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About Weekly constitutionalist. (Augusta, Ga.) 185?-1877 | View Entire Issue (July 15, 1868)
eiic wctiitu BOiiSiWiitioiaiist BY STOCKTON & CO, OIR TERMS. The following are the rates of Subscription: Daily, one year $lO 00 Wbkklt, one year $3 00 [Frjm the New York Evening Poet. Harvest Time. BY ANNA F. HAZARD. The lengthening shadows, leaving the grern lea, Creep down the rugged rocks and stoop to kiss the sea; . Then hurriedly cli-rb up again, and turn to flee Back to the purple hill. Up the broad path the reapers homeward go— The little gleaners wander to and fro ; And from the valley, 1-ing just below, Echoes the linkling rill. The lindens, leaning over the green lane, Are hung with samples of the golden grain Caught from the fulness of the laden wain As it bore home its prize. Their clustering leaves press tne bright light away, And so beneath reigns twilight all the day, Save when some straying sunbeam, like a tay, Peeps in with laughing eyes. Beyond the harvest fields the rolling land Slopes to the sea : toward the level strand The waves ride proudly in, to gret t the sand. Ea-h bows its silvered crest; Then, fearing up, sweeps out again to sea, Chanting upon their way sweet melody. And so they rise and fail unceasingly, And never are at rest. Wrapped in a peaceful stillness Nature lies, As if, while gazing on the quiet skies, She had looked past their depths, had met God’s eyes, And in that gaze grown calm; As if, awed by the solemn sight, she lay, Or, fallen asleep, was dreaming life away, Singing, unconsciously, by night and day, A reverential psalm. Half veiled in golden light of sh'mmering air, The landscape stretches, wondrously fair, No trace of paling beauty anywhere ; Na'ure is in her prime. In richest robes the hills and woods appear, The lakes and springs lie motionless and clear, Ruled by the fairest Queen of all the year— Beau’iful harvest time. The silver river, winding through the lea, The singing birds on every greenwood tree, The music of the never sib nt sea, The deep and silent wood, Are never changing witnesses that He Who made all these fair things so graciously Is mighty in His love, and prayerfully ' I whisper, *• God is good.” • H tshed for the night is labor’s busy hum, The patient oxen from the home croft come, Their yoke unloosened, and. their day’s work done, Down to thelitt’e spring.” In from the sea the fragant breezes roam. Bearing the scent of sea flowers, fresh 'y blown, And murmuring of their wild, free, ocean home, They "gladden everything. Lise little lambkins hastening to the fold, Anil seeking shelter from the night and cold, Drift the white cloudlets to the gates of gold, And enter one by one ; Al' day ranging about the quiet sky, God’s great wide pasture ground stretched out on high, They've wandered, and, now weary, homeward hie, Where gleams the sinking sun. Into its rainbow curtained setting place The golden orb rides down with stately grace, Blow veiling in the clouds its radiant face, And Io ' at i‘s command, Longer the shadows tall on rock and tree, From rny fades the hai vest pl.in and sea, And twilight clasps its pah arms, lovingly, * :fee peaceful fan Weep ' Weep i Jir/Vrrr, iraefdare, i-opsrc falsis nominibus, type- : rium : qtpui übi so’.itudine nf'aciunt,paeem appellans.* \ [Tacitus Agricola, A'ALK. j Weep ! weep, for a fallen land, - For a standard sheet laid low ! Freedom is lost! let every’ heart Echo the note of wo ! Yea, weep ye sol tiers, weep ; ’Twill not your manhood stain To mourn with grievous bitterness Honor and valor slain ! Weep, friendless women, weep ! For the golden days of yore— For the desolate homes, the aching hearts ; The loved ones are no more. Bravely they fought and well, •That noble hero band ; Bravely they fought, and bravely died ! To save their suffering land. Our Southern soil is red With the blood of many slain ; Lake sacrificial wine it fell, But the sacrifice was vain ; Peace dawns upon our land, O, God, that this should be, That Peace should smile o’er Freedom’s grave, And we that smile should see. Let f outhem men now take A long farewell of Fame- Let Southern men bow meekly down To tyranny and shame 1 Great God ! that such should live To hail the fatal hour, That crushes Freedom to the dust, ’Neath Northern hate and power I But many a patriot heart Yet thrills to the war-god’s breath ; And many still would battle on For Freedom to the death 1 Weep 1 weep ! but not for them, The martyrs ’neath the sod, For they eternal peace have found Around the throne of God ! Peace!—Peace !