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LITERACY temperance (!kusa%. PENFIELD, GEORGIA, G'J/tfnsday Odfotnuiy, Cck/n 30, f§ss. 1,. LINCOLN VEA2EY - EDITOR. Mr. James Howard Maugham, an estimat blc young man ol superior mental endowments, died in Griffin on Friday, 24th ult. The Annual Communication of the Grand Lodge of Georgia, will convene in the Masonic Hall in the city of Macon, on Tuesday, the 26th of Octo ber. The Governor has appointed Francis D. Jlailey, Esq., of the county of Terrell, Solicitor General, in and for the I’ataula Circuit, vice D. B. Harrell resigned. The Griffin South, of the 30th ult., announces the sudden death of Mrs. Gaulding of that city.— She was the wife of Col. A. A. Gaulding, editor of the Atlanta Intelligencer. Mr. John G. McCurry, Postmaster, says there is no such Postoffice in Hart county as Itio, Kio, or Jfio. The name of this office is “Bio,” and there is no other Postofficc of that name in the United States. The weather, for a week or more past, has been clear, pleasant and warm, affording to planters a fine season for cotton gathering. Small crops— peas, potatoes, Ac. are beginning to suffer for want of rain. Stop grumbling. You cannot by all your com plaints better your condition, render yourself more contented or those around you more happy, if your situation is not what you would have it be, silently go to work to improve it, and cease to weary every one with whom you associate by your querulous disposition. There never was an inveterate grumbler w r ho did not enjoy more than lie deserved. Blackwood’s Magazine for September has been re ceived, presenting the following table of contents: Cherbourg—'The Spectacle; What will he do with it? Respiration and Suffocation; The Light on the Hearth—Part I; A Parochial Epic; John Company’s Farewell to John Bull; The Commons at Cherbourg. Price ol Blackwood and either of the Reviews, So. Blackwood, and the four Reviews, m We have received the first number of the Ala bama Educational Journal. We are much pleased with the elegance of its mechanical execution, and the tasteful, high-toned character of its mat i ter. We consider it decidedly one of the hand somest and, taking this as a specimen, one of the best conducted journals in our country, lis cheapness and worth commends it to every one, rand we hope it will receive a liberal patronage. Published at Montgomery, Ala. Price, SI a-year. The scythe of the mower is in the field. Day by day the sheaves are falling before his strokes. Steadily lie moves on with a step which no force can retard; with a progress which no skill can arrest. Now a tall, strong stalk is leveled ; now a whole bundle lies scattered, and again a slender blade which seems ready to fall without being touched, is passed by and left. There is no pause. To-day he accelerates his pace, and faster and faster still the sheaves arc falling; perhaps to morrow lie will slacken, but will never stop. „ Thus he has gone on for ages past, thus he will go on for ages yet to come, and every blade, wherever or whenever it may spring up, will tall before his strokes.” THE New York Tribune lets oil the following, which is headed, “ A Defence of Fops,” hut which is really descriptive of an entirely different class. A fop is seldom well bred, and quite asseldom well dressed, according to the rules of good though often miserably overdressed. A fop, in our opinion, is a man who has much vanity and little brains; great love and little taste for dress; a fondness for fob-chains, moustaches and linger rings ; an absorbing desire to be thought smart, which makes him do much that is foolish and nothing useful. Between him and the well dressed gentleman, there is the same difference •as between the tawdry splendors ol an Indian pagoda and the plain, chaste, elegance of a Gre cian temple. The one pains by its attempt to be fine; the other pleases by its simplicity. This is our idea of a fop, which we unfortunately see too often exemplified. But hear what the Tribune says: ‘‘What we need in this country is more, and not fewer gentlemen, called fops—men who dress with taste, are scrupulously clean, wear eye glasses, if near-sighted, and use them as they choose; do not chew tobacco and spit in other jw-ople’s faces at hotels, theatres, rail cars and ‘steamboats. “A fop” is, in the United States, universally well-bred. We have never known an exception. Manners with him are a study until they become polished, and dress a pursuit until it becomes an excellence. Such are often mo dels of industry. If men of business, they are accurate, and to bo relied on ; if artists or literary men, eminent for their taste. No man who ever lived was a greater fop than Washington. He ordered his clothes of his tailor with curious par ticularity. He dressed with extreme care. He was exact and elegant with his horses, carriages and all cognate details. He was, therefore, pro portionately accurate in other things. Had eye glasses been in fashion, as his age increased, pos sibly lie would have sported one, ancP looked across a table at the woman opposite. Pitt, Can ning, the Duke of Wellington, Charles Dickens, -would all be considered fops by vulgar men. Among the man to whom England and the civ ilized world owes much is Brummel, the king of fops. He found society outrageously dressed, and he left it, so far as it could imitate him, well dressed, lie laid down, as a rule for gentlemen, “ fresh water, and a plenty of it,” when hardly a li©use knew the luxury of a bath. Indeed, so dirty and barbarous even was New York recently, that the Clarendon Hotel, not long since built, was the first hotel which had bathing rooms in connection with sleeping chambers; and the idea came from a fop, to our certain knowledge. We wish this country no worse luck than the multi plication of fops—of men who are ckan and ele gant in dress, mild in manners, eschewers of fil thy tobacco, gallant to the sex, and incapable ot an insult. If they abounded, tobacco spitting and street fighting would become incon tinently obsolete: if they could be established in the Bowery and Five Points, liquor bars and rows syould become unknown.” Surely Washington and Beau Brummel were never before classed in the same category; cer tainly greatness was never so insulted. The one was the noblest man of all this earth, and we never shall look upon his like again ; the other was a rake, libertine and gambler, who expended the powers of a really gifted mind in seeking ways to be corrupt without being debased. A contrast with such a man is insulting to the mem ory of the purest of men and firmest of patriots— a comparison is intolerable. ttviiE for the Bite of a Mad Dog.