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®hc Wcchlu (Constitutionnlist. BY STOCKTON 4 CO, OUR. TERMS. The following are the rates of Subscription: Daily, one year. 1 10 00 Weekly, one year ? s 0° - 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.