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After the Ball.
They eat and combed their beautiful hair,
Their long bright tresses one by one,
As they laughed'and talked in their chamber there.
After the revel was done.
Idly they talked of waltz and quadrille,
Idly they laughed, like other girls,
Who over'the fire when all is still,
Comb out their braids and curls.
Robes of satin and Brussels lace,
Knots of flowers, and ribbons, too,
Scattered about in every place,
For the revel now is through
And Maud and Madge in robes of white,
The prettiest night-gowns under the sun,
Stockingless, slipperlees, sit in the night,
For the revel is done.
Bit and comb their beautiful hair,
Those wonderful waves of brown and gold,
Till the fire is out in the chamber there,
And the little bare feet are cold.
Then out of the gathering winter chill,
All out of the bitter St. Agnes weather,
While the fire is out and the house is still,
Maud and Madge together—
Maud and Madge in robes of white,
The prettiest night-eowns under the sun,
Curtained away from the chjlly night,
After the revel is done—
Float along in a splendid dream,
To a golden glittern’s tinkling tune,
While a thousand lustres shimmering stream
In a palace’s grand saloon.
Flashing of iewels and flutter of laces,
Tropical odors sweeter than musk:
Men and women with beautiful faces,
And eyes of tropical dusk;
And one face shining out like a star,
One face haunting the dreams of each,
And one voice, sweeter than others are,
Breaking in silvery speech—
Telling through lips of bearded bloom,
An old, old story, over again,
As down the royal bannered room,
To the golden glittern’s strain,
Two and two they dreamily walk,
While an unseen spirit walks beside,
And, all unheard in the lover’s talk,
He claimeth one lor his bride.
O Maud and Madge, dream on together,
With never a pang of jealous fear 1 i
For, ere the bitter A'gnes weather
Shall whiten another year,
Robed for the bridal, and robed for the tomb,
Braided brown hair and golden tress,
There’ll only be one of you left for the bloom
Os the bearded lips to press;
Only one for the bridal pearls,
The robe of satin and Brussels lace—
Only one to blush through her curls,
At the sight of a lover’s face.
O beautiful Madge, in your bridal white I
For you the revel has just begun ;
But for her who sleeps in yourarms to-night,
The revel of life is done!
But robed and crowned with your saintly bliss, ;
Queen of heaven and bride of the sun, [
O beautiful Maud, you’ll never miss
The kisses another hath won 1
[From the Metropolitan Record, j
Old Memories-
The power of song to awaken varied memories is a I
theme that wears well. Au occasional contributor to j
the jPort/bZio—one whose visits are rot so frequent as
we should like them to be—treats it thus:
SISG THAT SWEET MELO3T AGAIN.
Sing that again
I heard it once in happier hours ;
It falls upon my weary brain
Like breath of summer flowers.
It brings before my pensive mind,
The hallowed scenes of other years,
When life was one long day of joy,
Bright, unalloyed with tears.
The blooming hawthorn scents the air,
The lark's oud song is in the sky,
And gath’ring sweets from ba’.my flcwers,
The bee hums merry by.
Again I hear my Mary’s voice,
Her matchless form I see once more,
Again her witching glance of love
Enchanfs me as of yore.
Her small, white hand is clasped in mine,
Her flagrant breath is on my cheek,
Wrapt in a trance of thrilling joy,
Our hearts too full to speak.
Oh 1. could such ecstacy but last,
Such scenes of ravishing delight,
Who would exchange this earth of ours «
For other worlds, though bright ?
The song is hushed, its echoes die,
Like fairy- music in the air,
Out of its spell, so full of joy,
I wake to grief and care.
Augusta, Ga., February, 1868. S. j
[From the Old Guard Monthly. |
Rain in the Heart.
The following lines were found by a Confederate ]
soldier in a deserted house on the Peninsula, Va.
“INTO EACH LIES SOME HAIN MUST FALL.”
If this were all—oh I if this were all,
That into each life some rain must fall,
There were fainter sobs in the poet’s rhyme,
There were fewer wrecks on the shores of time.
But tempests of woe pass over the soul—
Since winds of anguish we cannot control,
And shock after shock we are called to Lear,
Till the lips are white with the heart's despair.
The shores of time with wrecks are strewn,
Unto the ear comes ever a moan —
Wrecks of hopes that set sail with glee,
Wrecks of love, sinking silently.
Many are hid from the human eye,
Only God knoweth how deep they lie;
Only God heard when arose the cry,
“ Help me to bear—oh 1 help me to die.”
