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JOHN 11. SEALS,
NEW SERIES, VOLUME HI.
OTHE WEOHKIA'O
. TEMPERANCE CRUSADER.
t Published every Thursday in the year, except two
TEURIS : Two Dollars per year, in advance.
JOHN H. SEALS, Sole Proprietor.
I. ION El. Ij. VEAZEY, Editor Literary Department.
MRS M. E. BRYAN. Editress.
JOHN A. REYNOLDS, Publisher.
ORuaQs CB3a.o<sS3®
Clubs of Tan Names, by sending tire Cash,
will receive the paper at .... slso~scopy.
Clubs of Five Names, at 180 “
Any person sending us Five new subscribers, inclo
sing the money, shall receive an extra copy one year
free of cost.
ADVERTISING DIRECTORY:
i Bates of Advertising:
1 square, (twelve lines or less,) first insertion, $1 00
* “ Each continuance, > 50
Professional or Business Cards, not exceeding six
lines, per year, 5 00
Announcing Candidates for Office, 3 00
Standing Advertisements:
< JSSF*Advertisements not marked with the number of
insertions, will be continued until forbid, and charged
accordingly.
Druggists and others, may contract
for advertising by the year on reasonable terms.
Legal Advertisements:
Sale of Land or Negroes, by Administrators, Ex
ecutors and Guardians, per square, 5 00
Sale of Personal Property, by Administrators, Ex
ecutors and Guardians, per square, 3 25
Notice to Debtors and Creditors, 3 25
Notice for Leave to Sell, 4 00
Citation for Letters of Administration, 2 75
Citation for Letters of Dismission from Adm’n, 500
Citation for Letters of Dismission from Guard’p, 3 25
Legal Requirements:
Sales of Land and Negroes by Administrators, Exec
utors or Guardians, are required, by law, to be held on
the First Tuesday in the month, between the hours oi
ten in the forenoon and three in the afternoon, at the
Court-house door of the county in which the property is
‘‘ situate. Notices of these sales must be given in a pub
lic Gazette, forty days previous to the day of sale.
Notices for the sale of Personal Property must be given
at least ten days previous to the day of sale.
Notices to Debtors and Creditors of an estate, must
be published forty days.
Notice that application will be made to the Court oi
- Ordinary, for leave to sell Land or Negroes, must be pub
lished weekly for two months.
Citations for Letters of Administration, must be pub
lished thirty days —for Dismission from Administration
monthly, six months —for Dismission from Guardianship,
forty days.
Rules for Foreclosure of Mortgage must be published
monthly, for four months —ior compelling titles from Ex
ecutors or Administrators, where a bond has been issued
by the deceased, the full space of three months.
jss- Publications will always be continued according
to these, the legal requirements, unless otherwise or
dered.
o7Jic * Qjas-cicry,
7Z"ING & EEWIS, Attorneys at Law. Greenes-
J-A- boro, Ga. The undersigned, having associated
themselves together in the practice of law, will attend
to all business intrusted to their care, with that prompt
ness and efficiency which long experience, united with
industry, can secure. Offices at Grcenesboro and live
miles west of White Plains, Greene county, Ga.
T. F. KING. July 1, 1858. M. W. LEWIS.
WHIT G. JOHNSON, Attorney at Law,
Augusta, Ga. will prompily attend to all business
intrusted to his professional management in Richmond
and the adjoining counties. Office on Mclntosh street,
three doors below Constitutionalist office.
r Reference —Tlios. It. R. Cobb, Athens, Ga.
June 14 ly
T3 OGER L. WIIIGIIAM, Louisville, Jcf
-I-L ferson county, Georgia, will give prompt attention
to any business intrusted to his care, in the following
counties : Jefferson, Burke, Richmond, Columbia, War
ren, Washington, Emanuel, Montgomery, Tatnall and
Scriven. April 26, 1856 tt
T EONARD T. DOYAL, Attorney at Law,
J-J McDonough, Henry county, Ga. will practice Law
in the following counties: Henry, Spaulding, Butts,
Newton, Fayette, Fulton, DeKaib, Pike and Monroe.
Feb 2-4 -
DH. SANDERS) Attorney at Latv, Albany,
• Ga. will practise in the counties of Dougherty,
Sumter, Lee, Randolph, Calhoun, Early, Baker, Deca
tur and Worth. Jan 1 ly
HT. PERKINS, Attorney at Law,Greenes
• boro, Ga. will practice in the counties of Greene,
Morgan, Putnam, Oglethorpe, Taliaferro, Hancock,
Wilkes and Warren. Feb ly
PHILLIP B- ROBINSON, Attorney at
Law, Greenesboro, Ga. will practice in the coun
ties of Greene Morgan, Putnam, Oglethorpe, Taliafer
ro, Hancock Wilkes and Warren. July 5, ’56-lv
JAMES BROWN, Attorney at Law, Fancy
Hill, Murray Cos. Ga. April 30, 1857.
