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MI 8 G X L L AHSOHS.
Ah Acrostic.
M ollie dear, thou art bright and fair,
O lily like tb e. the pnre angel* are.
L et me then on thy natal day
L nve’B offering upon thy altar lay,
I love the well, and in my heart,
E *er shall thou of existence be a part,
M. ollie, dear, with a brow of snow
M ay I feel the power of love’s bright glow,
U nequalled art thou my beautiful girl.
L ove's own worth, with a set of pearl,
K nowing full-well my love is thine,
E ver may its links around ns tu ine,
Y cs, dear, until the end ot time.
A Forest Dream.
To
I sat upon a fallen tree,
. Lying across a stream,
To rest my weary limbs and see
A gran o’ old forrest scene.
The little st team let’s joyons song
Was music sweet to me,
As it swiftly swept along
Under the prostrate tree.
And no other sound was heard
Save the murmuring breeze,
And now and then a little bird
Singing amid the trees.
All alone in the mountain wood,
Weary as I could be,
Reposing in the solitude
1 slept, and dreamed of time.
I tho’t Htl ist your heart was won,
And we stood side by side
While the parson made us one—
Made you my darling bride.
Oh, how sweet that dream of bliss,
But ah ! how brief to me ;
For as l stooped your cheek to kiss,
I—tumbled off the tree.
~ THE SHADOWS.
[The following remarkable story by
Leoir Gozlan, is a match-piece fir the
sketch of “Bernardin St. Pierre’s Three
Strange Visitors,” by the same band.]
Last winter 1 was iu the habit of going
every Wednesday evening to a re-union iu
the “Maris,” over which a lady, belonging
to an old legal family, presided with ex
quisite grace. 1 had consulted rather my
tastes and quiet habits, tknr my age, in
seeking an introduction amongst the grave
spirits and solemn characters which c im
posed this society. You met there very
few young people of the world ; rarely
any females who hail not accomplished
their forty years. If accident brought
thither me of less certain date, they nev
er returned a second, time. They carried
away with tin m the lecollectinn of long
yellow candles, shedding a yellow light
over yellow figures; of sofas, on the backs
of which the hands ot Justice were em
broidered in black and white silks; of ta
pestry of “Ambusson.” anplegreen, and
upon which might be distinguished, in
fatut-marked squares, first: the fatal duel
of the Baron de Bouteville with the Mar
quis de Bouveron, in the centre of the
place Roy ale. Further on, yon saw the
Baron de Bouteville arrested by the Pro
vost and his officers at Vitry-le-Brulo.
Further still, upon a square which mark
ed a door, you assisted at the Baron's exe
cution upon the Place de Greve.
No one could ever forget the high gray
windows; the pictures, out of all propor
tion, from which frowned fearfully the
dark portraits of Judges, and “Presidents
a Mortier,” all surmounted by wigs of a
size which gave them the appearauce c.f
black lions growling beneath their mighty
mane*. ,
After a low month*, however, you be
gan to grow familiar with lliese terrors,
Gradually 1 dred <0 look upon the por
trait of the great ancestor of the family,
standing upright in his frame, which was
at least a fool thick, and dressed in the
costume ot a Judge of the “Chambe Ar
deuie.” I even dared to touch it.
The uiisiress of the mansion had des
cribed to me the characters and habits of
the few persons who made up her Wednes
day evenings. They were the remains of
old families, who were unreproached by
even the slightest condescension towards
the Empire, with ail its seductions, and
who had demanded of the restoration
nothing more than the innocent ptivilege
of resuming their early habits.
Madame de Hacqueville permitted me
to come early, ir. order to introduce me
oue by one to the persons who honored her
mansion with their presence.
Oue evening, as usual. I took my place
near her. aud opposite a large fire-place,
in which the Haines lightning no the back,
displayed a figure ot Louis All. meta
morphosed itito a Pluto.
Pointing to the clock, she showed the
exact minute at which each of the habit
aa 1 frequenter* of her itksn made tlieit
appearance.” At three minutes after nioe
o’clock.” said she. “you will sec M. de
Ouemarec make his appesrance. lie is s
* descendant of that magistrate, who, forced
j by his father aud the traditions of bis fun
’ ify. to staume the robe, for which he bed
GREENESBORO’, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY MORNING, JULY 18, 1860.
the most profound distaste, vowed to de
cide always against his conscience. Faith
ful to his tacit engagement, he dismissed
three times an accusation against three
men whose crime carried with it the pun
ishment of death. Six years after, the in
nocence of the three was fully established.