“ Into each life some rain must fall,”
If this were all—oh I if this were all;
Yet there’s a refuge from storm and blast,
Gloria Palri-nveM reach it at last.
Be strong, be strong, to my heart I cry,
The pearl in the wounded shell doth lie;
Days of sunshine are given to all,
Tho’ “ iuto each life some rain must fall."
Destiny.
There oft’ seems a destiny urging us on
To the pathways in life that we tread,
A fate on whose bosom our spirits have flown,
A stream whose deep waters rush on to the bourne,
Where our hopes lie withered and dead.
There Is surely a will that is greater than ours,
A spirit that we cannot restrain,
A hand that oft crushes hope’s smiling young flowers,
A heart that will wither the sweetest love bowers,
Nor bring back their beauty again.
And that fate is embodied, for seldom is seen
A smile on the sad, gloomy brow.
No flowrets are there, no leaflets of grijen ;
We sigh as we think of the joy that has been,
And the misery that waits on us now.
Some bright spots there are ’mid the gloom of the past,
Yet little they bling us of cheer,
The present is dark, to the fut ure at last,
We look for some comfort, it too has been cast
In the same leaden hue of despair.
Then sick of our bondage we’d gladly give o’er
The chains so unwillingly ours,
And, weary of life, in death would erpiore
Eternity’s realms for a hat,pier shore,
And Heaven for its loveliest flowers.
[From the Round Table, |
Men's Wives.
Life is full of uncertainties; a truism ad
i vanced in this place like the policemen who
go before a procession only to clear the
way for something important behind. Oi
the component parts which make up this
dubious existence, marriage is, to speak
guardedly, as uncertain as any. Cynics
say that the men who have been disap
pointed in matrimony greatly outnumber
those who have not. Admitting that some
of them were themselves fickle and igno
rant of what they desired in a wife, there
still remains, we are told, a vast host
whose misery can only be accounted for on
the supposition that they were the hood
winked victims of female wiles. This, if
true, is no strange thing; the wonder is,
that there are so many happy couples when
we consider the facilities and inducements
for deception afforded by the structure of
modern society. We see our female friends
in the family drawing-room, at parties, at
the opera, in the street, but everywhere we
are oppressed with a disagreeable suspicion
that alter all we don’t know much about
them.
The whole world is in conspiracy to
blindfold us. When you mention his sister
Isabella in the presence of that scape-grace
Claudio, he is sure not to say anything
about the row they had at the breakfast ta
ble, although he is your particular friend
and fully aware that the slightest hint
might save you from her toils. You may
be sure Olivia's uncle, Sir Toby, never inti
mates to- Duke Orsini her goings-on with
his page, and that the Marquis of Fariu
tosh was never acquainted by her amiable
relative, Lady Kew, with the difficulty she
sometimes had in controlling the high
spirits of Miss Ethel Newcome. It may be
a wise and necessary precaution, but it
does seem hard that as soon as we attain
an age which renders wedlock a possible
contingency, we are debarred from all in
formation as to the qualifications for the
married state of each individual of the oth
er sex. Ten years before our inamorata's
brother or cousin or school friend would
have told us of her selfishness or ill nature
(if she had such qualities), with the most
charming frankness, but we are warily
abandoned to the tender mercies of chance.
The adage concerning “ buying a pig in a
poke,” is a very vulgar comparison, but it
is a very apposite one. We are obliged to
take the characters of women at second
hand—to see through a glass darkly all
their imperfections, and are unable until we
have led the object of our affection to the
altar, to tell whether she has even a decent
temper or a tender heart. The matrimonial
lottery is, perhaps, not quite as hazardous
as the Havana and Kentucky ones, for in it
men do occasionally draw prizes, but they
are exceptional lucky fellows.
How can I know, who meet my adored
Vivien only when she has wreathed her
face in smiles for my reception, and enters
the parlor with that pretty little rush of
welcome which is so bewitching, that as I
pulled the bell she was not scolding the
servants or her little brother, or possibly
mamma; and that when I make my politest
bow and the outer door closes behind me,
she will not return to the same delightful
occupation ? How can I tell, when we are
sitting on the piazza on a summer evening,
and she assures me she is fond of smoke
and begs me not to throw away my cigar
because she is by, that she is not really
half sick, and only sustaining herself by re
flecting on the suddenness with which she
will put a stop to the nasty habit when we
are married, (if we ever are) and when I
am delivering passages from Shakspeare
or Tennyson in my most musical and im
passioned manner, and she responds with I
the feminine plaudits of “ beautiful ” and
i “ how lovely,” what security have I that ’
I she is not bored and trying hard not to
yawn in my face ? I cannot safely answer
I none of these questions unless 1 have seen
I her oftencr and more familiarly than is
I common among acquaintances or even
I friends of marriageable age and opposite
sexes.
