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Hut it was against the arbitrary measures
of the Secretary of State, on the pari of go’
vernment, in issuing general warrants, tha
the independence of this great man was
most exhibited. On the trial of Wilkes vs
Wood, involving this right on the part ol
the government, to issue warrants, not de
signating the person or the offence—a pow
er so revolting as to be the basis of those
clauses in the Constitution of the United
States, which require all warrants to speci
fy the ciime, the Chief Justice, in great in
dignation, held this language: “The de
fendants claim a light, under precedents, to
force persons houses, break open cscru
toires, seize and detain their papers, upon
a general warrant, where no inventory is
made of the things ihus taken away ; and
when no offenders names are specified in
the warrant, and therefore a discretionary
power givrn to messengers to search wher
ever their suspicions may happen to fall.
If such a power is truly invested in a Sec
retary of State, and he can delegate that
power, it certainly may affect the person
and property of every man in these king
doms, and is totally subversive of the liber
ty of the subject.” “ That no argument
could be drawn” (replying to the arguments
that precedent had established them,) “ from
the submission of guilt and poverty to pow
er and ihe terror of imprisonment—that it
would be strange doctrine, to assert that
all the people of this land were bound to
acknowledge that to be universal law,
which a few criminal booksellers had
dreaded to dispute.”
By the side of the defenders of American
liberty in Parliament he stood, and main
tained their cause with undaunted courage.
On his elevation to the House of Lords,
his first effort was strenuous opposition to
the resolution of Parliament, that Great
Britain had a right to make laws binding
on the American Colonies. He denied
boldly the doctrine of the omnipotence of
Parliament —denied that they could impose
a tax upon the subject which he had not
consented by his representation to grant.—
“Taxation,” says he, “ and representation,
are inseparable. This position is founded
in the laws of nature ; nay, more, it is an
eternal law of nature itself.”
On another occasion, while Holder of
the Seals, he said, he had accepted the
seals without any conditions, but he had
too long submitted to be trampled by his
majesty—he begged pardon—by his min
isters : but he would be so no longer.—
That for some time he had beheld with si
lent indignation, the arbitrary proceedings
of the government; that lie had often
drooped and hung his head in council, and
disapproved by his looks those steps which
he knew his avowed opposition would not
prevent; that, however, he would do so
no longer, but openly and boldly speak his
sentiments.
We will not multiply examples from
English history, or trace events in this
country, to show that lawyers have been
ever among the foremost of the friends of
popular rights. Were we to go through
the troubles of our own Revolution, it
would appear, very conclusively, that a
majority of the leaders of that period, of
those whose eloquence most swayed the
Senate, and whose arms most upheld the
triumphs of liberty in the field of blood,
were lawyers. We trust enough has been
shown, to dissipate a portion of the preju
dices which, in viewing the profession,
shade the public mind ; that the mass of
people will, when they hereatter see a
lawyer, not conclude that he belongs to a
proscribed race of men, capable of no lofty
emotions, of no elevated or generous senti
ments ; but, on the contrary, to a profes
sion, if, as is the common lot of mortals,
showing some instances of bad men, in the
great number, men of great usefulness to
the world—men who, generally raising
themselves by great industry and integrity
from the most humble conditions of life,
have ever been the earliest to take side
with civil liberty, and the last to desert its
cause: who, by diligence in their vocation,
and honesty of purpose, are useful, in an
eminent degree, to the times in which they
live; the avenger of the innocent, the
latest friend of the poor criminal, the pro
tector of the lives, liberty and property of
men. The profession of law is, indeed,
one of noble faculties. All that the plea
sures ol knowledge of most sublime nature
ran bring to the mind—all of satisfaction
lhat reflections that knowledge is gained
for the security of mankind, can convey to
the human heart—all of the joy which the
good man feels at the idea, that his life
has been spent in the protection of the un
fortunate—are the rewards of it. A law
yer who, having stored his mind with a
perfect knowledge of his calling, holds
himself out to society only an advocate of
meritorious causes—who rejects, as an in
sult, every attempt to engage him on the
side of injustice, stands, in whatever age
he lives, as a great example of human
excellence, in which, intellect and honor
struggle for precedence in contests in which
benevolence and virtue always triumph.
Ifeg-Bury berries, be chary of cherries,
suspend the currency of currants, appease
your hunger without peas, do not buy
shell-fish of those who are selfish enough
to sell fish ; don't be among those who at
night are out in the night air, and drink
from the well if you wish to be among the
well. Well!—
f;€s“The London “Punch” says that
much of the milk consumed in the metropo
lis is brought from the chalk cliffs of Do
ver, though the cockneys think it comes
from Cowes.