SIBLEY, BOGUS & Cff
WHOLESALE AND RETAIL HEALERS IN—
Choice Family Groceries, Cigars, &c,
276 Broad Street, Augusta, Georgia.
Feb 18,1858
Eflo IPo
Warehouse & Commission Merchant,
AUGUSTA, GA.
m r> Sg| branches, in his large and commodi
ous Fire-Proof Wareliouse, on Jackson
street, near the Globe Hotel.
Orders for Goods, &c. promptly and carefully filled.
The usual cash facilities afforded customers.
July 22 6m^
Warehouse & Commission Merchants,
AUGUSTA, GA.
% entered into a co-part
m A- U s hip for the purpose of carrying on
the Storage and Commission Business in
all of its branches, respectfully solicit con
signments of Cotton and other produce; also orders for
Bagging, Rope and family supplies. Their strict, per
sonal attention will be given to the business.
All the facilities due From factors to patrons shall be
’ granted with a liberal hand.
8 ISAAC T. HEARD,
WM. C. DERRY.
July 22d,
; ms & oitomt ~
WILL continue the WAREHOUSE and COM
MISSION BUSINESS at their old stand on
Jackson street. Will devote their personal attention to
the Storage and sale of Cotton, Bacon, Grain, &c.
Liberal cash advances made when required ; and all
, orders for Family Supplies, Bagging, Rope, &c. filled
at the lowest market price.
JOHN C. REES. [Aug 12] SAM’L D. LINTOiN.
’ POULLAIN, JENNINGS l CO.
GROCERS AND COTTON FACTORS,
Opposite the Globe Hotel, Augusta, Georgia.
CONTINUE, as heretofore, in connection with
their Grocery Business, to attend to the sale of
COTTON and other produce.
They will be prepared in the Brick Fireproof Ware
house, now in process of erection in the front of their
store, at the intersection of Jackson and Reynold streets,
to receive on storage all consignments made them, j
Liberal cash advances made on Produce in s,torp,
when requested. ANTOINE POULLAIN,’ /
THOMAS J. JENNINGS
Aug 19—6 m ISAIAH PURSE. /
qLTo £fo
< WAREHOUSE AND COMMISSION MERCHANT,
AUGUSTA, GEORGIA,
undersigned, thankful for the liberal j>a-
J- tronage extended to him for a series of years, would
inform his friends and the public that he will continue
at hie same well known Brick Warehouse on Campbell
etreet, near Bones, Brown & Co’s. Hardware House,
where, by strict personal attention to all business en
trusted to .hie care, he hopes he will receive a share of
the pubuc patronage.
Cash Advance*, Bagging, Rope and Family Supplier,
>vill be forwarded to eaetsmera as heretofore, when de
sired. [Augusta, G*. Aug 19-6 m
CANDIDATES FOR OFFICE.
GJ ARRETT WOODHAM offers himself to the
* voters of Greene county, for the office of Tax Re
ceiver, at the election in January next.
jOHN 11. SNELLINGS offers himself to the vo
** ters of Greene county, es a candidate for the office
of Tax Collector, at the election in January next.
NM. JONES offers himself to the voters of
• Greene county, as a candidate for the office of
Tax Collector, at the election in January next.
HENRY WEAVER offers himself to the voters
of Greene county, as a candidate for the office of
Tax Receiver, at the election in January next.
WE are authorized to announce the name of
JOEL C. BARNETT,Esq. ofMndison, Ga. as.
candidate for Solicitor General of the Ocmulgee Circuit,
nt the first Monday in January next.
GREENE COUNTY LEGAL NOTICES.
” GREENE SHERIFF’S SALES.
WILL be sold before the court house door in the city of Greenes
boro, on the FIRST TUESDAY in NOVEMBER next, within the
legal hours of sale, the following property, to-wit:
One house and lot in the village of Pcnfield, whereon
B. E. Spencer now lives ; also, a negro woman named
Mary, about forty years old ; also, one pair counter
scales: Levied on as the property of B. E. Spencer, to
satisfy a fifa from the Superior Court, in favor of C. C.
Norton vs B. E. Spencer and Joseph H. English.
Also, at the same time and place, 6 cane bottom
chairs, 6 Windsor chairs, 1 bureau, 4 chests, 2 beds,
bedstead and furniture, 1 wardrobe, I carpet and 1 clock:
Levied on as the property of B. E. Spencer, to satisfy a
fifa from Greene Superior Court, in favor of Scranton,
Seymour & Cos. vs B. E. Spencer and Henry English.
Property pointed out by Henry English.
Also, at the same time and place, one negro boy
named Jim, about 22 years old: Levied on as the prop
erty of Henry English, to satisfy two fi fas from Supe
rior Court of said county, one in favor of Scranton, Sey
mour & Cos. vs B. E. Spencer and Henry English, and
one in tavor of Scranton, Kolb & Cos. vs saia Spencer
and English. I. MORRISON, Sheriff.
Sept 30, 1858
AI-SO, AT THE SAME TIME AND PEACE,
Two hundred acres ofland, more or less, whereon R. A.
Newsom now lives, adjoining Dr. B. F. Carlton, P. W.