The persons of young women, too, are
as well fitted to deceive us as their man
ners. Os course no one at the present day
would be astonished or annoyed if told that
his “ lady love” were composite. We are
i inured to such artifice; but there are, as
I we are daily informed through the medium
jof advertisements and otherwise, more
i falsities than those of hair included in the
I mysteries of a young lady’s toilet. Should |
! any doubt be felt on the subject, the skeptic
! has only to glance at the window of any
I fashionable corset shop to be fully con
j vinced. Before long it will be necessary
{ for chaperones to furnish their charges with
j a surgeon’s certificate, procured by means
I of the same ordeal through which aspirants
for martial fame obtain theirs, that the
bearer is indebted to nature alone for her
various charms; for without such an as
surance good catches will be shy of placing
much dependence upon the testimony of
| their eyes.
j In some Eastern countries it is well
known the bride is chosen by the relatives
of the bachelor, he never seeing her until
the ceremony is over. Such a mode of
courtship must on some accounts be agree
able. It takes all the responsibility oft’ the
hands of the suiter, and if he is not satis
fied with the partner ctf his bosom he can
have the satisfaction of growling at those
who selected her. It is, probably, pleas
anter than, after imagining one’s self tiie
possessor of an hour! for beauty and a
Hermione for affection, to find in the first
week of the honey-moon that she was
indebted to her modwte and/nseur for the
former attributes, and that she is really in
love with Mamillius, and only married her
husband in a fit of rage because the wily
Mamillius would not be caught. Certainly
a man who never pretended to depend upon
his own judgment would have no cause to
, reproach himself for real or fancied stu
| pidity in his choice. But, jesting apart, it
is unfortunate that there should be so little
| frankness in the intercourse of young men
j and women.
; Until marriage or betrothal neither is
I permitted by custom to place confidence
| enough in the other to afford any trust
j worthy clue to mental peculiarities—and
j discoveries are often made when too late
j which might have had much influence in
i determining a nearly balanced decision.—
i Such ingenuousness as we mean to recom
’ mend need entail no humiliting confes
sions, for the minor habits of thought and
temper to which we refer are so entirely
questions of individual taste that they in
volve no serious defects even in the eyes
of prejudice. But theories of any kind are
difficult things to impress on society, and a
theory of courtship is so obviously absurd
AUGUSTA, GA., WEDNESDAY MORNING, APRIL 29, 1868.
I and impracticable that we will not waste
I time in propounding it. We will only add,
for the benefit of those bachelors who think
of assuming the conjugal yoke, Cato’s dic
tum :
“ A day, an hour of virtuous liberty
Is worth a whole eternity of bondage.”
An Untoward Event.
There resides in a certain city an old gen
tleman, a me;chant, who has an only
daughter possessed of the highest attrac
tions, moral, personal and pecuniary. She
was engaged to a young man as well oft’in
worldly goods as herself. They were all in
all to each other, and the day was fixed for
their union. Some two weeks previous to
the time appointed for the wedding, the
espoused attended a soiree, at which a
quarrel occurred between them in conse
quence of his paying more attention than
she thought justifiable to a young lady
with sparkling eyes and inimitable ring
lets. The gentleman retorted, and spoke
slightingly of a certain cousin, whose
waistcoat was the admiration of the assem
bly, and which, it was hinted darkly, had
been embroidered by the fair hand of the
heiress in question. He added, in conclu
sion, that it would be time enough for him
to be scolded when they were married, and
that he thought she had adopted a certain
portion of the male attire “ a little too
soon.”
After supper both the lovers had become
more cool; iced champagne and cold
chicken had done their work; and leave
was taken by the bridegroom in possee, in
kindly and affectionate, if not in such en
thusiastic terms, as had previously termi
nated their meetings.
On the next morning the swain thought
with some remorse on the angry feeling he
had exhibited, and on the cutting sarcasm
with which he had given it vent; and as a
part of the amende honorable, packed up
with great care a magnificent satin dress,
which he had previously bespoken for his
beloved, and which had been sent home to
him in the interval; and transmitted it to
the lady, with a note to the following ef
fect :
“ Dearest, I have been unable to close my
eyes all night, in consequence of thinking
of our foolish misunderstanding last eve
ning. Pray pardon me; and in token of
your forgiveness, deign to accept the ac
companying dress, and wear it for the sake
of your affectionate .”