If your land appears worn out and
over-worked, you may be sure you have
harrowed its feelings 100 much.
How to raise geese—Send your
daughters to a fashionable boarding-school.
If kept at home they will be ducks or little
stupids.
To iai-r roru —Wear light boots
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For Richardu’ Weekly Gazette.
DEDICATION LINES,
Written in the Album of a young Female Friend.
Swot t Album, thy stainless anil beautiful page,
That welcofnes the pen of a friend,
Shall bear the brief tribute to forthcoming years,
Os attachments that never “hall end.
May virtue and innocence, hallow'd by tong,
Repose in the light of thy smiles ;
And rich, flowing numbers, glide smoothly along,
Unpolluted by aught that defile*.
And when, ray dear girl, in the flood tide of years,
Your friend of tho Album is drown’d ;
And Friendship shall cherish each relic with tears,
May these humble stanzas be found.
t < A. M.
For Richarda’ Weekly Oazelte.
A LYRIC.
Maiden of the azure eye—
Thou whose bosom ne'er hath heaved
\V r ith the sad, unhappy sigh.
Os a trusting heart deceived—
Toll inc what it is to he
Ever joyful thus, like thee!
Maiden of tho lovely mien,
Whisper what thy feelings art* —
Thou who ne’er a hope hath seen
Wither ‘neath misfortune’s star.
Can it be, that on this earth.
Where most mortals suffer wo
Even from their very birth,
TJiou dost not a sorrow ki ow ?
Ah ! for thee I truly tremble;! —
Yet ’twere meet I should dissemble:
And, dear one! I will not say
Care will shade thy brow in gloom
Angels lead, perhaps, thy way,
And avert the cruel doom !
ALTON.
For Richards’ Weekly Oazetle.
LOVELY MAIDEN OF SIXTEEN.
ANACREONTIC.
BY J. A..TURNER.
Lovily maiden of sixteen.
May no shadow come between
Thee and pleasure’s gonial sun,
Till its zenith shall be won.
Spurting ’mid the joys of yuuth—
For thy partners Luvc and Truth—
Thou art timid as the fawn,
Or the lamb at evening dawn
Frisking ’mid the early blooms,
Casting off surplus perfumes.
In its zenith can't remain
Thy bright sun—’twill sink again :
Sofily may it go to rest,
Shining from the purple west,
Casting rainbow tints behind
Bright as those which you will find
While ’tia in its zenith bright,
Shedding o’er thee pleasure's light.
Li JJ li* iL 17 1 IF &3 *
Marion, Twiggs Cos., )
Aug. 19, 1849. j
Dear Richards : Have you ever stood by
yourself on some tall cliff, against whose
base the battling waves of the Atlantic
broke in deep-toned cadences; and watch
ed the sinking sun, as it threw its rainbow
hues athwart the billows ? Have you,
when wearied and worn by the cares of
the day, traced your path through some
green lane, bordered by wild briers, fringed
with bright flowers, and felt the refreshing
gale breathe new vigor into your breast ?
l know you have, and it has brought you
hack to the world with a more steadfast
purpose, a loftier aim, and higher hopes
and yet, there are times when all the beau
ties of nature fail to win our minds to con
templation. There are times when our
souls go out in the full flow of flashing
wit. There are times when a merry tale
is better than a rich feast—when a hearty
laugh may cure dyspepsia. Thus much as
a sort of introduction.
