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EDITED BY THOMAS HAYNES.
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giving SIXTY DAYS notice thereof, in one of the public gazettes of this State,
•nd at the door of the Court House where such sales are to be held.
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DAY'S previous to the day of sale.
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DAYS.
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LAND, must be published for FOUR MONTHS.
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before any order absolute shall be made by the Court thereon.
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DAYS.
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tate, are required to be published monthly for SIX MONTHS.
AN APPEAL
TO THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF GEORGIA.
FREEDOM OF THE PRESS is a right guaranteed by the Con
stitution of the State of Georgia; and the Federal compact was not
agreed on until this sacred privilege was inserted in the Constitution of
the United States. This great principle has been invaded on a recent
occasion, in a manner at once shameful and unprecedented ; and this
appeal is made to the Citizens of Georgia, for the purpose of obtaining
in a signal manner, their reprobation of a most daring outrage on the
Freedom of the Press.
Already has that mighty engine—the most powerful agent of civiliza
tion—scattered far and wide the humiliating fact, that the life of an Ed
itor of an independent Newspaper was attempted to be taken—that ef
forts were made to burn his house, and destroy his property—because
be asserted his right to express his opinions; and did so, fully and fear
lessly. Already has it been promulgated from the Atlantic to the Pa
cific—from Maine to Florida—that such nefarious deeds were done, and
that the laws could not reach the perpetrators—that they defied the con
stituted authorities. Humbling as this is, it is, alas.* too tiue. Thus,
at once, was all law, human and divine, trampled under foot; and an
archy and confusion permitted to lord it over right and justice.* And
already is it known from o'ne end of this Union to the other, that these
■outrages occurred in Geoigia! Yes—these disgraceful transactions took I
place in Georgia ! Tu high-minded, chivalrous Georgia, it was that a
£ang of desperadoes—many of them bankrupt in fortune as well as char
acter —violated the laws, and endeavored to destroy that palladium of
the liberties of our country—that richest jewel in the virgin zone of free
dom —an Independent Press. But, thanks be to God ! the conspirators,
the authors and abettors of these deeds were not natives of Georgia—
few of them were even Americans; yet they have “ a local habitation
and a name” (?) in the city where we write.
It will be asked, what were the causes assigned by those who acted
in the manner we describe ? Were the institutions or liberties of the
country abused by the Editor ? Did he, without just reason, interfere
with tbeeourse pursued by private persons? Did he everrefuse personal
satisfaction to any man ? In flue, was he countenanced in a course of
injustice and tyranny, hy powerful or wealthy individuals? Or, were
his crimes such that the laws of the land could not reach, and punish
him. To all these queries may be answered an emphatic NO ! Mob
law. however, w*as pnt in requisition.
The Darien Telegraph has been a firm and uncompromising sup
porter of the principles of the Union Party of Georgia—a stern opposer
all schemes to establish a National Bank—a follower of the maxims laid
down by Thomas Jefferson—and a bold and unflinching advocate of
that reform which can alone be accomplished by a divorce of Bauk and
State.
Those who have read the paper know that it is conducted on truly in
dependent principles—that it speaks of men and things as they are, re
gardless of consequences. And it is for these reasons, and for strenu
ously advocating these measures, that its Editor has been persecuted
with malignant hate, by meu to whom honor is but a name, and justice
but a figure of speech
The people of this Republic, generally speaking, are sensitively alive
to any proceedings that may have even a tendency to deprive them of
those blessings for which a Washington conquered—a Montgomery, a i
Warren, bled. How, then, must their bosoms swell with indignation
to hear that the vety altar of the Temple of Freedom itself has been
desecrated—that the hands of unholy and unsanctified slaves have defiled
it. That, in short, a free press, a sentinel on the watch tower of Lib
erty, has been surrounded by the enemy, and endeavored to bo destroyed
by numbers ? To a portion then, of that people—the Citizens of Geor
gia, one of the oldest of that gallant band that breasted tyranny aud
eppression in the days “that tried men’s souls’’—to the enlightened
Citizens of Georgia we confidently appeal, for that justice—that pro
tection, which is denied us by those who persecute us, and would de
prive us of that freedom of opinion which is the birthright of man.
Our government is one of opinion—not of force. We have no
standing armies, ready to carry the laws of our Commonwealth into ef
fect, even at the point of the bayonet. Hence it is that all good citizens
cheerfully submit to the mandates of our Courts of Justice—that no man
who has the good of his country at heart will defy the law. Indeed, the
man who does not bow lo the majesty of the law, is looked ou as a trai
tor to the Republic—as one whose life is without value.
It is, however, to be regretted that the principles we have just de
scribed, do not find n response in the breast of every man calling him
self an American citizen. If they did, our present task would be
spared. Rome had her CATALiNEand herSYLLA—and, alas! toomuch
of the leaven of their bad spirit is yet in existence.
