstacles which to others
prove insuperable barriers, and wins success where
failure seems almost inevitable. It can make
profound scholars of those who never enjoyed the
benefits of scholastic training, and precludes the
necessity for long preparation to lit its possessor
for any vocation. Blake, the most successful sea
captain of his time, never trod the deck of a ves
sel until lie was fifty years of age. Sliakspea’ro,
whose name now is the brightest gem in the cor
onet of England’s glory, never imbibed his inspi
ration at Iter world renowned universities. But
one of the most striking illustra'ionjs of the power
of genius to sway all other inclinations and over
rifle all obstacles, is to he found in the life and
performances of Hugh Miller. Left at a tender
age to a lot of orphanage and indigence, and dis
appointing the wishes of friends who desired him
to enter the church, lie adopted a most humble
ami laborious vocation. As an obscure stone
mason, lie entered the Athens of the North, amid
whose literary circles he was destined to shine so
conspicuously. But while breaking rocks and
digging in quarries, he was seeking to read the
history which past ages had written there. By
the innate vigor of his-mind, he instituted and
carried out researches in the most abstruse of
sciences, and established his hypotheses on firm
grounds. Though confined in his opportunities
for reading, he almost, from liis earliest efforts at i
authorship, expressed himself in a manner singu- |
larly happy, pure, elegant and correct. Thus lie
went on discovering and elucidating facts anti
advancing new theories until he, who was a dolt,
at school and began life at a most unpromising
occupation, was considered one of the first schol
ars of Europe. Surely the power of genius was
never more decidedly exhibited, nor was she ever
more honored in her son.
Application may be, as some have asserted, the
best form of genius, but it certainly is not the
highest. It may do much—so much that we are
frequently struck with surprise at what it can ac
complish. It enables the man of moderate tal
ents to outstrip the genius that is wasted in friv
olity and vacillation. But application can move
only in a known track; it cannot strike out a
path of its own, and leave it a broad, open high
way to those who shall come after. Application
may kindle the spark into a blaze, even until the
flames rise high and shed their light far abroad,
but it can never strike out that spark from the
dull, heavy metal. Application uses, molds and
increases; genius creates.
A DIABOLICAL, EXHIBITION.
“In the year 1832,” said to us yesterday a dis
tinguished legal gentleman of New Orleans, “I
visited Paris, in the course of a European tour,
that my Americanism might be polished down by
a little attrition among the genteel particles of
Parisian society. I found the world of Paris in
a very considerable state of excitement in conse
quence of an ordinary performance which was
nightly exhibited by an eastern juggler, and which
was nothing more or less than the apparent de
capitation of a man in the presence of an audi
ence, and under the very noses of a committee of
medical gentlemen who stood only so far distant
while the operation was being performed as to
escape the swing of the long, two-edged sword
with which the juggler smote cft’ the head. I
went to see this exhibition, which took place in
a theatre, in company with several Americans.
The theatre was crowded with between two
and three thousand spectators, and the curtain
was up displaying a common table, six feet long,
upon the stage-at the very edge of which I ob
tained a seat, having gone very early.
At the given time, tho jugglar, a sh’iguler look
ing man, came upon the stage, with his shirt
sleeves rolled up to the shoulders, ancl bearing a
long, heavy two-edged sword. He upset the ta
ble on the boards and showed that there was no
concealed drawer or other recess, and placed it
in the blaze of the footlights near the edge of the
stage. In a.few words, lie stated what lie was go
ing to do, and requested some of the audience to
come forward and stand upon the stage, that they
might see there “was no deception.” A number of
medical gentlemen who had been- chosen as a
commitltee to investigate tho matter, if possible,
took their position upon the stage and soon after
the victim, who had been sitting in the parquette,
mounted the stage, removed his coat and cravat,
turned back bis shirt collar, and, laying on the
table, elevated bis chin to more fairly exposed
his neck to the headsman’s weapon. The juggler
then raised his keen and featful looking sword,
and; giving it a wide sweep, brought it down—!
say brought it down upon the peck, for no or.o
could see that he did not.oven those within three
foot of him—upon the neck of the subject with
great force! Blood spirted high into the air,some
of it falling on our party, and deluged the stage,
while the most fearful sound, a something be
tween a groan and a shriek of horror from the
whole assemblage, shook the building, and nume
rous women and some males fell fainting in their
seats and were borne out by ushers of the house.
The juggler raised his sword again, repeated tin’
blow, and the disserved head fell upon the floor !