In this goodly town of Marion, which
“ once was. but now is not,” much, there |
dwell, according to a late census —
Merchants, 2
Clerks, 4
Lawyers, 0
Doctors, 8
One-half the above have families. “ The
philosophy of living” is perfectly under
stood by all the dwellers in and about our
famous village. The ruins of the town
are picturesque, and worthy the attention
of the antiquarian, and it is our intention
to prepare a paper before long on the sub
ject, for preservation in the archives of the
“ Historical Society.” The doctors live as
much by avoiding their own physic, as by
giving it to others. Now and then you
see some disciple of zEsculapius prancing
about on a pale phantom-like steed ; and it
was our good fortune, not long since, to
witness quite “a scene.” Daylight was
yet lingering in the east—the fresh air of
a cool spring morning had wooed us from
“the silken couch of sloth,” and we were
gathering vigor beneath a clump of spread
ing trees. We had not been seated long,
when one of our neighbor’s “boys” turned
from their enclosure a fine drove of “year
lings.” They quietly took their accustom
ed way to a bubbling brook, at the outer
edge of the village. Our thoughts follow
ed them, and we were deep in the subject
of “cattle,” when we heard the hasty tramp
of a solitary horse, as he came galloping
up from the opposite end of the town. It
was our friend, Dr. Capsicum, “ armed and
equipped as the law directs,” just starting
.out for a fee. Did you ever notice how
grave, sage and grand a doctor looks, when
on horseback ? He turns neither to the
right nor the left; wisdom throws its halo
round his saddie-bags, and knowledge
guides his way. Capsicum had nearly
overtaken the yearlings, when we with
drew our gaz.e. Suddenly our ear caught
a strange compound of sounds, and we
looked once more after the Doctor. Our
eyes failed to distinguish more than his lo
cality, for he was rushing, at full speed, in
and among the drove of cattle. What a
race! Each individual tail was whipping
the wind; the heifers flew, with heads
down, snorting, jumping ; they scorned the
earth. Away they went Capsicum had
i ioet his hat; his hail was streaming in the
i/i3isaw ©asiiiia
breeze; his coat-tails, loaded with pills and
| boluses, were beating a lively measure on
Ins horse’s back. The drove had now
1 reached a part of the road that was exca
vated. On either side there .was a lofty
bank, along whose edge was a very nar
row foot-path All the yearlings kept the
road, except one wild, fierce-looking little
hull, and lie struck for the hill-path. What
was our amazement, to see Capsicum and
his nag fly after him. We trembled for
the fate of our good friend, for a fall was
inevitable. We strained our eyes, and
scarcely breathed, with anxiety. The lit
tle animal kept on his course, till he reach
ed the highest part of the hill; then, just
as the doctor’s horse sprang upon him, roll
ed from the height. Down, down, they
came—bull, doctor, horse, saddle-bags, phy
sic—all mingled in a mass, above which
hung clouds of dust. Cold, chilly sensa
tions ran along our spinal column, for we
believed all bad been killed. Just as the
dust cleared away, the determined little
bull bellowed and snorted in the most sci
entific manner possible, sprang up, and
away. Then, to our infinite relief, up rose
Capsicum, and “ shook himself.” He gath
ered up his saddle-bags, endeavored to raise
his horse, then turned to see if any person
had witnessed his amusing race. He saw
us perfectly convulsed with laughter. He
thumped his hat upon his head, stamped
his foot, and exclaimed in a tolerable hu
mor, “ Well! there’s lhat and and Charles
Whitehead.” VIDI.
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The Poison in Eggs.— The editor of
the Salem Gazette in publishing an account
of the death of Mr. B assett’s children, of
Brooklyn, says:
A friend, on reading the above statement,
gives us the following extract from a Cy
clopedia: “ The white of an egg, boiled
hard in the shell, and suspended in the air
afterwards, a liquid drops from it which
will dissolve myrrh, which is more than
either water oil, spirits, or even fire -itself
can effect. A little putrid white of an egg
taken into the stomach occasions nausea,
honor, fainting, vomiting, diarrhoea, and
gripes. It inflames the bile, excites heat,
thirst, fevor, and dissolves the humors
like the plague.”
To keep Fish Alive. The London
Literal y Gazette has the following, in re
lation to keeping fresh fish alive :
Those worthy individuals who take de
light in Isaac Walton's art, and who
moreover, are in the habit of sending the
result of sports to their epicurean acquain
tances, must learn an indispensable piece
of information, viz: how to keep fish
fresh. This may be done by soaking the
soft part of bread in brandy, and inserting
it into the gill of the fish, while it is yet a
live, afterwards sprinkling it over gently
with brandy. Thus prepared and careful
ly packed in straw, the fiish will keep a
live ten or twelve days as may be proved
by putting in fresh water at the end of
that time, when after a few hours immer
sion, it will recover from its protracted
drunkeness.
If any of our readers think this a “fish
story,” they are at liberty to try the exper
iment.
WISZZLLAfn,
GEN. TAYLOR AND COL. JEFFER
SON DAVIS.
Queer things happen in this world. A
few years ago a young man on the banks
of the Southern Mississippi eloped with
the daughter of an old planter, as the fa
ther would not consent to the marriage.—
Time rolled on; the daughter died, and the
father and widowed husband met on the
bloody hut victorious field of Buena Vista.