—A writer in the National Intelligencer, says that spirits of liar ts liornis a certain remedy for the bite of a mad dog. The wound, it adds, should be constantly batjfced with it, and three or four doses, diluded, tak6n inwardly during the day. The hartshorn deeomeses chemically the virus insinuated into the wtjund, and imediately alters and destroys its (leletcriousness. The writer, who resided in Bra zil for some time, fust tried it for the bite of a scorpion, and found that it removed pain and in flammation almost instantly. Subsequently, lie tried it for the bite of the rattlesnake, with simi lar success. At the suggestion of the writer, an eld friend and physician tried it in cases of hy drophobia, and always with success. BEAUTY. rniiERE is in our language no word of more gen- X era! and frequent use than beauty. Wcpredi i cate it of almost everything which comes within the range of our cognizance. In common par | lance, ,ve speak of a beautiful flower, a beautiful ! woman, a beautiful poem or a beautiful senti ment, and to all these the term, according to its j ordinary acceptation, is applied with equal pro ! priety. In each of these instances the mind re ceives from it that impression which is designed to bo conveyed. It has, however, become vague and indefinite in its meaning, and is continually becoming more so; for, no term can l>e used uni i versally by all classes, and always be employed | with correctness and precision. We see beauty around us in almost every ob j jocl which we behold, however dissimilar they | may be in form and appearance. From this uni versality, we may reasonably conclude that it is pleasing to the Divine mind, and that He takes delight in its creation. In the gently murmur ing rivulet; in the deep rolling river and the broad, heaving ocean; in the slightly sloping hill and the towering mountain; in the light hare bell that decks the vale and the palm that rises majestically from the plain; in the tiny nautilus that floats on the wave, and the stately ship that buffets the ocean tide ; in all of tlieso we discover something which awakens in us emotions of the beautiful. Amid this endless variety, it is im- j possible to. fix upon any one thing common to them all which may be assigned as the foundation | of this quality. This difficulty becomes all the i greater because our tastes alone are to bo ap- ! pealed to in every question of beauty, and of; these there is such a diversity that it lias passed j into an adage, that “there is no disputing about tastes.” Hence we cannot tell, in every instance, why we think an objectTieautiful; but we can lay down some general principles upon winch it so far depends, that without them it cannot exist. Variety, amid order and uniformity, is one of the most generally admitted elements of beauty. To this is to be attributed the pleasure which wc derive from the contemplation of natural scenery. Let us analyse a landscape which, as it lies spread out before us, seems adorned with charms al most countless, and picturesque beyond descrip tion. There is the forest that skirts its outline; the waving fields cf growing or ripening grain ; a : lympid stream that, like a thread of silver, mean ders through it; small white cottages dotted here : and there; while, perhaps, a mountain lifts its blue head against the horizon far off in the dis-1 tancc. Here is a scene that fills the soul with delight, not by any particular feature, but by the graceful and harmonious combination of the whole. However confused at first glance it may seem to be, on closer scrutiny, order will be found to pervade every part. Yet, regularity is not essential to beauty. Several of the most beautiful objects in nature are irregular, and some of them almost misshapen. In these cases, color or some other property supplies the want of elegance in form. Fitness, adaptation to a given purpose, is an important element of beauty. This is found in nature in its highest perfection, and is an essen tial requisite in every work of art. A house, how ever unique may be its general construction, how ever artistic its every arrangement, will not be adjudged handsome if it be wanting in all ap pearance of comfort. The light, oriental archi tecture that looks so lovely on the shores of the Golden Horn, would not alone seem out of place, but actually dispossessed of every attribute of beauty on the hills of the Baltic. Many objects arc considered beautiful just in proportion as they are useful; and some which can lay no claim to elegance in shape or delicate coloring, are pro nounced handsome simply because they admira bly subserve the end for which they were do signed. Yet, of some things, the impression of their utility cannot remove the idea of their loathsomeness. For instance, we all know the proboscis of the elephant to be eminently useful to that animal, being the means by which he breathes, takes his food and defends himself from his enemies. But though thus evidently essen tial to his welfare, it is certainly not pretty, and however highly we may rate its utility, we cannot think it otherwise than hideous. On the other hand, we consider many things beautiful which, so far-us our knowledge extends, answer no purpose whatever. The fly, that tor