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LITERARY ’ Senpitmvcc (£rttfia%. PENFIELD, GEORGIA. J/fiuuctay G/ffoininp, Cc'of-ei /./, f§ss. LTXrOI.N - - - EDITOR. The Aurora is a beautiful monthly, well conduc ted, and should bo largely patronized by ladies of the South. Published at Murfreesboro’, Tenn. at ?2 a-year. It is said that Ex-Gov. 0. J. McDonald and other Georgians propose to erect a monument to the memory of Gen. Charles JT. Nelson, at the town of Calhoun, on 2d of November. The Southern (Milledgeville) Recorder, of sth inst says: “A gentleman died recently in Missis sippi, we understand, who left by will fifteen thousand dollars to Oglethorpe University.” We learn from the Home Journal that Rev. T. J. Bowen had accepted an invitation to deliver a lecture on Central Africa, in Clinton Hall, Astor Place, New York, on Thursday evening last. A meeting of the citizens of Thomas county was held at Thomasville, on Tuesday, October sth, to provide for a survey of a line of railroad from Al bany to Thomasville, form a company, and sub scribe for stock. r We are indebted to R. P. Evatt, of Rock Spring, Ga. for a copy of the Officers and Students of Union University, Murfreesboro’, Tenn. It shows the Institution to be in a flourishing condition, having a class of 135 or 140 undergraduates in at tendance. ■*•••*■ The Atlanta Intelligencer of Sept. sth., says: The worthy treasurer of the State Road informed us a few days ago, that he had transmitted to the Treasury at Milledgeville $25,000, as the nett earnings of the Road for the month of September, making in all, up to this time, the handsome lit tle sum of $175,000. The October number of the American Colton Planter, N. B. Cloud, M. 1)., Agricultural Editor, published at Montgomery, Alabama, has been re ceived. It is unnecessary to repeat what we have so often said of the value of this monthly, and of the benefit that any farmer would receive from it, for the small amount of one dollar a year. The game of love is the same, whether the lovers be clad in velvet or in hodden gray. Be neath the gilded ceiling of a palace, or lofty rafters of a cabin, there are the same hopes and fears, jealousies and distrusts, and despondings; the wiles and stratagems are all alike : for, after all, the stake is human happiness, whether he who risks be a peer or a peasant. The citizens of Atlanta propose holding an Ed ucational Mass Meeting during the fair in that city on Thursday, the 21st of this month. A committee have been appointed to secure the services of speakers for the occasion from among the ablest orators and most distinguished scholars of the State. It is designed to awaken interest in the subject of Free Schools, harmonize views and thus pave the way for our next Legislature. We hope it may be largely attended, and be pro ductive of much good. < “ I liked your dessert better than your dinner 1 yesterday.” What dessert ?” asked Plato. “Your 1 conversation,” replied the guest. . Very few ever think of making this a part of , the banquets to which they invite their guests, i They prepare costly viands, which they serve up vn styles of rarest delicacy; but they think not of 1 the preparation of those things wherewith to cheer the mind as well as gratify the palate. . Pleasant, agreeable and entertaining conversation , is the most inviting luxury which a man can ] bring to his table. j A Goldex Thought Set in Pearls. —Tn speak- . ing c v f marriages for money, Miss Mulock, the , eminent writer, observes, and we think very just-’ ly: “Marriage ought always to be a question not of necessity, but choice. Every girl ought to be taught that a loveless union stamps upon her as sous dishonor as me of those connections which omit the legal cei emony altogether, and that, however pale, dreary *nd toilsome a single life may be, unhappy married must be tenfold worse, an ever haunting tern}. tation and incurable re gret, a torment from wh there is no escape Cut death. The popularity of a doctrine i s > a t best, but a very uncertain test of its trutll- Some of the most erroneous systems that have ever existed ljrtxve swept the world like a tornado, bearing be fore them all resistance. Presenting’ themselves in attractive garbs, men hasted to run .after them, waiting for neither argument or persuasi on. But truth is always slow in its progress. It never makes any sudden and rapid conquests, but what it gains it never loses. The pilgrim who searches -Lor it must pass through many a dreary waste, where only thorns and stones meet his gaze, yet will he eventually find this “Pearl of great price.” The Old Story Again. —ls “figures don’t lie,” we beg pardon beforehand of those of our readers the following frightens to death : “Some of the Adventists are again predicting the speedy end of all things terrestrial. The present year, too, is to be the last, and they ar rive at this by a mathematical process thus : “The square root of the cost of Ezekiel s char riot was 8,504. From this take the exact ‘profit value’ of the ‘scarlet lady of Bayblon,’ l-,282, and we have 7,281. Take from this the tube of the raw mentioned by the prophet as ‘pushing west ward,’ 4,757, and we have the remainder, 3,525. Deduct from this the ‘remainder of beast,’ men tioned in the Apocalypse, GOG; and we get the re sult* 1858—the year in which the end of the world is to take place.” >*•••♦> Dicken’s Mrs. Jellaby, who was too much occu pied in commiserating the miserable condi tion of the inhabitants of Borioboola to attend to the affairs of her own household, was no creation of the imagination. There are thousands who equal, if they do not exceed her folly. Appeals to their benevolence at home, where their inter est ought to be, are slighted in order to respond to those afar off’. They give, not because they believe it more blessed to give than to receive, but because they