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JOHN H. SEALS,
NEW SERIES, VOLUME 111.
GEOBGIAO
TEMPERANCE CRUSADER.
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Sale of Land or Negroes, by Administrators, Ex
ecutors and Guardians, per square, 5 00
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ecutors and Guardians, per square, 3 25
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Citation for Letters of Administration, 2 75
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Legal Requirements:
Sales ol Land and Negroes by Administrators, Exec
utors or Guardians, are required, by law, to beJield 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 —lor compelling titles from Ex*
ecutors or Administrators, where a bond has been issued
by the deceased, thefull space of three months.
Publications will always be continued according
to these, the legal requirements, unless otherwise or
dered.
o7kc G'fttoincij and ‘Sf'tiecfciy, i
KING & LEWIS, Attorneys at Law, Greenes
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- 1
ness and efficiency which long experience, united with
industry, can secure. Offices at Greenesboro and five
miles west of White Plains, Greene county, Ga.
Y. F. KINO. 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.
Reference— Thos. R. R. Cobb, Athens, Ga.
June 14 ly
ROGER I*. WHIGHAM, Louisville, Jef
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 ts
LEONARD T. DOYAL, Attorney at Law,
McDonough, Henry county, Ga. will practice Law
in the following counties: Henry, Spaulding, Butts,
Newton, Fayette, Fulton, DeKalb, Pike and Monroe.
Feb 2-4
DJI. SANDERS, Attorney at Law, 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
TAMES BROWN, Attorney at Law, Fancy
Hill, Murray Cos. Ga. April 30, 1857.
SIBLEY, BOGGS & CO.
—WHOLESALE AND RETAIL HEALERS IN—
Choice Family Groceries, Cigars, &c.
276 Broad Street, Augusta, Georgia.
Feb 18, ISSB 1’
ML Wo
Warehouse & Commission Merchant,
AUGUSTA,’ GA.
frT ‘—/CONTINUES the business in all its
<> HH Yy’ branches,'in his large and commodi-
Jg£||||||si||r ous Fire-Proof Warehouse, on Jackson
street, near the Globe Hotel.
Orders for Goods, &c. promptly and caretully filled.
The usual cash facilities afforded customers.
July 22 6m*
’ TOM AIMS ‘
Warehouse & Commission Merchants,
AUGUSTA, GA.
gssf TT A VING entered into a co-part-
<> jpaH-LJ-ship 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; ajso orders for
Bagging, Rope and family supplies. Their strict, per
sonal attention wHI be given to the business.
All the facilities duo from factors to patrons shall be
granted with a liberal hand. ‘ __
B ISAAC T. HEARD,
WM. C. DERRY.
July 22d,
~ - maai” & ifcawwsT ”
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. BEES. [Aug 12] SAM L D. LINTON.
POULLAIN, JENNINGS ft 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 streetß,
<o'receive on storage all consignments made them.
Liberal cash advances made on Produce in store,
when requested. ANTOINE POULLAIN,
THOMAS J. JENNINGS,
Aug 19—6 m ISAIAH PURSE.
< WAREHOUSE AND COMMISSION MERCHANT,
* AUGUSTA, GEORGIA.
THE undersigned, thankful for the liberal pa-
J- tronaga extended to him for a series of years, would
■inform his friends and the public that he will continue
at his same well known Brick Warehouse on Campbell
street, near Bones, Brown &, Co’s. Hardware House,
where, by strict personal attention to all business en
trusted to his care, he hopes he will receive a share of
the public patronage.
Gash Advances, Bagging, Rope and Family Supplies,
•will be forwarded to customers as heretofore, when de
[Augusta, Ga. Aug 19-6 m
CANDIDATES FOR OFFICE.
/UJ.ARRETT WOODIIAM offers himself to the
_ voters of Greene county, lor the office of Tux Re
ceiver, at the election in January next.
jOIIN 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.
M. JONES offers himself to the voters of
’ * Greene county, as a candidate for the office of
‘Fax 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. of Madison, Ga. as
candidate for Solicitor General of the Ocmulgec Circuit,
n n the first Monday in January next.
BC. ALFRJENI) offers himself to the voters
* of Greene county for the office of Tax Collector,
at the election in January next.
A Good Opening !!
T OFFER FOR SALE MY STORE-HOUSE,
J- situated on the corner of Main and Mill streets.
