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■<||§c JHeargia <H empmuicf 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 EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. VOL. XXIV. NUMBER 41 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*.