Printup and others ; also, two negroes, one a man named
Ned, about 55 years old, dark complexion, and a negro
woman named Martha, about forty-five years old, ot
dark complexion: Levied on as the property of Richard
A. Newsom, to satisfy sundry fi fas from Greene Su
perior and Inferior Courts, in favor of James W. As
bury, and oilier fi fas in my hands vs Richard A. New
som. * C. C. NORTON, D. 8.
Sept 30, 1858
ADMINISTRATOR’S SALE.—WiII be sold be
fore the Court-house door in Atlanta, Fiilton co.
originally Henry, on the first Tuesday in December
next, two hundred and two and a half acres of land, No.
209, adjoining the lands ofW. C. Alsabrook and others;
said land sold as part of the estate of Martin Woodall,
deceased, and sold under an order of the Court of Ordi
nary of Taliaferro county. ’Perms on the day of Bale.
JOHNSON WOODALL,)
SINGLETON HARRIS, J Aam rß ‘
Oct. 11—40d
ADMINISTRATOR’S SALE.—WiII be sold
before the court-house door in Grcenesboro, Greeno
county, on the first Tuesday ih December next, within
the legal hours of sale, and in accordance with an order
of the Court of Ordinary for said county, One Hundred
and Ten Acres of Land, more or less, lying on the wa
ters of Ogeechec, adjoining lands of George S. Tunnel,
I. A. Williams and others. Sold as the property of
Joseph Grimes, deceased, for the benefit of the heirs of
said deceased. Terms on the day of sale.
ISAAC A. WILLIAMS, Adm’r
Oct 11, 1858 de bonis non.
K PLURIBUS UNUM.
Georgia Merchants!
GENERAL NOTICE*
FA L LAND W I NT E R TRAD E, 1858!
THE subscriber wanting a good situation in
some established house, with means and facilities,
to carry on business, and pay a salary from six to twelve
hundred dollars per annum, will receive any offers. He
has from 12 to 13 years’ experience as salesman and
bookkeeper in the following places: Pcnfield, Greenes
boro, Madison, Albany and Augusta. Any letters, to
receive attention, must state the kind of business, place,
and also salary that can he paid.
Grcenesboro, Oct 14, 1858-4 t W, S. BAGBY.
John K. Leak, A. B. Pres’t.
THE next Term of this Institution will open on
the Ist Wednesday in January, 1859, with a full
and able Faculty, for the reception of Students, both j
male and female. We have a commodious building, j
and the society, water and healthfulness of the locality i
are unsurpassed in the State. The course of study is
thorough and extensive in both departments, including
all branches taught in the Male and Female Colleges.
Board $8 per month —Tuition reasonable. We can
and will make it to the interest of all who patronise the
Institution. Si udenls will come by railroad to New
nan, Ga. thenre by private conveyance to Carrollton.
For further particulars address John K. Leak, Car
rollton. Ga. W. W. MERRELL, W. M.
J. T. MEADOR, S. W.
Oct 14-tey B. M LONG. J. W.
SELLING OFF AT COST!
The subscriber, with a view to closing his busi
ness, is now offering his entire stock of mer
chandise at cost. Any one in want of a bargain, ei
ther in Dry Goods, Dress Goods, Ready-made Cloth
ing, Hats, Caps, Boots, Shoes, Drugs, Medicines, Crock
ery, Hollow and Willow Wares, &.e., &.C., will do well
to call and examine my Stock, before purchasing-
Penfield, Aug. 5 WM. B. SEALS.
THE GEORGIA TEMPERANCE CRUSADER
offers greater inducements to advertisers,
wc verily believe, than any paper of'the same circula
tion, and that is scarcely exceeded in Georgia.
Elevation by Humility.—ln the evening of
the day that Sir Eai’dly Wilmot kissed the hand
of his Majesty, on being appointed Chief Justice,
one of his sons, a youth of seventeen, attended
him to his bed-side. “ Now,” said he, “my son,
I will tell you a secret worth your knowing and
remembering. The elevation I have met with
in life, particularly this last instance of it, has not
been owing to my superior merit or abilities, but
to my humility ; to my not having set up myself
above others ; and to a uniform endeavor to pass
through life void of oftence towards God and
man.”
Hell.—A scoffer asked, “Where is hell ?” A
Christian wisely answered, “Anywhere outside of
Heaven.”
—
A knitting machine has just been invented
j by a genius in Senoca county, N. Y., and it is
; claimed that it will knit a perfect stocking in five
j minutes.
may always distinguish an English
man by two things; his trousers and his gait.
The first never hits him, and he always walks as
if he was an hour behind time.
EPW’Lost. on Saturday last, but the loser does
I know where —an empty sack bag, with a eheese
!in it. On thesack the letters “P. G are marked
! but so completely worn out as not to be legible.
jggTA divine informed it sailor that the devil
| was chained up.
“How long is the rope?”
“Oh,” was the dignified reply, “it extends over
the world.”
“Does it?” rejoined jack; “if so, the lubber
might as well be lose.”
J3F"The man who dont take a paper wants to
know if Gen. Scott was killed at the battle of
W aterloo.
*. * 1 ‘U*"” *
THE ADOPTED ORGAN OF ALL THE TEMPERANCE ORGANIZATIONS IN THE STATE.