Having written the note, he gave it to a
boy to deliver. But, as a pair of unmen
tionables wanted repairing, he sent them to
his tailor by the same messenger. The in
evitable contretemps the reader will at once
anticipate. Yes, the boy made a fatal
blunder; he left the satin dress with the
tailor, and the note, together with the di
lapidated habiliment, at the residence of
the lady. Her indignation was rteither to
be described nor appeased. So exasperated
was she at what she considered a deter
mined but deliberate affront, that when her
admirer called, she ordered the door to be
closed in his face, refused to listen to any
explanation, and resolutely broke off the
match. Before many weeks were elapsed,
means were found to make her acquainted
i with the history of the objectionable pre
sent ; but she. nevertheless, adhered firmly i
to her resolve, deeply lamenting the misad- j
venture, but determined to let the burden I
of the ridicule rest upon her unlucky lover. ,
A Siamese Romance.
A PRIEST IS DETECTED MAKING LOVE TO A ;
LAOS GIRL AND SACRIFICED.
i The priests or bonzes of Siam are vowed i
jto celibacy and a monastic life. Death is i
I the certain consequence of any known de
| parttire from the vow of celibacy ; a priest
must not even be supposed conscious of the
presence of such temptation as women, to
the interruption of that abstract contem
plation which is the aim and end of the
Budhist votary. One among the priests
who swarmed in one of the large monaste
ries attached to the temples had been re
markable for his unflinching zeal in the
practice of every act of self-sacrifice enjoin
ed by his religion, observing the most rigid
abstinence, and also a silence which gave
external evidence of the abstraction of his
mind from all the cares and concerns of
this mundane existence. He had taken his
turn with his brethren to issue forth upon
the river at early dawn to receive the daily
contributions of provisions so willingly set
aside by the people for the sustenance of
their bonzes. Sometimes lie went alone.—
Latterly, on the occasion of his fulfilling
this mission alone, he had not returned
without some unusual delay. There is a
certain body among the priesthood whose
i duty it is to watch over the private and pub
; lie conduct of the other members of
their fraternity, and to bring them to trial
I for neglect of duty, or on conviction of any
j crime, religious or moral. These officials,)
j being apprised that a grave suspicion at
tached to one of their order, placed a spy
I over his conduct. Having selected for the
' purpose one of the most tried and sagacious
I among themselves, he began his task by
I studying closely the movementsand actions
of the supposed delinquent. On his return
from one of his missions on the river, un
perceived, he watched him as he sat alone.
He appeared frequently to take something
from his bosom, which he pressed to his
lips, and then returned to its resting place.
The spy, drawing gradually nearer, was
enabled to satisfy himself that the treasur
ed article was a rose; further observation
and vigilance now became necessary. On
the next occasion of the culprit’s sallying
forth tin the river, his course was tracked
by a spy, by whom he was seen to enter a
gate of one of the gardens sloping down to
the water, and to meet a young and hand
some Laos girl, with whom—contrary to
the sacerdotal law—he was seen to ex
change words, from whose hands he was
also guilty of receiving a rose, which he
pressed to his lips. At length, being found
absent from his cell at a late hour in the
evening, he was proved to have kept a
secret assignation with the maiden —an act
which sealed his fate. The following day
he was tried lor his crime and condemned
to a cruel death, while a similar sad fate
was adjudged the unfortunate maiden.
French Disobedience.—There is a story of
a celebrated French preacher, who, on deliver
ing a sermon on the duty of wives, said “ I see
opposite me in this congregation a woman who
, has been guilty of the sin of disobedience to her
’ husband ; and in order to point her out to uni
versal condemnation I will fling my breviary at
• her head.” lie lifted his book and every female
I j head was instantly ducked.
Ritualism Repudiated—A Church
Guarded by Policemen.—The pastor and
the congregation of the Church of the Re
demption, in Fourteenth street, near the
Academy of Music, w r ere at issue yesterday
on the subject of Ritualism. This chur h
is the off-spring of Grace Church. It was
built some eight or ten years ago, mainly
through the direct and personal efforts of
the late Rev. Dr. Dixon, by whom also the
congregation was gathered. The largest
proportion of the membership consists of
the middle and working classes of the
neighborhood, who are also largely either
Scotch or Irish by birth or descent, and
therefore opposed to Ritualism. The pres
ent pastor, the Rev. Mr. Scott, had been the
assistant minister of the church, and after
the death of Dr. Dixon he continued his
ministrations without let or hindrance, but
not having been accepted as the regular
rector, he has not been settled over the
parish. Hence, it is claimed that both
legally and ecclesiastically an election held
under his orders or auspfces would be inva
lid if opposed by the vestry. Mr. Scott, it
is charged, has introduced, or attempted to
introduce Ritualism into the service, which
gave great offense to the vestry and congre
gation. Mr. C. Jerome Hopkins last year
introduced a choir of surpliced boys, but
the vestry squelched that movement. The
congregation now desire “a man after their
own heart” to minister to them, and there
is in this also another cause of dissension
between the congregation and Mr. Scott,
who, as, assistant minister of the church,
considers himself as best entitled to the
pulpit and seeks to maintain his position
there.