The time has come now for freemen to say, whether the Press shall
be free, or whether it shall be enslaved—whetecr it shall be subservient
to a few, or be rendered beneficial to all? We will not insult the intel
ligence of our readers, by portraying the benefits which not alone the
present generation, but even posterity must derive from the benign in
fluence of a free and unshackled Press. They are numerous and ap
parent. On the other hand, that Press which is under the baneful rule
of dictation—whether that dictation proceeds from the imperial decrees
of an autocrat, ortho less dignified desires of a few petty commission
merchants, is alike useless and powerless. It is the Upas in whatever
neighborhood it is tolerated—withering and destroying every vestige of
liberty and independence. But no soil in America, we are proud to
say, is favorable to its growth—it may for a time endure a stunted ex
istence, but the clear air of freedom, at length, blasts and prostrates it
forever.
The Darien Telegraph has suffered for the independence expres
sed in its columns. Efforts are being made to annihilate it. Those
who formerly sustained it by advertising patronage, have been forced
to relinquish the advantage it affords, by the dread of being mobbed;
■nd many of its subscribers have been entreated, commanded, or coaxed,
as was thought most politic, to stop their subscriptions. Some have
been weak enough tn obey those who would earn laurels in persecuting
the Press; but we rejoice that many treated them with the contempt
they deserve.. Every exertion is making to put down the paper; and.
Marte* the friends of liberty, of order, and of law, will step forward, nnd
frown upon such unexampled persecution, the enemies of humanity
and ofjustice will triumph. But this appeal will not be made in vain ;
■nd the following mode is suggested of successfully combatting the de
signs of the foes of the Press
FIRST—Let every person who at preseut subscribes to The Tele
graph. endeavor to get one (or more) new subscriber.
SECOND —Let all who wish to patronize an independent newspa
per, subscribe for The Telegraph, without delay.
Thus will it be shown that the people of G xirgia are attached to lib
erty, and will triumphantly sustain those who battle in her cause. Thus
will a death blow be given to the machinations of such as would tram
ple on the rights of the Press—the bulwark of freedom.
The Editor of that paper will make an effort to see his fellow citizens
throughout the State, at their own doors, before long ; and he com
mences his journey on this day lo Milledgeville, to explain orally, to all
who may choose to listen, the many wrongs he has endured.
CORNELIUS MACARDELL.
Darien, Ga., Nov. 27, 1838.
A Homicide was committed in East Macon on Thursday
last, by a mechanic named John Chapman, on the body of his
wife, by cutting her throat! He gave himself up to the officers,
and is now in jail. We understand he justifies his horrid act,
on the around that he had poof positive of the infidelity of his
fib I [Macon Telegraph.
A Boat loaded with cotton, belonging to W, Ford Co,
was discovered, on Wednesday night, while lying nt the wharf,
to be on fire. Fhrough the prompitude of a number of Irish
and others who were near, the fire was extinguished, with the
Joss of some 40 or 50 bags. It was supposed to have been
fired by a discharged boat hand. [Macon Telegraph.
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lIILLEDGKVILLF, GEORGIA, TUESDAY HORAIAG, JANUARY 15, 1830.
MISCELLANEOUS.
As there are hearts in Georgia which .will long hold in affectionate
remembrance the late lamented Acting Lieutenant Pepin, of the United
States Navy, by whosetlcath the public service has lost one of its most
gallant spirits, and his profession and society in general one of its most
shining ornaments, if early promise had not been overshadowed by a
premature grave.—we insert the following lines to his memory, origin
ally published in tho .Saturday Courier of Philadelphia.
A MONODY
On the death of Actins' Lieutenant Ferdinand Pepin, of the United States
Schooner ll'ave, off the Florida Keys.
And is thy winding sheet the wave,
And is thy dirge the gale?
Shall thou no more the battle brave,
Or homeward bend thy sail ?
Alas! my early messmate, thou
Hast met an early doom;
The tangled sea-kelp wraps thy brow,
The ocean is thy tomb.
Thou who hast heard the tempest sing
.Amid the white-capp’d waves,
When Death, upon his lightning wing,
Prepared his deep sea-graves ;
Hast thou, beside a hostile shore,
Ueneath thy banner’s fold,
Sank down, to raise thy arm no more
For freedom and tho bold ?
Alas! ’tis true since last wc met,
Amid the eastern isles,
Thou bast to nature paid thy debt,
In spite of roseate smiles;
And now no more shall bugle note,
Oi strain of the shrill fife.
Or warlike drum or cannon’s throat,
Awaken thee to life!