PENFIELD, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 21, 185 8.
BY MRS. M. E. BRYAN.
THE fuMET.
BY MARY R. BRYAN.
Earth and Heaven yield up their mysteries
To the strong will of Science ; her bold hand
Unlocked the ponderous granite doors that lead
Down into Earth’s vast halls of teeming wealth,
Where, on the walls, hang pictures of the past,
Bearing the dates of those long centuries—
Those nameless ages ere the foot of man
Had trod above the sepulchre of years.
Long were they meaningless—those pictures strange —
But Science turned on them her piercing eye,
And read the hieroglyphic records.
She,
More daring, spurned the bounds of Earth, and soared
Beyond the eagle’s flight, and walked amid
The starry host of Heaven—the upper arch,
The blue, broad volume of the sky has grown
Familiar unto men, since they have knelt
At Galileo’s feet and conned with him
The glittering alphabet of God, wherein
He writes his mighty thoughts in worlds of fire.
Each age has its Columbus, that aloft
In midnight watches upon lonely heights,
Finds some new world, lighting its feeble lamp
Far down the corrider of distant space;
And telescopic aid has shown us suns
And circling systems, with fair maiden moons.
While, with the radiant planetary orbs that hang,
Like to a golden rosary, round the neck
Os our fair Sun, Science has bade the Earth
Claim sisterhood and likeness. She has thrown
Aside their veils of light, and led them forth
As worlds like ours, with mountains, plains and seas.
All this has Science done, and more ; and yet,
Yon wandering thing oi light—yon strange, winged star
That men call Comet, rushing on through space,
Outspeeds the power of Science! What may be
Its nature and its use, and whence it goes,
She cannot tell; her votaries watch with awe
Its fiery pathway ’mong the stars, and point
Their hundred telescopes at the swift orb.
But all in vain ; it rushes on and on,
As though pursued by fate.
Weak hearts grow faint
Gazing upon the vision ; and in other days,
’Twae deemed the flaming scourge of God—the hand
Os outraged Justice, that, Belshazzar like,
Wrote words of doom upon the walls of Heaven.
Its broad white pinion, paling all the stars,
Seemed to the guilty souls the unfurled wing
Os the avenging angel sweeping down.
Look on it! as it lights, with its red glow,
The chambers of the West, distinct and lone
In all its mystic beauty, from the stars,
With whom it claims no fellowship nor kin.
A brighter flame illumes its lengthening train,
As speeding on to reach its goal, the Sun,
It nears its perihelion, reckless all,
What planets may impede its onward course.
Look on it! look and vainly speculate,
And muse and wonder what this star may be.
Ask of dumb Science; question of your seul;
Ask thus, and vainly.
Oh! mysterious orb,
Lone wanderer ’mong the starry isles of space,
Whence goest thou, and what thy mission strange;
And what art thou, thou wild erratic orb,
And wherefore mov’st thou thus unequally,
In thy eccentric orbit, creeping now
Slowly upon the system’s utmost verge,
Where the Sun’s light falls wan and cold and faint
As winter moonlight on new fallen snow;
Now sweeping madly sunward, with a cloud
Os trailing glory following in thy wake,
Aglow with heat, and riding daringly
Beneath the scorching sun of the fierce God,
Around whose central throne the planets wheel ?
Oh ! what may be thy nature? Art thou not
A cursed orb, vengeance-winged, and doomed
To wander purposeless through space for aye?
Or art thou that abode so dark and dread
Which God has faintly shadowed in his word—
The prison of the damned ? Oh! are they not
Those lost and howling spirits, ever hurled
Through oil the fierce extremes of heat and cold—
Their moving Tophet driven by devils on,
And like to blood hounds, haying in their car
Dispair and immortality of woe ?
Say, do they stretch their wasted hands and shriek
But for one cooling draught—one friendly shade,
When ail the burning soiar darts arc launched
On their defenseless heads, while to the Sun,
Like a mad, living thing, the Comet leaps ?
Or lie, bound in a frozen chain, with cold
Tearing the heart-strings, like a vulture starved,
While at his far aphelion creeps their hell ?
Or, mystic Comet, art thou not that arm,
That red, right arm of wrath fated to sweep
Our planet from her sisterhood of light,
And hurl her to destruction? Is that arm
Uplift and threat’ning, waiting God’s command
To ’whelm the Earth and pigmy manjin death (
Thy red hand shaketh warningly; thy train
Trembles and undulates in all its length,
Like to a fiery serpent, but there comes
No answer quivering through tho silence down
Unto the listening soul; and now thou sink’st
Behind the dark edge of the stirless wood,
Like a flamingo dropping to her nest,
And silence bends and kisses Earth to sleep,
While the awed spirit kneels and looks to Ilcavcn,
And mutely worships Him whose mighty hand
Launched this dread mystery through the realms of space,
FLOWERS AS TEACHERS.