will be praised for giving. Even the most miserly will indulge in charity when they can exhibit it to public ga.ze, and make it administer to their vanity. There are men who ■ pride themselves as much on placing their .names at the heads of subscription lists as in their fine clothes, splendid equipages and other indications of their wealth. Tltfere are whole communities together who ex hibit this vain-glorious charity. They dearly love to have their benevolence and liberality nois£ abroad through all the land. For this purpose they will deprive themselves of comforts and conveniences which it is really their duty to have. They will pay their pastor a niggardly sal ary, and almost deny themselves any gospel priv ileges in order to send a missionary to the be nighted of Africa or the Pacific Islands. Is this charity? Nay, verily, “True charity begins at home.” i milE influence which parents should exert in | X the marriage of their children, is a subject upon which a great diversity of opinion exists. The old naturally entertain ultra views respect ing parental authority, while the notions of the young are vague and loose. A change of circum stances makes an entire change in the manner of thinking, carrying the person from one unrea sonable extreme to its opposite. Thus, while a majority of the old contend that grown up men and women should defer implicitly to the opin ions of their parents in reference to marriage, most young persons believe it a matter in which they should not interfere. Though not accepting this latter proposition unreservedly, we are more inclined to this than to the former; for which we think we can give sufficient reasons. Matrimony is, undoubtedly, one of the most seriously practical questions which is ever presen ted to a man’s or woman’s consideration. Upon its issue depends the complexion of their lives — their happiness or misery. As it is anticipated as an inevitable necessity in the life of every one, parents should endeavor to instil into the minds of their children a proper conception of its na ture and importance, and of the ends and aims it is designed to accomplish. The father should withhold from his daughter vicious and corrupt reading, not by harsh, unreasoning injunctions, but by pointing out the pernicious results which they produce. lie should never encourage her to seek the companionship of the light and friv olous—the mere lovers of gaiety and pleasure. lie should impress upon her mind the princi ples and motives which should influence her in the choice of a husband, \nd he should be care ful to be himself correct. He should particularly teach her that moral worth is a requisite for the want of which no charm of mind or person can compensate. Should he do all this, he need not fear that she will run away with some unknown foreigner who wins her with bad French, a mous tache and an assumed title. If, however, she should be disposed to make a match which, though he may be unable to offer any valid objection, he cannot altogether approve, he should yield to her wishes. He ought not to allow prejudices which he cannot explain to interfere with her happiness. He may advise, counsel and admon ish, but net attempt to force. When he has done all lie should, be the consequences what they may, he is not responsible. Parents are often very imprudent in regard to the manner in which they manifest their opposi tion. The matter is always a delicate one, and any interference should be made with extreme caution. Harsh measures should never be em ployed. Persecution seldom, if ever, fails to pro mote what it is designed to suppress. The ashes of Wickliffe was the seed of his faith, and the fire lighted at the stake of Huss kindled the flames of the Reformation throughout Europe. If, then, a man would wish to dissuade his daughter from a match on which she has set her heart, he must make persuasive and eloquent kindness his in strumentality. He must make her feel that in all he says or does, he is actuated by a desire for her welfare, and let her know that he intends to employ no coercion to force her obedience. Act ing thus ivith prudence and caution, he wi’l ac complish by forbearance what he never could by threats, and in this way eventually succeed in the attainment of his purposes. Silly novels about love, courtship and marriage have been productive of incalculable mischief. They represent an elopement as a very fine thing, full of romantic interest, and the only proper finale of an intense and all-absorbing passion. We have no doubt that many a poor, innocent, weak minded girl has been led to her ruin by these wild, unnatural fictions. But we are not thence to conclude that every woman who per sists in opposing her parents in the matter of marriage is influenced by these romantic notions. Grey hairs are not always wise, nor are their ad monitions in every instance worthy of respect. There are many parents who, dead to all kindlier feelings, would sacrifice the hopes, happiness and affections of their children at the shrine of inter est for wealth or position. Such are unworthy of reverence, and obedience to them is not a virtue. No one should be influenced by their own mercenary principles, nor by arguments which appeal to these feelings when addressed by an other. Breach ofPromise Case in Mississippi.