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BY STOCKTON & CO, OUR TERM§, The following are-the rate* of Bub*cripyofi: Duly, one year flo 90 Wksklt, one year $3 00 Into Mary's Bosom. BY THE AITHOR OF “ JOBS HALIFAX, OKSYLF.MA X.” {lt wan a mediaeval /fliperetitlon that women dying in childbed did not go into purgatory, but were carried direct Into the bo>om ot the Mother of God ] Mary, mother of all mother*, First In love arid pain,—on earth Having known, above ail other*, * My*teri‘‘* of death and birth. Take from travail wore reloaded, One yiore mother to thy brea*t! She, like thee, wan pure and good, Happy-hearted, voting and sweet; Given to prayer, of Dorcas mood, Open hand and active feet; Nought missed from her childless life In her full con'ent as wife. But God said—(though no one heard, Neither friend nor husband dear)— ' , ‘• Be it according to My weird: Other lot awaits thee here: One more living soul must be Born into this world—for Me.” 80,.as glad as autumn-leaf Hiding the small hud of spring, She, without one fear’or grief, Her “ Magnificat” did sing : And his wondrous ways adored, Like the handmai i of the Lord. Nay, as neared her solemn day Which brought with it life or death, Still her heart kept light and gay, Still her eyes of earnest faith Smiled, will deeper peace possessed— “ He will do what seems Him best.” And He did. He led her, brave In her blindfold childlike trust, To the threshold of the grave— To His palace-gate. All,just lie must be, or could not, here, Thus so merciless appear. He must see with larger eyes, lie must love with de-per love:— We, half-loving, scarce half-wise, Clutch at ihose He doth remove; See no cause for—struggle long With our sharp mysterious wrong. But for her, dear saint! gone up “Into Mary’s bosom” straight, All the honey of her cup Yet unspilled—not left to wait ’Till her milky mother-breast Felt the sword-thru•■t, like the rest. Eight sweet days she had full stored With her new maternal bliss O’er her man-child from the Lord- Then he took her. So, to this Meit her seven and twenty years : Gone, like night when moin appears. Let the February sun, Shining on the bursting buds, And the baby life begun, And the bird life In the wo ids— On her grave still califily shine, With a beauty all Divine. Though we cannot trace God’s way*, They to her may plain a- pear. And her voice that sang His praise May stUl sing it, loud and clear, O’er tl is silence of death-sleep- • Wondering at thoscawho weep. Th’us, Oar Father, one by one Into Thy bright house we go, With our work undone or done, With our footsteps swift or slow. Dark the door that doth div.de— But, O God, the other side. [.flood Words. [ From the National Intelligencer. Bummer Sweet. ay r. s. n. r. Bmmer sweet, I greet thee With a joyous thrill; Summer sweet, once again My soul’s goblet till To the brim with splendor— To the brim wii h light— Rivaling in grhndeur Day and starry night! In thy month of roses, Scaroe a year ago, A good fairy whispered, In a silvery flow Os the sweetest music E’er a voice Knew Words of mystic meaning That o’er free heart threw. Spells of sweetest rapture Thrilling every cord, Waking a now gladness At each magic word 1 In thy month of roses Pell my soul to dreaming; In thy month of roses its lair dawn was beaming. Beaming ’thwart the fntuic Into bursting day.; Beaming into brightness As the joyous May ! Ere the summer ended • Wildly throbbed my soul With a strange, deep gladness Brooking no control Now another summer, Just as fair and bright, Is dawning into beauty With a gladder light; For my heart well knoweth How mu. h more than scem'ng Is the snell love throweth O’er the soul that’s dreaming. And when truth and honor Gem each earnest vow, Could I wish a frighter. Sweeter, happier now* Summer sweet, I greetGioe, With a joyous heart; May the light thou bringest From it ne’er depart! Washisgtox, D. C. A New Poem by Jean Ingelow. mmmm '*— • The following is from the new volume of Jean Inee low't poems, in the press of Roberts Brothers, Boston. THT KINGDOM COM*. Thy kingdom come. I heard a seer cry : “ The vri’derness, The solitary place, Shall yet be glad for Him, and He shall bless (Thy kingdom come) with His revealed face The forests : they shall drop their precious gu ", And shed for nim their balm; ana He Shall yield The grandeur of His speech to charm the field. “ Then ail the soothed winds shall drop to listen, (Thy kingdom come,) Comforted waters waxen calm shall glisten > With bashful tremblement beneath His smile ; ‘ And echo over the while Shall take, and in her awfuljoy repeat, The laughter of His *ips—(Thy kingdom home ;) And hills that sit apart shall be no longer dunjb; No, they shall shout and shout: Raining their lovely loyalty along the dewy plain ; And valh ys round about. “ And all the well-contented land, made sweet With flowers she opened at His feet, Still answer; shout and make the welkin ring, And tell it to the stars, shout, shout, and sing; ner cup being fuU to the brim Her poverty made rich with. Him, “ Her yearning satisfied to the utmost sum— Lift up thy v ice, O