The house is a brick one, 26 oy 50 feet, and two stories
high, with an excellent cellar.
The purchaser would be expected to take a small stock
of well selected and saleable goods, consisting of a gen
eral variety of such articles as are usually kept in an
up-country store.
Any one with a small capital and wishing to engage
in the mercantile business, will find this an excellent
stand. Penfield is a healthy and pleasant
only two stores, and the amount of trade done here will
always guarantee a good business to both. My terms
will be very accommodating, and possession given at
any time desired. Early applications are invited from
those who may wish to purchase.
Penfield, Oct 28, 1858 W. B. SEALS.
£LS3 OIi2.CS* c Q?iiUU52<3&
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EATING and drinking being abouthalf a man’s
living, Barnwell & Neeson are determined on doing
all they can to prevent suffering. To this end they
have purchased and are now receiving quite a variety
of “good things” at Tarwater’s old stand in the Post
Office building, where they invite “all hands” to call
and see them. FRESH FAMILY GROCERIES and
CONFECTIONARIES, including the usuql variety of
“notions” and “knick-nacks,” will constantly be found
on sale. For a small advance on first cost, they would
be much pleased to furnish the families of Penfield and
vicinity with their supplies of Groceries.
will be kept during the season.
And as they have no special fancy for book-keeping
or talent for collecting, the C A S H will be invariably
required. [Oct 28, 1858]
Bowdon Collegiate Institution,
BOWDON, CARROLL CO. GA.
ciiAs. a. McDaniel, a. m.
Prof. Ancient Languages, Moral Science and Elocution. (
JNO. M. RICHARDSON, B. S.
Military Instructor, Prof. Mathematics, Engineering,&.c. \
-•♦• —i
rpIIE SPRING TERM OF 1859, will open on 2d ,
I Wednesday in January, and close on Wednesday
after Ist Sunday in July. (
The course of this Institution is thorough, including j
the various English branches, the Latin, Greek and (
French languages, pure and mixed Mathematics.
Particular attention is called to the Mathematical and I
Engineering Department. Ample facilities are offered
in the way of Surveying and Engineering Instruments
and Philosophical Apparatus. 1
In order to cultivate the physical man, as well as the ,
moral and intellectual, a Miliwry Department has been
organized. The State has furnished the Institution 1
with arms, and the company is drilled from three to five i
times per week.
Bowdon is remarkable lor its good health, pure air
and excellent water. A healthy, moral tone pervades
the entire community. No temptations to extravagance
are found. Eight dollars per month is the usual price
for board, room rent, washing and fuel. Students of
industry, application and good moral habits, are the only
ones desired in this school. No others can remain.
For any other information address cither ol the above.
Students from a distance will take the rail road to
Newnan, thence by private conveyance, or stage, to
Bowdon. Oct 28, 1858 —4m
E PIiUUIBUS UNUM.
Georgia Merchants!
GENERAL NOTICE!
FALL AND WINTER TRADE, 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: Penfield, Greenes
boro, Madison, Albany and Augusta. Any letters, to
receive attention, must state the kind of business, place,
and also salary that can be paid.
C -eenesboro, Oct 14, 1858-41 W. S. BAGBY.
FURNITURE AND CARPET
THE OLD ESTABLISHED HOUSE OF
C. A. PLATT & COM’Y,
No. 214 Broad st. Augusta, Ga.
TTTE beg to inform our friends and the public
V generally, that we are now in receipt of
A full and complete Assortment of
every article in our line.
IN THE FURNITURE DEPARTMENT
We have the largest and most fashionable stock
to be found in th 6 Southern Country.
A. great nianr oE our Goods arc lunile
expressly for our own Sales, and we war”
rant Hum to give satisfaction.
—OUR STOCK CONSISTS, IN PART, OF
Rosewood, Parlor and Chamber Furniture, in Brocatcllc,
DeLaine and Hair Cloth. Mahogany, Black
Walnut and Imitation Furniture. Enam
elled, Chamber and Cottage Setts.
TetC a TetCS, Sofas, Ward
robes, Bureaus, Wash
Stands, Hat Stands,
Side Boards, Cottage and Frcneh
Bedsteads.*
A LARGE STOCK OF
Pier and Mantle Looking Glasses.
•zsasmpjettw*
Crossley’sbesl Medallion Velvet,
“ “ English “
“ “ Brussels, “
THREE PLY.