Fearing some difficulty at the election to
be held yesterday, Bishop Potter forbade
the holding of any, and called upon the
police for assistance. There was, there
fore, a large posse on hand all day yester
day, until six o’clock, when one policeman
was kept to guard the gates and prevent
the ingress of any person representing either
side in the controversy. As soon as the
difficulty can be settled the election will be
held, and not before.— N. F. Sun, 15lh.
A Mexican Booth.—The attempted
murder of J uarez was modeled after Booth’s
more successful attempt. Col. Adalid, for
two years Prefect of Toluca, was the chief
assassin. Juarez’s box at the Yturbide is
on the second floor, but furthest off the
stage of any box in the house. It is close
to the front entrance to the building, and
exceedingly easy of access. The Colonel
had a guard of twelve ex-imperial Lieu
tenants, who, dressed as citizens, were to
mount fleet horses, and, having an extra
horse for him, were to appear in citizens’
dress (so as not to excite suspicion) nesfr
the doors of the theatre at 9 o’clock, p. m.,
or shortly after the curtain was raised.
JjLilid was to enter the box, the door of
wncii is in the rear, shoot and stab Juarez |
and then secure his horse and flee. To
further aid him fifteen or twenty of the
conspirators were to place themselves near
the box and around the doors so as to in
terrupt the passages and such as would
follow the assassin. The assassination ac
complished, Adalid and his men were to
make for the Citadela, or arsenal, on the
road ofLa Piodad, and where the 7th Regi
ment was to move to from the palace. The
garrison at the Citadela were to have
hauled the flag down and run up the flag
of Carlotta. Fifty men of the 7th were to
have proceeded to the residences of the
members of Juarez’s Cabinet and secure
and hold them as prisoners. Fully one-half
of the garrison, qr 9,000 officers and men,
were pledged to'their assistance. The dis
covery was made by the interception of a
note from one of the conspirators to Col.
Garza, in command of the 7th Regiment,
which is composed mainly of young men
i belonging to the aristocratic families of
the State of Guanajuato. The note, by
mistake, was handed to a lieutenant of
Juarez’s body-guard, who read it, and im
mediately afterwards proceeded to confer
with General Regules. The result was the
discovery of all the plans and measures on
foot to further them. Cols. Adalid and
Garza are in the military prison of Marti
i nique. It is a subject of conversation that
I the whole affair was plotted by a chagrined
I General, who has made his escape, and that
i the conspirators were to declare for the
’ Empress Carlotta, and call her to the throne
| of Mexico.
j The President Powerless. —The men
who said in the convention which framed
, the constitution, that the President would
be a slave to the Legislature instead of a
protector of the People, if the latter had
the power of impeachment, are demon
strating their sagacity—and such men were
Gouverneur Morris, Wm. Pinckney, King
and others. While the Executive is at the
I mercy of the Senate, the meanest citizen in
I the land can disregard an unconstitutional
| law, which is inoperative and void initio,
and, if prosecuted for its violation, may
plead in his defense its unconstitutionality,
bringing the case to the Supreme Court for
final decision. If his plea is sustained he
is unharmed, but the Chief Executive of
the nation cannot thus be fairly dealt with
if impeachment is sustained, lie can
be convicted by those who are committed
in advance against him, and forever dis
qualified from holding office without ever
having an opportunity to have the case
brought before the tribunal designated to
decide questions by that power of which
Executive and Legislature are alike mere
creatures. And this decision of his is
without review.
If the Impeachers are right we live in a
eland where its Chief Executive can be
legally impeached and removed for the vio
lation or non-execution of an act of Con
gress, not only the constitutionality of which
is questioned, but which the triers refuse to
put to the test of legal interpretation, be
fore the highest judicial tribunal of the
country.— New York Express.