Earth, prepare thy soDg, It shall not yet be long, Tift up, O Earth, for He shall come train, Thy Lord : and He shall reign, and If* shall reign— Thy kingdom come.” The Poet's Bed. BY JUI.ES JANIN. The poet Arch las was for a time celebrated after the admirable defense Pro Archia Poeia, one of the noblest works of the Roman orator. In these really eloquent pages, about a perse cuted poet, Cicero wrote the noblest and most | touching tribute ever paid in honor of poet and writer. All Rome applauded this«dmirablenr ' gument, and the poet’s’rights as a Roman citi zen were preserved. But after Che applause el | the oration had died away other events had oc‘ | enrred, the most sombre hoursf)f the republic had come ; amid civil, wars, in im height of the dispute between Pompey and Cffienr, between Cleopatra and young Octavius, Rome forgot all about Archias, the poet. Archias had had his day, that-day which does not shine twice for most mortals. Poetry glittering with genius and novelty shone with unexpected flame when the empire was established, and the unfashion- j able poets were relegated to forgetfulness. The ; new poets who took Archias’ place were Vir- ' gil, Horace, Propertins and Tibullus. A few ' days before Augustus and before Maecenas, and a few days after the death of Horace, the poet j Arqhiaa expired in solitude and silence. Even J his next door neighbors knew not who he was. , He died the death of the true poet, and his laud lord levied on the wretched furniture, which was everything his humble tenant possessed. The auction sale was confided to one Yultieius Me nas, who was likewise a toy of fortune. Phil ippus, a great Roman lawyer, a man of firm and generous mind, was returning home one summer’s day about 2 o’clock, saying to him self age had already greatly increased the dis tance between the Forum and the Carina. As be went his way he noticed in a barber’s shop a man new-shaved, quietly cleaning his finger nails with a small knife. He said to his slave, “Demetrius, go find out who that man is, whence he comes, if he be rich, free or a citi zen.” Demetrius went, returned and replied, “ His name is Vulteius Menas, he is an auc tioneer and seller ot old furniture by trade; he has not much money, but he has a stainless name. He works hard, and rests himself. He earns money and spends it freely. He lives like ,ji good neighbor among people of his rank in life. He is not averse from the theatre, and when the day’s labors are over, he is not the last man who goes to the Campus Martins.”— Thereupon lawyer Philippus, a little jealous of that easy happiness, invited good man Vultcius Menas to "dine with him. In the course of a week they became quite well acquainted, .and Philippus carried him to his country seat. A month afterwards Philippus bought a little farm and gave it to him. The year'had not ended when poor Vulteius Menas, lean and bent dou ble, abandoned rural happiness, and made haste to return to town and reopen his auctioneer’s shop. The first transaction in which Vulteius Menas (to his great delight, once more an auc tioneer,) was employed was to sell poor Arch ias’ furniture. Vulteius Menas had become unused to the' sight of the secret misery of men while living on such intimate term? with Philippus, (whose house was open to him as his own), and when it became ne cessary to inventory the rent mantles, the ripped togas, the worn-out medals, of the poor wretch Cicero had called his friend, Vulteius Menas became sad unto death. “Alas!” said he, “I saw my friend Philippus’ lortune allied with the honors of eloquence, and I came near dying of the monotoness of life. To-day I-see the poverty and wretchedness of the poet’s life, and I know not if I shajl earn my day’s ex penses!” Nevertheless, he began to challenge bids from the Roman mob for this lot or that lot of trash left by the dead man ; a cracked eup of Evander’s days, a copy of Cicero’s De Offidis made by the dead poet himself, a volume con taining the fourth book of the AEneid, another filled with Ovid’s Art of Love., Beside# these there were some questionable curiosities, vrtiich Archias had received in exchange for his epithalamia aud his canticles in praise of the emperor. Some letters were sold which bore the seal of Torquatos or of Builatius, or of Vinios Asina. Lastly came the most valuable object of the sale—a bed whose slabs were half broken, whose three legs were maimed, whose head-board was all cracked and worm-oaten, the mattress was of shapeless wool and as hard as stone, the bedclothes were well-nigh worn out, and a goat’s skin lay tbssed by chance upon this wretched couch. ’Twa« the goat’s skin Melibseus, the shepherd, dragged after him, and abandoned on a sterile rock. ’Twas most mournful to see! You would not have bid a slave sleep on those uneasy planks! The auctioneer cried : “Who will give me two oboli for this handsome bed ?” and as be spoke he secretly thought even that would be an obolus too much. Neverthless two obli were bid. He was about to knock it d<*vn, when a voice in the crowd cried, “I bid a hundred talents!” Vulteius Menas