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The Knight of Toggenburg.
BALLAD—TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF
SCHILLER, BY DURANT DA PONTE.
[Th? following translation of Schiller’s ballad,
“The Knight of Toggenburg,” follows the original
exactly in the metre, and the arrangement of the
stanza’s and rhyme=. The t.anslator claims for it no
•ther merit than this.)
“ Love of sister for a brother
Grants my heart to thee ;
Ask me not for any o her—
Fain it g.ves to me.
Calmly I may see thee leave me;
Quiet may appear;
But, ah! wherefore dost thou grieve me
With that silent tear i”
Speechlessly he listened to her;
Sorrowful, he wept;
Warmly to his heart he drew her;
On his horse he h apt;
All his vassals he collected
Through the land of Teii:
To the East their course directed
’Gai..st the infidel.
There, full many a deed of glory
Wraaght the hero’s sword;
Waved his plume, wh, re fields w- re gory,
’Mi 1 the hostile horde;
And bis name alone c.flrightened
Oft the Pay aim foe;
Yet his heart was never lightened
From its load of woe.
Passed away a twelvemonth dreary;
He no more could bear,
And with soul full ea I and weary,
Left hie comrades thee ;
Fees a ship already starting
Hdrd by Joppa's strand;
Homeward tur> s his course, departing
For the loved one’s land.
Soon the well remembered portal
Stands the pilgrim ne irt
Ah 1 wh..t hairowing words of mortal
Horror smite his ear;
“Seek no more! the bond is broken;
Site to thee is dead.
Tester morn the word was spoken,
She to God is wed.’’
Mournfully he leaves forever
Bis ancestral door;
Sees his trusty weapo. e never;
Sees hie steed no more.
Tozgenburg he leaves behind him ;
Forth, unknowr. and sad,
Wanders whitiier none can find him,
And in eack-eloth clad.
Then he bui ds a rustic bower,
Whence he ever sees,
Gloomily, the convent glower
Through the linden trees.
There, expectant, he reposes
From the morning light,
Till the evening round'him closes
In the shades of night.
Hour by hour, his eyes upraising,
tilts he there and hopes ;
Toward the loved one’s window gazing
Till the window opes,
And he sees—Oh, b iss unending!—
That dear form arise,
Downward to the valley bending
Her angelic eyes.
Then h.- sleeps, with quiet
With the stars above,
A d the earth beneath him—dreaming.
Dreaming of his love.
Thue for days and years he liveth —
Liveth with h s hopes—
Whi’e hie lip no murmur giveth
Till the window opes,
And he sees—Oh, bliss unending 1 —
That dear form arise,
Downward to the valley bending
Her angelic eyes;
Till, one m rn, a corpse sat, only
In the usual place;
Toward the w’indow, pale and lonely
Turned the still, white face.
Pew Talk and Church Scandal.
That tall young fellow here to-day 1
I wonder what’s his name 1
His eyes are fixed on cur pew—
Do look at Sally Dame !
Who is that lady dressed in green *
It can’t be Mrs. Leach —
There’s Mr Jon-s with Deacon Giles 1
I wonderif he’ll preach.
Lend me your fan —it is so warm ;
We both will sit at prayers—
Mourning becomes the widow Ames—
How Mary’s bonnet flares.
Do look at Nancy Siopei’sveil,
It’s full a breadth too wide—
I wonder if Fusanna Ayres
Appears to-day as bride.
Lord! what a voice Jane Rice has got—
Oh I how that organ roars—
I’m glad we’ve leit the singing seats —
How hard Mies Johnson snores I
What ugly shawls are those in front '<
Did you observe Ann Wild ?
Her new straw bonnet’s trimmed with black !
I guess she’s lost a child !
I’m half asleep—that Mr Jones,
His sermon’s are to long—
This afternoon we’ll stay at home,
And practice that new song.
[From the Argosy.
Margaret,
Low at her feet the, daisy lies,
She sings a burden old and sweet f
She sings (the summer daylight Jticsf
“ Si douce est la Matrgarete ”
u Dy ail thy tongues of silver flame.
By thy heart’* golden fret,
I pray thee, and by our one name,
For I am Margaret.
I pray thee take my doubt away,
Ar d make me know my lot,
Thy silver leave* I pluck and Fay,
‘•fl* loves me—l > v e« rne not
Thy -ilver leave® tai one by one,
(tie -ores me—loves me not,>
And star- ike g irnm» r faint upon
The darkening wat den plot.
