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LITERARY
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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.
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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.
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“ 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.
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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.”
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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.