—’tie but a word A mockery—a name— Alas, O Goa! ’tis but the wreath That hides the tyrant’s chain 1 Yet if it thus must be— And Freedom ne’er be won — Then, Father, give us strength to say— “ Thy will on earth be done !” Carrie, j ‘To ravage, to slaughter, to usurp under false titles, i they call government: and where they make a desert, | they call it peace. - [ From the Norfolk Journal. “ Whom Having Not Seen, We Love.” BT M. E. M. It is easy to love when eye meets eye, Ari'l the g’ance reveals in the heart, When the flush on the cheek ean the soul bespeak, And the lips in gladness part; There’s a thrill of bliss in the loving kiss, And a spell in the kindly tone, And the spirit hath bonds of tenderness, To link to Itself its own. Ent a deeper joy, that hath no alloy. From the heart’s pure fount may flow, When its wealth of love is bestowed above, Where all its praises go! In communion sweet, at the Mercy Seat, We call the Christ our own, And never again may v. e complain, Who are nevermore alone. Though we gaze not now on the lovely brow, For us that felt the thorn, Though afar from home, we pilgrims roam, And our feet, with toil, are worn; Though we never have pressed that pierced hand, It is stretched our lives above! And we own His care, in grateful prayer “ Whom having not seen, we love!” We have felt Him near, for many a year When at eve we I ent the knee, ’ The presence there, the answered prayer, Dear Saviour, came from Thee! When we’ve held our breath, by the bed of death In an agony of woe, In that dirkest hour, we have felt Ilis power All comfort to bestow. And still as we climb the Lili of time, And the hopes of earth grow dim. Through the gloom of night, to the heavenly light, We are pressing on to U rn 1 From the idols away, of this fading day, We are lifting our e, es above To the city of gold, where His arms shall fold, “ Whom having not seen, we love 1” [From the St. Paul Pioneer. Grant's Acceptance of Presents from Every body—A Dangerous Position for a Presi dent to be in. There is one feature of General Grant’s character—or rather one of his practices— that has not been made the subject of com ment, because as long as lie kept out of the political ring everybody was disposed to treat him with great consideration, on ac ’eount of his position and assumed services. But in choosing a President all the weak nesses of candidates are scanned with criti cal, if not with jealous eyes, and every mark of unfitness for the high office be comes conspicuous. His easy practice of putting himself in the way’ where presents are offered, and his free habit of accepting them, is now attracting abundant comment . It is a scandalous habit. It places an offi cer under too many obligations to private individuals. It creates a strange and dan gerous fellowship for one who should be in a position free from corrupt approach.— There is not a public man in the country who has ever placed himself in this situa tion, aside from General Grant, if we ex cept the corrupt Radical rascals about Washington, and some who were in the ar my. A truthful writer, J. C. K. Forest, a former editor of the Chicago Tribune, de scribes this practice of Grant’s as follows: Grant is known to be a very self-absorb ed. selfish and grasping man. He takes everything that is presented to him, no matter by whom, or what the supposed consideration. Rich men of the national bank and bondholder stripe have presented him with houses, bonds and stocks. Sport ing men have presented him with horses. Gamblers have presented him with billiard tables. Dog fanciers have presented him with pups. Theatre managers constantly present him with dead head tickets. Harness makers have presented him with saddles and harness. Carriage makers have present ed him with carriages. Russell, Jones and Washburne knew his weak point when they presented him with §5,000 of stock in the Chicago Horse Railway Company.— Even poor card-writers present him with all the visiting cards he uses—for which they get in return letters of thanks in very indifferent English. In fine, “ all is fish that comes to Grant’s net.” When some wealthy men in New York, shortly after President Johnson’s accession to office, tendered him a Valuable carriage, the President declined the present, because it would be an impropriety for him to ac cept private gifts. Gen. Grant had no such nice sense of propriety. He has received presents of all sorts, in every variety of I property, and he saves them well. Bonds, money, libraries, houses and lots, horses, carriages, billiard tables,and many smaller things; amounting in their total value to hundreds of thousands of dollars, are the evidences that he has preserved of his want of delicacy, and of a nice sense of what is be- [ coining in a man high in station, with | flavor^' to grant and power to This is not the worst of it. These gifts are I she actual fruit of corruption and" unlawful | practices, or of business speculations that nearly approach such things. The money with which they were purchased came from the contractors and shoddy thieves, the cotton thieves, the army and navy thieves; the men who furnished the soldiers with mouldy hard bread and magotty bacon to eat, and with paper soled shoes to wear; the bond thieves, who lent the Government greenbacks when gold was 283, and de manded their pay in gold when it was 140; the tariff, the iron, and the whisky rings, and the scoundrels generally who have amassed vast wealth by plundering the treasury of the people. It is