English and American Tapestry Ingrain,
- Super and superfine ingrain,
Venetian Stair Carpets, of all widths,
Stair Rods.
As we have imported the largest portion of the above j
■stock, can offer them at greatly reduced prices. We j
only ask a full examination before purchasing elsewhere,
as we will guaranty to sell CHEAPER and BETTER
GOODS than have ever been sold in this city.
Curtain Materials
Os the latest and most approved styles. We have just
received a direct importation, which we can warrant as
represented, and will have them made up to order in
any style required.
Damask, Lace and Muslin Curtains,
Crimson Turkey Cloth, an entirely new article,
Cornices, Pins and Bands, ( *
Centre Tassels, Loops and Cords.
OIL CLOTHS,
Os all widths, which will be cut to fit any size room or
entry in one piece. >
Purchasers are invited to examine our varied and
extensive Stock, as we are enabled to offer inducements
unequalled by any other establishment.
Carpets and Oil Cloth Cut to Fit,
: WITHOUT EXTRA CHARGE.
; Oct 28 3m
\ \ DVEItTISING, honestly, freely and system
ic XjL atically, is now recognised as one of the sure
f means of success, especially if the Crusader does it.
ONLY TWO DOLLARS of the money you
spend for cocktails, cigars or little nothings, will
pay for the twelve moiths.
THE ADOPTED ORGAN OF ALE THE TEMPERANCE ORGANIZATIONS IN THE STATE.
PENFIELD, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 4, 1 8 58.
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BY MRS. M. E. BRYAN.
ENGAGED.
IS there a time in all life’s eras so rich in unal
loyed happiness as the first moment of be
trothal, when the pure vow has just been sworn
upon the rosy bible of the lips, and the little
hand, a willing, yet a trembling captive, lies, like
a prisoned dove, in the clasp of another; when
the blushes come and go on the dimpled cheek,
and the maiden heart, palpitating beneath its
boddice, murmurs to itself the strange, sweet
word—“betrothed,” and half doubts the reality
until the downcast eye falls upon the sparkling
circlet that enrings the finger—the seal and sig
net of betrothal ? And the lover—what a mo
ment of pride and triumph ! llow the new joy
flutters as it folds its white wings about his heart!
How he watches the “silent war of lilies and
roses” on her half averted face and clasps the
warm, soft hand to his heart, murmuring “my
own,” and feeling that he would not relinquish
his claim upon it for the broad lands of a king
dom ! That little creature by his side, so cling
ing, so dependent, so fragile in her winsome
helplessness, yet holds in her hand the thread of
his destiny, and he watches her lightest look and
word.
- The first awakening of two young heaits to the
consciousness that they love and are beloved;
the mingling of two dew-drops in the cup of the
same pure lily ; the blending of two notes into
one harmonious strain ! Ah ! in after life, when
the golden woof of innocence is tarnished by rust
and dimmed by the dust of life’s thronged and
weary way, they may smile at this beautiful epi
sode of love, sneer at it in their cold, world wis
dom, but there are times when the sound of
clinking gold, or the silken rustle of fashion jars
upon the spirit; when the voice of fame or of
flatterers seems a very mockery, and memory
goes back, a pilgrim to the heart’s deserted Mec
ca, and owns with tears that
“ After life had nothing worth
That early dream of theirs.”
Engaged ! Ah ! how consequential the cere
mony makes the youthful Pyramus and Thisbe!
llow independent and self-important the little
lady grows! for- the “love-sick” stage is past.
Sentiment passes by with uncertainty, as the
early shadows go, when the sun fulfills the prom
ise of the morning star. There is no time for
weeping over Jare Eyre, when the thousand and
one needful appurtenances of the bridal warbrobe
.are to be prepared in the interval of engagement 5
and so the little bride elect bustles about with all
the importance of her new position ; treats her
train of unconscious admirers with all the dig
nity and independence of an engaged young lady;
sits calmly embroidering suspicious looking bits
of linen, and walks, like the pet of Evangeline,
as though “ conscious of human affection.”
But all this while, there is a delightful flutter
at the heart beneath the outward serenity, and
the dreams of the fair fiancee are a delicious med
ley compounded of bridal tours, tender glances,
flounced silks, blonde veils and pearl bracelets, all
enveloped in the rosy mist of matrimony.