became alarmed, he thought himself the butt of some practical joker; but then this un expected bidder seemed as serious as could be. Vulteius Menas began to cry a hundred talents. Thereupon a second bidder cried. “ Two hun dred talents!” In fine, this wretched couch, or rather this shameful mass of rags and tatters rose from bid to bid until it reached one thou sand talents. The spectators and Vulteius Menas himself thereupon imagined a treasure must be concealed under these rags. The auc tioneer cried, “ A thousand talents 1” At the same instant two plaiu litters drew near ; in the first one could catch a glimpse of the Emperor Augustus, easily recognised by his profile paled by protracted vigils. In the second lay ex hausted by fever and other diseases, the dying Maecenas. The two litters came together and the throng respectfully stood aside. Then Maecenas said to the Emperor: “ What, Lord! ’tis you who are my rival ? Eternal gods! what charms can this wretched couch have in vonr eyes ? ” Augustus replied: “ Alas ! sleep I cannot; sleep has wholly abandoned me ; if at times I doze a moment, I see in fear ful dreams all the victims pf my proscrip tions ! Sometimes Cicero’s ghost rises before me, saying : * Remember the triumvirate!’— Then I see his eloquent head hnng on the tribune, and our rostri look astounded that such should be the ' horrible recompense i of the Ihttaer of his country. Then quite ! i tindoue by remorse and seeking, let the price I I be what it may, a little forgetfulness and quiet I j slumber, I thought purchauce I might fiud them on this lowly bed, whose wretched master though poverty-stricken and forsaken by all’ I slept soundly stark-naked in hil dirt, and 1 therefore, I bid for it.” Maecenal replied in a I low tone—“ Lord, you should not make in a j public square these melancholy confessions of I the sorrows of power. Besides, do not the glory and majesty of you* reign absolve vour ! past career ? But I, too, am bereft of sleep—l who am but vonr follower in that path, who applauded vonr least caprices* who was’ your lawful counselor, who became the accomplice and the flatterer of your most deplorable days. lam forsaken by sleep. There is not a night of all these nights—tarth’s last nights to me ! | which is not full of terrors. You feel regret. I am stung by remorse, and therefore I sought to purchase the abandoned and miserable bed of poor Archias, that in it I might taste one hour of sleep !” These explanations exchanged, the master and the courtier were borue away in their litters, and soou disappeared arouud the street corner. Good Volteius Monas, who did not elearly un- I derstand the incident which had occurred, be- I gan to bawl; “ A thousand talents—going.” ! At this cry the crowd hurst into a Homeric laugh, and that wretched mass of rags and rub , bish whieh had attained so high a price, fell once more to two oboli. But the bidder who first offered this' sum of money had had time to repent of his offer, and Archias’ bed re mained on the auctioneer’s hands. AUGUSTA, .-GA,, WEDNESDAY MORNING, JULY 10, 1867, For the Girls-r-How to Get a Husband. From an excellent communication published in the Columbus (Mis§.) Index , of June 8' we copy the following “ expressly for the girls Being old, and .therefore allowed license for teasing the girls cm matrimonial subjects, I con sult them about their future prospects often, and find that the opinion obtains with them, ’ that the young men were never so slow in pn - posi >g as in these days; which, we must admit, ‘gives them a good, not to say all-powerful rea son for not taking a husband. Now, young ladies, the whole secret with nine-tenths of you, of not being ablg to get off your parents’ hands, is simply this: you don’t know how to work. You can’t keep house. You can’t make a pair of breeches. You can’t tell,.for the life of you, the difference between bfan and .shorts or which cow gives the buttermilk. The young men generally came out of the WaY “with the skin of their teeth,” with no fortune, I might say, but their wardrobes of gray and their canteens, and tq marry with them now, rest assured, re lates more to making a living with' the assist ance of a loving, industrious help-mate, than indulging in opera music, moonshine and po etry. Do you know what they say of one of your butterfly young ladies who has held them iii the parlor engaged by the hour listening to “ ele gant nothings ?” Nineteen times out of twenty is this—“ Well, she is all right for an evening’s entertainment, but she will not make a good wife!” There is no possible objection to the accom plishments of music, painting, and the like, as such, but the idea is to be able to set these par lor amusements aside for the period when the stern duties-of married life call for your prac tical knowledge. Show the 3-outig men that you can do your part of double-business ; that you can cook a meal’s victuals on a pinch; that you cap sweep up, and dust,, and darn old stockings, and save a penny toward an accu mulated pound ; that you will not be a dead expense to him through life. Believe me, young