He 1 -vcb me—he is far above,
And I am lowliest;
He loves me not, but so he love
None other, I can rest.
He 'oves me—loves me not, O flower,
If now my lover came;
Thv sacred ch -.rm would lose it- power;
Gold fire and silver flame.
Divine for me a happy lot,
I doubt, I hope, I fear;
O joy I (he loves rne—loves me not,
He loves me,) he is here!”
Low at her fret her loner lies,
He sings a burden old and sweet;
He sings, (the summer daylight dies,)
“ Si douce est la Margarete
Summer Longings.
I long to walk by the meadow brooks,
To haunt the lie <1 s and the woods once more,
To loitei long in the shady nooks,
To tread the pai hs I have trod before,
Dr under the spreading boughs to lie
And watch the clouds in the azure sky.
Close to me there will the wild bee hum
His drowsy tune in the meadow grass,
And the wan iering winds will go and come
Gently tanning my face as they pass; ’
Then, h .sten Bummer—my whole hr art longs
For the beautiful flowers and the bird’s gay song.
Oh, regal Hummer, I long for thee
As the tur.le-dove for its mate when away !
Hweet is the thy breath to me ; 1
Ho come in thy beauty, nor long delay
But bring the joy of thy honeyed hours
The b.rds’ gay songs and the beautiful flowers.
With crimson and gold will the sunsets burn
Far down in the West at the close of day
Oh, haste, sweet Hummer, haste to return ! ’
Ah ! when will the winter pass away '<
My heart with a passionate yearning longs
For the beautiful flowers and the birds’ gay songs.
Broken Down Men in New York.
The New York correspondent of the Troy
Times writes as fellows of the broken down
men of that city :
The broken down men to whom we have
referred form the best possible help in the
great mercantile concerns of this city. A.
T. Stewart, the merchant prince, has been
for years in the habit of picking out among
this class such assistants as he might need,
and we presume that there might be’found
under his roof to-day the wrecks of twenty
different dry goods houses that were started
with good prospects of success. For in
stance, that grave ami dignified gentleman
of forty-five years, who occupies the posi
tion of general manager and overlooker of
the wholesale warehouse, is Mr. Brown,
formerly a dry goods jobber of the house of
Brown & Co., Cortlandt street. He is a
first rate business man, and Stewart knows
it ; and perhaps it is but an incident in life
that Brown is not Stewart and that Stew
art is not Brown. As it is, Mr. Brown
is to a certain degree Stewart’s lieu
tenant, and as the latter is much en
grossed by the leading facts in his mam
moth business, no one is allowed to ad
dress him personally until his errand has
been communicated to the lieutenant
aforesaid. So, also, this fine looking
gentleman who has the management of
the credits, Mr. Libby, who looks after
all references, and without whose approval
no man can get a bill of goods on time, is
a broken down merchant. Twenty years
ago, the firm of Hastings, Libby & Forby
struggled for wealth, but in vain. They
sank in the general vortex of commercial
ruin, and Mr. Stewart, who discerned Mr.
Libby’s talents, has made good use of him.
Mr. Libby is a highly gifted business man,
and has made himself so necessary in Stew
art’s concern, that if report be true, he has
now a partnership iu it. We might go on
and call over Stewart's check roll anil find
many other similar cases; and so, also, we
might; find just such a class of men selling
goods for Claflin and other large houses.—
When a man has once failed in any kind of
business, it is very seldom that he attempts
to recuperate in the same trade. He is
generally sick of effort. He will work for
others in that line, but has a fear of at
tempting it personally again. Hence men
who fail in New York seldom get on their
feet. Their customers are drummed away
by other houses, and the current of their
business is so broken that it seems impossi
ble to be resuscitated.
The custom-house is a great gathering
of broken down men; and besides this
one finds them in every petty birth which
they can get into. Most of the insurance offi
ces are manned with this class, and in many
instances insurance companies have been
formed for the express purpose of affording
a snug harbor for some such characters.
Most of the merchandise brokers are of the
class. If a wholesale druggist fails, he is
apt to turn broker in drugs ; if a wholesale
grocer foilshe will naturally turn to his own
staples. We have said that men who fail
in New York seldom get on their feet
again. To illustrate this statement, we
may call over a few names. Where was
there a more famous house than that of
Bowen, McNamee & Co. ? And yet the
collossal business which required twenty
five years to build it up, went in one fell
swoop when that firm failed. If you were
to look for the head of that great concern
you would not find him in the world of silks
and satins. On the other hand, Mr. Bowen
is now’ the publisher of the Independent.