— “ Court ing” by letter may be the easiest and most pleasant method to bashful lovers whose pens are more eloquent than their tongues, but now and then a case “ turns up” which teaches that it is not a.ways the safest. The Kosciusko, Miss. Chronicle of the 17th records an interesting “ breach of promise” case, which was decided at the last term of the Attala Court—the parties be ing Miss Amanda Burnley vs. W. J. Sallis, and the damages claimed, SIO,OOO. The Chronicle says: “ The parties being of the highest l’espectability, and numerously related in this county, the amount involved large, legal talent of the first order being retained on each side, and the case being a novel one in this portion of the Union, it naturally created a good deal of interest, and drew together a very large concourse of people, among whom were quite a goodly number of la dies, the court-house being crowded throughout the trial, which lasted the best part of two days. The testimony went to show, that after an en gagement of marriage had existed for over two years between the parties, Mr. Sallis gave notice in writing to Miss Burnley of his desire to be re leased of his engagement, on the score of bad health, but that Miss Burnley had declined to re lease him, signifying her willingness to wait until the defendant had recovered from his attack of chills; and that defendant failing to bring about a compromise in another attempt some six months afterwards, had married another young lady. This action, therefore, was brought to recover damages for breach of the promise of marriage, and the loss which plaintiff claimed to have sus tained thereby. The defendant’s counsel, on the other hand, admitted the breach of promise, but contended that inasmuch as plaintiff had sus tained no special damage, therefore she was en titled to only nominal damages. The case was ably argued for the prosecution by Messrs. Lawson & Niles, and Messrs. Franklin Smith, R. S. Hudson and J. A. P. Campbell for the defence, in speeches of “ long and learned sentences,” sparkling with gems of rhetoric, po esy and wit; indeed, it is generally admitted that on no occasion has our court witnessed such a legal contest. The jury retired and in two hours returned with a verdict of ten dollars for the plaintiff. We understand that the young gentle men on the jury stood out for a heavy verdict, but that the married gentlemen overruled them. The case will be carried up to the high Court of Errors and Appeals.” Tiie Paying out Machine. —We notice the press gives Mr. Everett great credit for his admi rable machine for paying out the great Telegraph Cable; but what is this paying out machine com j pared with that engineered by Messrs. Swan & Cos. which is continually paying out immense sums to their correspondents, as well as to the press, post-office, telegraph and express? And whence do S. Swan & Cos. obtain the money which they thus pay out so liberally? Is it not swindled from the people, who, in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred, never receive one cent in return for the tens, twenties and fifties which they expend in lottery tickets. Yes, they are great paying out machines, and paying in machines too; but the paying out is from the pockets of ihe people, and the paying in is into the coffers of S. Swan & Cos, Peterson’s Magazine for November presents its accustomed variety in illustrations, fashion-plates and reading matter. Price, $2 a-year. HON. T. R. R. C-088 has been delivering public addresses, in different portions of the State, in advocacy of the establishment of a Fermanent Educational Fund from the proceeds of the State Road. The idea is a good one, and has met with general favor from the press, which we hope will be still further developed in practical form by our next Legislature. Wo are not acquainted with the details of Col. Cobb’s plan, but suppose from what we have heard of them, that they are just and practicable. The following remarks, which we clip from the Augusta Dispatch, if they may not be endorsed by all, are certainly valua ble suggestions, well worthy of consideration. We hope to see them carried out: “Our preposition is, First, an ample endowment of the State University at Athens, with such de tail of manner and condition as shall comprise an entire re-organization of the institution from top to bottom. Second, The donation of liberal sums to the three denominational colleges, at Penfield, Ox ford and Midway. Third, The equitable division of the amount remaining after the above endowments among the several counties of the State, to be used solely for educating the people, and to be held by pro per officers, in trust, for that purpose. We regard it as of primary importance to give the University of Georgia something beyond its present academic character—to make, in fact, what it is in name. Let it be a resort for those who, after having received the training of col lege, may desire to pursue farther, particular branches of knowledge. To accomplish this end, then, of giving univer sity foundations to the State institution, we sug gest six hundred thousand dollars as a proper sum to be set apart for that purpose: one hun dred thousand to be expended in buildings. The remaining five hundred thousand being uni ted with the present property of Franklin Col lege might constitute a permanent fund, the an nual income of which would not fall far short of forty-five thousand dollars. We cannot overlook the past services of Ogle thorpe, Emory and Mercer, nor underrate their capacity for usefulness in the future. As citi zens of the State, the individual members of the churches, under whose auspices the colleges were founded, have a right to expect that their views and wishes shall be fairly considered. They have as much as we or anybody else can have at stake in tiie educational policy of Georgia. We are all co-equal owners of the property concerned. We can but think it natural and pure justice, that the friends of each should receive a proper amount of aid in their labors. It is to be desired that certain conditions, calculated to promote harmony of action and unity of result, should be assented to by all the colleges. Reserving a dis cussion of these conditions for a future article, we now suggest one hundred and fifty thousand dollars as a suitable amount to be donated to each of the three denominational institutions. We think we may entertain a rational