friends, as many true, heroic, womanly hearts beat over household duties, as flutter beneath the soft light of a parlor chandelier. Your kiss is just as sweet, your smiles just as bright, your heart as happy and tender, after a day’s exertion in a sphere worthy of time womanhood, as in places of dissipation, frip pery and silly amusement. Have an ambition to do your part iu life ; cultivate industrial habits, and let the parlor accomplishments go with the higher accomplishments I have roughly enumerated. It is astonishing how soon a domestic .young lady is found out aud appre ciated. It is because she is such a rare excep tion to the general rule. [From the lndianapolis Herald. How a Young Man Goes to Bed. A few days since we published an extract from a story in the Land tee Love , written by Miss Fanny Downing. It was entitled, “ How a Young Lady Goes to Bed,” and although not an entire stranger to a lady’s boudoir, we can not assure the less enlightened of our sex of the fidelity or truthfulness of Miss Fanny’s sketch. Doubtless it afforded great satisfaction to tbe majority of male -readers; it did to us, we know, and as a slight return we intend to disclose to her sex the manner in which a young man goes to bed, and shall cite as an example one of our own acquaintances. For con venience we adopt the same style in which the other was wriiten, aim use the past tense. Dismissing his fuddled companion of the evening at tbe street door, Master George per formed the task of ascending the two flights of stairs leading to his own room, and noiselessly as the weakness of his knees would admit, and without other assistance than that of his own unsteady lingers grasping along the walls.— Upon reaching the room the coat was removed and flung at the back of the nearest chair; the vest was handled more carefully, as the pocket contained his watch, but the pantaloons came off with a jerk. After filling and lighting his pipe he pro* ceeded with the preliminaries. Some recent purchases were taken from a coat pocket, and part placed upon the mantle aud the balance stowed away in a trunk to be used as circum stances might require. With much tugging, growling aud swearing, the boots were re moved, and the last one, being unusually trou blesome, received an impetus from the foot that sent it flying to the furthermost corner. Removing then a pair of socks (that should have been in the washerwoman’s tub,) an ear nest and protracted inspection of the feet en sued, the young man indulging in speculations as to whether or no those blasted corns would prevent his appearing in “them new boots,” at “that little gathering” to-morrow uight. The delicate paper collar (size immaterial,) was lastly torn off, and beiug soiled on both sides from turning, was disdainfully tossed toward the fireplace, and the neck-tie flung on the foot of the bed. The usual slow progress of removing the shirt was ignored on this occasion ; several im patient jerks, and then with a sudden 6tretch upward with the bony arras, off went buttons, rip went muslin, and the angular shoulders of the wearer “rose in unrestricted freedom.”— The “snowy” night shirt was then drawn over the head, aud its delicate cotton tape bind ing and graceful folds of brown canton flannel left (o accommodate themselves to circum stances. “ A puff of fragrant breath ” redolent of bad gin and lemon from a pair of tobacco stained lips, and out went the light, and down went the pipe on the table. Not beiug so fortunate as to have any “ Mandy ” for a room-mate, and the household domestics being aged and dis crete, he did no. leave the door unbolted, but with a growl at the baeheloric solitude of his couch, jerked down the “ kiver,” plunged with in, pressed his innocent head on the pillow, and after several moments of twitching, turning aud grumbling, settled on his back and a fierce, attack of snoring ensued, which closes the scene. Imagine such a domestic existence as this linked to the etherial, dainty and refined “Miss Preston.” Enjoy your maidenly Drivileges and arrangements whilrytm can, Charlie,” for we fear that a variety of circumstances in wedded life would ruthlessly interfere with the systematic course ascribed to you in preparing for a night’s rest. Thinning Fruit.— Every lartner knows his nocks and herds do better by selecting out the smaller and weaker ones, and the principle is one that applies with special force to the judi cious thinning of all kinds of fruit. Many years ago an experienced and practical fruit grower in Pennsylvania made a statement that by goine over his grape vine and taking out two-thirds of the smaller grapes upon the bunches or clusters, the remaining grapes made tar better and heavier clusters than they would have done had the entire number of the bunch been allowed to grow. If the statement that the removal of so large a number of grapes rom a cluster seems rather too mafty to thin out, the following excellent hints from \he>Hor ticulturist upon thinuing fruit, will certainly be regarded as wise and sensible: “ “. lar .P e a " d choice well-favored fruit is wanted of any kind, it must be thinned out, re a few at a time from every part of the » a^ to iu ave the residlie pretty evenly J • J, h . e w ° rk cannot be all performed ' , . 