this sort of folks to whom, by ac cepting their presents, General Grant has bound himself inextricably. How can he, for shame, choke off from the treasury a robber whose arm is in the vault up to the elbow, and who has just presented him with a span of horses or a package of green backs. The worst men in the country—the spoliators of the treasury—the robbers of the people’s taxes —the corrupters of pub lic morality—have already propitiated his favor by gifts; and by his acceptance of what they gave him, he has disarmed him self of all the power he might have possess ed to thwart their schemes of plunder. Let this be thought of when tax payers are asked to “ vote for Grant.” [ From the St. Louis Republican. Ben Butler on Patent Medicines. Mr. Butler took occasion in the debate on the tax bill to give to the country his opinion of manufacturers of patent medi cines, pills, powders, tinctures, troches, lozenges, liniments, cordials, bitters, es sences, cosmetics, perfumery, extracts, hair oil, pomades, hair restoratives, hair dye, tooth wash, etc., etc. He denounced the manufacturers of these articles as the least useful people on earth, and of “ least con sequence to anybody but themselves.”— Their articles he declared were of “ no use except to poison” the people, and he, for one, would “ legisl tte them out of exist ence” if he could. He would tax them generally, tax them under the stamp taxes, fax them everywhere, and, if possible, so tax them that they would never be heard of again. But. why should the “ Beast Butler ” be “ running-a-muck” thus against the patent medicines and cosmetics which count among their patrons one-half of the people of this Republic? Who stands in need of cosmetics so much as he? He has no hair on the top of his head. He is shockingly oblique-visioned. Is his breath sweet? Does he need no den tifrice? No aromatic cachous? Nothing to be applied to bald pate, mouth or skin ? We are sure that he needs to be blistered for chronic irritability and ill temper. A patent cathartic would cool the fever of his blood, and a patent anodyne moderate his ferocity. And we are sure that all the women of the land, with a large proportion of the men, added to the numerous class of manufacturers and venders of patent medi cines, cosmetics and perfumery, who are so intemperately denounced by him, would vote to give him a sugar-coated strychnine pill, to be taken before breakfast to-morrow morning. The reconstructed States will find their burdens greater than they can bear if the Radical Ben Butler is to be per mitted to tax out of existence cosmetics and perfumery. In the Legislature of South Carolina there are ninety-eight negroes to fifty-seven wites. How shall that fragrant race of American citizens of African descent qualify themselves for a welcome into the Anglo-Saxon society they are to dominate, SAUGUS PA, GA., WEDNESDAY MORNING, JULY 15, 1868. without a free use of promades, essences, extracts, toilet waters and aromatic cachous? Or how shall the “ reconstruct ed” whites escape asphyxiation by the over powering odors exhaled from African skins, in the new social order in the South, if Ben Butler is to be permitted to lay prohibitory taxes on the pleasing luxuries of the toilet which afford delicious relief from the per fumes of African civilization ? Patent medicines and cosmetics may be “ poisons.” But reconstruction with three millions of negroes at the top of the social organiza tion, and no cosmetics and no aromatic cachous and perftunery—is not that some thing worse than poison ? Is Butler con spiring to depopulate the South of the white race? The Question of the Hour. The LaCrosse Democrat puts matters very often in a very forcible manner. There is much rough truth in the following extract from an article in a late issue of that paper: We are earnest, for there has been enough to make us so. We saw men come in power promising retrenchment, reform and greater liberty, and breaking faith with the people every hour. We saw innocent men slain, laws ignored, States ground to agony under rein of iron and hoofs of steel, people sacri ficed by thousands by reckless, incompetent officers, labor taxed to enrich idleness and support an illegal aristocracy ; we saw men mangled, women weeping, children crying, armies melting away, poor men robbed, Christians insulted, the dying and dead robbed by vandals, homes destroyed and rioting run mad—all this time Democratic leaders divided over questions of in stead of standing side by side for the right and the future! We see in shops, factories and places where men labor unceasingly day after clay —on farms where from earliest dawn to edge* of night honest, hard-working men and women toil, thousands and thousands work ing to pay taxes for themselves, and then the negroes in idleness ; and then the mili tary tiiat terrifies industry ;'and then the bondholders who in time of danger for their country could only furnish money on being assured that they should have no taxes to pay, and are now exempt from taxation. We see white men legislated into slavery —compelled to support an aristocracy that pays no taxes, and we are earnest to relieve them of tiie load ! We see States torn and trampled by those who rule but to ruin—we see weeds grow ing where once beautiful homes stood to mark Southern prosperity—we see lazy, loutish, lustful, lying negroes placed in j position to make laws for people of educa- ■ tion—we see industry strangled, favoritism i in iiigii places, corruption endorsed and ! protected, extravagance and reckless dis- j regard for expense in all branches of the ■ Gov.