hope that from three and a-half to four millions would remain to be divided among the several counties for the purpose of supporting a public school sys tem.” WHEN we look upon some complicated piece of machinery, we are filled with wonder and admiration. We never tire of contemplating the exactness with which each part performs its prescribed functions, and how necessary even a small portion becomes to the beauty and perfec tion of the whole. We cannot find words to ex press our appreciation of the genius that first originated, and the energy which brought it to completion. But our bodies are more complica ted and wc nderful pieces of mechanism than the human mind has ever conceived. They have been for ages subjects of investigation, upon which the highest powers of intellect have been expended, and yet they are imperfectly understood. Every part presents some mystery which we cannot comprehend. The heart, brain, nerves, veins, arteries and sinews, all perform their functions so silently, that unless they are deranged, we are unconscions of their existence. How strong is man ; how active, energetic ; how capable of en during fatigue, toil and hardship; yet how slen der every ligament that connects hie frame ; how delicate every fibre; how thin the tissues that divide life and death ! But there is within us a mechanism more com plex and mysterious than this. We can draw an out line of the body, point out the manner in which its several parts are adjusted, and tell something of how those actions are performed on which vi tality depends. But who could describe this mind within us, that is ever thinking—ever acting ? Who can paint it forth with all its powers, ener gies and capacities ? We can contemplate its re sults, but none can tell us of the mannerin which they were produced. How passing in interest, above all we have ever known, would it be to draw aside the veil and look in upon the work ings of the brain, when the conceptions of the poet were being evolved, or the deep, searching argu ments of the logician were elaborated. What a glorious sight would it be to gaze upon the brain, where high, sublime thoughts were revolving, ere they had been formed into consistincy and beauty. But it can never be. None but He who gave this mind its being can understand its nature, and comprehend the extent and manner of its opera tions. Tiie summer has ended. The north wind softly whispers that another season is coming, and the deep, rich, mellow light of the evening sun proclaims that autumn is nigh. In the laboratory of nature her chemistry is slowly working, which shall change the emerald vestments of forests and fields into dyes gorgeous, though solemn, as an nouncing their speedy decay. Soon the blast shall scatter to the ground the leafy glories of the wood, there to wither and die. Summer has ended. How rapidly, like a sweet, joyous dream, has it flown. It seems as it were but a few days since the first flower bud breathed its fragrance on the air, and we rejoiced in its opening beauties. The notes of merry songsters, whose melody thrilled our every nerve, have scarce yet died upon the ear. Yet, the buds have expanded; the flowers bloomed and died; the fruit grown, ripened and decayed ; the sun attained his northern height and turned him round on his backward course, and summer is gone. Summer has ended. And thus, too, will pass the summer of man’s life, when the warm sun shine of hope brightens his path, and notes of pleasure burden every breeze. The blighting frost shall touch and wither the green, young heart. Hardening rings will form around it to resist the coming rigor. Then dread winter will come and spread over all its darkest, dreariest gloom. What sun shall dispel that gloom and re-awaken in the soul the vital energies of another year? A man who has been West, and been chased by an Indian, makes the following matter of fact observations: “Much has been said by poets and romantic young ladies about the picturesque aspects, and the noble form of an untamed, untamable war rior of the prairie, and far be it from me to gain say them. An Indian is a noble spectacle—in u picture or at a safe distance —but when this noble spectacle is moving his moccasins in your direc tion, and you have to do some tall walking in order to keep the capillary substance on the summit of your cranium, all his ‘nobility’ vanish es, and you see in him only a painted, greasy miscreant, who will, if you give him a chance, lift your hair with the same Christian Spirit, com posed and most serene, with which he would ask another ‘spectacle’ for a little more of that ‘baked dog.’ Used to think like the poets; now the sight of an Indian gives me a cramp in the sto mach. — Religion alone can renew the original energy of a nation. Under every imaginable hypothesis we shall invariably find that the gospel has been a barrier to the destruction of society. [Written for the Georgia Temperance Crusader.] AUTUMN AND DEATH. BY CLARA CLIFTON. AUTUMN winds are sighing through the grand old woods ; the pine trees roar a requiem for departed summer; the flowers are all gone, and rapidly the leaves fall dying to the ground. Thus must all things die. Desolation is written upon everything—the bright, the beautiful, the young and the aged—all alike are subject to decay. In the forest, leaves and flowers are dying, while in the great city, funeral bells are tolling at morning and evening; every hour the hearse rolls slowly by, bearing human flowers to the last resting on earth. In one city, the sexton reports one hun dred interments a day. Almost as fast as the au tumn leaves do they fall, and almost as unheeded. A few short winter months we miss them, but with the return of spring showers others take their places, and the dead are forgotten until the destroyer again makes his appearance. It is a solemn and impressive thought