ment of our existence during one half of the year, when subjected to the microscope, displays a beauty in shape and coloring seldom surpassed. So of unnumbered insects which roam the air, and make themselves known only by tho annoy ance which they create. Beasts or reptiles whose power we fear or vemom dread, are not rarely beautiful. No animal that roams the forest is more finely colored or more gracefully made than the tiger, whose growl among the jungles would make the stoutest heart quake. A celebrated artist had long desired to transfer faithfully to the canvass the form and colors of the American rattlesnake. At length his wish seemed likely to be attained; a largo specimen was brought to his studio. Instantly the lovely fair one on whose cheeks he was just placing the last touches of carmine was removed from his easel, the serpent hoisted before him and every power of his mind thrown into an artistic study of his subject. Soon, however, he threw down his blush and pallette in despair, convinced that the tints were too rich, bright and varied ever to be copied by mortal hand. He who could paint, in all her glory, the fairest woman of all this world, could not paint the reptile which, by a hiss, could shake his every nerve with fear. Yet, is the beauty of the human countenance the most complex, variable and indescribable that is to be found in the whole range of anima ted nature. Here, we have not only graceful lines, symmetrical proportions and nice shades ot color, but it is the medium through which the soul speaks forth its passions and emotions. There is written love, gratitude, benevolence and hope, as well as those feelings the exercise of which disgrace and degrade. They influence, modify, and sometimes totally change our ideas of a person’s appearance. We often find that those who at first sight seem oppressively homely will, on further acquaintance, become hmdsome and even lovely, because they exhibit noble qual ities of heart and soul. It is, then, in the power of every one to make his appearance attractive, not by artificial methods, by costly raiment and brilliant cosmetics, but by the cultivation of those graces that adorn the character. On the other hand, however gracefully the figure may be formed, with whatever symmetry each feature may be molded, there can be no true beauty where there is no true goodness. This gives to the subject a practical bearing, making each per son in some respects the maker of himself as he is, or must be the maker of his own fortunes. All may not have their facial lines drawn with faultless accuracy or eyes of brilliant lustre; but all can display smiles of kindness and looks of love, which shall bo cherished with fond remem ! bi anco when grace, elegance and physical pul chritude shall be known to be worthless. Agricultural Journal, 7 he South i era Cultivator, has made its appearance promptly. Its pages are, as usual, filled with valuable mat ter—original contributions, editorials and selec tions. The .price of this journal is so cheap that every one may afford it, while the practical worth of a single number is often greater than tho cost j for a whole year. Published by W. S. Jones, Augusta, Ga. at $1 a-year, in advance. No love is like a sister’s love— Unselfish, free and pure; Its light a lamp will ever prove To guide, hut not illure. HEAVEN lias bestowed upon man no richer boon than those affections which spring up and bloom in the domestic circle. They are plants whose beauties never wither; whoso fra grance never dies. Adversity comes, and its blast brings no death to them ; the bolt of misfortune falls, and they bloom on unhurt; when the chill winter of age falls, they gather within themselves anew vigor—a self sustaining vitality. A father’* watching fondness, a mother’s untiring love, a I wife’s patient devotion, and a sister’s kind nffec ; lion, are tlowrets of Eden which are left to us still I —flowers upon which no trail of the serpent lin | gers, and from them no poisonous odor steals. Fraternal love is the least selfish and most un expected of all the domestic affections. The father and mother pour out spontaneously tho i warmest gushings of their hearts upon the little | innocent, whose very helplessness appeals io all j the* sympathies of their nature. They behold in it a cementing link of their union; a reproduc tion of themselves; a soft, waxen image which is ’ to be molded into grace and beauty by their care. | They dwell anxiously upon how they would have • it bo ; and as it grows, their prejudiced vision de i ludes them into the belief that tlieir wishes are fulfilled. Their love may, by its depth and in j tensity, excite our admiration; it may, by its un i merited bestowal, awaken our sympathies; but it j is so natural that it is seldom a matter for won i dor. It is to be expected that the wife should love almost to adoration the husband who won j her heart in its sweet young spring time, upon j whose arm she relies to bear her up over every difficulty she may encounter. In these instan ces, the beloved has claims on the lovers, and the bestowal of affection is in accordance with tho dictates of human reason. But what claims can the brother present for that deep, lasting and un selfish love which the sister so often gives? True, they are reared beneath the same roof, nurtured at the same breast and lisp their infant prayers at the same knee. But from childhood, though she pays him every tender kindness, she receives no simiHF treatment at Iris hands. Rude, rough and boisterous, it is his highest delight to tease, vex and annoy. With ’ what glee will ho laugh at her woeful lamenta ! tions over the ruins of a play-house which he has ; destroyed. How he delights to hide her toys, or to reveal the little secrets which she has confided to his ear. Yet, the regard which she cherishes for him is unshaken by this unkindness. She is ever ready to watch over him in sickness, sympa thize in his joys and drop for