Adieu! adieu! thy gallant Bare
Wails to the wave below ;
The minute cannon for the bravo
Has told its tale of we ;
And weeping ones have shed their tears,
And manly breasts have sighed
For thee, who in thy youthful years
Hast on the ocean died.
Sleep on ! sleep on! in glory thou.
The deep thou loved so well
Will, o’er thy cold and pallid brow,
The seaman’s requiutn swell;
And ocean’s bird, with tireless wing,
When sunset gilds the west,
Shall dip the wave, and sadly sing
Where thou hast sauk to rest.
Washington, Nov. 1838. J.E.D.
From the Southern Literary Messenger.
PAGANINI.
Before I close, though not strictly in accordance with my
subject, I must say a few words about the celebrated Paganini,
who lias attracted so much attention in the last few years. I
had the pleasure of hearing him before he left Italy, and can
truly say he is the most wonderful person I ever met with. 1
cannot mistrust the impression he produced upon me, because
it was made before I had heard of his reputation or even of his
name. During a short residence in Florence, with boyish cu
riosity, I managed to obtain admission to the morning rehear
sals at the opera. On one of these occasions, Paginini, who,
as I said before, was entirely unknown to me, presided at the
repetition of a concert, which he was to give in the evening.
I think I was the sole auditor, besides the performers, vocal
and instrumental. The instant he touched the violin, I felt
the effect of bis wonderful talent. I have heard the most cele
brated violinists in Europe, but he is beyond all comparison
with them, in his hands the instrument becomes something
else. The manner in which he places it under his chin and
left ear, (which seems to listen intensely to its softest breathings)
and grasps with his long bony fingers, is peculiar. He draws
the bow over the strings with long sweeps, sometimes very
gently, and at Others as if it would crush all beneath it. The
effects which he produces are as various as they are extraordi
nary. Now exquisitely delicate and soft—then brilliant, ani
mated and graceful; and at times wild, thrilling and unearthly;
he passes in rapid transition from one to the other.
So clear and round are Paganini’s tones that they seem to
proceed from an instrument stringed with glass. Independ
ently of his execution he possesses genius in the highest degree,
which seems to master and tyrannize over his soul. He is the
mere instrument of the spirit within. When executing his mu
sical improvisations, the expression of his eye becomes intense
and fitful, his frame shudders, and his arm and fingers act with
an apparently convulsive motion. He has then the air of a
galvanized corpse. It is at these moments he produces those
wild, thrilling and tempestuous effects, which cannot be listened
to without emotion too intense to be agreeable. A fierce de
mon seems lo agitate his frame, and it is when in thiscondition,
that his instrument has been compared to a wild beast, which
knawing his vitals, draws from him those wailing and agoniz
ing sounds. His appearance adds not a little to the effect of
his extraordinary powers. Tall and gaunt, with a cadaverous
face, sunken eyes of hectic transparency, hollow and
long, lank, dark locks, falling down to his shoulders, he is an
admirable personification of that enthusiasm of which he is the
victim. He is, or was very much like the portraits I have seen
of Irving, the mad Scotch preacher, who set all London in a
ferment some years ago. It is said that such is the effect of his
performance upon his nervous, excitable temperament, that it
often incapacitates him for some days after. There is no al
fectation about him, but rather an awkward stiffness, and his
bow is so constrained and uncouth, that it has been facetiously
observed to be just such a reverence as a lobster might be sup
posed to make. His performance on one string I look upon as
a mere tour de force, an object of vulgar curiosity, and would
not mention it, but for the story by which it is generally ex
plained. It was reported and generally believed, that he bad
suffered a long imprisonment for having assassinated his wife.
His sole resource was his violin, and having but a small supply
of catgut, as the story goes, in order to economize, he learned
to dispense with three of the usual number of strings. This
melo-dramatic tale added much to the curiosity and interest
which be inspired. People looked upon him with a mysterious
dread, as a sortof demon incarnate. He was perhaps the devil
who played for the sleeping Tartini. The magic artist never
deigned to contradict the story, until walking one day on the
boulevards of Paris, he saw in a shop window a picture repre
senting himself with a fiendlike countenance, plunging a dag
ger into the bosom of the imploring Mrs. Paganini. Hecould
not stand the joke carried thus far, and accordingly addressed
a letter to one of the public journals, declaring that there was
not the slightest foundation for the tale, aud appealing to re
spectable persons, who had known him from his infancy for the
truth of bis averment. From this letter it appeared that he
had been a musical- prodigy from his infancy, and that his
whole life had been devoted to the cultivation of his divine art.
In fact he had never been married. Little Miss Watson, who
eloped with, or rather to him, does not seem to have regarded
him as a monster. The story however is founded upon a fact
which occurred in Italy, partially as represented, more than a
century ago. I heard Paganini several limes in Florence, in
the presence of the court and brilliant audiences, upon which
he always produced the most extraordinary impression.