Among other great firms that have
gone out of existence, we might mention
in dry goods the Moores, who were
in the trade for thirty years, who,
from small beginnings at last occupied a
Broadway store at a rent of $7,000 per
annum. On the grocery’ business we might
mention the name of J. K. Place & Co.,
which failed last fall. This house was esti
mated as being worth a million of dollars.
Their credit stood so high that they could
purchase a bill ot coffee and give a note for
it to the amount of one hundred thousand
dollars and yet now that they have failed
it is not probable that they will pay their
creditors much, if indeed anything probably
in a short time we shall see these very
Places, who once were merchant princes,
running round the streets with boxes of
samples, and taking the chances among the
legion of merchandise brokers. To go back
to the house of Dennison & Belden, from
which the Places sprung. This concern
failed a few years ago, and although it pos
sessed an immense trade, yet it was never
resuscitated. So also when Simeon Draper,
failed although he announced in his card
that he would pay in full, yet the Herald
contradicted this assurance and stated that
lie would never pay a dollar, and he never
did. So also the banking-house of Prime,
Ward & Co., they paid nothing.
Stepping into a large concern some time
ago, we entered into conversation with the
book-keeper, a man apparently of sixty,
and found to our surprise that lie once was
partner in a heavy cloth importing house,
whose sign had been familiar to us for
years. A consciousness of the difficulty of
retrieving one’s fortune was uttered in the
language of William Burger, who, a few
years ago, was one of the heaviest whole
sale dealers in drugs in the city. After his
failure, which wound up his business ex
perience of thirty years, a friend asked him
how old he was. The reply was “ too old
to fail in business !” and so it proved. We
have seen the broken merchants of this
city reduced to keeping boarding-houses.—
We knew of one who made his bread
out of model artist exhibitions, and an
other, who was once among the great
est business men of the day, was recently
picked up in the street at night, a druken
vagrant, and as such was taken to the sta
tion-house.
Utterly Friendless.— lt was thought that
G. W. Ashburn hid some friends among the
Radicals in Columbus. Several appeared to
live upon bis smile, ijnd fawned and licked his
boots while he had influence to secure office.
When dead, all their love was gone. His son
yesterday asked a Democratic gentleman to
join the funeral procession. The gentleman
declined on account of urgent business, and
asked him if no Radicals had proffered assist
ance. The son replied none had done so.
Negro women, and not many of those, had been
the only ones to offer kindness to the dead.
The coffin, we are told, was purchased by the
city.— Columbus Sun.
Sweet oil, three ounces ; oil of lavender, one
drachm. Apply morning and evening to those
parts where the hair is wanting, in consequence
of a deficiency in the moisture of the skin.
This isa splendid preparation for thickening
I the hair.
AUGUbTA, GA,, WEDNESDAY MORNING, APRIL 15, 1868.
The Great Christian Struggle for the Pos
session of the World.
The Methodist, of New York, has an elab
orate statistical article showing the pro
gress of the great Christian struggle for
the possession of the world, as computed
by one of the best writers of geography, as
about 1,350,200,000. Os these a population,
including the children of Christian pa
rents, of about 369,400,000, sustains some
connection with one or other Christian
church, and may be put down, in this sense,
as the Christian population of the world. —
The most numerous of tiie Christian
churches is still that of Rome, which
claims a population of 195,000,000. About
77,000,000 are connected with the Greek and
other Eastern churches, it was formerly
customary to use for all other Christians the
collective name of Protestants, but it is
well known that a large portion of the An
glican church, as well as parties ip some
other churches, protest being couijte<|
among the Protestant. Retaining the
name for convenience sake, as no other col
lective term has been proposed, the total
number of Protestants is about 97,000,000.
Iu the several large divisions of the world
the relative number of Protestants and Ro
man Catholics is about as follows:
Roman Total
Protestant*. Catholics. Population.