-.rinneiit, u'<i I v. ■ eauiiotl, hei > being in earnest, wishing to God others were like us, more earnest tor the right and more ready to combat the wrong. Then we see all over, the land moral cowards —Democrats who love patronage more than principle—timid aspirants who would secure votes of braver and better men than themselves, doing nothing to give hope or pluck to the people, but for some reason working to protect the robbers rather than the robbed, and we wonder at their listiessness, and right and left let fall the blows without which posterity would be in slavery, and in ignorance of the char acter of Republicans who have so wrought evil for the land. We are earnest, for we are right and hon est in our opinions. We are earnest, as ail are who are in sympathy with the oppress ed, and if it be wrong or a crime, we are guilty and ever shall be. Proscribed States of the South.—lt is gratifying to observe that the prospect is diminishing of any serious difference of opinion in the ensuing convention of the constitutional party, touching the position to be taken and held on the question of par ticipation in the electoral college of the proscribed States of the South. The true and plain principle is rapidly coining to the surface in every discussion, that no State shall be counted in that college whose status is not what it shall have been made by the will, lawfully expressed, of its ow.i people, exercised without military control in antag onism to their rights. It is not a State in the abstract, but an organic State, which votes for President; and it can be organized only by the free and full will of its people under its real laws, and not by bogus ones ; and that canrtot be exercised, or even if exercised, cannot be ascertained if military government in fraud and force supervises elections, and carries them for negro supre macy against the lawful will of the people. If the polls are to be opened by the blast of the bugle, voting carried on under bayonets, and closed with the evening gun; if the best and most honored class of white men are to be compelled by the sword to bend to a power which punishes them for a pardoned offense, and that in express viola tion of the Constitution, by an ex post facto law, whether contained in a State or a Federal ordinance, organic or statutory—if such is to be the State, its people have no will; and if they have, they have no practi cal means of certifying it.so that it may be recognized, except as the voice of white men in their primary capacity might be.— The just ami sound constitutional principle is always the expedient one for a great can vass involving a struggle between free gov ernment and mob or military violence. | National Intelligencer. “ Forget.” —This is the word used by every scalawag in the South. “Forget” what? “ Forget” that you honestly went into the war for Southern independence ! “ Forget ” that you carry in every fibre of your body an ache or a pain for every weary mile and every hour of exposure ! “ Forget ” the glorious memories of Lee and Jackson ! “ Forget ” that you were a man —tell a lie ami take the test oath. We may forgive, but “ forget /” “ The bridegroom may forget the bride, Was made hie wedded wife yestereen ; , The monarch may forget the crown That on bis head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles so sweetly on her knee • But I’ll remember thee, Glencairn, And all that thou has done for me.” It takes a long time to start a newspaper and bring it up to a good established paying con dition. Ihe publishers of the Stockholm (Sweden) Gazette, after trying it one hundred and three years, have at last abandoned the [ enterprize. General Lee as a Trainer and Ruler of the Young—His Health—Feeling Towards Him of the People of Lexington. Dr. Bagby, who attended the late com mencement at Washington College, writes Os General Lee as follows to his paper, the Native Virginian: And here it will be in place to relate that, on my return from Lexington, a gentleman in the coach expressed the fear that Gen. Lee’s kindness of heart and his desire to enlarge the college might, perhaps, make him too lenient and, possibly, lower the scholastic standard. To quiet his fears I told him what had been told me a few days before by a clergyman residing in Lexing ton. “ General Lee’s office,” said he, “is no sinecure. His work taxes to the utmost his powerful constitution. He registers in his mind not only the face, but the name of each of the 410 students. Nor is