Debating Scene.—Mr. President, the question to be ex
cussed is this:—Aie ardent spirits a benefit to the whole inhu
man race, or is it not? Now I, Mr. President contends that
they is. Only look sir, at our noble ancestors in future years;
they lived to a most numerous age !
Pro—Mr. President, I stand here and contend against my
adveßary, that ardent spirits is radically beneficial to mortali
ty. How many thousands are going ahead every day at some
grand enterprise stimulated through hexerlion by this very kind
of spirits. How many generations of young men do we see
every day, rising up around us like the bootiful smoke ascend
ing from a tar kill even before bread came into vogue. If the
gentleman can now proceed with all these facts staring him in
the face, I beg to close my argument. [Boston Post.
Our Conscience—-Our Country— Our Parly.
THE YOUNG BRIDE.
Emma had wheeled the sofa in front of the fire, and as
Charles seated himself beside her, he was a happy fellow.—
I Alas ! he had only as yet drank the bubbles on the cup. Em
ma looked lovely, for the glow of the warm coal fire had given
1 a bloom to her usually pale cheek, which heigtened the lusttire
1 of her dark eyes. But there came a shade of thought over
1 Emma’s brow, and her husband instantly remarked it. It is
strange how a husband sees clouds over his liege lady’s brow.
It was the first that Charles ever saw there, and it excited his
tenderest inquiries. Was she unwell? Did she wish for any
» thing ? Emma hesitated ; she blushed and looked down.—
Charles pressed to know what had cast such a shadow over her
spirits. “I fear you will think me very silly—but Mary
French has been sitting with me this afternoon. “Oh, no, but
you may recollect we began to keep house at nearly the same
time, only they sent by Brent to New York for carpeting.—
Mary would make me w alk down to Brent’s store this evening
with her, and he has bought two—they are such loves.”—
Charles bit his lips. “Mary, she continued, “said you were
doing first-rate business, and she was sure you would never let
that odious Wilton lay in the parlor, if you once saw that
splendid Brussels ; so rich and so cheap—only $75.
Now the ‘odious Wilton’ had been selected by Charles’
mother, and presented to them; and the color deepened on his
cheek, as his animated bride continued, “Suppose we walk
down to Brent’s and look at it; there are only two, and it
seems a pity not to secure it.”
“Emma,” said Charles, gravely, “you are mistaken if you
suppose my business will justify extravagance. It will be use
less to look at the carpet, as we have one that will answer very
well, and is perfectly new.”
Emma’s vivacity (led, and she sat awkwardly picking her
nails. Charles felt embarrassed—he drew out his watch and
put it back—whistled, and finally spying a periodical on Em
ma’s table, began to read aloud some beautiful verses. His
voice was well formed, and he soon entered into the spirit of
the writer and forgot his embarrassment; when looking into
Emma’s eyes, how was he surprised, instead of the glow of
sympathetic feelings he expected to meet, losee her head bent
in her hands, evident displeasure on her brew, and a tear trick
ling slowly down htr cheek.
Charles was a sensible young man—l visit there were more
of them—and he reflected a moment before he said, “Emma,
my love, get your bonnet and your cloak on, and walk with
me, if you please.” Emma looked as if she would like to'pout
a little longer, but Charles said ‘cone’ with such a serious
gravity on his countenance, that Emmt thought proper to ac
cede ; and nothing doubting that it was to purchase the carpet,
took his arm with a smile of triumph. They crossed several
streets in the direction of Brent’s, untilthey at last stood before
the door of a miserable tenement in a lack street.
“Where in the world are you taking me ?” inquired Emma,
shrinking back. Charles quietly led ler forward, and lifting a
latch, they stood in a little room, arcund the grate of which
three small children were hovering closer and closer, as the
cold wind swept through the crevicet in the decayed walls.—
An emaciated being, whose shrunk features, sparkling eye and
flushing cheek, spoke a deadly consunption, lay on a wretched
low bed, the slight covering of which barely kept her from
freezing; while a spectral babe, whose black eyes looked un
naturally large from its extreme thinness, was endeavoring to
draw sustenance from its dying mother.
“How are you to-day Mrs. Wright?” quietly inquired
Charles. The woman feebly raised herself on her arm. “Is
that you Mr. West? oh, how glad I am you are come—but
your mother?” “Has not been at home for a month ; and the
lady who promised to look after yoti in her absence, only in
formed me to-day of your increased illness.” “I have been
very ill,” she replied, sinking back on her straw bed. Emma
drew near; she arranged the pillow and bed-clothes over the
sufferer, but her heart was too full to speak. Charles observed
it and felt satisfied. “Is that beautiful girl your bride? I
heard you were married.” “Yes, and in my mother’s absence
she will see you do not suffer.” “Bless you Charles West;
bless you for a good son of a good mother; may your wife de
serve you—and that is wishing a good deal of her. You are
very good to think of me” she said looking at Emma, “and you
are just married !” Charles saw that Emma could not speak,
and he hurried her home, promising to send the woman some
wood that night. The moment Emma reached home, she
burst into tears. “My dear Emma,” said Charles, soothing
ly, “I hope I have not given you too severe a shock on the
miseries of others, that properly appreciate our own happiness.