him the tear of pity at his sorrows. Throughout every vicissitude of fortune, she stands firm and unwavering, second only to the mother in the constancy and fervor of her love. Sometimes an elder sister is called to fill a mother’s place, and then how faithfully she dis charges her duty, manifesting warm zeal to meet her increased responsibilities. Self seems forgot ten. To those whom bereavement lias made the objects of her care, she devotes every energy of her body ; every moment of her time. Her in terests, when conflicting with theirs, are neglec ted or ignored that theirs may be advanced. Why all this labor; this sacrifice; this martyr? like devotion? Not for rewards of fame, or money, or lands. Not to gain any ends of per? sonal ambition, but simply for love. Ah! you may look through all the world to find such af fection as this in men, but you look in vain, Only in the depths of a mother’s or a sister’s heart can that love be found which will make one dare and endure all things for the one beloved. I*E Vt TIFI JL PARAPHRASE. As we have got into Sacred Poetry, we may as well remark, as an inexplicable curiosity, the in tense badness of rhyme in most of the psalms and hymns used in public and private worship. Watts, Wesley, Widiam, Cowper, James Montgomery, Ivirke, White, and Thomas More are almost the only poets who, writing upon sacred subjects, have adhered to rhythm, as well as to appropriate ness of expression. We have lately fallen upon something very different from the usual poetical paraphrases of Sacred Writ. It is versification of the Lord’s Prayer -an orison, the brevity and concentration of which ought to be a lesson to those who indulge in many words when they pour out prayer and praise. It has lately been published in London, is composed as a duet, and harmonized for four voices, with accompaniment for the organ or piano-forte. It runs thus : Oar Heavenly Father, hear our prayer; Thy naijio bo Ual’ovyed cyery v.jicrc; Thy kingdom come; Thy perfect will In earth, as heaven, let all fulfil: Give this day’s bread that \vc may live; Forgive our sins as wc forgive; Help us temptation to witstand, From evil shields us by thy hand; Now and forever unto Thee, The kingdom, power and glory be. Amen. Here nothing is redundant, nothing wanting. Tho music, simple and melodius, is said to be worthy of the words. The most curious circum stance connected with this paraphrase is, that all persons concerned keep their names concealed. The authors arc “J. II.” and “W. If.” The paraphrase, which is as near perfection as human talent can make it, has been duly “entered at Stationer’s Hall,” but it is not published. It is to be hoped that it will bo published, so that it may be adopted in public and private worship,— Philadelphia Press. The Language of Signs. —-The following extract from the address of J. P. Marsh, of Itoxbury, be fore the convention of the New England Gullau det Association of Deaf Mutes, which was recently in session at Worcestor, Mass, shows the univer sality of the language of signs and the possibility of communication by that means between per sons totally unacquainted with each other’s lan guage:.. “ In the summer of 1818, a Chinese young man passed through Hartford, Conn; he was so ignor ant of the English language that he could not ex press in it his most common wants. The princi pal of the Asylum invited the stranger to spend an evening within its walls, and introduced him to M. Clerc, an assistant teacher in the assylum. The object of this introduction was to learn or ascertain to what extent M. Clerc, who was en tirely ignorant of the Chinese language, could conduct an intelligible conversation with the for eigner by signs and gestures merely. The result of the experiment surprised all who were pres ent. M. Clerc learned from the Chinese many interesting facts respecting tho place of his na tivity, his parents and his l’osidence in the United States, and his notions concerning God and a future state. By tho aid of appropriate signs, also, M. Clerc ascertained the meaning of about twenty Chinese words. “When the conversation began, the stranger appeared to be bewildered with amazement at the novel kind of tho lan guage that was addressed to him. Soon, however, ho became deeply interested in the very expres sive and significant manner which M. Clerc used to make himself understood; and before one hour had expired, a very quick and lively inter change of thought took place between those so lately entire strangers to each other. The Chi nese himself began to catch the spirit of his new deaf and dumb acquaintance, and to employ tho | language of tho countenance and gestures with j considerable effect, to make himself understood. Habits. —Like flakes of snow that fall unpor ceived upon the earth, the seemingly unimportant, events of life succeed one another. As the snow gathers together, so are our habits formed: no I single flake that is added to the pile produces a sensible change; no single action creates, howev er it may exhibit, a man’s character; but as he , hurls tho avalancho down tho mountain, and | overwhelms the inhabitant and his habitation, so 1 passion upon tho elements of mischief, : which pernicious habits have brought together by i imperceptible accumulation, may overthrow the 1 edifice of truth and virtue. ANE fool makes many,” is ail old proverb V/ which, in its plain, homely language, con tains much of truth. Men are not very unlike tJiose animals which follow the leadership of one, be that one tho dirtiest “and sorriest of all the flock. It is a matter of some surprise how very little originality of thought there is in the world. All men are engaged in imitating a very few, or, if not servilely imitating, merely following up what others have begun. Some, taking it for granted that there is “Nothing new under tho sun.” are content to follow this beaten track without attempting to produce anything new. If any one happens to strike a wave