that all. He can tell you the standing of each stu dent in tiie several branches which he studies, and any neglect of duty is prompt ly punished.” “ Punished !” I exclaimed. “Yes,” said he, “in General Lee’s own way.” I “ How is that?” I inquired. “Well, not long since a young friend of mine, who is in the college, confessed to me that he had been, as he expressed it, ‘ haul ed up ’ —that is, he had received a message to the effect that the President desired to see him in his office.” “ Did General Lee lecture you ?” “ No, indeed.” “ Did he scold you ?” “ Scold ! I only wish he had. He talked to me so kindly that he nearly broke my hegrt, and you don’t catch me in there again, I tell you.” That is “ General Lee’s way,” not like Stonewall Jackson’s, but quite as effectual in college as Jackson’s was in the army. If we ad -’ to this personal supervision of each individual student, the labor of cor respondence (a great deal of which cannot be taken off his hands), and other duties, we may understand how it is that the re port, which went the rounds of tile papers a few months ago, of the jGeneral’s failing i health should have gained credence. He has improved very much of late, but does not present that robust appearance to which our eyes were accustomed during the war. Replying to a gentleman, who congratulated him at the annual supper upon the prospect of the long holiday before him, he expressed his regrets at not being able to mount his horse and ride' day after day among tiie mountains. He must desire and must need greatly the quietude ; and refreshment of the soul which comes 'of solitary communion with nature. Upon ; his health hang too many priceless interests i for it to be hazarded, and of this it were l well that those immediately around him | <hpyild iiTv< r be unmindful. r , The re-Tu’end affe-<- ion and' admiration with which General Lee is regarded‘by the citizens of Lexington' seems rather to in crease than to lessen—proof enough, if proof were wanting, of the true greatness of the man. Whenever he rides through the village, the people watch him with as much interest as though they had never seen him before, and if he chance to step in the street on some business, they linger at their doors and windows as if their eyes would never tire of gazing upon that face so heroic yet so full of all gentleness. The Wife. —Here is the best tribute to a true woman we ever read: Only let a woman be sure she is precious to her husband—not useful, not valuable, and not convenient simply, but lovely and beloved; let her be the recipient of his polite and hearty attentions, let her feel that her cares and love are noticed, appreciated and returned; let her opinion be asked, her ap proval sought, and her judgment respected in matters with which she is cognizant; in short, let her only be loved, honored and cherished, in fulfillment of the marriage vow, and she will be to her husband, her children and society a well-spring of hap piness. She will bear pain and toil and anxiety, for her husband’s love to her is a tower and fortress. Shielded and sheltered therein, adversity will have lost its sting. She may suffer, but sympathy will dull the edge of sorrow. A. house with love in it—and by love I mean love expressed in word, and looks, and deeds, for I have not a spark of faith in love that never crops out—is to a house without love as a person to a machine: one is life, the other is mechanism—the unloved woman may have bread just as light, a house just as tidy as the other, but the lat ter has a spring of beauty,about her, a joyousness, a penetrating brightness to which the former is an entire stranger.— The deep happiness of her heart shines out in her face. She gleams over. It is airy and graceful, and warm, and welcoming with her presence; she is fu|J of devices and plots, and sweet surprises for her husband and family. She has never done with the romance and poetry of life. She herself is a lyric poem, setting herself to all pure and gracious melodies. Humble household ways and duties have for her a golden significance. The prize makes her calling high ; and the end sanctifies the means.— “ Love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.” The Largest Roof in the World.— The metropolitan station now being erect ed for the Midland Railway at King’s Cross, London, is nearly as great an ad vance in the construction of roofs as the Great Eastern was in the building of ships. The new building is erected alongside of the Great Northern Station, which was a short time since regarded as a tremendous structure. Some idea of the advance made of late years may be obtained from the fact that the span of the single arch is thirty feet wider than the span of the two arches which cover the Great Northern Station.