Here is a purse containing $75; you may spend it as you
please.”
It is unnecessary to add that the “odious Wilton” kept its
place; but the shivering children of want were taught to bless
the name of Emma West, which formed the last articulate mur
mur on the lips of the dying sufferer. [Hempstead Courier.
DISTINCTIONS.
To the man of sense, who views society as a necessary com
pact of intelligent beings, met for mutual benefit upon the broad
ground of equality, those petty distinctions founded on the
possession of wealth, or other extraneous appendages of
character, appear ridiculous and amusing. In this country,
where the boast of equality is upon every lip, there are more
distinctions in society than in any other country in the world ;
and there arc grades of aristocracy, in each of which there is
more of exclusiveness manifested than among the nobility and
gentry of any kingdom in Europe.. There are distinctions in
society which should always exist, on the perpetuity of which
sound morality greatly depends. They consist in the various
phases exhibited by virtue and vice; and the more vicious a
member of the compact- becomes, broader and more decided
should the virtuous draw the line of distinction, which should
never be passed except on an errand of mercy by the latter, to
reclaim the former. This is a distinction of character, depend
ing upon the violation of each, not on any fortuitous circum
stances, and consequently is a legiiimate distinction. But to
see men building their structure of superiority upon the sandy
and uncertain foundation of riches, upon the fame of some dis
tinguished progenitor, or upon the more foolish and ridiculous
idea that one employment is more genteel than another, excites
the smile of mingled pity and contempt upon the lips as the sen
sible. Yet we daily meet with those who assume superiority on
these grounds, and it is to this practice, arising from the error
of the judgment, or the absolute want of common sense, that
we may ascribe nine-tenths of the evils which the harmony of
society has disturbed.
Several years since, we made a journey to a thriving village
in a neighboring county, and while tarrying at the house of a
friend, saw a practical illustration of the above remarks. A
social party had gathered on the occasion of the return of
another birth-day of one of our friend’s daughters, and it was
really a congregation of pretty and cheerful faces. During the
evening a cotilion was proposed, and couples immediately
formed upon the floor. From a retired corner come a neatly
dressed young man, withan intelligent countenance and pleas
ing address, and invited a gay butterfly girl, who seemed dis
posed to flirt with every body, to join in the dance. She
scarcely deigned a recognition, and coldly refused. The
young man bit his lips, while the flush of offended pride.monnted
lo his cheeks, and passing to the opposite side of the room,
found his hand acceptable to a pretty, modest miss, and in a
moment more they were moving in the dance.
“ Who was that young man?” asked a merchant’s clerk,
addressing the coquette first mentioned.
“ He is an impudent puppy,” responded the frail one, curl
ing her pretty lip haughtily ; “ he is nothing but a mechanic,
and I wonder at his presumption in asking me to dance !”
“ ’Twas presumptuous indeed, and extraordinarily and shock
ingly imperlite,” responded the clerk, tucking in the ruffles of
his dickey, and throwing one leg over the other m an impor
tant attitude. “ I wonder that Mr. was not more select
in choosing the members of this ’ere party. But so it is ; so
ciety here is gittin’ as bad as Bosting and other inderaceoits
places, where gentlemen are continually perforated with these
ere internal mechanics. You done right, miss, awfully right,
in scorning lo accept sich like company.”
“So says Miss Ann—don’t you Ann ?” said the indignant
is coquette, addressing her butterfly companion.
“ Yes, you did, Hetty—and I’ll be hanred if I’d dance with
i- one of them are mechanics, if I never did But do look ! as
n sure as eggs, the impertinent fellow is dancing with Judge
e A s Phillippina. I think she ought to be ashamed of her-
r self, for sich a disgrace in open company.”
s “She’s astonishingly foolish,” said the clerk, shifting his legs
’. importantly. “ But come, Miss Hetty, will you dance ?”
s “ With all my heart,” said Miss Hetty, and they simultane
y otisly spiang to the floor.