of popularity, a crowd soon rushes to follow in his wake. Should a popular poem or romance be published, a host of writers hasten to imitate it, under the persua sion that what has pleased once will please again. A man who advances some novel theory or doc trine, bo it never so absurd, will be sure to have disciples. If his views be plausible at the first glance, thousands adopt them without further in quiry. The author of “The Age of Reason” and “ Common Sense,” could boast of neither pro found thought or logical skill. He followed, though afar off, the great French philosopher, ! | whom it was his highest ambition to equal, and | whom, in wickedness, he surpassed. Yet, he lias j led astray into the darkness and quagmires of in-1 j fidelity, thousands who were not wanting either ; in natural powers of mind or integrity of purpose. | So of a multitude of other isms which divide the | human race, and disgrace man as a rational and | intelligent being. Many of them are so foolish ! that they need only to be critically examined to j . and discarded ; but the great nia- j jorfty of mankind aro too indolent to institute this examination, and hence they are adopted with all their absurdities. Thus it is throughout the world, that in religion, politics, literature, science, and in the practical details of life, “ one fool makes many.” ARE EITEIIARY MEN ti OOB HI'SBANDS? The wretched experience of Byron, and the more recent exhibition of conjugal infelicity by Dickens and Bulwer, have given a melancholy pointedness to this question. An English writer thus discusses the question, and denies the con clusion which these instances would seem to au thorize : “Sir Walter Scott was a literary man of the very highest class; a man who tried many depart ments of writing, and succeeded in them all—and he was married for thirty years, made a love match, and was happy in the marriage state. Southey was a fortunate and happy husband. Home was all in all to him; whereas it can be nothing, or worse than nothing, to a man who is miserably married. He married a second time, his second wife being ala ly of literary standing, and both were happy. Mr. Cooper, who was one of the most successful of writers, was happily mar ried, and Ids domestic life was singularly free from trouble. Lamartine is well known to have married fortunately in all respects. Moore’s wife was one of the noblest creatures that ever lived. She made her husband’s home happy. He never was tired of writing of her excellence. If Shelley’s first marriage—the marriage of a boy and a girl, who knew nothing of human life—was unfortunate, Iris second marriage can be quoted as a model union. Wordsworth made a love match, and his love was lasting as his home was blessed. Professor Wilson of Blackwood mem ory, made a happy marriage, apd his wife is said to have exercised more influence over him than any other person. Her death was the greatest misfortune ho ever knew. Dr. Johnson, whose wife was old enough to be his mother, with some years to spare, found nothing unpleasing in the state. llis last biographer says he ‘continued to be under the illusions of the wedding-day, till the lady died, in her sixty-fourth year,’ the husband being but forty-three. Sir Walter Raleigh was the first literary man of his day, after Shakspeare and Bacon, and at? middle life lie married a beau tiful woman eighteen years his junior, and the marriage was productive of much happiness. We know butlittle of Shakespeare’s life—a very strong presumptive proof that he lived well—but what little wo do know is sufficient to show that, though he married, when a boy, a woman eight years his senior, lie was not unhappy as a hus band. ‘With this fact in vie\v,’ says Mr. Ilalli well, alluding to her superior years, ‘and relying on very uncertain personal allusions in his plays and sonnets, it has conjectured that Shakspeare’s marriage was not productive of domestic happi ness. For this opinion not a fragment of direct evidence has been produced, and on equally po tent grounds might we prove him to have been jealous, or in fact to have been in his own person the actual representative of all tho passions he describes in the persons of liis characters. But ‘his wife and daughter did earnestly desire to be laid in the same grave with him,’ as the clerk in formed Dowdall, in the year 1693. This last fact is a line illustration of Sir Thomas Browne’s idea of tire pleasure that they shall mingle the ashes of those whom they love, and touch in their urns, “Tljo list of happy marriages made by literary men might be almost indefinitely extended. Many living Americans could be named who have had no occasion to regret that they have ‘given hostages to fortune;’ but the matter is too delicate to be pursued in detail with regard to the living. The reason why it is so generally be lieved that literary men must be miserable hus bands, is to be found in the unpleasing fact that some few of their number have married unhap pily, and that there has been a great deal said about tlieir domestic infelicities, either by them selves orothers. If the truth were known, wesus pect it would be seen that it is not necessary for a man to be a scholar and an author to make an imprudent marriage. All marriages out of the literary classes are not necessarily happy ones, any more than all marriages in those classes are neces sarily unfortunate ; but other men do not attract so much attention of your novelists, poets, and so forth; nor are common men fond of making their domestic woes subjects for their pens and tongues. It may be true that literary men do wrong to mar ry ; but it is true only in the sense that all men do wrong who marry, which seems to have been the deliberate opin’on of so good a man and so profound a philosopher as Thales. But what an idea it Is, that the very first civil and religious in stitution made by God after the creation of man and woman, and one necessary for the virtuous continuance