1 11 therefore should be commenced ll ? th f season, the operator going over his tiees, bushes or vines from time to time, re ?K e and OBe there, as the eve meets it, and the evidence appears of the advan tage obtained by its removal. Early thinning, before the strength of the tree or vine is taxed | n the stoning or seeding, will avail much more than the same coarse afterward.” [From the New York Time*. Indictment of the Bankers’ and Merchants’’ Presentation Enterprise by the Grand Jury—Arrest of one of the Managers The readers of the Times have been advised of the seizure by the police of the books and other effects of the fiim of “Clark, Webster & Cos., who pretended to be the projectors and managers ot the lottery scheme known as the Bankers and Merchants’ Presentation Scheme, and having an office at No. 62 Broadway. At the first seizure in April last, the case dragged slowly through the Tombs Police Court, with no definite result, and on Friday last the estab lishment was again overhauled. Two of the persons now arrested have been required to find bail for examination -before Justice Ho gan. This lQttery scheme has been extensively advertised throughout the country, and the circulars sq prolusely scattered said that the capital stoek of the concern was $1,287,148, which had been invested in prizes, the first’pre mium being a cash prize of $75,000, and the second SoQ,OOO, with a descending scale, to en able every holder of a ticket to obtain a prize These tickets read as follows : lickets Bankers’ and Merchants’ -Presentation „ . Enterprise. Capital $1,287 148. This ticket entitles the ho’der to one share . . in the Grand Distribution at the Cooper Institute. Clarke . Webster <fc Cos. Bankers and Managers, o. 62 Broadway, New York. Goddess of Liberty. and were to be sold at ?t each, the scheme meeting with considerable success, judging from the extensive lists of agents and subserf hers- found by the police at the office, where three truck loads of tickets, pamphlets, envel-. opes, books of reference and account, and near ly every directory published iu the United States, were seized, all of which were placed in charge of the Police-Property Clerk, Mr. Bouck. Since that seizure Henr3 r E. Elias, who claims to be one of the firm, sued out a writ of reple vin upon the Property Cierk, demanding the surrender of his property, but he did nbt suc ceed. in obtaining.possession, for the police au thorities gave the necessary bonds, aiud retained the property their beeping, holding it until the decision of the civil court. The case was' then placed before the grand jury, who have formally indicted the firm of “Clark, Webster & C 0.,” or any of its representatives, for viola tion of the Qtate laws against lotteries, and as Mr. Henry E. Elias has rendered himself con spicuous in the matter, a bench warrant was issued tor his arrest by Recorder Hackett, and the accused was taken into custody jesterda>’ for trial. No doubt this will be the last appearance of “Clark, Webster & Cos.” iu the character of ad vertisers and managers of a lottery in behalf of the bankers and merchants of this city, who naturally feel scandalized and annoyed by the persistency with which the scheme has been foisted upon the notice of the public. The Wages of Women. —The custom from time immemorial seems to have been to pay a woman less than a man for doing the same work. Doubtless this relic of otiier ages arose from the fact that work assigned to women in other times was of a less skilful character than that of men, because mechanical pursuits were not so varied, and, with some few exceptions, are unfit avocations, on account of want ol strength, for the weaker sex. Sedentary employments, lighter and better suited to their powers, are fewer and probably not so profitable, and in consequence we have had foisted upon our bet ter civilization, and more varied demands for labor, a system evidently unjust and partial, because tbe standards of compensation in labor should be skill and industry; partial, because it makes a distinction for which there is no foun dation but that of false custom. It is time we were standing out of our own light in this mat ter, else the time may come', even in.prosperous Anicriea, when subsistence, not competence, will be the only object attainable by men or women ; because gradually women will be em ployed at the low rate of compensation, and men will be obliged to starve or work for the same remuneration. Another light in whieh we may look at this matter, and an important one, is its bad tendencies. Morality demands that we shall not, bv our abominable stickling for the customs of the past, force women to re sort to lives Os degradation, as we are doing now, in order to escape from the clutches of starvation. Justice, interest and morality de mand that the skilled labor of women should receive the same reward as that of men. f Philadelphia Star. Remarkable Discovery.