We listened to this colloquy with superlative contempt for
r the utterers, and having formed an opinion of their characters,
y from the index just given, resolved to discover that of the
t young man. We ascertained that he was a coachmaker, re
e spectably connected, of industrious habits, possessed of a mind
- far above the ordinary standard, and withall well cultivated.
j He viewed society as a man of sense ought, and presumed that
- equality should or ought to exist within the circle of asocial
e party. Courtesy prompted him to offer his hand to the haughty
t coquet, and the refusal wounded his fine feelings. But they
t were healed by the frank and courteous address of the daugh
ter ol Judge 8., and in truth, a motive more exalted than mere
courtesy actuated them both. They were betrothed, but the
s gossips had not yet heard the secret. While leading the mod
i est E.nnia to the cotilion ring, he looked with proper contempt
t upon the haughty Hester M , the misguided daughter of a
broken merchant. She drew a line of distinction between her
i self and the honest mechanic, while he also traced a demarca-
- tion. Hers was drawn by an erroneous judgment, his by cor
f rect principles. The sequel is brief. The mechanic became
soon the son-in-law ot Judge 8., emigrated to Indiana, and al
r the last election in that State, was chosen a member of the pop
-1 ular branch of its legislature.
A flentseasons of flirtation and coquetry, Hester M be-
s came the wife of the “ engaging” young clerk, who, carrying
f his exclusive principles into his business relations, and endeav
> oring to ape bis wealthy neighbors, was soon numbered with a
f list of bankrupts, and now gains but a scanty pittance in the
metropolis as a third rate clerk. There are distinctions in so-
■ ciety, but they are too often drawn by ignorance or erring judg
ment.- Poughkeepsee Casket,
’ INFLUENCE OF THE CHARACTER OF WASH
INGTON.
. In practical mutters men are mainly taught by example. It
I is cheap wisdom to proclaim to the world that ambition ought
! not to corrupt the heart of the successful chieftain, and that
having served or even saved the country, furnishes no title to
enslave it. So long as the universal experience of mankind
runs to the contrary, and no one capable of abusing power is
found to miss the opportunity, these maxims pass for a kind of
ascetic morality, which bypocrits preach and simpletons believe.
Each new tyrant and usurper finds his conduct justified, not
merely by the example of his predecessor, but a kind of com
mon understanding among them, that power, as of course, is
to be abused. The more splendid the career, and the more daz
zling the success of a conquerer, and the more complete the tri
umph over the liberties of other countries and his own, the
more diffusive and abiding the corruption of his own example.
Alexander, and Caesar, and Napoleon, have done more to per
vert public opinion, and debauch the judgment of the young,
than can be undone by all mere inculcation of principle*. The
success of the party of Csesar, after he himself was struck down,
drove Brutus at once to the conclusion, that Virtue was but a
name; and who can undertake to say, how much energy of
character has been misdirected, how much mad ambition has
been awakened, how many wars waged, and how much blood
shed, in the lapse of ages, in consequence of setting up before
the world the spectacle of an empire co-extensive with the uni
verse and perpetuated through ages, which was founded on the
criminal ambition of one man. When the books fail to furnish
. an effectual counterpoise to this bad influence, and men are
ready, like Brutus, in despair, to fly to the conclusion that there
is no sphere of activity for Goodness in the province of civil
government; that this world belongs of necessity to a political
anti-christ; a character like WASHINGTON arises, like the
sun of righteousness, with healings in its wings. Virtue, sneered
at and mocked, takes courage. Disinterested labor for the
good of others emerges from the humble path of parochial char
ity. The intelligence of the mass of mankind, long derided
as visionary, and set at nought asnnpi acticable, feels itself vin
dicated and fortified. The world for a while looks on in in
credulous wonder. Distrustful expectation watches the steps
of the hero. His gracious words are beard with incredulity;
bis generous acts surveyed with doubt. The time is sorrow
fully foreboded, when the delusion will be over, the mask be
dropped, and the meagre, people loving Consul will expand
into the sleek and purple Dictator. But if he persevere in the
path of patriotism and duty ; if he march from victory to vic
tory with undated brow, and cling to the cause in disasters as
well as triumph ; if he consecrate his sword to the protection
of the law ; and, when the warfare is ended, if he send his army
to their homes, and abdicates his power which their devotion
confers on him, then indeed, it is cold praise to say he has
served, or even saved his country. He has served, and hu
manly speaking, saved his race. He has “ given ardor to
virtue, and confidence to truth.” He has led forth patriotism
from a cell and placed her on a throne. He has robbed the
tyrant of his plea, and shown that it is not necessary that man
kind should be enslaved; and from that time forward, till the
voice of history is struck dumb, wheresoever on the face of the
globe an effort is made to establish constitutional government,
here his example is present to furnish an ever ready answer to
theever ready objection that, though the theory is good, it is
impossible to put it into practice.— North American Review,
A DEAR KISS.