On trat terrible day, amid scenes of car
nage and valor, the gallant young hero
sustained well and nobly the gallantry of
his countrymen, and the oldh ero extending
to him his hand, for the first time since the
marriage of his daughter, said :
; Sir, my daughter was a better judge of
character than I am. Here is my hand.’
Two years'have passed away. A Pres
ident is to be inaugurated. The son-in
law, now a member of the United States
Senate’ is appointed chairman of a com
mittee to wait upon the President and in
form him of the election. Then again the
father and son-in-law meet. That was a
proud day for Jefferson Davis. It was his
hour of victory. We would rather have
been Davis than Taylor. The sweet
whisperings of the spirit voice of the de
parted one must have been with him there.
— Exchange.
SHAKSPEARE.
Though his genius generally was jocu
lar, and inclining him to festivity, yet he
could when so disposed, be solemn and se
rious, as appears by his tragedies; so that
Heraclitus himself (1 mean if secret and
unseen) might afford to smile at his come
dies, they were so merry; and Democritus
scarce forbear to sigh at his tragedies,
they were so mournful.
He was an eminent instance of the truth
of that rule, Poeta non fit , sed nascitur ; one
is not made, but born a poet. Indeed his
learning was very little, so that, as Cor
nish diamonds are not polished by any
lapidary, but are pointed, and smoothed
even, as they are taken out of the earth,
so nature itself was all the art which was
I used upon him.
Many were the wit combats betwixt
| him and Ben Johnson. Which two 1 be
hold like a Spanish great galleon and an
English man-of-war. Master Johnson,
j like the former, was built far higher in
(learning; solid, but slow, in his perform
ances. Shakspeare, with the English
: man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in
1 sailing, could turn with all tides, tack
about, and take advantage o? all winds, by
the quickness of his wit and invention.—
Fuller.
BEAUTIFUL SENTIMENT.
The Boston Rambler says:—“We have
rarely, if ever, read a more beautiful sen
timent upon a like occasion, than the fol
lowing, from the Northern Citizen, written
on the deatli of the editor’s daughter, aged
three years.” The lines are indeed beau
tiful, but is it possible the intelligent editor
of the Rambler did not know, or did not
remember, that they were written by Mrs.
; Sigourney, years ago, and have been pub
lished in her woiks here and in Europe 1
— Ed. Organ.
Death founditrangc beauty on that cherub brow,
| And dashed it out. There was a tint of rose
jOn choek and lip—bo touch ‘d the veins ilb iee,
! And the rose faded. Forth fro n those blue eyes
i There spike a wi-tfol tenderness, a doubt
Whether to grievo or sleep, which innocence
Alone can wear—with ruthless haste he bound
The silken fringes of tboir curtaining lids
Forever. There had been a murmuring sound, j
With which the babe would claim the mother’s
ear,
Charming her even to tours—the spoiler set
His seal of silenco. But there beamed a smile
So fixed and holy from that marble brow,
Death gazed and left it there —he dared not steal
The signet-ring of heaven.
Georgia Shoes. -The Savannah Georgian
says: “We have received and placed in
our reading-room, for the inspection of our
friends a pair of negro brogans from a
manufactory just started at Atlanta by-
Messrs. Humphreys, and judging fiom the
quality of the material, and the pair before
us, we should not be surprised if Atlanta j
were soon to become to Georgia what Lynn
is to Massachusetts, —a place where peo
ple caii improve their understandings at a
trifling cost. The Messrs Humphreys, we
learn, go into the shoe manufacturing with \
prospects that enable them to compete suc
cessfully with the manufacturers at the
North. They intend to go largely into the
business as soon as their arangements are
completed and will turn out this, the first
year over 6000 pairs. They are also deter
mined that they shall be real Georgian,
made of Georgia hides tanned with Geor
gia bark, manufactured on Georgia soil,
and even pegged with Georgia pegs—not
such pegs as the Yankee sold in Virginia
for seed oats, sharpened at both ends.”
Printers in Philadelphia. —lt ap
pears from a statement made in the Phila
delphia Typographical Society, that in that
city the whole number of printing offices
is 99, employing 446 compositors, 113
pressmen 69 apprentices, and 109 minors,
who set type, making, a total of 728 per
sons. As the present however is a dull
season, and the offices have not the usual
amount of work, the number of journeymen
compositors is much less than the avarage.
ft is estimated that about 150 of this class
are unimployed.
