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LITERACY
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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.”