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(lljc Wcddn Constitutionalist. BY STOCKTON & CO, OIK TERMS. The following are the rates of Subscription; Daily, one year $lO 00 Weekly, one year $3 00 {From the New Orleans Cres ent. 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. — I 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.