An Incident in the Funeral of D’Arcy
McGee.—Rev. Father Farrall, Vicar General
of Ottawa, Canada, who preached an eloquent
sermon at the funeral of Hon. T. D’Arcy Mc-
Gee eulogized many of the quailities of the
heart and mind, and abilities as an orator and
statesman, of the dead. In one part, referring
to the part taken by McGece in denouncing
Fenianism, O’Farrall said if that was a crime
he, too, was guilty of it, and he called on the
immense assemblage to stamp out such secret
societies, to which McGee had undoubtely fallen
a victim. The vast audience applauded the ut
terance of the sentiments, and were only check
ed by the reverend gentleman calling out sol
emnly and sternly, “ Remember this is the
House of God!” It was an incident showing
the deep indignation prevailing.
Thad. Stevens and the Masons.—Thaa.
Stevens’ schemes and efforts have not always
proved successful. A story is told of his expe
rience in the Pennsylvania Legislature, many
years ago, when the anti-Masonic fever raged
throughout the country. Mr. Stevens had in
troduced a resolution of inquiry into the sub
ject of Masonry, which was passed by the
House and a committee appointed with power
to send for persons and papers. A number of
well known Masons were summoned to attend
the “ High Court ” then in session, and a
thorough investigation was to be had in the
premises. The fearful rites and ceremonials
were to be laid bare to the world, and the black
monster, Masonry, was to receive its death
blow. Thad. Stevens was the St. George who
was to annihilate the fiery dragon. On the day
appointed for the commencement of the trial,
every member was in his seat. The first and
the only witness examined was a well known
Master of a Masonic Lodge, who was interro
gated as follows :
‘“What are the initial proceedings conse
quent upon the meeting of a Masonic lodge?’
* The lodge is opened with prayer.’ * Well, go
on, and state what follows.’ 1 1 am waiting for
your questions.’ • Well, what are the ceremo
nies incident to the admission of a member?’
*He is balloted for, and if no votes be cast
against him, is admitted a member of theorder.’
* What then ? Please state the subsequent pro-
ceedings. What follows next ?’ ‘ Mr. Stevens,’
said the witness, with a mischievous twinkle in
his eye, • if. on the —of —, 18—, you had been
found worthy, you would have become a mem
os the Lodge, in , and would have
been initiated in all the secrets and mysteries
connected with the order, and would have pos
sessed a knowledge that, except he becomes a
member, no man will ever possess.’” The
witness sat down and Stevens wilted. The fact
was, Stevens had some years previously been
proposed for membership in one of the Lodges
of the State of Pennsylvania, but was “ black
balled,” and this reminiscence of his early life
was flung so unexpectedly into his face,’ that
he was unable to recover. It is needless to say
that this was the end of the matter. The whole
thing, so far as legislative interference was con
cerned, was very wisely dropped.
English Letter by Voltaire.—l tran
scribe (says a correspondent of Notes and
Queries) the following letter from the Bazar,
or Literary and Scientific Repository, 4to, 1824,
an obscure and forgotten periodical published
in Birmingham. It may probably have ap
apeared elsewhere in print, but if so, will
doubtless meet the eyes of many for the first
time:
The subjoined letter is copied literally from
the autograph of Voltaire, formerly in the
possession of the Rev. Mr. Sim, the editor of
Mickle’s Poems:
Sir,—j wish you good health, a quick sale of
yr burgundy, much latin and greeke to one of
yr children, much Law, much of eooke and
littleton, to the other, quiet and joy to mis
tress brinsden, money to all. when you’ll
drink yr burgundy with mr furneze, pray tell
him j’ll never forget his favors.
But dear john be so kind as to let me know
how does my lady Bollingbroke, as to my lord
I j left him so well j don’t doubt he is so still,
but jam very uneasie about my lady. If she
might have as much health as she has spirit &
witt, Sure she would be the Strongest body in
england. Pray dear sr write me Something of
her, of my lord, and of you. direct yr letter
by the penny’ post at mr Cavalier, Belitery
square by the R Exchange, j am sincerely &
heartily yr most humble most obedient ramb
ling friend Voltaire.
john Brinsden, esq.
durham’s yard
■ by charing cross.
A Friend of Ladies of Curiosity.—A
Philadelphian has invented and constructed an
ingenious device, by which persons sitting in
side their own houses can see everything that
is passing out in the street, not only in front of
their doors, but for many squares in both di
rections and on both sides of the street, it is
a simple arrangement of two mirrors, placed
at right angles to each other, and set iu a tin
or other case or franfte. It is designed to be
, s<t in one of the second-story chamber win
[ flows, and can be used while the blinds are
I down. Placed in the proper position, it will
I even show who is at the front door bell, a mat
| ter of no small convenience in these days of
: troublesome pedlars, importunate beggars and
intruders generally. But its most interesting
employment is for the use of invalids, who
cannot look out of the window, and who
would like the monotony of the sick-room to
be relieved by a sight of what is going on in
the street. For this use it is admirable. It is
called the “ window-reflector,’' and is both
simple in construction and inexpensive in
cost.