As for the happy bridegroom in perspective,
he is in the best of humors with everything and
everybody, pays his tailor, thinks the burnt toast
at his boardinghouse delicious, gives liis boot
black an extra dollar, whistles “ Hail Columbia”
in the counting-room, and adds up board bills
for two on the margin of his employer’s very re
spectable account books. He takes a wonderful
interest in the price of hoops bonnets and other
fetni nine parapharnalia, and asks his landlady
bow many silks suffice her through the year.
Thinks, too, that cigars are an unnecessary and
rather expensive indulgence, and on making the
calculation, finds that the cost of “ Ivirkham’s
best” will purchase a female cloak.
He does’nt “ pshaw” when Smith, his fellow
clerk, declining the invitation of “ the boys,” to
take a smashing supper with them at Delmonico’s,
says: “No, thank you; wish you a jolly time, but
you see, boys, wifey’ll be looking for me, and 1
hate to disappoint the little soul.” And when
he drops in upon Smith in his pleasant rooms,
and finds him comfortably lolled back in his easy
chair, in all the luxury of dressing-gown and em
broidered slippers, (the work of wifey’s little fin
gers,) while the rosy face of his household angel
smiles upon him across the table, where she sits
scalloping with white silk a very mysterious flan
nel garment of Tom Thumb dimensions, he does
not now contrast this picture of domestic happi
ness with the dreariness of his bachelor apart
ment at No. 7, occupied by “self and dog,” but
looks forward with prud anticipation to the time
when he shall be personally interested in such a
scene, and, mentally comparing the demure Mrs.
Smith with his charming Nellie, is pleased to
think that “ wifey” suffers by the contrast. That
pet name “ Nellie!” he thinks it the sweetest in
I all female nomenclature; and he repeats it to his
boot-jack in a meditative manner, sometimes with,
of “my own,” “my love,” and other fond exple
tives, accompanied by tender glances at the un
conscious implement.
And then, when blue books are closed and the
cares of busy day are over, if his “ night thoughts”
are not so sage as those of the melancholy Young,
j they are a thousand fold pleasanter and truer
; to the heart’s experience.
It is very sweet to give the go-by to all corro
ding thoughts, and let Hope lift the curtain from
the bright pictures of the future;
“ To see her features in the dark ;
To lie and meditate once more
Some grace he did not fully mark,
Some tone he had not heard before.
Then from beneath his head to take
Her notes, her picture and her glove—
Put there for joy when he shall wake—
And press them to the heart of love,
And then to whisper “ Wife,” and pray
To live so long ns not to miss
That unimaginable day,
Which farther seems the nearer ’tis.”
And then the daily visits to his betrothed.
where he can sit just as long with Nellie and just
as close to her as lie pleases, and it is looked upon
as a matter of course. lie takes the seat beside
her on the sofa and holds silk for her to wind, or
watches the little fingers, tipped by the dainty
gold thimble, as they are busily plying the un
ending needle-work; or he reads Tennyson aloud
to the family group, and presently, when mother
says “ good-night,” and sisters steel away to fin
ish that sweet story; when the fire burns dimly,
■ and the old-fashioned pictures on the wall seem
! to nod to each other from their gilded frames,
■ the distance between them on the sofa decreases,
| her hand slips into his, and they sit silently
watching the play of the flickering flames, while
their thoughts go trooping away over the flower
strewn fields of the future, dreaming of the time
to come, when the golden signet of engagement
shall have a companion, in the bridal ring, and
their love shall receive its crown and its fulfill
ment—the sacred seal of marriage. M. E. B.
IDOLS.
KmHOU shalt have no other gods before me.”
1 It is the first of the golden decalogue,
burned on the stony tablet by the finger of Deity:
but it is lightly passed over now. The day of
idol worship is supposed to be almost over. The
graven images have melted, like the waxen wings
of Icarus, before the morning star of enlighten
ment, and the risen sun of true religion. Even
in far-off lands of darkness, the splendor of the
heathen temples is beginning to fade, the blood
to dry on the sacrificial altars, and the rolling
wheels of the car of Juggernaut no longer have
death in their ominous sound. But men are
idolators still. We, the favored of nations, sit
ting beneath the shadow of palms and olives,
crowned with laurels, looking down from no pre
carious throne, and holding in our hand the seep,
tre of knowledge—we are yet a nation of idola
tors. Every individual heart which adds a link
to the great chain of human brotherhood, has this
sentence traced upon it by the same hand that
wrote the solemn laws on Sinai’s summit—“ Thou
hast had other gods before me.”