A Fable Fob the Fretful. “It is I
that supports this household,” said a hen j
one day to herself; “the master cannot
breakfast without an egg, for he isdyspep-!
tical and would die, and it is I that lay it—
and here is this ugly poodle, doing nothing
earthly, and gets thrice the victuals I do,
and is caressed all day! By the cock of
Minerva, they shall give me a double por
tion of oats, or they have eaten their last I
egg!” But much as she cackled and j
croaked, the scullion would not give her
an extra grain; whereupon in dudgeon,
she hid her next egg in the dung hill, and
did nothing but cackle and croak all day.
The scullion suffered her for a week, then
(by order) drew her neck, and purchased
eggs at sixpence the dozen. Man ! why i
frettest thou, art still a blockhead J Ah. !
sure enough, thy wages are too low ! ]
Wilt thou strike work with Providence,!
and force him to an alternative? Believe
it, he will do without thee; iln'y a point
c'homme ncccessaire." — Carlyle.
Had Them There.— A gentleman hoard
ing at one of our hotels, where a dozen
low-bred cockneys, who can find nothing
as good here “as at'ome,” reside—pestered
and annoyed at the unceasing sneers and ;
abuse of this country by these felluws,
took it into his head to retort in their own
style. He accordingly informed them that
he had been in England once or twice in
the course of his life, and then began to
abuse everything and everybody he had
met with there. The aghast cockneys
were dumb with horror and amazement.
At last one of them ventured to inquire,
with a sneer, if the gentleman had seen
anything in England, better than in the
United States?
“ Yes, by the mass have I.” answered
the American, looking hard at the cock
neys—“l have seen belter Englishmen in
England than ever I saw in the United
States!”
A Waggish Mayor. We have never
seen this joke of ex-Mayor Quincy’s in
print, it is too good to be lost. Mr. Evans,
who has a contract with the city for filling
up the fiats on the Neck, invited the late
city government to examine his road and
his famous digging machine. After satis
fying their curiosity and admiring the won
derful machine, their attention was called
to a splendid collation prepared by Mr.
Evans for their entertainment, near the
scene of his digging operations. Mr.
Quincy took the head of the table and very
gravely observed to his colleagues as fol
lows: “ Gentlemen, your attention is re
-1 quested to this new machine which Mr.
Evans has invented for filling the flats of
the city!” The filling process immediate
ly commenced.— South Boston Gaz.
feip’ A profane coachman, pointing to
one of the horses he was driving, said to a
pioys traveller “ That horse knows when 1
swear to him.” “ Yes,” replied the travel
ler, “ ami so docs God ‘’
DOMESTIC FELICITY.
ft ich though poor,
My low-roof (1 cottage in this hour a heaven
Music is in it —and the song she sings,
That swect-voiceil wife of rnino, arrests the ear
Os my young child, awake upon her knee;
And with his calm eyes on his master’s face,
My nohic hound lies couchaut—and all here—
All in this little home yet—boundless heaven—
Are in such love as I have power to give.
Blessed to overflowing.
n'illis.
THE RAINBOW.
My heart loops up when 1 behold
A rainbow in the sky ;
So was it when my life began.
So is it now 1 am a man :
So let it be when 1 grow old,
Or let me die!
The child is father to the man;
And I could wish my soul to be
Bound each to ca ll by natural piety.
[WORDSWORTH.
Soso Writing. There may be loftier
flights—a higher species of fame, than that
attained or aimed at by the song-writer;
but there is no one to whom honor is more
gladly rendered by the mass of mortals.—
His claims come into notice, for the most
part, in a general season—when friends are
met, and the glass and sentiment and song
go round; when gladness swells the heart,
fancy tickles the brain, and mirth and good
lmmor sparkle from the eye ; —when Bac
chus has almost closed up criticism’s veno
mous optics, and laid hyper-criticism quiet
ly under the table; —when the fine-strung
nerves are exquisitely alive to all pleasur
able sensations; —then it is that divine mu
sic, wedded to still diviner poesy, can, in 1
an instant,
Or the smile light the cheek
and then it is that the memories of the mas
ters of song are pledged with a fervor that
the ethical or epic poet may despise, but
can never either expect or hope for from
the partiality of his cooler admirers.
[William Cox.
S3 B& +
Well Retorted.—A well known pen
urious character residing in Bath, invited a
friend to dinner and provided two mutton
chops. On removing the cover, he said,
•‘My friend you see your dinner;” which
his friend immediately with his knife and
fork took to himself, remarking, “ I do—
I wish I could see yours.”