of humanity, should not only be un adapted to the condition of the human race, but should be found specially calculated to develop misery for the most cultivated members of that race!” INFLUENCE OF SONG. Most of us have experienced the luxury of tears when listening to an old ballad. We know an old man, who having lived a long career of vice and crime, was at length banished from the coun try ; and who, while undergoing his period of banishment amidst the wilds and jungles of a dis tant laud, heard in the summer eventide a sweet voice, singing in his own language the very song which had lulled him to liis infant slumber, when he knew crime by name, and knew it only to abhor. It had been sung, too, by the cradle of an infant sister, one, who had died young, and was now in heaven; the mother, too, was no more. But the song—tho old song had not lost its in fluence over him yet. Back came trooping upon him the old memories which had so long slum bered down there in tho unconsumed depths of his heart; the mother and the father ; tlfc house hold gathering ; tho old school house ; the time worn church, half hidden by lire old yew trees, where ho had heard the Bible read, all came back upon him as fresh as if it were yesterday; and overpowored by his feelings, kogavo vent to them fn a flood of tears. And then the old man grew calm, and his latter days were his best days ; and when tho term of his punishment had expired, ho came back to liis father’s land, and thore in that old villago gravo yard amid whose grassy hillocks ho had played and gamboled, and where the mother and her t little ones wero sloeping, ho lay down his weary limbs and sank peacefully away into a common grave.— Eliza Cook's Journal. A huge anchor, weighing 3,000 pounds, supposed to belong to one of Commodore Barclay’s vessels, during the war of 1812, has been found in tho River near Detroit. It was covered with a coat ing of potrified matter, assimilating to stone. Attached to tho anchor, was a three coil, five inch Manilla hawser, which fell to pieces on be ing handled. Chicago is an Indian name, signifying “the place i of skunks.” I j The artual length of the Great Wa’l of China ] is 15,000 miles. The population of Now Orleans is sot down at 225,000. In 1840 it was 102,110. Beef Cattle at New Orleans is selling just now at from 15 to 30 cents per pound. The new customhouse at Pensacola lias just keen finished. The cost was $60,000. Landor, the poet, lately in such great disrepute, was expelled from Oxford when a student. Kansas has seven Governors : Reeder, Dawson, Shannon, Geary, Walker, Stanton and Denver. Ihe Choctaw cotton factory in Mississippi is paying to its stockholders a dividend of 26 per cent. ‘•What makes you spend jour timo so freely, Jack?” •’Because it’s the only thing 1 have to spend.” ‘flic Lynn Xews quotes, from one of our best poets, that ‘ The melon cholic days are come the saddest of the year!” Margaret Iloyt. the first white woman who lived in Cincinnati, died in Maysville, Ky., last week, aged 91 years. The republic of San Marino, in Italy, has awar ded a medal to Miss Maria Mitchell, the astrono mer of Nantucket, Mass. A council of Baptist churches, at Gloversville, N. Y., have decided that a man cannot be both a Christian and Free Mason. r fhe aggregate agricultural wealth of the United States is set down in round numbers at twenty three thousand million dollars. Thaddeus Sherman, a nephew of the signer of the Declaration of Independence, died at New Ilaven, Ct., on the 22dinst. Here is a piquant extract: “He kissed her and promised. Such beautiful lips! Man’s usual fate —he was lost upon the coral reefs.” A boy being asked to explain the word qregari ous, said it meant lots of things together—iike tin peddlers and misfortunes in general. Some of the boats which now navigate the Erie canal possess more tonnage than the ship with which Columbus discovered America. The two hundred and twenty-eighth adversa ry of the settlement of Boston, was celebrated with some display on the 17tli instant. Alfred Holmes from Delavan, 111., a blind man about going to Europe for surgical treatment, has been robbed of $2,000 in New York city. In Cork, a short time ago, the crier endeavored to disperse the crowd by exclaiming: “All j’e blackguards that isn’t lawyers quit the court!” A new military company will shortly be raised in Norfolk, to be composed entirely of Jews. The number already enrolled amounts to thirty. A youth with a turn for figures, had five eggs to boil, and being told to give them three minutes each, boiled them a quarter of an hour togeth er. Dred Scott, the old slave who was the subject of the late important decision of the Federal Su preme Court, died in St. Louis on Friday night last. At the close of the reign of Napoleon 1., the to tal number of members ofthe Legion of Honor was 9,000. Great progress has been made since then. There are now 27,000 members. “It is aisy enough,” said Pat, “to build a chim ney ; you howld one brick up, and put another one under it.” A good many people undertake to build fortunes on this equitable principle. The Wyandotte, Kansas Gazette uf the 18th inst. says that ‘ yesterday ten thousand dollars in gold dust arrived here from Pike’s Peek. One man brought six thousand, the result of a few week’s work.” A genius in Massachusetts has made a calculation from the reports of agricultural productions, from which he cstimatesthe value of each warm growing day, between seed time and harvest, at $18,000,000. The Univcrsityof Virginia has resolved to in crease its corps of instruction in the department of modern languages, and hereafter require can didates to speak the language fluently in which they expect to graduate. Human affections arc the leaves, the foliage of our being—they catch every breath, and in the burden anti beat ofthe day they make music and motion in a sultry world. Stripped of that foliage how unsightly is human nature! A man was found a few