Aye, every heart has, or once had its idol.
In youth, it is a face beautiful to us as a demi
god’s from the light love throws around it, and
we worship it with a wild adoration. We crown
it with the budding hopes of our youth ; we fling
at its feet the fresh feeling of the heart; we lav
ish all our wealth of passion and affection upon
this first Eidolon, and exclaim, in our blind in
fatuation, that earth were a desert, Heaven a
waste, were that one face to turn from us the light
of its starry eyes forever. Ah ! it is a mad, a dan
gerous idolatry, thus to kneel in spirit at any
mortal shrine; to have a human face come be
tween our God and us; to kneel, striving to utter
prayers to Heaven, and only say to that worship
ped image, “I am thine, forever thine.” Poets may
tell us that Love is a waif, astray from Paradise;
but we know that there are earth stains upon his
wing, and that too often mortals crown him with
the adoration which should belong to God alone.
But the reign of passion is soon over, Time lays
a chilling finger on the fiery pulse of youth, the
Eidolon is disthroned and anew idol placed upon
its pedestal. It may be, that Avarice witches the
soul with the music of gold, and turns all life's
hopes and energies into a single channel.
God and Heaven and human ties are all forgot
ten in the desperate pursuit of wealth. The wor
shipper of mammon would coin the heart’s blood
of those around him into gold, if he could. lie
sneers at his youthful infatuation as a boyish ro
mance, deems himself grown far wiser now, and
goes on, toiling, striving, wearing the heavy yoke
of labor and anxiety in the service of his new idol-
He counts his coins before its shrine as the monk
tells his rosary while kneeling before the marble
image of his saint.
Or it is Ambition that possesses the soul with a
delirium. It is upon liis altar that peace and
love and innocence are immolated, and the smoke
of the burning sacrifices ascend and obscures the
heaven of purity and faith. Ambition—the sin
by which the angels fell!
“ Let him once
But play the monarch, and his haughty brow
Glows with a beauty that bewilders thought,
And unthrones peace forever.”
Bacchante was in olden times an idol, and she
is so still. Her devotees are legion, and they
pour their oblations of blood and tears upon her
shrine with reckless adbration. They sell their
immortal birth-rights for one passionate clasp of
her voluptuous arms ; they dissolve the priceless
pearl of their soul's salvation in the ruby wine of
her flagons. In ancient days, there was a beauti
ful queen mother who, when mad with Bac
chante’s delirious kisses, slew the noble son who
sought to save her. Ah! well for the nineteenth
century, if this fable bad no parallel; but the re
cord of crimes that blacken the columns of the
daily press, prove that the world has many a mad
Agave still.
There are others who have no other god but
self; who forget that they are but drops in the
great ocean of human life, and imagine that the
broad and beautiful earth is made solely for their
enjoyment. All genei’ous impulses, all kindly
sympathies and pure affections, aie sacrificed in
this debasing self-worship.
And thus it is that we are all idolators; that
within the inner world of the heart there is a
secret shrine at which we bow, forgetful of the
solemn command, “Thou shalt have no gods be
fore me.” Ah! the car of Juggernaut still rolls
through the land, regardless of the thousand
churches whose spired fingers point rebukingly to
Heaven, and its wheels are wet with heart’s
blood, and mangled hopes and ruined souls and
blighted l'ves mark its track of desolation.
M. E. B.
WOMAN’S METAMORPHOSIS.
AHE the days of transformation over? Bene
dicts of several year’s standing (some ot
them, at least,) will tell you, with a sigh, that
they are not. Women frequently undergo won
derful transformations, and marriage is the magi
cian that effects the change. You are a Celebs,
in search of a wife; you dance with the charm
ing Araminta at a public ball, talk love to her
of course, and think her positively bewildering,
in her blonde lace and blush roses, her innocence
and artlessness ; you call to see her and are wel
comed with the blandest of smiles; you imagine
the little figure in flounced berege, reclining ala
Mary, Queen of Scotts, upon the sofa, the very
perfection of taste, while the very lips and cheek,
the flossy curls and pearl-white shoulders might
sit for a picture of Hebe ; you call frequently,
and she meets you with £ smile and a blush, a
ways neat and charming— always artless aßd confi
ding. You marvel at her patience, as she bows
her ringlets over tedious crochet sticli, or smil
ingly untangles the silk you had purposely snarl
ed. Os course you think her angelic, fall in love
after the orthodox manner, propose and are ac
cepted. Then follows the disenchanting process;
the magic words, “for better, for worse, aie ut
tered, and pretty soon the “ worse commences.