— It has never before been attempted to cover a space of 240 feet with one span for the purpose of forming a roof. In bridge building much wider distances have been spanned, but it has hitherto been thought unnecessary to cover so wide a space with one roof. It is not very apparent why the attempt has now been made, as two arches would have been much more economical, and, we should have supposed, equally con venient. The height of the arch from the rail level is 99 feet, and the rails 13 feet 6 iiMihes above the road level. There will be eleven lines of rails, and the space under neath is to be made available for cellars, of which there will be about four acres. [ English Paper. [From the Richmond Enquirer. Sibert’s Steel—The Great Discovery of the Age. We obtain the following information from General Imboden, the correspondent in this city of the patentee, in regard to this wonder ful discovery, with permission to make it pub lic : Elizabeth Furnace, the property of the Messrs. Forber, seventeen miles west of Staun ton, is now in full blast, and turning out about six tons a day of fine steel, made directly from brown Hematite iron ore. Over one hundred tons have been made in the last three weeks. It has been tested for edge tools and otherwise and found to be of admirable quality. The Cen tral Company have brought down about six tons, and arrangements have,.been made with the Tredegar Company to roll it in their mills into rails and bars and east it into wheels and tires. In a few days the process will be pre sented to the world for adoption, and the merits of the discovery will be sustained by the public endorsement of some of the most distin guished engineers ol this country. Last week Col. Andrew Talcott, late Chief Engineer of the Imperial Railway of Mexico, one of the best known and most distinguished men of his profession in the United States, his son, Col. T. M. R. Talcott, also of high distinc tion and attainments in the same profession, and H. D. Whitcomb, Esq., Engineer and Su perintendent of the Virginia Central Railroad, acknowledged to be one of the leading railroad men of the South, visited Elizabeth Furnace and spent a day in examining this process, and the metal produced. The result of their ob- servations in detail wifi shortly be laid before the public. They concur in opinion, as we are informed, that this discovery is of such magni tude in its results to stagger belief. Having satisfied themselves at the furnace of the fact that the steel is there made with the facility and cheapness of common pig iron, by a pure ly scientific process, in which well known laws of chemistry are applied in the preparation of a flux that produces this great result, these gentlemen will attend the operations next week at the Treuegar Rolling Mills, in which it is proposed to convert the crude stall ingots into all the forms of that metal required in the arts. The Virginia Central Railroad Company has furnished one of its engines with tires of this < steel, madaby Parkins, Nelson & Co., at Staun ton, and Mr. Whitcomb, since his visit to the furnace, has decided to introduce it for wheels and rails on his road. The patentee and his associate owners of this discovery have simply secured their rights in this country and Europe, but have not tried to interest capitalists to adopt it. We are glad to learn that a meeting will shortly be held of those interested, probably in | this city, to decide upon what terms the patent j may be used. By a proper policy this dis-! covery may do more to develop the iron inter-| ests of Virginia than all other causes eombified. Truths of Scripture. The correspondent of the Boston Journal, writing from the Holy Land, says: At the hotel table in Beyrout my right band neighbor was a Connecticut judge. “I don’t see,” said he, “ how any one can visit Jerusa lein without giving up pretty much all their belief in the Bible.' That the place whefe Christianity was given; uiturq'ly we should expect to find it pure, and what do we see ? A set of lazy monks, fighting like cats and dogs over a place which they call the Holy Sepulchre. They point out the place where Mary stood ; where Jesus stood; where the three crosses stood, and a-dozen other places—all absurdities. I don’t see how any one can go there without coming to the conclusion-that a good deal of what we supposed was truth in the Bible is not to be believed.” The reply which we heard was this : “ On the contrary, having been through the country, my convictions of the truth of the Bible have been deepened. There are wonder ful points of contact betweenjprophecy and his tory, exact fulfillments of prophetic words. I have seen places just as the Bible describes them, and men doing just what the old prophets said they would do—cultivating grapes on the hill of Samaria and spreading their nets on the foundations of Tyre.” Tourists visit Egypt to gaze upon its mighty ruins, to connect themselves with the past by beholding with the eye, but Palestine is a land of associations. There are no mighty ruins except those in and around Jerusalem. It is only by forgetting the present—the monks and their mummeries, the Arabs and their degra dation—and thinking of the past, accepting the history of the Bible and proving its truth, that the tourist can find pleasure in Palestine. To those who accept the Bible as the word of God, there is no such pleasure in any other land as that which is in store for them in the pastures of Bethlehem, where the great choir of Heaven sang their song divine, “ Peace on earth, good will to men;” or in the peaceful vale of Nazareth ; or by the Sea of Galilee, where Jesus walked upon the watersand stilled the storm-tossed waves; by Bethany, Gethse mane, and on the brow of Olivet, where he passed into Heaven, triumphant over sin and death, his work done, the gates of Paradise evermore open to all who call upon his name. Heine’s Will.