days since, lying within ten rods of the Joliet and Chicago Railroad, a short distance from Chicago, where lie had lain for ten days suffering from Typhoid fever. He had gnawed oil’ the flesh of both his hands. The Examiner says, the number of members of the Evangelical churches of the United States, during tlie last lifty years, has increased from 400,000 to 3,500,000, being an increase of eight fold, while our population has increased four fold. The cost of a thirteen-inch slioll, as it flics through the air is two pounds ten shillings sterl ing. *U each explosion there goes two guineas, bang! The estimated cost of firing a tliirty-six incli bomb is nearly thirty pounds. These figures afford some idea of tlio “shelling out” which is necessitated by warefare. Bishop Scott, of the Methodist church, writing from the vicinity of the Frazer river gold mines, says: “My opinion is that this Frazer river ex citement will prove to be the greatest humbug of the age, and that many people will suffer even to the last extremity.” A young wife remonstrated with her husband, a dissipated spendthrift, on his conduct. “My love,” said he, “I am only like the prodigal son —I shall reform by and by.” “And I will be like the prodigal son, too,” she replied, “for I will arise and go to my father;” and accordingly off she went. An honest son of Erin, green from his peregri nations, put his head into a lawyer’s office, and asked the inmate: “An’ what do you sell here ?” “Blockheads,” replied the limb of the law. “Ocli, thin to be sure,” said Pat, “it must be a (rood trade for I see there is but one of them left,” The latest intelligence from Victoria contains a statistical return of no little interest to ladies. By the last return of the Register General of the colony, we perceive that the numerical prepon derance of man over woman, amounted to the as tounding sum of 134,000 in a population of 470,- 000. fin other words, there were only about 168,- 000 women to 302,000 men. A young lady at a ball was asked by a lover of serious poetrv whether she had seen “Crabbe’s Tales ?” “Why, no,” she answered, “I didn’t know that crabbs had tails.” “I beg your pardon Miss,” said he, “I mean have you read ‘Crabbe’s Tales?’” “And I assure you sir, I did not know that red crabs, or any other crabs, had tails.” Woman’s Love. —One Gcorgo W. Scott has been arrested in Chicago for poisoning his wife, who lately died. The deceased first saw her husband while passing through the Charleston State Prison and was so prepossessed by the convict’s appear anco that she threw him a dollar. When he had served his time, he sought out the lady and mar ried her. She adhered to him until death, infa mous and abusivo as he was, with woman’s devo tion, and he finally murdered her. Chinese Warfare. —Lieut. Habersham, in ono of his letters from China, says : These people, howover, are perfect children in the art ofwarefare; wore they not so contemptu ous and insulting in their intercourse with for eigners, it would bo cowardly to attack them. Only think of the guns in their forts at the mouth of the river being stationary. They aimed them before the bat tle of the 26th, to shoot in the prob ably right directions, and then loaded and fired away as fast as they could without attempting to chango their range. Os course the allies were only struck while passing said ranges. The same thing has been observed in other battles. NO JEWELLED BEAUTY IS MY LOVE. No jewelled beauty is my love; Yet, in her earnest face There’s such a world of tenderness, She needs no other grace. Her smiles and voice around my life In light and music twine, And dear—o very dear to mo, Is this sweet love of mine. I joy to know ihcre’s one fond heart Beats ever true to me; It sets mine leaping like a harp In sweetest melody. My soul upsprings a Deity, To hear her voice divine! ” And dear—O very dear to me Is this sweet love of mine. If ever I have sighed for wealth, ’Tvvas all for her I trow; And if I win fame’s victor-wreath, I’ll twine it on her brow. There may be forms more beautiful, And souls of sunnier shine; But none—O none so dear to me, As this sweet love of mine. “IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN.” With heavy head bent on her yielding hand, And half-flushed cheek, bathed in a fevered light; With restless lips, and most unquiet eyes, A maiden sits, and looks out on the night. The darkness presses close against the pane, And silence licth on the elm-tree old, Through whose wide branches steals the white-faced moon, In fitful gleams, as though ’twerc over bold. She hears the wind upon the pavement fall, And lifts hei head, as if to listen there; Then wearily she taps against the pane, Or folds more close the ripples of her hair; She sings unto herself an idle strain, And through its music all her thoughts arc seen, For all the burden of the song she sings Is, “Oh, my God! it might have been!” Alas! that words like these should have the power To crush the roses of her early youth— That on her altar of remembrance sleeps Some hope, dismantled of its love and truth — That ’mid the shadows--of her memory lies Some grave, moss-covercd, where she loves to lean, And sadly sing unto the form therein, “It might have been—Oh,God! it might have been!” We all have, in our hearts, some hidden place— Some secret chamber where a cold corpse lies, The drapery of whose couch we dress anew, Each day, beneath the pale glare of its eyes. We go from its still presence to the sun, To seek the pathways where it once was seen, And strive to still the throbbing of our hearts With this wild cry, “Oh, God! itmighthavc been!” We mourn in secret o’er some buried love In the lar Past, whence love does not return, And strive to find, among its ashes gray, Some lingering spark that yet may live and burn; And when we see the vainness of our task, We flee away, far from the hopeless scene, And folding close our garments o’er our hearts, Cry to the winds, “Oh, God! it