—A few days ago while some workmen were excavating a cellar in Polk township, Monroe county, Indiana, the workmen struck what at first appeared to be a solid ledge of rock, and sitting down to rest one of their number began idly to pick at an apparent fissure, when a block of stbne, nearly two feet square, disappeared with a dull thump. The men went eagerly to work, and removing the bottom of the pit, disclosed a chamber with a six-foot ceiling, and eighteen by twenty-two feet within the walls, which are of solid, neatly seamed stone work. Ranged in rows, on rudely constructed platforms, were twelve skeletons, each with a tomahawk and arrow heads at their sides, ear rings and bracelets of solid silver lying where they dropped, and piles of what appeared to have been furs, in the centre of ihe platform, each pile crumbling to dust as soon ns exposed to the light. A number of tools, made ohcopper, and hardened equal to tbe best cast-steel, were also unearthed, and lresh dis coveries are being constantly made. Death of William White, Esq.— We re srret to announce the sudden death of Wm. White, Esq., proprietor of the Charleston Hotel, which occurred at the hotel last Saturday morn ing:. His disease was dropsy on the chest. Mr. White had complained for some time of being unwell, but on Friday was, as usual, superin tending the operations of the establishment.— The deceased was a native ot Rubkeale, Lim erick county, Ireland, and was in the forty-fifth year of his age. He had been connected with tbe Charleston Hotel from his arrival in this country, in 1849, up to the time of his death.— By industry and steadiness of character, he or-idually rose from various humble positions to the proprietorship, in 1863, of the establish ment with which he was connected. He was a quiet, unassuming citizen, but bad gained the esteem of all with whom he came in contact.— His funeral took place at St. Mary’s Church, Hasel street, at half-past four o’clock yesterday afternoon, and was very largely attended. His remains were interred in St. Laurence Cemetery Shipments to Europe — Oar shipping mer chants should endeavor to have at all times a vessel on the berth for Liverpool. It induces shipments from the interior and tends to keep business to Europe in its accustomed channels, throoo-h Charleston. We notice that Messrs. Courtenay & Trenholm have laid on the Nor wegian bark Kjeliestad, and as she is of small capacity, will be dispatched promptly, we have no doubt. Surely, there ought to be cotton and naval stores enough going forward to Europe even in this, the dullest SeasomoTthe year, to fill up several other similar ships during th.e snminer. Let transportation facilities be always available and we warrant that the freights will find out where the regular channels are to be found. \Chaihston Mercury, 2d. Another Racy Report from George Francis Train—Woman’s Suffrage—The National Debt. « The following kt a report from George Francis Trains Madison, Mo., speech on l female suffrage and on the National Debt. j He says : “ What about woman’s suffrage?” asked a Senator. “ I am for it.” Dike Senator Wade, I go for them. ' [Ap plause.] It is the only self-hedge we can •have on the negro’s voting. [Oh, and hisses.] I believe with these distinguished Senators, that a woman is a man aud a brother. [Loud cheers and laughter.]— Women are more virtuous than men; more moral, less brutal. Besides, women rule their homes—why not Itelp save the nation? [Applause,] Give us woman’s suffrage and j I will organize a million of my Irish girls ! to vote down Fifth avenue and vote your j speaker into the White House. [Loud j cheers and some dissent.] Woman should vote. Why should the plantation boor—the unlettered, Ignorant African, whose hair grows up and back into his head like the Banyan tree—whose leg is set in the middle of his foot [laughter] ; who has nine cubic inches less of brain inside his.thick skull [hisses] ; who has only on? hundred arid fifty pores to the square , inch of cuticle, which accounts for us being able to smell him for a half mile [laughter and hisses]; why should tins half savage of the backwoods plantations make laws for Anna Dickinson or Harriet Beecher Stowe ? legis late for your wives, honorable Senators, or mine ? [Applause.] What man dare Say his soul’s ins own at his own table? [How is it with you, Train?] I am the best managed husband on the con tinent. [Laughter.] I say I am ready to take the stump for woman suffrage. [Ap plause.] It will purify the polls ; they will vote down houses of bad repute ; vote down faro banks; vote down groggeries; shut up rum shops, and close the gin palaces. [Loud applause.] They will vote for men for of fice who are willing to preach this sermon and practice it: “Don’t drink; don’t smoke; don’t chew; don’t swear; don’t gamble; don’t have but one wife; don’t be a David or a Solomon ; [‘Oh!’] don’t steal jewels, like Moses. [Ap-. plause.] Don’t cheat Esau, like Jacob. Love God ; but don’t love God so much that you have no time to love your fellow nuyi. [Sensation.] Love truth, love virtue, and be happy.” [Loud applause.] Women will vote, every time, for that platform. Again, in our day, the moment a mau can borrow enough money to settle it on his wife, he goes in for the Bankrupt Law. Hence, the woman needs votes to protect the property that belongs to her husband’s creditors. [Applause and laughter.] 