that there comes a winter for us all; that we must die even as die the autumn leaves. Slowly, yet surely, the sands in the hour-glass are running out; time is painting us in many ways; for the coming decay, even as autumn, with her many colored brushes, paints the forest leaves before their fall. Soon, ah! very soon with us all will the sum mer be over ; the autumn winds of death will ere long chill our frames, and soon we, who so proudly spurn the earth beneath our feet as we walk in conscious security, will have no better resting place for our bodies than the poor little forest leaves; will soon be forgotten in the places where we think we are most loved, most cherished. Ere the green blade shall spring from the sod that covers us, others will have filled our places in the ome cle and in the hearts of those who now TO ve us. We know all this, and yet, how little we think of such things; how madly we rush through life; how busy we make ourselves in lay-, ing out plans for the future ; in gathering and hoarding up treasures that will avail us nothing; we forget that earth is not our eternal home ; that we have not even the assurance of another day’s abode here. When we arise in the morn ing, we know not whether we will lie down in the evening in health, or whether weeping friends will gather around our lifeless corpse; and yet, we arise and go forth into the busy, bustling world, seeking for wealth, fame and pleasure, un heeding the many admonitions that are given us to prepare for another state of existence: the an gel of death passes by, taking first one and then another loved one from our side; we pause a mo ment, shed a tear of regret, and then long ere the loved one has turned to dust, we are rushing on again, pushing our way through life’s great thor oughfare. If occasionally the silent monitor with in whisper of death and decay, we silence the lit tle voice, stop our ears to its warning and rush onward until the autumn winds begin to sigh around, and suddenly we are torn from our rest ing place and borne to our mother earth, where we will molder with the forest leaves. Genius is a crucible in which the commonest thought becomes transformed into a bright diamond, sparkling and beautiful. Edward Ev erett, the greatest living orator in America, de livered the following eloquent paragraph on a subject so. trite and commonplace as rain: “Sir, to speak more seriously, I should be ashamed of myself if it required any premedita tion, any forethought, to pour out the simple and honest effusions of the heart on an occasion so interesting as this. A good occasion, Sir. A good day, Sir, notwithstanding its commence ment. I heard from one friend and another this morning—kind enough to pay his respects to me, knowing on what errand I had come—l heard from one and another the remark that he was sorr/ that we had’nt a good day. It was, as you are aware, raining in the morning. Sir, it is a good day, notwithstanding the rain. Weather is good; all weather is good; sunshine is good; rain is good. Not good weather, Sir? Ask the farmer, into whose grains and roots there yet remains some of its moisture, to be driven by to-morrow’s sun. Ask the boatman, who is waiting for bis raft, to go over the rapids. Ask the dairyman and grazier if the rain, even at this season, is not good. Ask the lover of nature if it is not good weather when it rains. Sir, I saw two or three times in Europe artificial water works—cascades constructed by the skill of man at enormous ex pense—the remains of the palatial water works at Marley, where Louis XIV. lavished uncounted millions of gold and thus laid the foundation of those depletions of the treasury which brought on the French Revolution. The traveler thought it a great thing to see these revolution water works wherein a little cataract poured out a lit tle water to be scattered out by a small engine. Do we talk of its not being good where God’s great engine is exhibiting to us His imperial wa ter works sending up the mists and vapors to the clouds to be rained down again in comfort and beauty and plenty upon grateful and thirsty man ? Sir, as a mere gratification of the taste, I know nothing in nature more sublime, more beautiful than these rains descending from the skies.”— Applause. — That exoellent paper, the Cayuga Chief, says, beautifully: They tell us that the low wave-melodies of old ocean linger in the chamber ot the sea-shell. So in many things around us are the tones of the seasons gone by. We were startled the other day by a spring melody, clear and joyous overhead, as though gushing like a fountain from the over hanging field of blue. Quicker than the light ning’s sweep, a flood of memories was telegraphed from the mouths of opening bloom, fresh with the pleasant earth-scent, bright with the new sunshine of balmy days, and pulsing with the budding fragrance and beauty. We thought of the dandelions in the meadow, glowing like gol den stars in an emerald field, and the first rip pling of the grass blades under the sweep of the winds, and forget for the moment the brown stubble fields around us, and the corn near by whose hidden gold is already burnished with the blaze of autumn sunshine. A plain looking bird in brownish garb, was poised over us, a stanger, and yet the song is familiar with the associations of five and thirty summers. No other minstrels of the gentle race could sing that song. We have not heard it for many a week, and had thought our good-by to those who then sang it. It was our friend the Bobolink who was singing ! One free, joyous ourst of song and he disappeared over the hill. The pleasant dream was over and we almost wept our good-by to one who will not “sing that strain again” until he comes with the “fra grance of the tropic on his wing” and the gushing of its sunshine in his heart, lie will come again when there are fresh flowers