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JOHN H. SEALS, NEW SERIES, VOLUME 111. GEOBGIAO TEMPERANCE CRUSADER. Published every Thursday in the year, except two. TEKntS: Two Dollars per year, in advance. JOHN H. SEA 1,3, Soi,n I’ropkiktor. LtONEE L. VEA/.EY, Editor Litkbaky Department. MKS M. E. Bit VAN, Ewtrkss. JOHN A. REYNOLDS, Publisher. 0 Clubs of Ten Names, by sending the Cash, will receive the paper at .... copy. Clubs of Five Names, at ..... 180 “ Any person sending us Five new subscribers, inclo sing the money, shall receive an extra copy one year tree of cost. ADVERTISING DIRECTORY: 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: jga-Advertisements not marked with the number of insertions, will We continued until forbid, and charged accordingly. Merchants, 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, 325 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& TO 1 omm* 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. mvwmw si> 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 *