—The “last will and testa ment” of the poet Henri Heine has just seen the light. It was written by himself on the 27th of September, 1846, and has a codicil dated the 16th of February, 1847. He states that be died poor, although lie lias only to put out his hand and gather the golden harvest. Though a Protestant, he directs that his remains be in terred in the section of the cemetery of Mont martre reserved for Roman Catholics, in order that his wife, who belonged to that religion, might one day be laid beside him. If the chari ty of the French clergy would not, permit of this arrangement, lie desires that a spot of ground be purchased in perpetuity, to carry out his views. He left all his little property to his wife, who, “ by her goodness and fidelity had adorned his life.” He bids adieu to his mother and relatives, to his country--Germany “ a land of mysteries and sufferings”—and to the “ good and witty French, whom he loves I’ To Extract Essences from Flowers.— Procure a quantity of the petals of any flowers which have an agreeable fragrance; card thin Dyers of cotton, which dip into the finest florence or Lucca oil; sprinkle a small quantity of fine salt on the fl 'overs, and lay a layer ol cotton and one of flowers alternately, until an earthen vessel or wide mouthed glass bottle is full. Tie the top close with a bladder, then lay the vessel in a south aspect to the heat of the sun, and in fifteen days, when uncovered, a fragrant oil may be squeezed away from the whole mass, quite equal to the highly valued otto of roses. Arago once confidently announced that a big comet that was approaching the earth would not destroy it. “ How do you know ?” he was asked. “ I don’t know,” he replied; “ but in either case lam safe. If it does not knock the world to pieces, I shall be considered a prophet; if it does, they can’t blow me up iu the newspapers. A lady, who had a son at school, has for bidden him to play the “ national game,” for fear he may be prematurely balled. It seems difficult to decide which is the more destructive —the mortar in the battle-field, or the mortar in the drug shop. VOL. 27. NO. 29 A Veritable Bull in a Veritable China k.HOP.—From time immemorial the phrase “ a bull in a china shop” has been regarded less aa a conception to be realized than as a figure of speech to convey an idea of the inevitable de struction which is sure to result from the presence of an unwieldly and indefensive ele ment. Few have ever seen a bull in a china shop, but all can appreciate what is likely to follow from such an alarming entree. The simfie is readily recognized when we look at the bovine party which has managed to get into the Government shop, and, with that tre mendous bull at their head, Ben Butler, are smashing np the china it cost flbis American people so much to collect. In this instance no simile could be more perfect, and probably for such contingencies the designers of such phrases wisely provided. This morning, how ever, we are enabled to record the rare instance of a veritable bull in a veritable china shop and no mean china shop either, but one where a courageous but mendacious bull could de stroy the aggregate work of a lifetime. Before noon to-day a great antlered bovine finding the time hanging heavily on his hands’ strolled leisurely and modestly by the side door on Broome street in the store of’ E. V. Hangh wout, and the visit being as unexpected as it was momentous, there was no one in the im mediate neighborhood who adequately realized its nature and importance. However, when it had been noticed by somebody industriously, cleaning the glass cases, no battery of artillery planted in the doorway preparing to shell the whole concern could have conveyed any more appalling impression. In went the bull be tween rows of brilliant glass-cases, in which the most expensive of Bohemian vases were con tained, and, turning to the right made bis way to a magnificent mirror. Thanks to that mirror, the establishment was saved. Overcome by his vanity, that wretched bull stood stupidly' ad miring himself when his time should have been occupied in making acquaintance with the china and enjoying a good time generally. He well deserves never to get a similar chance again. Two bipeds stole noiseless!