THE faint fragrance of tea roses and the aro
matic odor of the night jasmine floats into the
room with every breath of the soft wind that
sways the curtains, and I yield to the sweet influ
ence, and my thoughts turn away from abstruse
themes and hover, like bees and butterflies,
around the fair, sweet flowers—the jewels of na
ture ; the “alphabet of angels;” the foot-prints
of seraphs, when they walked the hills of earth
in the golden age. i
Not only are they in form and color the embo
diment of all that poets may dream of grace and
beauty, but they have a higher signification — a
holier mission, than merely to please the eye by
their loveliness, ‘i hey are silent, but eloquent
teachers. On the folded and delicate leaves of
flowers are written lessons of truth and morality
that pure-minded children, and all who have not
lost their faith in God and nature, may read and
comprehend. N
In the great library of nature, where the stu
dent may find
“Tongues in the running brooks.
Sermons in stones and truth in everything,”
flowers are the dainty volumes of poetry in vari
colored bindings, and to poets is given the pleas
ing task of translating their silent language, and
setting it to the music of words. Hope, humility,
trustfulness, modesty, contentment, gratitude,
forgiveness and all the sweet faiths and virtues of
life, find in flowers their fittest emblemß and
sweetest exponents.
Surely there can be no pleasanter task than to
read such gentle teachings on the perfumed and
tinted leaves of books like these; to see purity
traced in veins of silver on the white leaf of the
lily ; meekness in the tearful, blue eye of the vio
f let; to learn the attractiveness of virtue from the
fragrant azalia, round which the butterflies and
“ wee Winged things” hover lingeringly; the
beauty of forgiveness from the thyme that, when
traMjj&ed on, yields only fragrance in return, and
“the gtrength of faith and courage from the brave
littl| crocus that lifts its golden head trustingly
through the snows, and smiles in the very face of
winter.
The rose blooms and withers to convey the
moral that—“ Things most heavenly are the
fleetest;” and the cereus and night jasmine, that
reserve their beauty and their perfume for the
’night alone, are like real friends and real reli
gion—that are truest and most consoling in life’s
hours of darkness—in the soul’s dreary night
tune of sorrew.
There is an atmosphere of purity and goodness
around flowers and those who breathe this air,
and who live much amid these gentle things, as
florists and gardeners cannot be troubled with evil
thoughts or corroding sorrows.
The very presence of flowers suggests chaste
and beautiful images. A handful of wild violets
brought to you by a child, fresh from its wood
land rambles; arose on the bosom of a young
maiden—what pleasant remembrances and what
ideas of innocence and modesty they awaken.
The German poets, with their subtle spirituality,
perceived this refining influence of flowers and,
in their fanciful manner, linked it to the beauti
ful superstition, that evil genii shrank abashed
from the gentle spirits that guarded tho flowers,
and they bade their fair-haired maidens wear
them as talismans.
“A flower do but place near your window glass,
And through it no image of evil can pass.
Abroad must thou go, on thy white boson wear
A nosegay, and trust me, an angel is there.”
The purest minded girl I ever knew, wore
white lilies always in her soft, brown hair. She
loved them, for her chaste spirit claimed kindred
with their stainlessness.
Ever since the birth of song, poets have drawn
their purest and sweetest inspiration from flowers.
In India, the cradle of the infant Muse, long ere
she had been baptized with blood by the blind
bard of Chios, the dreamy Hindoo poets made
friendships with flowers, loved them and talked
to them as human creatures. “Sakoontala,” the
Hindoo bride, on leaving her home to search for
her faithless husband, kisses with falling tears
the sun-warm lips of the rose and the dew-damp
jasmines she had planted, and apostrophized
them in words of fraternal tenderness, telling
them that
“ Oft, when she would fain have decked her hair
With your thick clustering blossoms; in her love,
She robbed you not of e’en a single flower.
Her highest joy was ever to behold
The early glory of your opening buds.
Oh! then dismiss her with a kind farewell.”
Nor were flowers unsung by classic bards. True,
they could not flourish in the sulphurous atmos
phere of Homer’s verse, but their fragrance
bea ed thro gh the idyls of Theocritus, and
gave a moonligul mellowness to Virgil’s song.
The early English poets, too, hung garlands on
their simple lyres. Tht poetry of Chaucer and
Spenser has all the dewy freshness and fragrance
of wild flowers about it, and there were others to
follow in the footsteps they left in the sweet
meadow lands of poesy. But a corrupt and arti
ficial age (the reign of the “ merry monarch” and
his Circean Restoration) soon succeeded, and
the Muse was lured away from her innocent la
bors and degraded into satirizing virtue, and
throwing a charmed veil over vice and immoral
ity. The wild harp of Chaucer, that had hung
on blossom tng sprays and gave out its Eolian mel
odies to tl e breathings of nature, was snatched
away by profane hands, and in the whited sepul
chres of palace halls, lent its music for court pro
fligates to dance by. In an atmosphere so tain
ted, no flowers ot feeling or of fancy could blos
som. It was Burns who first found that poesy
had gone estray from her mother nature and
bade her retrace her steps, and setting down at
the feet of Cliaucei and his darling daisy, learn
how much of wisdom and poetry are folded up,
like dew gems, in the cup of a flower.
It was the precursor of anew era in poetry.
The harp, that had been so long muffled by the
silken meshes of courtly policy, was unbound by
bolder hands, and rungout its music triumphantly.