blooming, and set them to song. Many of Spurgeon’s sentences are impressive from the bold, original, though rather eccentric language in which they are expressed. Hero is a short paragraph of his which aptly illustrates this remark: “If the devil comes to my door with his horns visible, I will never let him in; but if he comes with his hat on, as a respectable gentleman, he is at once admitted. The metaphor may be very quaint, but is quite true. Many a man has taken in an evil; ana he has thought in his heart there is not much harm in it; so he has let in the little thing, and it has been like the breaking forth of water—the first drop has brought after it a tor rent. The beginning of a fearful end.” “Henry Ward Beecher is great at taking up collections. At the old John church, on one occa sion, they wanted to make an extra raise. Mr. Beecher eloquently addressed the new converts and finally asked those who had experienced religion in that church to hold up their right hand. Nearly all the right hands were raised instantaneously up. “Now” says Mr. Beecher, “put that hand in your pocket when the plate is passed round.” After the platehadbeen extensively cir culated Beecher, his serprise, saw no money passed into the plate; but every man in the congregation stood motionless as a statue, with his right hand in his pocket! j The laws of God constitute the most perfect code of natural justice.’ Longfellow’s new volume, “The Courtship of Miles Standish, and other Poems,” is “out.” You may glean knowledge by reading, but you must separate the chaff from the wheat by think ing. Happiness is a perfume that one cannot shed over another without a few drops fall on one’s self. Hon. William Preston, of Kentucky, has re ceived and accepted the appointment of Minister to Spain. “Do not cry,” said Saphir, the German critic, to a lady who was evidently rouged; “your tears will make you pale.” “The heart of cold beauty,” says Saphir, in one of his works, “is the ice in which she preserves the affections of her lover.” A Deer was recently killed, near Waco, Texas, which had 30 spikes to his horn, and one inch and a half of fat on his breast. Suicide is always common among a people of corrupt morals. Man reduced to the instinct of the brute, dies with the same unconcern. A brother editor tells us that when he was in prison for libelling a justice of the peace, he was requested by the jailor to give the prison a puff. Morality is tire basis of society ; but if man is a mere mass of matter, there is in reality neith er vice nor virtue, and of course morality is a mere sham. Epitaph in Denmore churchyard, Ireland: “Here lies the remainsof John Hall, grocer. The world was not worth a fig, and I have good raisins for saying so.” The net receipts of the various festivals which have been held throughout the country in aid of erecting a monument to Baron Steuben, are esti mated at SIO,OOO. Mrs. Partington desires to know why the Cap tain of a vessel can’t keep a memorandum of the weight of his anchor, instead of weighing it every time he leaves port? The lion. Edward Everett has written to the President of the Girard College, promising to de liver, before the Pennsylvania Institute, a dis course on “Franklin.” The plasterers employed on the Capitol, at Washington, have notified Captain Meigs that un less their wages are increased to $2,50 per day they shall suspend work. A priest said to a peasant whom he thought rude “You are better fed than taught.” “Shud think I was,” replied the clodhopper, “as I feeds my self and you teaches me.” Certain it is that the soul is eternally craving. No sooner lias it attained the object for which it yearned, than anew wish is formed; and the whole universe cannot satisfy it. Industrious people at Key West are making a fortune out of prepared turtle soup„ put up in hermetically sealed cans and sent to distant parts. It is represented as very lucrative. A placard suspended in a car on the Georgia Railroad contains the following words : “A gen tleman will be known in these cars by keepins his feet off the seats and his tobacco in his pocket.” A Missouri editor apologises for the neglect of editorial duty, on account of the advent of anew member of the family ; and claims indulgence on the ground that the thing “only happens once a year.” A duel was fought in Mississippi last month by S. Knott and A. W. Shott. The result was Knott was shot and Shot was not. In those cir cumstances we should rather liad been Shott than Knott. The Abbeville Banner communicates the mourn ful intelligence of the death of Wm. Lowndes, youngest son of the late John C. Calhoun. He died on the 19th inst., at his plantation in Abbe ville district. A gentleman asked a lady the other day, why so many tall gentleman were bachelors. The re ply was, they were obliged to lie corner-wise in bed to keep their feet in, and that a wife would be in the way. During the recent panic two friends met near the Royal Exchange, when one asked the other, “Well, is it yet terrafirma?” to which the other, shrugging his shoulders, replied “Plenty of terror but not Jirma.” Conscience furnishes a proof of the immortally of the soul. Each individual has within his own heart a tribunal, where he sits in judgement on himself till the Supreme Arbiter shall confirm the sentence. The purchaser of the Charter Oak place at Hartford, Conn., has taken measures to prevent the knowledge of the site of the Charter Oak from being lost, by placing a stone slab in the earth on the spot. Madame LeVert and Mrs. Anna Cora Richie have declined the soiree with which several New York papers have announced they were to be complimented. The friends of those two ladies will read with pleasure this evidence of their good sense and feminine propriety. It is astonishing how “toddy” promotes inde pendence. A Philadelphia old “brick” lying a day or two