}- behind him, and while he was utterly lost admiring the sharp tip on his horns took him quietlv by the tail and drew him,gently back. Then with the utmost facility they wheeled him around and showed him to the door with a success the most marvellous that has ever been heard of. •Incredible to relate, not an article was disturb ed, and that doubly stupid bull will have to pass his days in vaiu remo'rse for the opportu nity he so wilfully let pass. uV. F. Evening Telegram, June ZQth. Death of Mrs. Mary Howard Benning The many friends of this most estimable and patriotic lady, and of her gallant and respected husband, Gen. H. L. Benning, wiil regret to hear of her death, which occurred on Sunday night. Mrs. Benning was a daughter of the late Hou. Seaborn' Jones. Not only in her home circle and domestic duties did she illus trate the highest virtues of her sex, but in enterprise ot a public nature, to which woman’s influence and co-operation could be-applied, she was zealous and conspicuous for the pro motion of Christianity, for'the alleviation of human suffering, and for the support of the common cause of our people. She was most liberal in the devotion of her time and means to the supply of clothing to the suffering soldiers aithc Confederacy and the alleviation of the condition of the sick and wounded. Many a poor'.-oldier of the Southern .- niies owed to her a debt of gratitude for i.ss li -.uee in his hotfr of need and suffering ; and many of the wives and children of soldiers were com-, sorted in their bereavement And destitution by her exertions or contributions in their behalf. Such a woman was an ornament! and blessing to the community in which she lived, .and the community bereaved by her death sympathizes deeply with those nearest and dearest to her,, who feel most deeply the great loss they have sustained.— Columbns Enquirer. A Worthy Act on the Part of a Colored Man.—A colored man in Richmond, Va., John Dabney by name, purchased his freedom from his mistress just before the war for $2,000, agreeing to pay the amount by installments. During the pendency of the struggle he paid about one-half of it in Confederate currency, which was at last so depreciated in value that bis late mistress requested him to discontinue the payments until the close of the conflict. When slavery was abolished the debt was, of course, no longer due; but, notwithstanding he was advised against such a course, Dabney lately transmitted to his old mistress, now in indigent circumstances, S6OO in greenbacks being the balance of the $2,000 he had con tracted to pay. An Economical Way to Import Cham pagne.—Recently the question of revising the tariff on champagne wines was up in the’Ways and Means Committee, and an agent of the French Government appeared to represent cer tain facts concerning that interest. An intelli gent member of the committee whorepresents in part the city of Pittsburg, noticed that the duty was levied on bottles, whereupon he was struck with an economical idea. “ Since you complaim so much of tiffs duty as being heavy on your manufacturers, why don’t you make it lighter by importing your champagne in casks ?” The poor Frenchman was too polite to laugh, and to this day the representative is filled with a contempt of the shiftless and extravagant way In which those French do their export business. | Washington Correspondent Cincinnati Gazette. Sharp Practice by a Murderer.—An drews, the Kingston, Mass., murderer, has done a smart but dishonest thing since his imprison ment. It was well known that there were two mortgages on Andrews’ homestead, but the mortgagers, having perfect confidence in the deacon’s integrity, neglected to put the papers on record. Andrews now secures the payment of a fee to one of bis counsel by a mortgage, which has been rushed into the registry and thus takes precedence of the others.— Ex. That lawyer will hardly risk his fee by raising the plea of insanity for his client. Fleas.—Some time since we saw an item asking for a remedy to destroy the above named exceedirgly annoying little scalawags. An exchange gives the following receipt: “ Place the ferocious animal on a smooth board and pen him in with a hedge of shoe maker’s wax. Then, as soon as he becomes quiet, commence reading to him the doings of Congress and he will burst with indignation. Death of Judge Sansom. —James T. San som, Esq., a native and resident of Athens, died, of pleuro-pneumonia, on Saturday morn ing last. The deceased had long been a mer chant here ; was distinguished as an indus-- trious and honest business man ; had been a member of the Town Council, a Judge of the Inferior Court, and was one of the Democratic candidates for the Legislature at the late elec tion in this county. His death will be deplored by a large circle of relatives and friends. | Watchman. The coroner’s jury in the Hyams case closed their investigation yesterday, and returned a verdict “that the deceased Came to his death from the disease of the liver and a natural de cay of nature.” The rendition of this verdict occasioned considerable comment among those who had heard the evidence elicited during the investigation.— Charleston News. The greatest miracle ever wrought b\ love is the reformation of a coquette.