True, Byron, the mighty and unapproachable in
tellect, walking the lonely heights of genius, with
the clouds of misanthropy about lii3 brow, and
the lightnings of passion playing around his head,
stooped not to look for the sweet wayside flowers
that blossomed by his path; and had he deigned
to pluck them, they would have withered at his
feverish touch. Pope, at once cynic and syco
phant, found no flowers in the dusty thorough
fares of the city he loved, or in the reeking at
mospheres of club rooms. In the tinsel wreath
of satire and musty learning which he wove, there
was no place for violets and pansies. Thompson
was an exquisite word painter—the Claude Lor
raine of poetry —and he painted floweis with all
his richness of coloring and delicacy of touch.
The red of carnations and the gold powdered
scarlet of tulips blossomed out in bis verse; but
he was only a mechanical artist. He saw no far
ther than the surface; he recognised no deep,
soul beauty in the flowers he described; he did
not love them for some peculiar charm—subtle
and indescribable as their own fragrance.
Moore came but little nearer this poetic and
spiritual feeling. Voluptuary that ho was, a
flower was to him not only a thing of beauty, but
a joy fore\ er. He dipped the roses of cashmere
in the sparkling wine of his song, and placed
them in the braids and upon the bosoms of his
Circassian maids; but they had for him no
deeper meaning. They taught him no other les
sons than those of love, of beauty and of sensual
delight. Keats laid himself down among the
sweet wild English flowers, and, closing his sen
ses to all discordant sights and sounds, inhaled
their fresh breath and dreamed of elyaium. The
great heart of the gentle Cowper, the sorrowing
soul of Mrs. Hemans and the wronged and sensi
tive spirit of Shelly, sick of the world’s falsehood
and goaded by its injustice and unfeeling scorn,
turned for friendship and sympathy to the sweet
and silent flowers—white Wordsworth made
friends of these wildlings of nature, called them
by the tenderest of poets’ pet names, and lav
ished on them all the love of his child heart.
And thus in every age have flowers lent their
beauty to the garland woven for the harp of po
esy ; and theirs has been a nobler office still.
They have been laid upon the very altar of tho
holy of holies; they have borne ■messages from
God himself. In the book of inspiration; flowers
breathe their incense from the pages of the Can
ticles and Psalms, and soften the majesty of Isai
ah’s prophesies, while the very names of ama
ranth and asphodel bring visions of paradise.
Flowers, too, are hung, a wreath part fresh,
part faded, upon the cross of Christ. Lilies are
consecrated forever by being linked with the Sa
viour’s memory; the holy—the “ bush with the
bleeding breast”—symbolizes his sufferings; and
the passion flow* r, that tradition tells us appeared
not until after the day of the crucifixion, has
been made, as it were, a miniature picture of that
sublime sacrifice, and blooms everywhere—a con
stant reminder of the passion and death of the
Messiah. The Jesuits found it ;n the New World
when they came to plant the cross in its wilds,
and used it in illustrating, to the crowd of dusky
natives, the story of the expiation and redemp
tion. _____ M'E‘B
gTTo all men, and at all times, the best friend
is virtue, and the best companions are high en
deavors and honorable sentiments.
fairies.
FROM flowers the transition is very easy and
natural to fairies—those souls of -flowers:
those bright creations of the poet’s brain ; tlie
that people his dreamland, born,
like the blossoms of breeze and dew, and made
for nothing but music, moonlight, love and joy.
Now, they live only in song, and in nursery
tales and rhymes; but it was not always thus. A
century or twp ago, fairies were deemed veritable
realities, and many an honest peasant would have
marveled at an irreverent disbelief in their exis
tence, and pointed to the circle on the green,
worn by their dancing feet, to prove it. Shep
herds and herdsmen, watching their folds at mid
night, saw them dancing on the daisied sward,
“ Looking as though earth’s loveliest things,
The brilliants and blossoms, had taken wings;”
and belated travelers were led astray by their will
o’ the wisp torches and the tinkle of their tiny
silver bells.
In the merry
“ Land o’ cakes and brither Scots,”
which has given birth to so many poetical super
stitions, “ the fairy folk” are divided into three
classes: the “greenwood elves,” whose abodes
were away from haunts of men, the domestic fai
ries and the Brownies, or dwarfmen, who inhab
ited desolate fens and moorlands.
The first were tho most dainty and delicate
of A.riels, with gossamer wings and brilliant attire,
addicted to riding on moonbeams ; yoking dragon
flies to their tiny chariots; rocking themselves in
lily cups; supping on the honey dew of daisies and
jasmines, and holding their midnight revels
wherever there were flowers, moonlight and vio
let-bordered turf for their sandalless feet.
Spenser gives us exquisite pictures of fairy life
in his well known poem; and Shakspeare, in his
fanciful mid-summer night’s dream, introduces
us to Titiania and Oberon and the whole fairy
court, and removes the impression, that these lit
tle beings of breeze and beam are creatures of
idleness, by making one of the queen's train of
courtiers declare, in rhyme:
“I serve the fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be,
In their gold coats spots you see—
Those be rubies— fairy favors
In those freckles live their savors.