Taking it by the hair, he held it up to the audi
ence for full five minutes, until the blood had
ceased to flow from the several arteries, the lower
jaw had fallen and the face had assumed the ap
pearance of a corpse Is : then throwing it heavily
upon the stage, lie requested the committee to ex
amine it, which they did, passing it li otn hand to
hand. They then examined the body upon the ta
ble, from the headless neck of which the blood lmd
not yet ceased to drop upon the floor of the stage;
they lifted the limbs and let them fall with the
limp inertia of lifeless matter, and of course, pro
nounced the man dead to all intents and pur
poses.
After they had concluded their investigation,
the juggler informed the audience that lie was
going to put the man’s head on again, and restore
him to life. Taking up the head he kid it on
the table, fitted the two parts of the neck to each
other, and begun to mutter and make signs over
the corps. In about five minutes the lately decap
itated man slowly turned his gastly and altogeth
er horrible face, white as snow, toward the audi
ence, and an excitement followed exceeding, if
any thing that which occured when the first blow
ot theswordfell. In afew moments the eyelids grad
ually opened and displayed eyes wearing a glassy,
corpeslike stare ; by degrees, a life-like specula
tion came into them, some color returned to the
face, and alter stretching his limbs the man arose
from the resumed his coat, walked down
from the stage, and mingled witlf the crowd.
ihe exhibition was ever. The neck of the ap
parently decapitated man bore a red mark and
and a sear around it, like a cicatrice of a’ newly
healed wound. All this I saw with my own eyes
which were as effectually deceived as those of
tens of thousands of other persons I could in no
way, consistently with reason, account for any
feature of this horribly thrilling feat of trickery.
I have never heard of the trick being performed
b y °ther man, and very possibly it originated
anddied with him. However it is scarcely moore
unaccountable than many often displayed feats of
droit fraternity of Eastern jugglers.—A. 0. h'M
Delta.
Advice of an Odd Ladv.— Now, John, listen to
me, for i’m older than you, or 1 couldn’t he your
mother. Never do you many a young woman,
John, before you have contrived to happen at tne
house where she live, at least four or five times
before breakfast. You should know how late
she lies in bed in the morning. You shouU ‘
notice whether her complexion is the same in tne
morning as it is in the evening, or whether tne
morning wash and the towel have robbed p
her evening bloom. You should take care to
surprise her, so that you may see her 111
morning dress, and observe how her
when she is not expecting you- •^ an _
should be where you can hear the moi g
versation between her* and her mothei ,
ill-natured and snappish to her mother so she
will be to you, depend on it. But. y
up and dressed neatly in the in ° rm , i , •
same countenance, the same neatly combed ban,
the same ready and pleasant answers to her motli-
Al , wl .j„u fUißvacterize her appearance and do
portment in the evening, and particularly if she
is lending a hand to get the breakfast ready m
good season, she is a prize, John, and the sooner
you secure her to yourself the better.
j A funner in Delaware has ibis season sold
j 8572.73 worth of blackberries.
I
j William 0. Briant and family have returned to
New York from their European tour.
I Rev. Dr. Sanger, pastor of tho Unitarian church
! at Dover, Mass., since 1812, has just resigned his
i charge.
i 1 itfee splendid Morgan horses, purchased by
i Louis Napoleon, have been shipped from Boston
: to Paris. 11
i Calami Chief maintained he had a
■ good title to his land, because he had eaten the
lormer owner.
i
; An anli-Monnon paper is about to be estab
i r^V 1 ,u ‘’? :llfc , I / ake cifv - ‘H'is is “bearding
I the lion in his den. °
j The Queen's Bench, in England, have decided j
(hat ill health is sulheient excuse for broach of’
j promise ot marriage.
| Horatio l>e V. Glwnlwoith, Esq., lias been an-’
! pointful by the President, Consul to the Pontifical |
1 States, to reside at Home.
Clara Somers, daughter of the Hev. Dr. Somers,
| of Nashville, Tenn., was drowned on the Ith.. in a
| reservoir at Nashville, Tenn.
The lion. Caleb < ‘ashing has accepted the in-j
vitation of the C. S. Agricultural Society, toad- i
dress them .at Richmond on the 25th October.
A West Point letter says that the Secretary of j
j War has determined to shorten the comseof study !
j the Militaiv Academy, from live to four years.
j 3\ allace \\ ilson was shot dead by Isaac t.ogan
! in Abbeville district, S. C., on the nth inst. Logan’
I has been admitted to bail in the sum of two thou
j sand dollars.
j “You don’t seem to knowhow to take me,”
said a vulgar fellow to a gentleman he had in
sulted. “Yes 1 do,’’said tliegentleinan, twisting
him by the nose.