since in the gutter in a very spiritual manner was advised in a friendly way to econo mize, as “flour was going up.” “Let it go up” said old bottlenose, “I kin git as ‘high’ as flour kin —any day.’” The Navy Department has authorized that in cases like the present Paraguayan naval captains commanding, shall be entitled to the title and honors of Admirals. Admiral Shubrick, there fore, is the first American Admiral who goes out with his flag at the fore, where the Commodore’s pennat used to fly. French papers report that an extraordinary case is now pending before the Civil Tribunal of Castlesarrazin Toulhouse. A lady of that town, who had married so far back as 1845, has brought up action against her husband to have a marriage declared null and void, on the ground that he is not a man but a woman. A German paper says that the quickest rate of locomotion, after the electric spark, light, sound and cannon balls, is ascertained to be the flight of a swallow. One of these liberated at Ghent, made its way to its nest at Antwerp in twelve minutes and a half, going at the rate of four miles and a half a minute. Iu the little Connecticut city of Waterbury they pay the Mayor SSO a year. The incumbent, Mr. Fish, lately “struck” for higher pay. He wanted only SIOO, but the “Common Council” re fused to pay it. Whereupon His Honor an nounces his resignation, and has called a meeting of citizens to select a fifty dollar Mayor in his place. The number of students in Yale College is now 555 of whom 455 are connected with the Academical and 100 with the Professional Depart ment. There is an icrease of 8 in the former and a decrease of 18 in the latter, from last year. In the Academical department there are 35 students from the Southern States. The number of Pro fessors and Teachers is forty-two. It is generally the case that the more beautiful and richer a female is, the more difficult are both her parents and herself in the choice of a husband and the more otters they refuse. This one is tootall, the other tooshort, this not wealthy, this not respectable enough. Meanwhile, one spring passes after another, and year after year carries away leaf after leaf of the bloom of youth and opportunity. A printer in setting up the line “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” by some oversight left out the s, and made it read: “Hell hath no fury like a woman corned.” A flight departure from the text, but none whatever from the truth. A clergyman who was reading to his congrega tion a chapter in Genesis, found the last sentence to be: “ And the Lord gave unto Adam a wife.” Turning over two leaves together, he found written, and read in an audible voice: “ And she was pitched without and within.” He had unhappily got into a description of Ark. FiIBEWELL, THY HAND I WOIXD NOT TAKE. Farewell! thy hand I would not take Unless the gift contained thy heart ; Far better for each other’ssake, To wear life’s galling chain apart! I love thee, worship thee ! but still, If deep within that heart of thine, My passion wake no answering thrill, I would not wish to call thee mine! Without thee, life will be a waste, My heart of every pleasure void; For bliss though offered to the taste, Without thee, could not be enjoyed. But since my love availeth not, Doth in thy soul no echo make, I would not have thee share my lot, Oh, better that my heart should break ! Farewell ! though it is death to part; Farewell! ’ tis more than death to me; I cannot teach my self-willed heart To beat for any one but thee ! And yet. though doomed to love thee still, Since deep within that heart of thine My passion wakes no answering thrill, I would not wish to call thee mine! < A STATESMAN’S HOME. As the traveller passes over the Georgia railroad from Atlanta to Augusta, he will observe on the summit of a ridge to the outskirts of the village of Crawfordville, a two-story wooden house, well shaded by a grove of venerable oaks, and with a lawn in frontgently sloping to the South, planted with no great order in regard to shrubbery and fruit trees. The house is without any pretensions to modern architectural style, but is built after the fashion and in conformity with the plans of the country residences of wealthy Georgia planters thirty year3 ago. This modest mansion, with its novel and at tractive surroundings, is the domicil of a gentle man who has occupied no small share of public attention for the last fifteen years. He is known to his immediate circle of friends as “Aleck”—to his neighbors and acquaintances of Taliaferro county, as “Squire Stephens,” and to the Repub lic at large as “Stephens of Georgia.” The name of Alexander H. Stephens is a household word in the eighth district. Mr. Stephens began to practice law in Crawford ville about the year 1854, and boarded in the fam ily of the estimable gentleman who resided in and owned the house to which we have referred above. At his death Mr. Stephens was left as his Execu tor, and at the sale of the real estate became the purchaser of the house and twenty acres of land adjoining, and has resided there since that time when not in attendance on public duties at Wash ington. Until recently no material changes were made in the house, and even now to front view it stands as originally built—two stories—porch with plain columns—eight rooms, passage in the middle, &c. Recently, two rooms intended for a library and bed chamber, and a small and airy passage, have been added to the house. North of the mansion and on the slope of a hill is the garden, orchard and vineyard, and if a vis itor in the month of August should tarry a day in the quiet village near by, and should gratify a pardonable curiosity by looking over the plate, he will find a well selected and choice variety of fruits—peaches, pears, apples, strawberries, grapes, Sec. While strolling over the garden, if ’lie visi tor will