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s car.”
The domestic fairies are lessetherial than their
rural kindred, and more social in their propensi
ties. They haunt country farm-houses and rustic
villages, and if we may believe old traditions,
made themselves quite useful in household handi
work ; as skimming milk, sweeping rooms, churn
ing butter and curdling cheese. But they were
quite exacting, and demanded a reward for their
pains, and propitiary gifts to retain their capri
cious favor. These the good house wives seldom
failed to give, and the bowl of sweet curds and
cream was nightly set in the entry, and, as it was
always gone in the morning, the simple souls con
cluded that the fairies had good appetites—not
remembering that cats and rats had the same.
The chief, and most mischievous of these do
mestic sprites, were Robin Goodfellow, familiarly
called ruck, and Sisse, the dairymaid elf. Shak
speare thus describes the roguish and frolicsome
Puck:
“ Either I mistake your shape and making quite,
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite
Called Robin Goodfellow. Arc you not iie
That fright the maidens of the villagery,
Skim milk, and sometimes labor in the quern,
And bootless make the breathless housewife churn,
And sometime make the drink to bear no balm;
Mislead night wanderers, laughing at their harm ?
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck —
You do their work, and they shall have good luck.”
Reginald Scott, in his “Discovery of Witch
craft,” says of Robin : “ Your grandam’s maids
were wont to set a bowl of milk for him, for his
pains in grinding malt and mustard and sweep
ing the house at midnight. This white bread
and milk w r as his standing fee.”
But if the night’s repast was not duly set for
Robin, the friar, and Sisse, the dairy maid, why
then everything went wrong next day. “The
pottage was burnt in the pot, or the cheeses would
not curdle, or the butter would not come, or the
ale in the vat never would have good head.”
Brownies were a pigmy race that inhabited the
waste moorlands and private heaths, and were
more malicious in their dispositions and less hu
mane towards mortals than other fairies. They
possessed the power of the “ evil eye,” and also
of transforming themselves and others, and of
granting marvelous gifts to persons who sought
them, but with certain mysterious conditions ap
pended. They had not the grace and beauty of
the other, more etherial spirits, but were stout
and thickly formed, with a deal of strength and
with short, red hair and piercing eyes.
In Scotch ballads, frequent mention is made
of Brownies, who were supposed to have power
over all individuals not “christened” by priestly
hands. Indeed, the highlands were the dwelling
place of Brownies until, according to the legend,
they fled, dismayed at the prayers of the brave
“ Lady of the woods,”
“ And some flew East, and some flew West,
And some to the northward flew.”
But Fairies are quite out of fashion now, and
our nursery Masters and Misses, scarcely out of
long clothes, are quite too wise to believe in their
existence.
The days of good, old-fashioned grandmothers
in spectacles and checked aprons, that were wont
to set around the cheery fire on winter’s nights
and tell stories of “ Moll o’ the Marsh,” the “Gob
lin o’ Glendside” and “ Cinderilla” to little heads
lying in their laps, are, alas! no more.
Little five year’s old Misses, who wear hoops
and play pianos, think it was in very bad taste
for fairies to go draggling up their skirts by dan
cing in the dew, and fancy tho pictures in the
story-books might be improved by putting panta
letss on the sliort-frocked feminine faires.
And from the pages of poetry, fairies are fading
like a dream. It is a beautiful and innocent su
perstition, and it is almost to bo regretted that it
cannot find a place in this hard and practical age.
It has given the sweetest flowers for the garland
of song, and gemmed tho gossamer woof of litera
ture with the pearls of fancy, as the early dew
strings the delicate web spread upon the hawthorn
with diamond drops. Alas 1 that, like these
beads of dew—those sparkling gems of fancy,
must fade before the risen sun of enlightenment
—thftt glorious sun, so loudly vaunted, yet, which,
after all, seems to have risen but to show us how
poor we are in all that makes life rich and beau
tiful and happy.
It has been a debated question, whether mod
erns have improved poetry by removing from her
face its veil of superstition; but a comparison of
the poets of the present age with those of a few
centuries back, will leave a negative decision in
the minds of the readers. The poetry of the
present, sprinkled, with the tear* o sentiment
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and the blood of passion, wants the dewy fresh
ness—the. simple sweetness and heart-home di-
I’eclness of old time song. Poetry sweeps through
the heart of our nineteenth century in a broader,
mightier current, with a breadth of learning’s
sunlight upon it, and we admire its strength and
boldness: but it has too much the appearance of
a stream to turn machinery, and in its voice we
catch the roar of stream and the metallic clinic
ot iron. Store beautiful and more full of the ele
ments of poetry—mystery and romance—is the
deep st ream ot old-time literature, gliding among
giej ruins, and sounding through mossy fissures,
dui k with the overhanging foliage of superstition.
WINTER AMUSEMENTS.