Cancer Salve.—Mr. G. W. C. Gamble, of
Millersburg, lowa, has lately obtained a patent
for a salve which he says will cure cancer, made
as follows ; Take ashes of red oak bark, the
bark being cither in a green or dry state, in
| Quantity twenty pounds ; the ashes of the root
I known as “ bitter sweet,” with its bark either
green or dry, five pounds; also of green poke
root mashed fine, five pounds. In preparing
the compound take a wooden vessel of suitable
size, with perforations at the bottom, being
such as used to run off common ash lie. Into
this vessel put about five pounds of the ashes
of red oak bark and of bitter sweet, when mix
ed in the proportions above mentioned; then
add five pounds of the mashed poke root, with
the remaining portion of the ashes of red oak
and bitter sweet. To this mixture add suffi
cient water to moisten it without dripping.
Let the mixture stand twenty-four hours.
Then run it off by adding water until the
| strenghtjof the ashes is exhausted. ’The extract
will now be put in a metal vessel and boiled to
the consistency of salve. Put in bottles with
ground glass stoppers, and it is ready for use.
Street Scene.—The other day. passing
along Military street in front of the Cburt
House, we saw a one-armed ex« Confederate
soldier standing by his wagon and team of oxen.
All at onee the maimed rebel, with the fire of
battle not entirely gone from his eye, straight
ened himself up, assumed the military stiffness
of old. Gen. Ruggles when calling hie courier
for a pipe of tobacco, whirled his long whip
gradually in the air, shouted in the hoarse voice
of command —
“ Attention, battalion !”
Promptly with the word the six steers rose
from their recumbent attitude, shook their
flanks, and took the position of the soldier.
Again the clarion voice—
“ Forward—march!” And the trained ani
mals moved off, not with a great deal of time in
keeping step, ’tis true, but understanding the
command perfectly.
Then, not satisfied with the pace “at will”
of his troops, the incorrigible “ reb ” thunder
ed ont—
“ No enemy in front!”
And the veterans quickened up like the Old
Guard at Waterloo preparing for the headlong
ch a r ge.— M ; ssiss ippi Index.
B. F. B. and Chandler of the Senate were
walking up the avenue the other day, when
Butler broke out: “ Well Chandler, you have
heard me called a d d rascal often enough,
but did yon ever hear anybody call me a d d
fool*?” “Not exactly,” replied the amiable
Senator, “ but 1 often heard you called a
1 spooney,’ Ben.” “ What sort of a spooney ?”
said Ben., not taking the joke. “ Why, a silver
spooney, of course.”
VOL. 27. NO. 18
Profits of Farming.—At a recent dis
cussion at the New York Farmer’s Club,
in reference to the cash money profits of
farming, it seemed to be generally conceded
that the business failed to yield seven per
cent, on the capital invested. We were
somewhat surprised that none of the de
baters thought of giving the farm credit for
the three great necessaries of life—house
rent, table supplies and fuel. Viewed in
this light, farming is the safest and best in
vestment that can be made of capital.
Take, for instance, $20,000; let it be judi
ciously invested in a moderate amount of
land and all the stock and implements ne
cessary to its successful cultivation. The
proceeds from such an investment will sup
port a family in a degree of comfort, and
even luxury, that would cost six or seVen
thousand a year here in New York; and
where is the safe, honorable mercantile or
mechanical pursuit that will yield six
thousand a year on a twenty thousand dol
lar investment ? The profits of farming,
except in rare instances, will be found to
diminish as we extend our operations be
yond what is requisite for the comfortable
support of a family, and this may be done
as well on three hundred as on a thousand
acres of land ; and this is a strong argument
for the subdivision of the great landed
estates of the South.— Turf, Field & Farm.
A Proud Name.—A writer in one of the
leading British Reviews, during the progress
of the war, said the truth of history depended
upon the dispatches of Gen. Robt. E. Lee. As
much to as say, he did not prevaricate,
he did not extenuate, he alone was
free from exaggeration and misrepresentation.
One of our exchanges says in reference to a
slander perpetrated by the notoriously corrupt
Cameron, Os Pennsylvania:
Gen. Lee.—A correspondent oi the Louis
ville Courier, writing from Lexington, Ya., has
thought it worth while to deny the slanderous
statement of Cameron of the particulars con
nected with the tender of the command of the
United States army to Gen. Lee, when the war
upon the Southern States was about to be
begun. After reasoning upon the inherent and
inferential improbability of Cameron’s story,
the writer says, in italics, “ Gen. Lee says the
charge is untrue.” The denial was altogether
unnecessary. There is something about Gen.