Irish all Over. —“ Mr. II.” said Pat
rick, “I wunstknow'd a man in the coun
ty of Meth, and a mighty quare janiuse
he was, that tuck it into his head that he
cud invinl a perpetual motion, and he ac
cordingly made an eight day clock that
run three weeks!”
The Trials of the Craft.— The com
posing room of a printing office is no place
of peculiar aptitude for composing one's
self.
Georgia Rail Roads. Georgia has now
600 miles of railroad, and three railroads
are now in process of construction, which
will cost about $4,000,000 and make 1000
miles of railroad.
Death of Horace Smith. The Lon
don papers announce the death of this gen
tleman, at Tunbridge Wells, on the 12th
July, in his 70th year. His brother James,
who shared with him the authorship of
the “ Rejected Addresses,” died some years
ago. Horace was also the author of
“ Brambletye House” and some other nov
els which had a certain degree of success
in their day.
Ri ßemus being in a mob where oyster
shells were thrown about, observed that
they ought to be warranted like needles—
not to cut in the eye.
A young poet recently offered his
play to the proprietor of the Boston Muse
um for nothing. Friend Kimball said the
author know the value oj it.
Mrs. Ordw.iy complained that ladies, of late,
To leave home for church long are delaying 1
Bemcis answered— the old one’s must wait,
As thair daughters are all fond ofsfay-ing.
“ Does your husband expecto
rate said an apothecary to a poor Irish
woman who had long visited his shop for
her sick husband. “ Expect to ate, yer hon
or —no, sure, and Paddy does not expect to
ate—he’s nothing at all to ate!” The hu
mane man sent a large basin of mixture
from a tureen of soup then smoking on the
table.
The following clever paraphrase of
“We Wandered by the Brook-Side,” is
clipped from the Boston Daily Mail:
“ I’m thinking of the time, Kale, when
sitting by thy side, and picking beans, 1
gazed on thee, and felt a peacock’s pride.
In silance leaned we o’er the pan, and nei
ther spoke a word, and the rattling of the
beans, Kate, was all the sound we heard.
Thy auburn curls hung down, Kate, and
kissed thy lily cheek; thy azure eyes half
filled with tears, bespoke a spirit meek.—
To be so charmed as I was then had ne’er
before occurred, when the rattling of the
tpans, Kate, was all the sound we heard.
I thought it was not wrong, Kate, so, lean
ing o’er the dish, as you snatched up a lot
of beans, I snatched a nectared kiss. A
sudden shower made blind my eyes, 1 nei
ther saw nor stirred, but the rattling of the
beans, Kate, was all the sound I heard.
B*ss® “ It’s quite too bad for you, Darby,
to say that your wife’s worse than the
very devil.”
“An’ please your reverence, I can prove
it from Scripture. Didn't your reverence
yesterday, in your sermon, tell us that if
we resist the devil, he flees from us I
Now if I resist my wife, she flies at me.”
About the middle of the summer,
ask your grass every morning if it is ready
to be cut. As it has no ears, like corn, it
will answer, “Hay I”
Bear” “1 come to steal,” as the rat ob
served to the trap. “And I spring to em
brace you,” as the steel trap replied to the
rat.
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FAITH.
BY FRANCES ANN BUTLER.
Better trust all, and be deceived,
And weep that trust, and that deceiving,
Than doubt ono heart, that, if believed,
Bad blessed one's life with true believing.
! Oh, in this mocking world, too fast
Tho doubting fiend o’ertakes our youth !
| Bet ter he cheated to the la^t,
Than lost the blessed hope of truth.
I ” BECAUSE THE WAY IS SHORT,
WE THANK THEE, GOD!”
Not long at tho most is our life upon earth,
Though briming with sorrow, or brimming with
mirth ;
Neath the turf of the kirk-yard each heart must
. be prest;
To the sad ’tis a refuge, to the weary a rest!
A few may bond o’er us with passionate weeping
And hallow the spot where ourashe# are sleeping;
But ere the flowers bloom, for ten circling years,
Their love hath new idols, and spent arc their
tears.
Tho world hurries on without us as well;
That we lived, loved anti died, there is no ono to
tell.
Yet a little while longer, fond heart, be thou
brave,
Thank God that thy pathway is short to the
grave.
SUNDAY READINGS, FOR SEPT. 2.