might have been!” Where’er wc go, in sunlight or in shade. We mourn some jewel which the heart has missed — Some brow we touched in days long since gone by— Some lip3 whose freshness and first dew we kissed; We shut out from our eyes the happy light Os sunbeams dancing on the hill side green, And, like the maiden, ope them on the night, And cry, like her, “Oh, God! it might have been!” SCIENCE ANJU TIIE BIBEE, In speaking of this book there is one question which, though it does not occupy so large a space as formerly, nevertheless excites a great and. growing interest, and it is this : Is it true that science in its freest development in the least de gree contradicts any written word of God ? Once it was said that it did ; but what are the last re sults? That the progressive science of the nine teenth century and tiie statements in that blessed book show that true science and true religion have a common origin—the bosom of God. Now mark : your Bible was not written to teach science, but it is the only book that will stand the test of science. The Veda, the Shaster and the Koran cannot stand the test, but the Bible can, and even where it seems to us beset with difficulty and mystery, those passages by modern investi gation shine with a brilliant light. Let me men tion to you one or two proofs of this. First of all, the Bible never hints at a system of science. If it had been written by mere human writers, they might have indicated here and there some thing like a system of science. It speaks of flow ers and trees, from the hyssop on tlio wall to the cedar of Lebanon, but there is not a hint of a system of botany. It speaks of stars and sun and moon, but not a hint of a system of astronomy. So that no investigator or professor of science can assert that lie is in the loast degree assisted or impeded in his system of science by the Bible ; so that it seems to me, the silence of the Bible is as impressive as its eloquence, just as on the dial the shadow and the sunshine are alike instruc tive as to tlio hour of the day. Then take the. word “firmament,” which you find in Genesis, In the Greek it is translated by a word signifying a concave with a vast solid mass. Translators translated it according to their knowledge; but when you go back to tlio original word you find that it means a space without limit. So that, you see, Moses was far in advance of those who translated him ; fur tlio actual truth is disclosed by modern science. Take another instance: Job speaks of himself as standing on the circle of the earth; and Isaiah speaks of the circle of the sea. Now, you know that tlio rotundity of the earth was for some years regarded as a heresy by the Church of Rome : but no one believes now that it is a flat surface, except, perhaps, Archbishop Cullen. Take one thought more: “Who can sway the influence of the Pleiades.” Many have wondered what was the influence of the Pleiades. Science, however, tells us that the stars, and the sun, and tho moon, and the earth, and their leading satellites, constitute one group which re volves round a central sun, and that oentral suu is one of the Pleiades. Here, then, we see that, while the Bible docs not teach scicnco, when it does refer to science it is always correct.— Camming at the Anniversary of the Bible Society in London. HOSSIET AND MILTON, We have no English Bossuet; and we have reason to bo thankful that our national life was never so concentrated in the palace as to give a pre-eminence to tho court pulpit sufficient to sus tain such lofty flights of rhetorical magniloquence. But England produced in that same age a genius of grander and more truly religious soul; great er in his aspirations, and more noble in his life ; a man who never crooked the hinges ofthe knee to power; who raised his eloquent voice again and again in behalf of unviolated liberty of thought and conscience; who endeavored to for ward the reign God’s justice upon earth; who, blind, old, deserted, clung with unquenchable ar dor to the cause that was despised by the court, scorned by tho great, despaired of by the people; a name that will be as dear as his works to the most distant posterity * who was great and good, whether considered as a Christian, poet, politician, or patriot. If France has her Bossuet, England, has her Milton. The genius of one and of the other bears the same stamp of massive grandeur; the eloquence of one and of the other rose to sub limity and pierced the vail of mortality. But the French orator was the champion of authority ancl of the Church of Rome; the English poet was the child of freedom and of sacred truth ; and if the works of Bossuet stand as proud memorials ofthe court and creed he adorned, the writings ot Mil ton breathe an immortal spirit which changes of opinion will never consign to the records ot the past, and which revolutions will never efface.- Edinburgh Review. To Spoil a Daugater. —Be always telling her how very pretty she is. “Instil into her young mind an undue love for dress. Allow her to read nothing but works of fiction. Teach her all the accomplishments, but none of tho utilities of life. Keep her in the darkest ignorance of the mys teries of housekeeping. Initiate her into the principal that it is vulgar to do anything for herself. To strengthen tho latter, let her have a lady’s maid. Teach her to think that she is bettor than any body else. Make her think that she is sick when she is not, and let her lio in bed taking medicines when half an hour’s out-of-door exercise would completely cure her of her laziness. And having given her such an educa tion marry her to a moustached gentleman , who is a elork with a salary of $250. A young lady says:—‘When I go to a theatre I am vory careless of my dress, as the audience are too attentive to the play to observe my wardrobes but when I go to church I am very particular in my outward appearance, as most people go there to see how their neighbors dress and deport them selves.”