A curious trial was recently held at Middlesex Session, in
England. Thomas Saverland, the prosecutor, stated that on
the day after Christmas, he was in the tap-room where the de
fendant, Carolina Newtcft), and her sister, who had come from
Birmingham, were present. The latterjokingly observed that
she had promised her sweetheart that no man should kiss her
while absent. It being holiday time, Saverland considered
this a challenge, and caught hold of her and kissed her. The
young womon took it as a joke; but her sister, the defendant,
. said she would like as little ol that kind of fun as he pleased.—
Saverland told her, if she was angry he would kiss her also ;
he then tried to do it, and they fell to the ground. On rising, ‘
the woman struck him, he again tried to kiss her, and in the
scuffle she bit off his nose, which she spit out of her mouth.—
The action was brought to recover damages far the loss of the
nose. The defendant said he had no business to kiss her. If
she wanted kissing, she hod a husband to kiss her, a better
looking man than ever the prosecutor was. The jury without
hesitation acquitted her; and (he chairman said, that if any
man attempted to kiss a woman against her will, she had a right
to bite offhis nose if she had a fancy for so doing.
.NAPOLEON’S WIDOW.
In an account of the recent coronation of the of Aus
tria as King of Lowbardy, we find the follow ing short notice
'■ of Maria Louisa, the widow of Napoleon :
1 In the state carriage next lo that of the Emperor was the
widow of Napoleon, Maria Louisa. Her full form, ample
' countenance and careless or contented expression would seem
■to indicate that the vicissitudes of life have passed over her
without leaving'any deep traces or saddening recollections be-
’ ' hind.
How cold, heartless must be the breast of contented woman !
' She is now the wife, we believe, of some German noble, and
follows joyfully in the train of the legitimates, wherever they
move. Little did the Emperor of France, or the exile of St.
1 Helena, anticipate that this would be the fate of the mother of
his child anil the wife of his bosom.
■ There is perhaps not an instance of a man of genius having
, had a dull woman for bis mother, though many have had fath-
erffstupid enough in all conscience.
P. L. ROBINSON, PROPRIETOR.
t INDIAN ELOQUENCE.
What can be imagined more impressive than a warrior ris
-1 ing in the council to address those who bore the scarred marks
s of their title to fame and to captainship ? The dignified stat
■ tire —the easy repose of limbs—the graceful gesture—thedark,
speaking eye—excite admiration and expectation. We would
anticipate eloquence from an Indian. He has animating re
’ inembrances—a poetry of language, which exact rich and op
posite metaphorical allusions, even for ordinary conversation—
a mind which, like his body, has never been trammelled and
mechanicised by the formalities of society, and passions which,
from the very outward restraint imposed upon them, burn more
' fiercely w ithin. I here is a mine of truth in the reply of Red
Jacket, when called a warrior: “A warrior!” said he; “I am
• an Orator— l was born an Orator.”
I here are not many speeches remaining on record, but even
in this small number there is such a rich, yet varied vein of all
the characteristics of true eloquence, that we ever rise from
their perusal with regret that so few have been preserved. No
where can be found a poetic thought clothed in a more capti
vating simplicity of expression, than in the answer of Tecumseh
to Governor Harrison, in the conference at Vincennes. It con
tains a high moral rebuke and a sarcasm, heightened in effect
by an evident consciousness of loftiness above the reach of in
sult. At the close of his address he found that no chair had
been placed for him; a neglect which Governor Harrison or
dered to be remedied as soon as’ fliscovered. Suspecting, per
haps, that it was more an affront than a mistake, w ith an air of
dignity elevated almost to haughtiness, he declined the seat
proffered with the words, “Your father requests you to take a
chair,” and answered, as he calmly disposed himself on the
ground; “My father ! The sun is my father and the earth is
my mother. I will repose upon her bosom.
Some of the speeches of Shenendoah, a Celebrated Oneida
chief, contain the truest touches of natural eloquence. He liv
ed to a great age: and in his last oration in council, he opened
with the following sublime and beautiful sentence, “Brothers,
lam an aged hendock. The winds of an hundred winters have
whistled through my branches, and lam dead at the top.”—
Every reader who has seen a tall hemlock; with a dry and
leafless top surmounting its dark green foliage, will feel the
force of the simile, “I am dead at the top.” His memory, and
his vigorous powers of youth had departed forever.
No less felicitions was the close of a speech made by Push
mataha, a venerable chief, of a western tribe at a council held,
we believe, at Washington, many years since. In alluding to
his extreme age, to the probability, that he might not even sur
vive the journey back to his tribe, he said: “My children will
walk through the forests, and the Great Spirit will whisper in
the tree tops, and the flower spring up in the trails—but Push
mataha will hear not —he will see the flowers no more. He
will be gone. His people will know that he is dead. The
news will come to their ears, as the sound of the fall of a migh
ty oak in the stillness of the woods. [Knickerbocker.