THE DIGNIFIED APPELLATION OF
CHRIST.
•< The Lord of glory.”-1 Cor. ii. 8
This is spoken of our Lord Jesus Christ,
and we may observe in it two things.
His essential Godhead. “The Lord.”
This term given to Christ in the New Tes
tament, is of the same signification as Je
hovah in the Old Testament; it intimates
that he is self-existent and independent, j
without beginning or ending, and the j
cause of existence to all creatures. Here 1
we have an unanswerable argument
against those who deny Christ to be the
Supreme God. We find the same honor
and adoration jointly paid both to the Fa
ther and the Son, without any distinction
or disproportioned respect. Christ is call
ed Lord, because all the blessings of salva
tion are lodged in him as precioustreasures
in a storehouse; and because iic has au
thority to confer them on sinners.
Ihs dignified appellation. “The Lord
of glory.” Why is he so called ?
Because as Mediator he-is exalted to a
state of unspeakable glory and honor at the
Father's right hand. This is the reward of
his sufferings and death—“the joy set be
fore him,” in the anticipation of which he
endured so much.
Because he is the giver of all that glory
or excellence which any of his creatures pos
sess. He is so, with regard to the natural,
moral, spiritual, and celestial world. The
holiness of saints and angels is the bright
est ornament and chief excellence of their
nature ; and from whom do they receive
this exalted gift, but from the Lord of glo
ry \
Because his glory is continually being
manifested. There is a perpetual emana
tion of it both in heaven and on earth. In
this world the glory of Christ shines medi
ately through his word as a glass, 2 Cor.
iii. 18; but in heaven it shines immediate
ly on the a hole of the redeemed, which is
the very soul of their happiness, Isa. lx.
19, 20.
Because every thing pertaining to him is
glorious. His person, perfections, throne,
apparel, attendants, and fame, are glorious.
What are sparkling gems and diamonds,
the starry heavens, or the brilliant sun
compared with the glory of Jesus I We
cannot gaze on it without borrowing its
splendor; our features are covered with
its bright emanations; and then, like one
who has looked on the meridian sun, we
find a dulness on all surrounding objects.
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From Wheler’s Magazine.
LINES.
BY MISS M. J. E. KNOX.
They should have laid thee in some shady dell,
Where the green leaves might whisper overhead,
And the blue violets thou didst love so well,
And pale anemone, might hloom and spread
Their blossoms o’er thee ; —where no foot might
tread,
But that of the true-hearted —where no eye
Might gaze, which had not sorrowfully shed
Sad tears foftmc so early called to die !
When morning sunshine gladdens earth and sky,
It would have been so sweet to linger there,
While every blossom breathed a fragrant sigh,
And dreamy music filled the sweeter air!
I could have fancied that thy spirit came,
And stopped to hold communion there with mine,
—That, while 1 pressed the Rose’s lip of tlame,
Or the pale-blossoiued, odorous Eglantine,
Thy breath was on them. Every flower a shrine
Os pure and tender memories shou Id be
But vain these fancies! no such grave is thine, —
Th**re bends above thee no green rustling tree,
Or odorous shrub ; above thee ouly falls
The cold, gray shadow of the church-yard walls
THE TWO BRIDES.
I saw two maids at a kirk,
And both were fair and sweet;
Olio was in her bridal robe,
One in her winding-sheet.
The choristers sang the hymn,
The sacred rites were road,
And one for life to Life,
And ono to Death, was wed.
They went to their bridal beds,
In loveliness and hloom;
One in a merry castle,
One in a solemn tomb.
One to the world of sleep,
Locked in the arras of Love ;
And one in the arms of Death,
Passed to the heavens above.
One to the morrow woke,
In a world of sin and pain—
Hut the other was happier fan.
And never woke again!
EDITOR’S DEPARTMENT
WM. C. RICHARDS, EDITOH
Sltljcns, Clcorjjiii:
Saturday Morning,....Sept. I, is is,
THE PENFIELD COLLEGE.
Our esteemed contemporary, the South,
ern Baptist, copied our narrative of a “ Vi
sit to Penfield,” containing an account of
the Anniversary of Mercer University.—
For this extraordinary offence (!) that Jour
nal has been called to account, in a most in
quisitorial manner, by the Christian bidet
the organ of the Baptist Convention of Geor
gia, and also of the aforesaid Coll-ge. With
a dogmatism, worthy of a darker age, the
Index demands to know whether it was from
our “ acquaintance with the Faculty, or
with the character of their instruction, or
from their confidence in our judgment and
integrity, or from some other cause,” that
they felt warranted in giving currency to
so strange a production. It asks the Bap.
tist if it had seen no other notice of a more
flattering kind that it might have copied,
as if flattery were synonymous with truth!