America 27,500,000 42,700 000 72/ 00,000
Europe 67,000.600 140 200,000 287,600,000
Asia 700.000 4,600'0>0 789,600,000
Alica 700 000 1.100,000 ' 188,000,000
Australasia and
Polynesia 1,000,030 400,000 2,800,000
Total 96900,000 195,000,000 1,350,200,000
In America the immense majority of the
population in every’ country is connected
with either the Roman Catholic or one of
the Protestant churches, and no non-
Christian organization of either ancient or
modern origin has anywhere a prevailing
influence upon society. In Europe one
single country—Turkey’—remains under the
rule of a Mahomedan prince; but in the
European provinces of the Turkish Empire
the Christians largely out-number the
Mahomedans, and the expulsion of the
Mahomedan sovereign and the overthrow
of the Mahomedan political ascendancy
have for many years appeared to be immi
nent. Whenever this expected establish
ment of a Christian country on the ruins
of the Sublime Porte occurs, Europe, like
America, will contain none but Christian
countries. The same will be, within
a few years, the condition of Aus
tralasia. The only civilized States
in that part of the world—the Eng
lish colonies—are all Christian, and
the Pagan population in the small islands
of Polynesia is rapidly’ disappearing either
by’ conversion to Christianity or by extinc
tion. In Africa and Asia the Christians
form as yet only a minority’ of the aggre
gate population; but to look at the politi
cal transformation which is going on in
both divisions of the world once establish
es the important fact that, even at this mo
ment, Christian nations contiol the desti
nies of both Africa and Asia, and that
Christianity and Christian civilization are
triumphantly advancing into the most re
mote recesses of these countries. The great
powers of Asia are Russia and England? The
whole of Farther India is parsing under the
rule of France. In Africa the English and
French Possessions and Christian Republic
of Liberia are extending their territory.—
Os all the non-Christian countries that re
main-such as China, Japan, Persia, Tur
key, Egypt—not one is equal to any of the
great Christian nations in America and
Europe. In every one of them the number,
and, still more, the social influence of the
Christians are steadily’ advancing.
A Preaching Nobleman.
Lord Radstock is preaching in Paris and
making an impression in some circles. Be
sides discourses in the American and Wes
leyan chapels, he has been addressing a
fashionable assembly once a week in the
elegant drawing-room of Lady Cowper,
where seventy or eighty people met to
hear him. At the close he invites those
who wish to have religious conversation to
remain for that purpose, when he gives them
personal instruction in the way of life.
This remarkable young English nobleman
is the grandson of the Hon. Admiral
Waldegrave, who was raised to the peerage
of England in 1800, though he was then
the scion of a still older family of the no
bility. Lord Radstock himself is not much
over thirty years of age, and having be
come deeply interested in religious things
he has been identified with the Plymouth
brethren, a people who do not recognize
the need of any ordained ministry—
every Christian, in their view being called
to preach according to his gifts any oppor
tunity. Lord Radstock has gifts, and the
graces of an earnest spiritual devoted Chris
tian. He had been born in humble life he
might have become a first rate preacher.
As it is, in spite of the disadvantages of
high birth and culture, he is an Interesting
speaker, and the deep sincerity of his heart
and manner carries his audience with him.
In many parts of England he has enjoyed
great revivals of religion, with multitudes
of conversions, and his labors are sought
widely. But he prefers to work in neglect
ed localities, and mainly among the poor
and ignorant. On the continent he has
traveled extensively : and he loves to gather
the poor and address them in their own
language, if it is one that he can speak, or
by an interpreter, if he cannot. And the
direct, simple and affectionate manner in
which he offers the gospel to the multitude
commends it to their acceptance, and much
good is done in the name of the Lord Jesus.
That he will be equally successful with the
“ ladies in elegant morning toilets,” who
throng the salon of Lady Cowper, on avenue
Friedland, in Paris, we have some doubts.
It is true that “ not many nobles are called,”
and the preacher himself is one of them;
and as the grace of God is not limited, we
may hope that the fashionable world of the
gayest city in the world is not so wholly
given to pleasure as to be impervious to the
spirit of truth.
Some terrible stories are told of the ravages
of the famine in Algiers. One of them is of an
Arab woman, who killed her daughter, twelve
years of age, and gave the flesh to her other
children and partook of it herself. The legal
authorities at once proceeded to the spot and
on entering the hut found the mother occupied
in salting the flesh, cut up into pieces, as if it
were so much pork.
Suicide. —We are pained to learn that Mr.
McKagen, a highly respectable and much es
teemed citizen of Sumter, (formerly of Cam
den) committed suicide a few days since, by
shooting himself through the heud with a
p:sto.— Clarendon Pi ess.