WITH the coming winter, the “ birds of pas
sage” vacate springs and sea-side and coun
try resorts, return homo and look about them for
amusements wherewith to beguile the long win
ter evenings. Parties, balls and soirees, which the
invited attend to display their white vests and
tiers of flounces ; to criticise each other’s appear
ance, simper and talk nonsense, or polk and waltz
themselves into a perspiration, are great bores,
stale as the cheese at a third-rate boarding house,
and forsworn by all sensible people, though they
may sometimes serve the purpose of beguiling a
lagging hour. But it is better to improve, than
to kill Time, and the most effectual way of p ro
moting both the morality and intelligenc of
communities, is by providing the people with ;>ro
per entertainments. It is natural that the young
should wish to be amused. Let them, then, be
furnished with recreations at once innocent and
interesting.
In place of puppet shows, jugglery exhibitions,
circuses, dances of monkeys (both human and
bestial) and endless parties, where the partici
pants learn each other’s dresses and string of small
talk by heart: in place of these, let the lecture
rooms be thrown open, and at half the expense
attendant upon the getting up of balls, engage
an intelligent speaker to lecture on all subjects
—grave, humorous, literary—(all but political.)
Or, in all probability, there are talented young
lawyers in every town and village that would be
glad of an opportunity to advertise their abilities
gratis, if solicited, and thus, at the same time, im
prove both themselves and their audience. In
such entertainments there are pleasure and pro
fit; for aside from the benefit of the lecture,
young ladi6s have there an opportunity cf dis
playing their beaux and their opera cloaks ; lov
ers the felicity of feelig Ann Maria’s hand upon
their coat sleeves during the walk to the lecture
room and the prolonged return ; critics the hap
piness of faultfinding, and elderly persons the
pleasure of a little after chat, if desired.
Then there are private readings which awaken
an interest in literature and (provided the books
are well selected) elevate the standard of taste,
so often lowered by the perusal of a cov
ered literature.”
It is better to laugh at the caustic sarcasm of
Thackeray, or the rollicking wit of Charles Lever,
than at the buffoonery of a clown, or the tricks
of a trained babboon ; better to let Tennyson’s
pure thoughts drop like peals into the heart, than
to listen to the whispered nothings of a brainless
moustache; better to grow sad over Shelly, than
try to look sentimental, when the painted prima
donna of some dirty traveling troup sings “Annie
Laurie,” in short petticoats and with a sidelong
leer at the men ; hotter, in brief, to treat Time,
that great enemy of the young, like a gentleman,
than to poison him with a pill of gossip and non
sense, or kick him out of consciousness with the
slides of flic Mazouvka, or the ambitious leaps of
the Polka. M. E. B.
-ANSWER TO THE TREASURED ROSE-DUD.
Inscribed to E. T. of Jefferson. Ga.
BY
Thou hast embalmed my rose-bud
In the amber of thy song,
And unto thee, my errant bard,
My votive thanks belong.
I had not deemed the flower
My fingers had but pressed,
Would be so deatly cherished,
Or win a fate so blest.
I only hoped the magic
Its gentle fragrance weaves,
Alight touch thy heart one momen
And speak from its pale leaves,
And whisper in my absence
One little thought of me,
Dike the faint and far-off music
That trembles o’er the sea.
But thou hast placed my offering
On the brow of thy young muse,
And bathed its withered petals
In the balm of Hermon’s dews.
And touchingly thou singest
Os the blight misfortunes bring—
The wailing of the lonely heart
That droops ’neath sorrow’s wing.
Aye, on the youthful spirit
Earth’s blight untimely falls,
And for the vanished hopes of years
Sad memory vainly calls.
And oft the spirit fainteth
In the dark and toilsome way,
And pineth for the dawning
Ot the eternal day.
But Love and Hope are faithful,
And their white hands they give,
To lead the wandering footsteps,
And bid the spirit live.
So, think when e’er thou grievest,
One heart shall feel for thee—
One memory tollow like a shade,
Where e’er thy home may be.
Flowers fade at close of summer;
Dreams pass at break of day;
Stars veil themselves in storm-clouds,
Or fade at morning’s ray.
But'sti/ friendship shall not wither;
An amaranth it will be.
And when the rose-bud lies in dust,
’Twill still be fresh for thee.
Jefferson, Ga.
A knowledge of domestic duties is beyond all
price to a woman. Every one of the sex ought
to know how to sew, and knit, and mend, and
cook, and superintend a household. In every
situation of life, high or low, this sort of knowl
edge is of great advantage. There is no necessity
that the gaining of such information should inter
fere with intellectual acquirement, or even ele
gant accomplishment. A well-regulated mind
can find time to attend to all. When a girl is
nine or ten years old, she should be accustomed
to take some regular share in household duties,
and to feel responsible for the manner in which
her part is performed—such as her own mending,
washing the cups and “putting them in place,
cleaning silver, or dusting and arranging tte par
lor. This should not be done occasionally, and
neglected she finds it convenient —she
should consider it her department. When older
than twelve, girls should begin to take turns in
superintending.the household—makingpuddings,
pies, cakes, &c. To learn effectually, they should
actually do these things themselves, and not stand
by and see others do them. Many a husband klk
been ruined for want of these domestic qualities
in a wife, and many a husband has been saved
from ruin by his wife being able to manage well
the household coneera*.