The honey moon is quickly over, and thesummci
at the springs, that tarnishes the thirteen silks of
the bridal outfit, clears the mist from your infat
uated eyes, and the first winter’s housekeeping
leaves you at leisure to meditate upon, tho dill’ei
ence between your former Hebe, in curled hair
and six flounces who played “ WiPt love me al
ways, dearest,” so bewitchingly, and the dowdy,
slipshod figureHJiat comes down V> breakfast in a
dingy wrapper, and with hair put carelessly be
hind her ears.
But dear Araminta says it makes no difference
now; her fortune is made; and now, that there
is no one to dress for but one’s husband, she
should like to know what is the use of taking
that trouble, or of curling her hair and using
rouge and pearl powder and like beautifiers. U
makes no difference, now, how she looks. Os
course it is her husband’s duty to love her and
think her charming, no matter what she wears;
and you can only shrug your shoulders and say
“of course, (thinking it would require a consider
able effort to do so,) while Araminta sinks back
upon the sofa and opens*a novel, and you relieve
your mind by whistling, and go off to the count
ing-room without even a “good morning.”
When you return, the miracle of patience who
untangled snarled silk so sweetly, is quarrelling
with the cook, and favors you with a recapitula
tion of her grievances, calls you an “unfeeling
bruie,” because you are not overpowered with
the sense of her wrongs, and finally bursts into
tears. Then you snatch your hat and oft you go
to the club-room—billiard saloon—anywhere,
thinking what a vast difference there is between
the maiden wooed and the woman won, and mar
veling at the transforming power of marriage.
And on a rainy Sunday, when you are pent with
in doors, you drop your paper, look askance at
Mrs. Araminta nodding over the novel in her
easy chair, and, contrasting her present appear
ance with that of two years previous, imagine
that it would be quite easy to decide now upon
the debated question of your school days—
“ Which is most beautiful, Nature or Art?” and
conclude that the manufacturers of curling tongs,
“ Viniagre (le rouge” and “Lily white” have a great
deal to answer for.
Not that all, or even the majority of women
are liable to these metamorphoses, but in many,
very many instances, the picture is not at all too
highly colored.
A young lady is accomplished, plays, sings and
draws divinely, but clap a ring upon her finger,
and she never does either afterwards. She has
been taught from her cradle that marriage is the
great end and aim of woman’s existence, and
that dress and accomplishments are but means to
attain this much desired object, and that when
her marketable qualities have attracted a pur
chaser, there is no need for them afterwards.
Yes; marriage is a complete touchstone, and
very many Aramintas have failed in the test.
Poets call the gentle sex “angels;” but if this
be true, they have, like some insects, the remark
able faculty of shedding their wings when caught.
A “Portland Yankee,” who has become dis
gusted with the “ hull female sect,” evidently
thinks the same, for he writes: “I have gin up
all idee of wimen fokes, and took to perliterkil
life. Aingills in petticuts is well enough to look
at, and for fellers to talk about, but bless ’em,
they’re changeable as Kymelions.”
But men have no room for fault-finding, for
marriage quite as frequently transforms the po
lite, affectionate, affable and neatly dressed lover
into the surly, slovenly, ill-tempered husband.
M. E. B.
WITH US STILL.
GQUMMER is ended,” writes our nature-loving
kj associate, and just beside his poetical para
gragh is another—from a “ fair contributor”—
telling us that the flowers and birds are gone,
and the autumn is whispering strange threaten
ings in the trees. Did they stand beside my win
dow at this ovening Lour, and watch with me this
glowing landscape, bathed so richly in the golden
splendor of sunset, that it seems a bit of enchan
ted land, they would say that here the summer
lingers still, and that the last hours of lier reign
are the loveliest.