The city of Cincinnati, lias been sued fordama- |
j ges sustained by a property holder, in altering j
J the grade of street. The party injured claims the !
snug sum of 820,000.
| , ’
Those people who turn up their noses at the
| world might do well to reflect that it is as good a
| world as they were ever in, and a much better one
| than they are likely ever to get into again.
A Dutchman being advised to rub his limbs
with brandy for the rheumatism, said lie had heard
of tho remedy, but added: “I dosli potter as that
1 drink de brandy and rubs my leg mit de pot
tle.”
A Buftalonian lias obtained a patent for carved
letters and devices for sign They present an ele
gant, appearance by day, and by placing a light
back of them they mafic a splendid transparency at
night.
A Quaker having sold a fine looking, but blind
horse, asked the purchaser: “Well, my friend dost
thou see any fault in him?” “Xa,” was tho an
swer. “Neither will he see any in thee,” said old
Broadbrim.
The St. Paul (Min) Times says, a brother of a
gentleman of that city has taken from the Fraser
river mines, single-handed, SCO 000 and writes
that when the wafer falls, he can make SIOO per
day, digging.
Samuel D. Nichols, a constable in Nashville,
Tenn., was invited by a letter, ostensibly by a fe
male in that city when a gangof robbers pounced
upon him of 8300, and shooting him through the
arm let him go.
Mrs. Adeline Armor, of Coffee county, Ala.,
offers a reward of S2OO for the apprehension of
Win. Taylor, who murdered her husband, Dieh
ard \V., and her son, Richard N. Armor, in that
county, on the 20th of August.
There is a good story of an eccentric lady, of
unfortunately acquisitive habits, to the effect
that she was on one occasion so affected bv a
charity sermon as to borrow a half eagle from her
neighbor and put it in her own pocket.
Col. Rector, superintendent of Indian affairs
for the Southwestern District, west of the Arkan
sas river, wdl, on his return thither, distribute
to the’Seminoles and other tribes nearly half a
million ot dollars, in presents and annuities.
’flic keeper of the Newark City burying ground
found, on Wednesday, anew made grave, which
had been dug without his knowledge, and on open
ing the same it was found to contain tho body of
a small child, which appeared to have been stran
gled.
A piece of black web silk, nearly a yard long,
in a perfect state of preservation, was recently dis
covered in North Troy, imbedded in a solid pine
log. The wood had apparently grown over the
silk as there is no crack where it could have been i
thrust in.
An Indian Chief Vicing asked iiis opinion of a
cask of Madeira wine which had been presented
to him, said lie thought it was the .juice extracted
from women's tongue and lions’ heart, for after i
lie had drank ot it lie could talk forever and light
anybody.
“Molly” said .foe Kelly’s ghost to his wife, “I’m
in purgatory at this present,” says he.
“And what sort of a place is it ?” says she.
“Eaix,” says lie, “it is a sort of way house be
tween i/on and heaven : and I stand it mighty
aisy after laving you.”
Rev. Eleazer Williams,-more generally known,
perhaps, as claiming to be the Dauphin of France
deceased at Ifogansburg, New York, at 8 o’clock
on the morning of the 28th August. His last
words were: “Lord .Jesus Christ, have mercy on
me, and receive my spirit.”
A letter from David V. Whiting Esq., postmas- j
tor of Santa Fe, New Mexico, states that he lias
collected—in t. at lar-off town—tho sum of B'*”
for the Mount Vernon cause. The association
seems to have its “knights” everywhere, .and
very energetic ones, too, if we take Mr. IV biting .
as a sample.
A Boston paper company recently threshed (
13,000 pounds of clear sand from sixty bales ol j
rags imported from Egypt, being 2- pci con . o
the whole weight. The rags were taken from
the mummies in the catacombs, and the sand was |
sifted in by the Egyptian sharpers, to increase |
their weight.
A Hibernian had come far to see Niagara, and j
while he sazed upon it, a friend asked him it it ;
was not one of the most wonderful things no had
ever seen. To which he replied -Never a bit
man: never a bit! Sure, it’s no wonder at al
that the wather should fall down there, for id
like to know what could hinder it.”
A New York paper says: A few days ago, at
one of our suburban churches, the choir sang a
hvmn to a tune which comes as follows: “Mv
poor pol-my poor pol-my poor polluted heart.
Another line received the following: “And in the
ni—and in the pi—and in the pious he delights.”
\nd still another was sung : “And take thy pil—
and take thy pil—and take thy pilgrim home.”