To these somewhat impertinent questions,
the Baptist , rather too submissively, wesug.
gest, answers, that the article was copied
because it was the first that came to hand—
tlie Index, received at the same time, being
mute on the subject. This, it assures the
Georgia Baptists, (with needless warmth,
we fancy,) was its sole reason—and surely
quite a sufficient one. Here our respected
contemporary might with dignity have rest
ed its defence, hut, as if trembling with un
defined apprehensions, it proceeds to throw
a slur upon our narrative by acknowledging
its regret at having published it—after it
was too late!
Now let us invito the attention of our
readers, and that also, wc would fain hope,
of the readers of the Southern Baptist, to
such a vindication of our narrative as the
imputations of the Index and the concessions
of the Baptist render imperatively necessa
ry. Our narrative is styled an “ extraor
dinary representation” —a “ strange pro
duction.” We have looked at it again and
again, since the charge met our eye, but
cannot, for our life, discover in it anything
like a lusus naturae. It soeins to be just
what we designed it should be—a simple,
unvarnished statement of facts und opinions.
Os these two classes, it is professedly com
posed. The question arises—Are the facts
true —arc the opinions just ? To the first
clause of this query, we feel compelled to
answer, they are true; and to challenge de
nial by any reasonable champion. Not one
tiling stated as a fact lias the Index daied
to gainsay ; when it does, we shall be ready
to defend our position. To the second clause
of the query, wc may not make answer, but
earnestly, confidently appeal to the decision
of every intelligent, disinterested witness
and auditor of the exercises.
If some of the criticisms appeared to our
Charleston contemporary “ rather sharp,”
let us assure it, in all sincerity, that for
aught any one knows to the contrary, they
were “ deserved.” And here let us say, in
justification of our plainness of speech, that
it has become so common for reporters, let
ter-writers, and examining Committees, in
describing similar scenes, to deal only in
hyperbole, to talk of “ soul-kindling elo
quence,” “ majesty of thought,” “ profound
philosophical reflection,” and other such ex
travagant expressions, that their narratives
defeat tlicir own end, and provoke in the
reader only disgust and positive persuasion
of the fiction of the whole glowing story.—
Against this evil we have more than once
protested; snd assuredly, never, while we
are permitted to write, will we knowingly
be guilty of it. Determined to be sincere,
honest and frank, we wrote what we thought,
and wliat we wrote we are ready to answer
for at any proper tribunal It would not
be strange if many differed with us in our
opinions: we said as much in our notice
That scores of the most intelligent visiters
agreed, almost to the letter, with our views,
we do positively know.
We discover, however, in the language of
the Index —and our Charleston contempora
ry evidently detects it too—an insinuation
that our narrative was “ designed to injure
the University.” This is a serious charge;
and perhaps the best way for us to deal with
it is to give it our most unqualified denial,
which we hereby do. We remembered the
injunction of Othello:
“ Nothing oxtennato,
Nor set down aught in malice.”
The second part of this advice wc conscien
-1 tiously followed ; for the first part we dare
not say as much. Had we “ nothing extenu
ated,” we should have made our narrative
seem to the Index “ passing strange.”
We said that the reason why Mercer Uni
versity did not flourish, was its proximity
to Athens—in other words, that it was
within the shadow of the State University I
This is true to its full extent, and we think
that no one in his senses questions it. Here,
however, we were guilty of extenuation, and
of practicing a courteous reticence but illy
repaid. There are. we think, other reasons,
deeper, stronger, (and darker than even the
shadow of Athens,) why Mercer University
does not prosper! Why is it that with
communion of 00,000 members, the Baptist*
of Georgia, loving their principles and 111011“
practice, do yet notoriously withhold from
the College at Pcnfield their patronage and
their confidence ? This article docs not.
however, afford the occasion to suggest these
reasons, and we will not, therefore, pursue
the subject now.
Wc have no hostility to Mercer Universi
ty. \Vq ardently love and cherish the mem
ory of its reverend patron. We should m
joice to see it prospering abundantly bi *
of good fruits and great honors. Wc trill,
i deprecate its present low estate; wc i> IOUID
that it is so far from being what the £ rcat