[Fr.an the New Ycrk Hyiaeu.-e Standard.
Picture of Life in the American Metropolis.
In Pwenty-third street, near Madison
avenue, is a genuine gambling house, pat
ronized exclusively by females. With the
kind permission of your readers we will
visit it.
It is a mo’est, unpretentious-looking
house, the entrance scrupulously clean, nd
presenting no different appearance, exter
nally, than those adjoining, save the blinds
are all tightly closed. Ringing the bell,
we are admitted by a gorgeously appar
elled woman, who acts as janitress. Ou
one side of the hall is a superb painting of
Leda and the Swan, on the opposite side is
another painting, equally good, of Venus
rising from the sea. Ascending the stairs,
we are ushered into the. parlors on the first
floor.. They are elegantly, even luxuriously’
furnished. The person who fitted up these
rooms must have had exquisite taste. The
paintings hanging on the walls are rare
and valuable, bnt the most conspicuous,
and the one that first strikes the eye and
rivets the attention, is the. painting, by Ary
Schaffer of the gambling scene from Bui
wer’s play of “ Money,” and for which, it
is stated, August Belmont has offered
$20,000, and been refused.
Seated around ..the room and at the
gaming table are a number of ladies, all of
whom are dressed in the height of fashion.
The players are flushed with excitement,
but the dealer in her Pompadour waist,
half revealing, half concealing an ample
bust, sits calm and collected, and rakes in
the “chips” with the utmost sang-froid.
Ever and anon some player, when a" heavy
bet is lost, calls for wine, which is speedily
supplied by an attentive and demure look
ing Hebe. Demure! Yes, but it is the
demureness of a cat. Offend her, and she
will quickly show you that she has claws.
That lady, at the centre of the table, sit
ting between Anonyma and Aspasia, is the
wife of one of our most wealthy merchants.
I could tell you her name, but tales must
never be told out of school. Observe that
young lady with a bonnet no larger than a
cockle shell and Bismark brown ribbons;
the one who is now taking off her diamond
ring to stake, and which she will lose as
sure as eggs are eggs, i« the daughter of an
ex-Judge. Ah ! our wealthy merchant’s
wife is a loser; see, she rises from the table
biting her lips till the blood comes to con
ceal her emotions. Come, let us away.-
Such scenes, do not make our opinion of
poor, weak human nature the more ex
alted.
■ Is it any wonder that we so frequently see
rewards offered for lost diamond rings,
necklaces and bracelets! If we had the
power of Asmodeus, we would see these
“lost” articles in the safe of some gentle
man who has for his sign the old Lombardy
emblem of three balls. The thirst for gamb
ling will be satisfied, and money must be
obtained. Yes, yes, Hamlet was right.—
There are. more things in Heaven and earth
than are dreamed of in our philosophy.
Talmudic Maxims.
Professor Stowe, in his paper on the Tal
mud, read before the New England Histori
cal Genealogical Society, atits recent meet
ing, gave some interesting, specimens of the
maxims and proverbs contained in that
wonderful collection. We transfer a few of
the pithiest:
If you speak in the night, speak softly ;
if you speak in the day time, look around
you before you speak.
What business is it of yours to search
into the mysteries of God ?
If you want a leader, look for a man who
has a nose. (The jews, by the way, had a
great repugnance to pug noses.)
In the pot in which you cook, you will
yourself be cooked.
The camel aspired after horns, and the
Lord took away his ears.
(In defense of early marriage.) If I had
married at fourteen, I could have said to
the Devil, there, you have a sharp stick in
your eye.
The man is fire, the woman tow,
And the Devil comes the coals to blow.
(The Professor read, “ blow the coals,”
but a good couplet it made by a slight
change in position.)
While the rabbi w’as fasting, the dogs
stole his dinner.
01 the field that we reap prematurely,
even the straw is good for nothing.
Great is the value ot labor, and its
honors those who devote themselves to it.
The speculator puts his money on a stag’s
horns.
Woe to him who builds a big door and
has no house behind it.