Our garden is all aglow with beauty. Roses, in
crimson and creamy richness, spangling the
hedges, festooning the lattice, or those of the
rarer species, holding their regal heads erect, con
scious of superiority and challenging the admira
tion of all. Tube-roses are swinging their per
fumed ivory censors in the sweet west wind; the
fragile blue jasmine seems an azure cloud, rest
ing lightly upon the earth; the dahlias are glow
ingin gold and scarlet, crimson and purple ; Chi
na astors are conjuring up visions of eastern par
terres ; double cypripedias strewing the ground
with many-colored petals; oliandei’s scenting the
air with their spicy breath, while the Chinese and
English honeysuckle mingle their pink, white
and straw-colored elustei's and drape the two pa
goda-shaped bowers, which my sister has named
the temple of Love and of Friendship. But not
alone in this one charmed enclosure, where flow
ers spring beneath human culture, does the sum
mer linger, weaving garlands for her last festival.
She is passing through wood and meadow', with
the proud step of a queen. Gold and imperial
pui’ple are her robes of state, and she lavishes her
gifts with royal munificence. No colors cf the
artist’s pallette can paint the splendor of an au
tumnal forest. Spring is beautiful, autumn mag
nificent.
The emerald of the trees is now but slightly
bi’onzed with the prophetic hue, and only by the
scarlet and flame-color of the shumacand maple,
flashing through the green of laurels, wild myrtle
and magnolias, can it be told that the year is al
ready firing the forest with liis inverted torch.
But the flowers, the thousand flowers spreading
an embroidered carpet over hillside and meadow!
They partake of the splendor of summer’s last
and most beautiful phase. Yellow asters are
clustered everywhere, like constellated stars;
golden rods wave like a forest of kingly scepters ;
long spikes of flowers of velvet purple, and others
in superb whorls; the lai-ge, blue bells of the ser
pent root; the azure of the gentian and the rose
red of that ephemeral and most beautiful flower,
whose stem is so small and delicate that the blos
soms seem suspended in air, like a troop of gay
butterflies hovering over some favored spot —all
these grace the last reign of summer. Nor are
fi'uits wanting to crown this royal season. Nuts
come rattling down in the wood with every vig
orous breath of wind; chinquepins shell out
smooth and bi’ight and brown as a oounti’y lassie’s
eye; locust trees drape their boughs with their
dark fruitage, and in every hammock, on every
river bank and sti*eameside, the numerous varie
ties of haws—miniature apples, golden and red—
weigh down the branches like pendant jewels. I
know where there is a large hoary tree of them
now, for I have spent many a bright afternoon
beneath it in happier days, and I know the ground
is strewn now with yellow fruit, and the old mossy
branches are bending down to the reach.
And there are other delicious varieties of haws
—one of a rich purple color, with the taste of
mellow wine, and another of a bright coral hue,
piquant as cherries, and in clusters so large and
numerous that, seen at a distance, the tree seems
a red beacon blazing through the woods. These
are the jewels of summer, which she bequeaths
EDITOR ANtf PROPRIETOR.
VOL. XXIV. NUMBER 43
to autumn; and this evening Helen returned
from a horseback ride in the country, with an
orange branch laden with ripening fruit.
No, Mr. Veazey and pensive “ Clara,” our sum
mer is not yet ended. Looking out now upon
its beautj’ and glory, we can hai'dly believe that
such loveliness is not eternal; that the l’oses will
ever hide; that the sunshine will ever pale; that
the season of light and splendor will not stay
with us forever.
“So many arc its countless flowers ;
So glorious are its sunny hours;
So bright its earth, so blue its sky,
As meant for hope’s eternity.”
“Ah! how blessings brighten as they take their
flight!” How lingeringly we hold the hand of
this departing summer; how lovingly we look
into her eyes of sunshine and beauty ; how sadly
we mark the hectic on her cheek ; how mourn
fully we listen to the gloomy forebodings of the
wind in the shuddering poplars, and how loth
wo are to say farewell to this vision of light and
glory—not knowing but that her next roses may
be strewn upon our toornbs. M. E. B.
POP CALLS,
¥ITAT would the dear old ladies of the coun
try, who “take their knitting” and spend a
day or two at a time with their hospitable neigh,
bors, say to paying a dozen visits in an afternoon?
And yet, Helen and I lia\e “performed” v<ry
nearly that number of fashionable calls this
pleasant evening, and have just l’elapsed into the
luxury of dressing-gowns and arm-chairs. I know
one might as well seek to oppose Niagara as to
put a barrier in the way of imperial and invinci
ble fashion; yet, I must say, that I think “pop
calls” a vei*y formal and icy institution, and,
though I have all Fanny Fern’s detestation of
“spending the day,” yet, I do like a good, long
vist—two hours, at least—and would frequently
overstay my allotted time, were it not for Hel
en’s warning look. It is provoking, just as you
are comfortably settled on a sofa—have broken
the ice by the usual programme of the weather,
the new styles, the last Sunday’s sermon, and
launched into more easy and pleasant chit-chat,
to break off abruptly and be whirled away to go
through precisely the same form in the darkened
drawing-room of the next acquaintance. Mrs.