cast his eye North-eastward, he will see the smoke curling up from the chimneys of a house about two miles distant and on the high est point of’ land in the circuit of his vision. ° This is the treasured spot above all others to Mr. Stephens. It is his family homestead, the place where his grandfather settled shortly after the revolution —the place where his father lived and died, and the place upon which the states man was born. A ride of a half hour over a bro ken but a beautiful country will bring you to the farm, and on the right of the road and but a short distance from the farm buildings, on the top of a hill, is the spot where his father lived. The buildings have all been removed, and there are no traces to the eye of a stranger left to mark the spot, but they are idelibly impressed upon the memory of Mr. Stephens. Just under the clump of trees is the spring, still flowing pure and free, from which he drank. Near by is the grove of wide-spreading oaks under whose refreshing and fiiendly shade ho was accustomed to play, and all around are the hills over which he clambered when a boy. All these mementoes of youth are treasured recollections with a man whose name is famous for eloquence, learning and patriotism, from the Arostook to the Rio Grande. And it is refreshing to observe the influences of home and hearth and youthful associations, upon so exalted a nature and such lofty intellect—to see a great man with such affections glowing, spread in ■ and kindling with tremulous feeling over tin ) lections of early home and boyhood, in this utili tarian, practical, unroman tie age, makes one feel and know that the “great events with which old story” are not all vain and hollow.— Macon lele graph DONAH’S COMET. The St. Louis Republican has the following ac count of this erratic celestial body: Those who look upon the small nebulous star now visible can hardly realize the terrific appear ance of this same object when, in 1204 it ap proached the sun with a tail one hundred de grees in length! Its tail come streaming up in the morning several hours before its head, and when its nucleus was in the zenith the train stretched below the western horizon. Its train was first very broad, but it decreased in width, extending enormously in length. It is said to have disappeared October 3d. on the day of the Death of Pope Urban IV. It was, of course, thought a special forerunner of that event. This comet had appeared before in 975, and also in 395, and 104, as mentioned by Chinese an nalists. This would give it a period of about 292 years. In 975, its tail was forty degrees in length and its nucleus or head was so bright as to be vis ible in the day time. Its next appearance after 1204, was in 1550, in the month of February. Its aspect was very similar to its present one, being “somewhat paler than the planet Mars, and with a train of four degrees in length.” It has been known as “the great comet of Charles V.” because it apeared in the year in which his abdication took place. The Emperor, Charles Y. of Spain, con sidered it an omen of his death, although he sur vived it some years. Fabricus, his astronomer, mapped out its path, describing its course “through Virgo and Bootes, past the pole of the heavens, into Cepheus and Cassiopeia.” What rendered this comet particularly interesting was its near approach to tho earth, being on the 12th of March only seven millions ot miles distant. Jhe orbit of the comet of 1204, was computed by Pingre and Donthome, while that of 1540, was computed by Haily and afterwards by Hind, of tho Southvilla Observatory, Regant’s Park, England. It was found that the two orbits agreed and Pingre con cluded that they were the same, and that it would return again in 1848. It was accordingly expected at that time, and its non-appearance stimulated some to a re-examination of the previous calcu lations. Mr. Barber found that the attraction of tho outer planets, Jupiter, Saturn and Ilerschell, liad retarded it. Mr. Hind pi’edicted its appearance in 1858, after making allowance for the distur bances. The excitement and crude speculation relative to its anticipated approach to the earth last year is still in everybody’s memory. There is no necessity of repeating that were a comet to strike the earth it could not penetrate the earth’s atmosphere on account of the superior density ot the latter. But the inclination of the comet to the earth’s orbit being so great (36°) there could scarcely be a possibility of a “brush” from its tail at any time. It is interesting to consider this object in the light of a traveller, like a Von Hum boldt. A journey of two hundred and ninety-two years is no small “tramp.” the wind a musician. The wind is a musician at birth. We extend a silken thread in the crevice of a window, and the wind finds it and sings over it, and goes up and down the scale upon it, and poor Paganini must go somewhere else for honor, for lo! the wind is performing on a single string! It tries almost everything upon earth, to see if there is music in it; it persuades atone out of the great bell in the tower, when the sexton is at home asleep; it makes a mournful harp of the giant pines, and it does not disdain to try what sort of a whistle can be made of the humblest chimney in the world. How it will play upon a great tree, till every leaf thrills with the note in it, and wind up the river that runs at its base, for a sort of murmuring accompaniment. And what a melody it sings when it gives a concert with a full choir of the waves of the sea, and performs an anthem between the two worlds and goes up, perhaps, to the stars that love mu sic most and sang in the first. Then how fondly it haunts old houses ; moan ing under the eaves, singing in the halls, opening old dooi*s without fingers, and sighing a measure of some sad old song around the fireless and de serted hearth.