While Noah was planting his vineyard
the Devil came to him and said, “ What are
you doing here?” Noah replied, “Plant
ing a vineyard.” “ What is the use of a
vineyard?” inquired the Devil; said Noah,
“Its fruits whether fresh or dry (grapes or
raisins) is sweet and good; and its wine
gladdens the heart.” “ Let us work it on
shares,” says the Devil; “ Agreed,” says
Noah. Now what does tiie Devil do ? He
brings a lamb, a lion, a hog and a monkey,
and sacrifices them, and mangles the blood
with the soil. Therefore if a man eats only
of the fruit of the vineyard, he is as innocent
and nice as a lamb ; if he drinks wine, he
thinks himself a lion when he is not, and
falls into mischief; if he drinks habitually
he becomes as selfish and as unmannerly as
a hog; if he gets drunk, he jabbers and
jumps about, and is silly and nasty like a
monkey.
How an American Boy Became a
French Count.—Curious to relate, the
Secretary who reads the minutes to-day, the
Count Wells de Lavalette, is an American
by birth. By what strange chain of cir
cumstance do we find a Connecticut boy a
French citizen, a Count a..d a Deputy in
the Corps Legislatif, for, to be a Secretary,
he must first be elected a Deputy. Mr.
Wells, of Connecticut, long ago established
at Havre and Paris a banking and com
mission house and died in France, leaving
a widow and son to enjoy the fortune he
had accumulated. This widow married
the Marquis de Lavalette, a diplomat un
der the monarchy ind a leading man in the
Councils of the Second Empire. The Mar
quis had no children and and so he adopt
ed Mr. Samuel Wells, his wife’s son, as his
own child, and had his title of Count,
which is the right of the elder son of a Mar
quis, confirmed to him by the Council f
State. Thus Mrs. Well’s son became legal
ly the Count Wells de Lavalette, and, hav
ing married the daughter of M. Rouher,
Minister of State, he was recommended by
the Government to one of the rural districts
as a candidate for the Chamber and was
elected.
[ rom the Detroit Tribune.
The Dead Alive —A Case of Suspended Ani
illation —Restor d to Life Again.
A week or so ago, the wife of a very re
spectable mechanic, residing in Twelfth
street, in this city, died after a short ill
ness, md the usual arrangements were
made for the funeral service. One of the
city undertakers, at the request of the hus
band, provided a very handsome coffin for
the deceased, into which the lifeless re
mains were placed, and they were permit
ted to remain in a room. During the en
suing night, however, one of the watch
ers; who hail heard and read of reports of
cases of suspended animation,., and being
imbued with a curiosity in the premises,
decided to ascertain for herself whether
there was any probability of truth in such
rejKirts..: , . .. . .
A opportunity presented itself
tor the fulfillment of her schemas, and
having satisfied- herself that she was really
alone with the corps, she obtained a sinal 1
looking glass, and laid it upon the face of
the deceased., To her great surprise there
appeared evidences of her breathings upon
the face of the glass, and she resolved, for
fear of deception, 'to : make another test,
with another glass. The operation being
repeated, the same signs were manifested,
and she revealed her discoveries to the
other watchers. Each in turn tried the
glass, and each had the satisfaction of ob
serving precisely what the first had.
Os course, in the .morning, the whole af
fair was discussed with the family of the
deceased, and it then occurred that a long
time ago a young man, a member of the
woman’s family, had died, and previous ( to
the burial of the corpse had actually rolled
over upon one side, showed sighs ol life,
and the case was declared to have been one
of suspended animation by the best medical
testimony that could be procured. Under
all those circumstances it was, by the hus
band, deemed advisable to defer the funeral
ceremonies, and accordingly notice was
given that the interment would not take
place at the time previously announced.—
The corpse was left in the coffin several
days, and upon the fifth day after the sup
posed death, signs of life were so numerous
that the body was moved to a bed where it
gradually became wanner, and finally its
previous deadly expression forsook it alto
gether. The ensuing day the woman open
ed her eyes, spoke on the third, and is now
in a fairway of recovery. Three well known
medical gentlemen are now engaged in ex
amining this case thoroughly, and when
their labors are completed, we are promised
their written opinions concerning the affair.