Lee that repels the thought of dishonor, that
forty thousand Camerons could not fasten the
slightest suspicion on him.
What more conclusive evidence is wanted of
Cameron’s falsehood than the simple denial of
Root. E. Lee ? There is moral grandeur in the
thought.— Memphis Appeal.
A cardinal of the Church of Rome and an
Aulief Councillor—George Von Hnnlick, Arch
bishop of Agram—has issued a pastoral to the
faithful of his diocese, in which he speaks in
the following terms of the press and its mem
bers: “When we see that those who devote
themselves to the press—for the most part men
wit hout piety or conscience—are endeavoring
to ruin or to ridicule the sacred truths of the
Christian faith, and the very prlncip'escf sound
reason, and to bring unjust accusations even
against distinguished public authorities, we are
justified in saying that the liberty of thep-ess
has become one of the greatest evils of human
society; or, to speak more precisely, a verita
ble public pest. How can we hope’ to see the
sad progress oi general depravity and the
spirit of resistance to legal authority arrested,
when this herd of irreligious and conscience
less men, who are up to all the manoeuvres of
deriving’ therefrom personal lucre, are allowed
with impunity’ to scatter exery day over the
monarchy copies of their broad sheets by thou
sands ? So great, unfortunately, is the publi
cation of these sheets, and our large town es
pecially are so inundated with them, that there
may be found, in every street and spot, even in
the hands of cabmen and old cl< thes-women,
these journals filled with the most pernicious
instigation.”
A Base Swindle.—The few Radicals papers
of Georgia are making a “good thing” out of
the legal advertising that is given them to the
exclusion of all the other newspapers of the
State. An attorney told ns yesterday that his
client had been charged seventy dollars by tiie
j negro organ at Augusta for a marshal’s sale.
The advertisement would have been inserted
for the same length of time for private parties
for from twenty to twenty-five dollars. Anoth
er attorney informs us of a case where ninety
dollars was charged for a similar advertise
ment.
Now, while we think publishers should be
well paid, we protest against ail such swind
lers, and are pleased to hear that attorneys
throughout the State are about taking steps to
bring the matter before the United States Dis
trict Court. The advertisements arc worthless
at best, for nobody’ residing where the sales
take place ever see them. A number of sales
took place here yesterday, property advertised
in an Augusta paper without circulation, and
we doubt, if three men in the city knew any
thing about it.
We find the above article in the Macon Tele
graph of Sunday.
Female Heroism —It is related of Mrs.
Disraeli that on a certain occasion, when- her
husband was to deliver an important speech in
Parliament, she carried him to the House m
her carriage. As he stepped out and walked
away, the door of the vehicle was, by some ac
cident, closed suddenly and violently, catching
the lady’s finger and crushing .flesh and bone.
Knowing that the occurrence would naturally
disturb Disraeli’s equanimity, and possibly af
fect his effort, the heroic woman suppressed all
cry or sign of pain until he was out of sight
and hearing, then drove to a surgeon’s office
and submitted to the necessary operation.
[Alton Democrat.
The Mayor of Fontainebleau refused to marry
a couple who presented themselves before him
for that purpose, because the bridegroom
was drunk. Four days later the same party
came again, the man in no better condition.
The Mayor indignantly expostulated with the
bride, who blushingly responded : “ May it
please your worship I would much rather bring
my man before he has had his glass; but the
misfortune is, that when he’s sober ne won t
come.” . B
Earl Cardigan died in England on the 28th
of last month. He was a dashing cavalry offi
cer, and as the leader of the “Charge of the
Li<rbt Brigade” at Balaklava, stands a fair
chance of military immortality. In profession
al as well as in private life, he was a brutal and
overbearing tyrant, and was cordially bated by
his subordinates, with whom on several occa
sions he was brought into unpleasent collision.
Farmers’ Fruit Cake.—Chop and soak 3
cups of dried apples over night; simmer
hours in two cups of molasses, add 2 eggs, 1
cup sugar, 1 cup milk, % cup butter, heaping
teaspoonfull of soda; make a rather thick bat
tea and bake in a quick oven.
Joseph E. Brown,~a little over a year ago
• denied, emphatically, that a legislature or a
State Convention, could impair the obligation
of contracts.” The Judges were then to declare
such action a nullity. Now according to this
unscrupulous man, they are to accept it as valid
in spite of their paramount obligation to the
Federal Constitution—MarteWa Journal.