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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 y li 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. 8® j . 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. {& fi it J © J © U 3 * 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. ip ©sj ‘i y > 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