A Church Difficulty—Contest Be
tween a Minister and an Organist.—
The Philadelphia Press of-Monday says :
A circumstance.took-place yesterday at
the Eleventh Baptist Church, Twelfth street,
above Race. Rev. R. S. Tharin, who is
from the South, has performed the duties of
pastor during the past fifteen months. A
large number of the congregation have been
dissatisfied with him for some time, and the
trustees ha : ve upon two occasions invited
him to resign, but he has refused to accede
to their request. Yesterday morning the
pastor read an address referring to the
action of the trustees in a manner which
was considered by a large number of the
congregation as being very discourteous. —
A trustee arose in the midst of the delivery
of the address.and directed the organist to
play upon the organ, which was done.—
During a while the pastor elevated his voice
to the highest pitch, but the organist ele
vated the tones of his instrument, sounding
the trumpet and clarion and completely
overwhelming the human voice. An intense
excitement was occasioned.
The pastor finally ceased his endeavors
to obtain a hearing, and the services came
to an abrupt conclusion. The trustees or
dered the church to be closed.
The pastor delivered a sermon yesterday
afternoon at Concert Hall, and in the even
ing proceeded to his church, where an im
mense number of persons were congregated
in the street. He tried .the doors of the
church several times, but finding them
locked, turned to the crowd and addressed
them, saying that he would appeal for re
dress to a higher tribunal than the trus
tees, and enjoined those present to go home
in peace.
The Philadelphia Inquirer states that on
the 26th of December, 1867, on recommen
dation of Dr. Fuller, of Baltimore, Rev. R.
S. Tharin was called to the Eleventh Bap
tist Church, at a salary of $2,000 a year.
The congregation was for a while greatly
pleased with the preaching of their pastor,
but in a short time a disposition to find
fault with him was manifested. After giv
ing a long statement in defense of the rev
erend gentleman, the Inquirer adds:
Mr. Tharon is described as a gentleman
of marked ability, possessing fine elocu
tionary powers and ready utte'rance. Even
his opponents concede his merits, and de
plore the difficulty which must sever their
connection as pastor and people.
Will Palpitators Explode ?—The fol
lowing comes to us from France :
The India-rubber beautifiers, “palpita
tors,” &c., are yet more dangerous. At a
dinner party given by a rich personage of!
the official world, one of the ladies was
equally remarked for the exquisite propor
tions of her bust and the animation of her
conversation. Those who sat near the lady
suddenly heard, in the middle of the dinner,
and of some witty sally on her part, a sharp,
small detonation, such as might be produced
by the cracking open of a bean-pod. Noone
took any notice of the Inexplicable sound ;
but it was observed that the lady became
much less animated, that she kept one arm
raised across her bosom, and fanned herself
incessantly during the rest of the dinner,
though the temperature of the room was by
no means too high. As soon as the company
rose from the table, the lady, still fanning
herself, suddenly disappeared ; but, as cer
tain sharp eyes among her rivals had
caught sight of a diminished outline as she
retreated from the sphere of vision, a good
deal of merriment followed her disappear
ance. The lady’s absence was, however,
very short, for she turned to the drawing
room in the course of a few minutes, tri
umphant in the same classic perfection that
had excited so much admiration duringthe
early part of the evening, and displayed all
the aplomb and vivacity which had made
her so charming. The screwing of the
stopper, through which the air is blown
into the class of “fixtures” in question,
having been made this time sufficiently se
cure, the charms of Madame D un-
derwent uo further vicissitudes through the
course of the evening.
VOL. 27. NO. 16
[From the New Orleans Picayune.
The Southern Mechanic.
We laid by, some time ago, certain com
ments of one of our Louisiana newspapers
on some expressions in this paper “ that
the South needs mechanics,” and that we
“ should educate our own mechanics,” etc.
To this our friend of Houma Guard pxiXs, iu
a demurrer, saying, among other things:
“ The South has at this moment at least
twice as many mechanics as she has work
for them to do. In this parish, even before
the war, when our planters were always
building and making expensive improve
ments, our mechanics were mostly idle, at
Ifeast six months out of every twelve. Out
side of the city of New Orleans there is no
prospect for mechanics to make.more than
a bare subsistance, and that only by strict
economy. In the country parishes planters
‘will nOt, upon any consideration, under
take to accomplish anything until the crop
is‘laid by.” The ‘ crop’. is the one idea
that takes possession of their minds tq the
Of all others. Generally, about
the first of July or August, after the crop
•is laid by, the mechanics, who? have been
six months idjg, begin to They
generally find plenty of work from August
until November, when ‘rolling’' com
mences. The mechanic’s work is then done
until the next crop is laid by, The fact is,
the South is no plgce for mechanics. A
few mechanics might do tolerably well who
would be able and willing to work in the
field one-half of the year and take up the
jack-plane or trowel the remainder. The
rich alluvial lands of the Gulf States have
made them eminently an agricultural re
gion.” '
All the difficulties thus ascribed to the
Southern mechanic are equally in the way
oj? the Northern one, and even greater.