\n Irish counsellor having lost a cause which
had been tried before three judges, one of whom
was esteemed an able lawyer, the other two
very poor ones, a brother counsel was merry on
the occasion. “Why,” says he, “who the devil
could help it when there are an hundred judges
on the bench?” “An hundred!” says the other;
“there are but three.” “B/ St. Patrick,” replied
he, “there was a figure of one and two cyphers.”
Beaitikv'i Answers. —A pupil of Abbe Sicord
gave the following extraordinary answers:
° “What is gratitude?”
“Gratitude is the memory of the heart.”
“What is hope?”
“ Hope is the blossom of happiness.”
“What is the difference between hope and de
sire?” .
“Dcsii’eis a tree in leaf; hope is a tree in ltovv
er, and enjoyment is a tree in fruit.’
“.Wliat is eternity ?”
“A day without yesterday or to-morrow—aline
that has no end.”
“What is time?”
“A line which has two ends; a path which be
gins in the cradle and ends in the tomb.”
“What is God?”
“The necessary being, the sun of eternity, the
machinist of nature, the eye of Justice, the
matchmake of the universe, the soul of the
world.”
“Does God reason?”
“Man reasons because he doubts—lie deliberates
—he decides. God is omniscient. He never
doubts—he therefore never reasons.”
A SONG.
’ BV (JEN ENA.
Night’s wing o’er the storm}’ deep
Droopeth low,
Billows round the reeling shili
Wildly flow; m
Ou the lone deck stands the mariner fearfully,
Turns he his thoughts to the distant ones tearfully,
How arc they hoping to welcome him cheerfully
Soon to his own native home.
But wilder the groans of the tempest rise,
Lurid lights flash through Hie murky skies,
Thunder peals thicken, on ihe ship flies,
Swift to her doom.
Morn a hove the ocean dawns,
Lovely, blight,
Hushed now is the angry storm,
Gone (lie night.
But woo to i lie cot where the distant ones fearfully
VVaich for the mariner, day and night, tearfully,
Ne or shall they welcome him joyfully, cheerfully,
Back to hisdearnative home;
ior-lo! in the coral groves, deep and fair,
losses (he. manner's golden hair,
1 earls deck his bosoinj sea flowers rare
Over him bloom.
, [Olive Branch,
A SAItBATH NIGHT.
,!Y 1 ’ KolloE I). PRENTICE.
! L lovc ‘ Uis . 1,0, y. bmc. The forest-leaves
i beneath tuc noiseless dews me bending low
j And faintly glowing m the starlight pale
| !t ‘T c visions .'hut ™me o\er their sleep
! \V ere of the spin! land. The mountain pine
| Has hushed its melancholy music now,
| The weary winds are slumbering in the heavens
i Ur keeping sacred vigils on the cloud
Far glimmering ia the sunset—all is still,
i .Save i hat she distant waves are murmuring low
bike a lost angel mourning his sad lot ° ’
fit exile irom the blessed.
It is sweet,
At such au hour, to wander out beneath
The eternal sky. to gaze into ils depths,
To picture angel-shapes on every star,
To listen to the mystic songs that seem
To Fancy’s ear to wander down to earth
From the far gates ot Eden and to feel
The deep and gentle spirit, that pervades
The blessed air, sink like a holy spell
Upon life’s troubled waters.
Hark! tlie hell
I oils out the midnight hour! How glorious
And yet how lonely is the face of things
At this still hour ofmusings ? Vale and hill,
And plain.and stream, and lake and ancient wood,
Glow iu the distance, and Religion rests
Upon them like a mantle. O, I love,
On eves like thas, to kneel in solitude
At nature’s shrine. The gentle dews that bathe
AI v brow seems God’s own baptism, and each voice
J Hat speaks in mystic eloquence from sky
And air and earth, and ocean, callathe 50’,,1
1 o mingle with the holiness of heaven
COMFOUT.
The great end and aim of mankind is to get
money enough ahead to make them “comforta
ie , and \et a moment’s reflection will convince
us tuat money can never purchase “comfort”
only the moans of it. A man may be “comforta
j bio, without a dollar; but to be so, ho must
luive the right disposition, that is, a heart and a
mind in the right place. There are some persons
who are lively, and cheerful, and good-natured,
kind and forebearing in a state of poverty, which
loans upon the toil of to-uay for to night’s supper
and the morning’s breakfast. Such a disposition
would exhibit the same loving qualities in a hovel
or on a throne.