947156. Military Barbarity! THE WHIPPING CASE AT FORT SEDGWICK. The Omaha Republican of the 23tl has the following details of the late outrage at Fort Sedgwick: A gentleman who was an eye-witness, writes us an account which is too lengthy for us to publish in fall, of the barbarous punishment by flogging inflicted by a mili tary official upon a citizen at Fort Sedg wick-, on the 15th inst. A man named Hendricks, in a state of great debility from loathsome disease, who had arrived in that vicinity a few days before from New York,, was induced by some soldiers, dressed in citizen’s clothes, and who represented them selves to be citizens, to buy for them a bot tle of whisky. The case came to the knowledge of one Lieutenant Lantz, of Company F, of the Thirtieth Infantry, who reported it to Brevet Lieutenant-Colonel R. I. Dodge, commanding the regiment. Colonel Dodge ordered Hendricks to l>e arrested, and a flogging of one hundred lashes to be administered to him. Lieut. Lantz took charge of the execution of the order. Hendricks was stripped and then fastened to a rough cross which had been constructed and placed upright in the ground. A private soldier was then placed on each side of him, each armed with a plaited knotted rope. Hendricks here sol emnly asserted that he did not know the men for whom he bought to be soldiers ;* but believed them to be citizens, as they represented themselves to be. Lieutenant Lantz ordered the punishment to proceed, and after a few blows (first one of the sol diers and then the other bringing the knot ted rope down with all his might upon the quivering flesh) the blood pouring down the body of the victim in streams, and his flesh hung down in shreds. At length spectators, upon whom poor Hendricks’ blood had spattered during the flogging, and who closed their eyes and ears to shut out the horrid sight and make themselves deaf to liis piercing cries of pain, appealed to the Lieutenant to stop the punishment, and he did so, and Hendricks was permit ted to drag himself away as best he could to the nearest sand hill, where he was found an hour or two afterward suffering the most intense agony of body and spirits. [From an Asia correspondent of the Philadelphia Enquiry. Damascus. Wednesday, April 17,1867. To-day, at three o’clock, we #rode into this city. The Pearl of the Orienta ! sacred Damascus! the oldest city of the world, and yet ever fresh and new—ever beautiful, nestling with her gardens and graves among the desolate sand hills of the desert like an emerald, and encircled on all sides by the bright waters of the Arbana and Pharpar. I can never forget ray first view of this beautiful city. We had been riding for hours over desolate, flinty hills, without a tree or shrub to protect us from the fierce rays of the suu, or a drop of water to cool our parched throats. Now' we wound through a deep ravine and commenced the ascent of a steep, sandy cliff. The tired horses stumbled wearily to the top, and from here our inflamed, sun-dazzled eyes gazed upon an earthly Paradise. Five hun dred feet beneath us, the gorge of the Ar bana, filled to flie brink with the rushing waters of the “ golden flowing ” river, di vides the plain. In the distance, conical hills, \yhite as the snows of Hermon, rise up from the banks of the Pharpar. To the right, Httle villages peep out of their bow ers, and in the centre of this beautiful plain, surrounded on all sides by gardens and orchards, watered in every direction by running streams and trickling fountains, like dashes of white foam upon the edges VOL, 25. NO. 28 of an emerald sea, gleam the toVers and buildings of Damascus. Tapering minarets and swelling domes, tipped with golden crescents, rise up in every direction fr*om the conriised mass of white terraced roofk, while in some places their glittering tops just appear above the deep green foliage, like diamonds. In the centre of the city stands the great Masque, aud near it are the towers of thcjuld castle. But wo are tired, and have need of‘rest, for we have lieen in the saddle for eight mortal hours. We descend into the valley, cross the Arbana on a little bridge, with its Mos lem prayer niches, ride for a half hour in the grateful simile of overhanging trees, and entering the great gate, ride up the street called Straight, and stop at the low non door of DimHrin’s Hotel. It was with a sigh of relief that I threw myself from my horse. The hotel is a very good one, and a good specimen of Oriental style. It is only two stories high, and built around a spacious court, which is paved with tessel lated marble, and planted with large orange and lemon trees, hanging full of golden fruit. In the centre is a large basin Ailed ' with limpid water, fed by two fountains, whose tingling music is heard day and night. The court is protected from the sun by a gaily colored awning, and here we sit and eat iced sherbets in true Eastern style. Narrow Escape from being Hanged on Circumstantial Evidence.