From the Alabama
A PENITENTIARY.
Under our present criminal code, when an individual is con
victed of the crime of arson, he is subject to two years impris
onment, or less, at the discretion of the jury. During the time'
of his incarceration, the State is bound to support him ; which
lor the two years, will cost at least three hundred dollars.—
The fund to discharge the debt must be collected from the
community at large. Thus society is injured, in the first place,
by an infraction ol an important law ; then it must expend a
considerable sum of money to punish the offender, which pun
ishment is but little more than comfortable seclusion, failing
entirely to meet the intention of punishment, for all of which
nothing is received in return.
Let us suppose that there are constantly sixty-one criminals
in our State prisons; the imprisonment of each costing the
State one hundred and fifty dollars per annum; which amounts
to an annual tax of SII,OOO. Then let us inquire what it
would cost the Slate to furnish her criminals, had we a Peni
tentiary. e
We have been credibly informed, that there are generally
about two hundred convicts in the Penitentiary of Tennessee.
The late annual report of this institution, shows that the labor
ot each criminal yields the State a profit of ninety dollars per
annum. From the present moral character of our State, we
think, if we had a penitentiary, we might safely calculate on
as many “customers” as the one in our neighboring State has
generally had. Two hundred criminals, producing ninety
dollars each, will yield the Stale a revenue of SIB,OOO. Add
to this sum, the SII,OOO which is now annually expended in
the punishing of malefactors, and w<; will have a fund ofs29 ( -
000 per annum.
With this, annual revenue, our State, if disposed to expend
it in that way, could keep employed thirty-eight school teach- •
ers, who, with thirty pupils each, would keep constantly at
school eleven hundred and forty of those poor children whose
parents are wholly unable to educate them. Thus vicious
persons, who are not disposed to conform to the laws would be
confined where they could not commit crime, to labor for the
education and rearing of young men and women, who would
make useful members of society. By this mode of punishment,
then, we would not only restrain vice and promote virtue, but
would advance the arts and sciences. We would become more
intelligent as well as more moral, w ithout which our republican
institutions cannot be perpetuated. In support of this propo
sition, we need only to refer to the history of Greece and Rome
for convincing arguments. When these nations were virtuous
and gave their attention to the arts and sciences, they prosper
ed. But when they became vicious, and neglected the culti
vation of the arts and sciences, they went to ruin,
Up TO ANY thing.—A good anecdote is told of the Rev.
J. L. Weems, that eloquent biographer of Washington. Il is
not only known that Mr. Weems wrote books, but that he ped
dled them also. In one of his excursions of this nature, he ac
cidently fell in with a pair of young people who were about to
get married. Mr. Weems having made himself known, was im
mediately applied to, to perform the ceremony of uniting them
in wedlock. After this important matter had been settled, the
idea very naturally suggested itself to some of the company,
that a dance woold be very proper on the occasion. Mr.
Weems had no objection ; and the only difficulty appeared to
be to render the proposal practicable, was that they had no
fiddler. It was whispered the difficulty could be overcome if
certain arrangements could be made. Accordingly, a curtain
was suspended from the ceiling, extending from one side of the
room to the other, and presently behind it was heard the thumb
ing and tuning of a violin, and soon after the merry dance
began. All things went gaily and merrily for a while, but sud
denly the curtain was torn loose, when lo! who should
company behold but the Reverend J. L. Weems, fiddling away
as if for poor dear life itself; but really for the amusement of th*
dancers. It is certainly a happy faculty to be able lo turn
one’s hand to anything. Mr. Weems was one of the most elo
quent preachers ot his time—one of the chastest writers — an
honest pedler—a first rate fiddler; and above all, a good man.
[Baltimore Sun.
I he subject of using iron of American manufacture in the con
structinn ol rail roads is begining to attract public attention in
L’ennsylvania, and a proposition is made in the Philadelphia U. S.
Gazette to employ iron rails manufactured Pennsylvania on the
proposed rail road from Eric»to the Susquehanna!). The quantity
of iron required for a double track of 250 miles in lenght, is e.stima
ted at about 200 tons per mile for both tracks, exclusive of cliain,
spikes As. JJ’he cost of English iion is set down at about $65 per
ten in Philadelphia. The expense of tiunsporting this irlfii front
that city to the place at which it is wanted, would be about sls per
ton, or about $750,000 for this item alone, which is of course so
much in favor of the American materia), and which, it is said, would
lie sufficient capital for tho establishment of immense iron woiks
near the route oi the proposed rail-road. As, in addittion to this
cost, the english iron would be also burdened with freight, insurance
and other charges, it js thought at least wot th the experiment to
ascertain whether American iron cannot be afforded at a cheaper
rate titan the imported article.
WIIOLfr: WD. 259.