Lyory day we meet with persons who in their
families are cross, ill-natured, dissatisfied, finding
fault- with everybody and everything, whose first
greeting in the bmakfast room is complaint, whoso
conversation seldom fails to end in an enumera
tion of difficulties and hardships, whose last word
at night is an angry growl. If you can get such
persons to reason on the subject, they rvill ac
knowledge that there is some “want” at the bot
tom ol it; the “want” of a better house, a finer
i dress, a more handsome equipage, a more dutiful
child, a more provident husband, a more cleanly
or systematic, or domestic wife. At one time it is
a “wretched cook” which stands between them
and tko sun ; or a lazy house-servant, or an im
pertinant carriage-driver. The “want” of more
money than Providence lias thought proper to
bestow, will be found to embrace all these things.
Such persons may feel assured that, people who can
not mole, themselves really comfortable in any one set of
ordinary circumstances, would not be so under any other.
A man who has a canker eating out his heart
will carry it with him wherever he goes ; and if
it be a spiritual canker, whether of envy, habitu
al discontent, unbridled ill-nature, it would go
; with the gold, and rust out all its brightness.
Whatever a man is to day with a last dollar, he
| will be radically, essentially, to-morrow with mil
lions, unless the heart is changed. Stop, reader,
that is not thewholc truth, for the whole truth has
! something of the terrible in it. Whatever of an
j undesirable disposition a man lias to-day without
| money, ho will have to-morrow to an exaggerated
| extent, unless the heart be changed: the drunk
ard, more drunken; the debauchee, more
debauched; the fretful, still more complain
; ing.
Hence the striking wisdom of the Scriptural
i injunction, that all our ambitions should begin
! with this: “Seek first the Kingdom of God and
Ids rightousnoosthat is to say if you are not
j comfortable, not liapj y now, under the circum
stances which surroui and you, and wish to be more
comfortable, move bappv, your first step should
; be to seek a change of heart, of disposition, and
then the other things will follow—without the
“router wealth I And having the moral comfort,
bodilv comfort, bodily health will follow apace to
I the extent of your using rational means. Bodi
ly comfort, or health, ami mental comfort, have
j on one another the most powerful reactions;
! neither can be perfect without the other, at least
approximates to it: in short, cultivate health and
a good heart; for with these you may be com
fortable without a farthing: without them, never !
■ —although voumav possess millions! — I/all's Jour*
! Old of Health.
I
- Literati he. —Mr. it. J. Moore of
Tennessee, writes us that his “Poets and Poetry
I of the South” will be put to press at an early day.
He is busily at work in the poetic Pantheon,
brushing the dust from the gods and goddesses
of song, and arranging the drapery gracefully
about them, so t hat they may come before t he world
all their manliness and beauty.
The compilation of a first class work is no easy*
matter. Unavoidable delays necessarily retard
the progress of the editor, however industrious
and talented he may be, and Mr. Moore lias not
been exempt from the inconvenience and annoy
ance incident to a task so responsible. Unfore
seen mishaps have, therefore, kept the manuscript
from the publisher’s hands for a few weeks.
Mr. Moore assures us, that the “Poets and Poe
try ;of the South” shall be worthy of the South
and its gifted literary children, lie intends
make it as complete and as perfect as possibWP*
Griswold failed to do justice to our writers. Mr.
Me ore, with a heroism deserving of all praise,
comes forward with the determination to deal a
strong blow for Southern literature. He possesses
the right qualifications for the task, talents, taste,
energy, and, from the letter before us, we should
say a keen sense of that justice and impartiality
essential to an editor of a work so important.
Wo anticipate a rich literary treat when the
gathered glories of Southern song shall be placed
before us.— N. O. Delta
A False Marriage.— Perhaps the severest form
of human sorrow —that which most nearly ap
proaches the alow gnawing agony of him fixed
hopeless on the immovable rock—arises from
marriage in which there was never any friend
ship, but the original bond was earthly passion,
arrogating to itself, with the impudent lie of a
harlot, the heavenly name of love. It is only
base natures that are beguiled by the vulgar glare
ot gold, natures incapable of lofty joy or acute
sorrow. But passion is a syren of more willing
song—of more fatally charming lure; tlm impul
sive, the noble, fall a victim to her, and, after a
short, delirious dream, awake to a life of hopeless
misery. Friendship and love must unite in ev
ery married union where happiness can reasona
bly be expected or truly deserved 5 and from
friendship we mean an affection arising from pure
sympathy of spirit, independent of aught else.
Let none look for happiness in marriage who are
unable deliberately and firmly to declare that it
would be a happiness to live together for life,
though they were of the same sex. We state this
with some breadth, and do so with consideration,
we point to a hidden rock round whiofe the ocean
seems to smile in sunny calm, but on which many
a noble bark has perished.
.
Baron Martin Wagner, the celebrated Bavarian
sculptor, die* I ?at Rome on the Bth ult,