There he is exposed to the closest competi
tion; the profits on hte labor being counted
in cents when it is here to be had in dol
lars. There he has labor quite as incon
stant as here, and, in some employments,
only at certain seasons of the year.
But the mechanic arts flourish at the
North, and there are multitudes of me
chanics there even in the agricultural dis
tricts, and why ?
Despite the meagre pay and constant
competition which sends tens of thousands
of them South duringthe Winter, to return
in the Summer, they are willing to work
at all times when work is to be had- In
the next place they are, for the most part,
all formers ; when they have been at ail
successful, they are the owners of farms;
but even when independent they do not
hesitate to go to work in the shops of
others, when their crops are, as our Houma
friend says of those of the planter, “ laid
by.”
Thus it is that the shoe factories at Lynn
are able to send us back our own hidesand
leather made into shoes cheaper than they
are made here ; because the shoemakers at
Lynn are farmers, who had made their
crops at home during the summer, and go
in the winter to work in the shop of the
' manufacturer. Thus it is that while our
ship carpenters of Algiers, are letting their
adzes rust and their docks warp and dry
from disuse, their brothers in Maine are
raising wheat and potatoes, poultry ami
beef whereon to subsist their families in the
winter when they go to the sea side and
combine together to build such barks, brigs
or schooners, as we see coming out here
with their twenty or thirty owners, each
having some interest through his work or
material. Yet each of these mechanics, if
he waited until there was work to be had
at his trade, would find it impossible to live
amid the barren rocks and iron-vizaged
economy of that cold region.
It is not true of all Southern mechanics,
that they go idle, as our Houma friend says
his do, for six months of the year, waiting
for “ the planter ” to give them a job. In
the upland, and especially the piney woods
region, there were always men who com
bined agriculture with mechanical labor.—
We recall to mind, now, a carpenter and
ginwright, in a large and influential county
in an adjoining State, who began with his
box of tools and an “ improvement,” for
which he had no title until he entered the
land some years afterward, who became
gradually a very considerable planter, and
was for a long period the Probate Judge of
the county. He never ceased to work at his
trade during the winter, whenever he got
jobs; but his springs and summers were
spent on his place, until he laid his crop by,
and when his brother planter was ready for
him to work, he was ready to do the work.
So our Southern mechanics must learn
everywhere to do. Mechanics in the city,
with the means of travel they now have by
rail, could have their families on farms from
thirty to a hundred miles off’, and make
there a sufficiency of provisions for home
consumption and even for profit, during the
less profitable time for work in the city,
and by improving their places' make them
selves gradually but surely independent,
which is to be rich in its best and truest
sense. Their families would have wealth
and strength, and would have that con
sciousness of being self-supporting and
“well to do-,” which so increases the satis
faction of life, while they would have all
advantage of the country seat, which the
rich man enjoys, at far less annoyance and
cost.
Why cannot mechanics do as well at the
South as at the North ? It must be, if they
foil, because they are not equally willing
to work at whatever will come to their
hands to do in its own right season. Let
them reform this, and they will be more
respected and become more worthy of re
spect.
The Italian, Salvatore Sicardi, who was ar
rested in New York the other day, for taking a
piece of print goods from Clafin’s warehouse,
has been honorably discharged. He having
been told in a playful manner nt the time by a
gentleman in the store that the firm was “ giv
ing out ” goods, he believed the statement, and
was about to leave the store when arrested.
Mr. Sicardi is said to be well known in busi
ness circles.
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The newest style of little round hats in Paris
are worn low on the forehead, and when the
ladies, on Ash Wednesday, went to the church
to be signed with the ashes, the priests were
obliged to sign many of them ou the upper
part of their noses, their foreheads being cov
ered by the hats. The circumstance has occa
sioned some scandal.
Pope Pius IX has decorated Queen Isabella
with the cross of “La Rosa de Oro,” (the golden
rose.) The Queens of Spain who have hereto
fore obtained that cross, have been Isabella the
Catholic, in 1493 ; Margaret of Austria, wife of
Philip HI ; Mary Ann of Austria, wife ol Philip
IV ; and Isabel Farnesis, wife of Philip V.