B. has a sweet countenance ; her linen collar and
undersleeves are perfect, and her conversation
charmingly friendly and affable. Your heart
warms under her sunny smile, you wonder you
never found out how agreeable she was, and
think an hour or two spent in listening to her
would be delightful; but Fashion dictates other
wise. Mrs. B. is a mere acquaintance. You draw
your crepe shawl around you, rise, take the hand
of Mrs. B. in your gloved fingers, say you will “be
happy to see her in Mulberry street,” in a very
mincing and pi ecise way, and then rustle out,
promising to call very soon. Or again, there are
rosy children, looking so fresh and saucy that
you would give anything to pet and play with
them, and kiss their tempting lips; but they
might crumple your flounces, disarrange your
plumes ov soil your straw-colored kids.
In addition to these disadvantages, is the feel
ing of being “dressed up.” A silk l'obe, with an
unmanageable trail, is the greatest bore in the
world, fashionable bonnets give one the headache,
and the entire visiting outfit is not to be com
pared, in point of comfort, with the easy fitting
promenade hat and plain delaine.
In brief, although a large circle of acquaintan
ces render them a necessary evil, there is very
little pleasure or sociable feeling in “pop calls,”
and ten minutes in a dim, chilly parloi’, twirling
your card case and conscious that your dress or
bonnet is the object of attention—perhaps of crit
icism—are a poor substitue for the long, chatty
visits in the cheerful sitting-i'oom, with the rock
ing-chair drawn to the fender, and a nosegay of
rosy little faces grouped around you, while the
smiling mother sits opposite with her work-bas
ket before her, and an umistakable “glad to see
you” look on her face. M. E. B.
LOVE.SICK POETRY.
POOR Cupid! It is a marvel that even his im
mortality does not wear out, beneath the rub
bing of so much mortal verse. He forms the sta
ple out of which are manufactured the quantities
of versicles that are inflicted on the age —the
thread whereon poetasters string their tinsel
rhymes, fondly imagining them to be veritable
pearls.
Mistaking the commonplace sensation of being
in love, for the divine afflatus, they seize the pen
and bespatter poor Eros with ink and with the
milk-and-water of their mawkish sentiment, until
his own mother Venus would not recognize her
boy. But their effusions have rhymed words at
the end and capitals at the beginning; and SO,
under the name of poetry, they pass into press to
the delight of their manufacturers. But an im
provement in the new era of poetry is yet to be
chronicled. Courtships are carried on through
the medium of the newspapei’s.
Lovelorn youths of both sexes set their sighs
and lackadaisical complaints to the jingle of
rhymes, and. publish them for the benefit of the
much injured, public. Nay, more: young girls
who would blush to return a lover’s pressure of
the hand, feel no timidity in making, through .
the columns of a newspaper, pathetic declarations
and most indelicate appeals to their gay Lotha
rios, couched in such passionate and vehement
language as would shame an liish fortune-hunter,
and describing the state of their hearts as very
bad, indeed. A.ll this may be very interesting to
the parties concerned, and it may be a very pleas
ant amusement and a nice escape-valve for their
exuberant feelings to “pour them out in verse;’*
but their readers* not so enchanted with such
public billing and cooing, are reminded of the
old fable of the wicked boys, who pelted the frog
pond with stones and are fain, like those inno
cent sufferers, to cry out to the amorous poets,
“ II may be fun to you youngsters, but it is death
to us.”
Now, love is a very powerful element of poetry,
and the wail of a wronged and wounded, yet
loving heart, has something in its wild
pathos and passion; but it is a subject delicate
as the down on the wing of a butterfly, and
should be touched by skillful hands alone. In
woman, especially, the heart’s sacred mysteries
should never be laid bare to tb curious and care
less gaze, but the eye should view its throbbings,
its swellings and convulsive throes of anguish
only beneath tli® Vale of womanly delicacy and
pride. E. B.
£ false friend is like the shadow on a sun-dial,
which appears in fine weather, but vanishes at the
approach ot a cloud. And there is a true
who says He will be with us, “even to the end *