—A letter dated Stephensville, Texas, May 21, gives the following: This week three citizens Os Limestone county, accompanied by a United States of ficer, came into this county in search of a freed man named Allen, formerly the slave of Mr. W , near Cotton Gin. They found the negro, and a happier meeting seldom occurs.. The circumstances, as I learn them, are about as follows : Immediately upon the close of the war, Allen left his old master for parts unknown. There was a bitter feud between Mr. W aud some of his friends on one side, and a number of- men on the other, growing out of political questions.— Shortly after Allen’s disappearance, the body of a negro man, which was supposed to lie Allen’s, and bearing marks of having been murdered, was found near Mr. W ’s plan tation. This carcase was taken by the ene mies of Mr. W and kept until about two weeks ago, when Mr. W and nine others were arrested for the murder of the aforesaid Allen. Thdy were brought before . a Military Commission, the skeleton Was - produced and identified as that ot Allen, and witnesses were sworn who testified that Mr. W and his friends had murdered him. They were all sentenced to be hanged within a certain time, if they did not pro •duce the veritable living Allen. Knowing their innocence, they have searched unre mittingly ever since, and by what appears the merest accident, they found him three days ago at Mr. Perry’s, in this county, alive and doing well. The lives of these men depended upon • their success in the search, and you can imagine their feeling when they found Allen well pud able to ac company them back to Limestone -count}', to prove their innocence. Fate of a Daughter of Hon. Aaron V. Brown. —A most interesting will case has just been decided in Nashville. Miss Cynthia Saunders, the daughter of Mrs. Aaron Y. Brown, was married during the w ar to a Colonel Williams, a Federal officer. He won her affections w hile affording some protection to her family’s property during tlfe war. He-no sooner married her, accord ing to some of the witnesses, than ’he coerced her by his treatment into his tremb ling and wretched-slave instead of his adored wife’. In this condition he moved her to his mother’s home In Philadelphia, where she pined away and died. While thus tortured he is alleged to have coerced a will which leaves all the property to him and hiS heirs in perpetuity, proseribes-from its benefits her fond mother and loving sister and brother. Before dying he sent her mother a blasphemous dispatch inform ing her of the approaching dissolution of her daughter, his wife. Mrs. Brown hastened to Philadelphia, w'here she was subjected to themostcruel indignities, such as humbling herself on her knees, before he would permit her to see her dying daugh ter. When she reached her rbom her daughter was insensible.* This was the close of this ill-fated woman’s career. We knew' her as a lovely young-school girl, the favorite of all who visited her family circle, and afterward as she blossomed into lovely womanhood, and can sympathize with her relatives in the deep misery which her mar riage entailed. The jury found against the will. Williams resorts to the usual devices of a desperate and defeated litigant—the gross misconduct of a juryman and that other howl, so fashionable in these days of undue outside pressure, because he is an ex-Federal officer. —Memphis Appeal. Why Churches are so Empty.—l wish to suggest a topic for an editorial article in the Register : What is the reason that at tendances churches generally is becoming smaller and smaller, notwithstanding the great increase of population in all our cities ? A committee of clergymen, ap . pointed by an Orthodox Conference at Cin cinnati, a year or two since, to investigate the cause of the indifference about public worship, made the startling statement that the attendance at the churches generally Is not so large in that place now' as it was in 1850, although the population has increased napre than four-fold.— Christian Register. “ Editor Boston Post : It seems singu lar to me that the question of non-attend ance at church should exqite the surprise of any one of ordinary observation. The pas tors in New England generally, to say nothing of the Middle or Western Stages, * have been teaching, or trying to teach, their hearers duty in politics instead of religion. It will take half a century to regain the re spect and confidence they once had over their parishes.”-- •Correspondent Boston Post. The Post has hit the nail on the head ex actly. The preachers have to thank them selves for the low ebb into w'hich the reli gious state of the country has fhllen. Those who, like, them, have sowed the meanest and most degraded kind of politics, are not apt to get a religious harvest from such seed. Capt. John Grant, one of Alder men of Mobile, has withdrawn from the posi tion. The new board has not been a ”' e to transact business since it was first organized.