M. de Guemarec had been right in violat
ing as a judge, both hiß reason and his con
science. The father of the young magis
trate insisted no longer, and the place was
sold.”
Three minutes past nine! M. de Gue
marec entered.
At twenty minutes past nine we will
pticb up the fauteil for M, the Baron de
Grignrtclles,” continued Madame de Hac
quevilie. She was right. With the same
exactitude she indicated the precise mo
ment at which Madame Casa Biaaca, the
President de Page, and indeed each one
of her guests, would appear.
I noticed that Madame Casa Bianca con
stantly concealed her right hand, lyiad.
de llacqncvilie was speaking of her in
very warm terms. “Ah! Madame Casa
Hduica’s heart is full of noble- qualities,”
said she, “I counsel you appreciate them, 1 ,
‘•But why does she always conceal her
right hand—do yoR know ?”
4 1 do not, nor have I ever 2, r kcd. Sines
she has not forestalled my curiosity upon
this point, it is probable that it wouia have
wounded her; aud 1 prefer rather to keep
a friend, than to learn a secret, which af
ter all, might but little interest me.”
.“Excuse my indiscretion,” I replied,
“but you have told me so much that was
valuable concerning your friends here,
that 1 was emboldened to ask this expla
nation of a fact which struck me so much.”
Madame de Hacqueville leaning good
htimofcdly upon my shoulder, here rose
to welcome Casa Bianca—the lady of the
hidden hand. Whilst she was thus occu
pied in welcoming her the habitues of the
re-union were entering, grr np after group.
The card tables were set out, and the play
ers snuffed and dealt like phantoms play
ing upon the borders of the Styx.
Everybody played except Madame
Casa Bianca and Madame de Hacqueville.
The right hand of tiie former was hidden
as usual; ftie left baud might be seen cov
ered with a white glove, and must have
once been beautiful. The same remark
might be made of Madame Casa Bianca’s
foot and figure. Site appeared now to be
about fifty years old, although in leality
much older; but a naturally strong con
stitution. and an adventurous life, follow
ing the fortunes of her husband, a soldier
of the Republic and the Empire, bad firm
ly tempered, so to speak, the features of
Madame Casa Bianca. There are gener
ations of women, as of men, cneigetic as
the times they’ are called tc Jive in. Un
der the empire, the women who, amidst
cannon, drums and bauners, followed the
army, the ’‘Grand Army,” took from their
associations a singularly original and mili
tary tone. Without losing the graces of
womanhood, they gained much of the
strength and eneigy of the manly charac
ter.
During theso evenings, it was the cus
tom for each of the “convives” to relate
some incident of his life.
Directly it was the turn of the President
de Page to relate. He related well, and
a silence almost mournful fell upon the
old room and the strange guests as he told
his story.
“We will go back,” said he, ‘*to tbo
days *f Louis'XVl. I was one of the king's
judges. Bat before that 1 was a scholar
at the University. My road wasnot smooth.
1 had many trials. But I had a counsel
lor. Francoise, my foster sister, came not
once but often, from far away in the. pro
vinces, to comfort and cheer me. I loved
her as it she had been a sister of my blood.
During her lost visit a terrible circum
stance occurred. I lost a valuable dia
mond suuff-uox. I spoke loudly my loss,
and every place was searched.
“The diamond snuff-box was found.”
“One'of the people of the Court discov
ered it bidden in .he paillasse ot the bed
in which Francoise, my foster sister,
Slept.”
A general movement of interest showed
itself in the saloon of Madame de Hac
queville.
The President de Page pagsed. Tli6
recital evidently pained him.
“Francoise, my foster sister, the fresh
cheeked peasant of Monteran; she who
bad trudged wearily through frost and
snow to come and throw herself upon my i
neck mou the steps of the Borbouue;!
Francoise, whose skin was soft as velvet,
and her eyes so tender and loving.”
The Marquis took a pinch of snnff, but
1 saw the snuff fall upon the ground.
“Tliev dragged her before the judges. 1
I wished to excuse myself, but they forced i
me to preside. They pretended ironical
ly to repose the highest confidence in my
natnral impartiality. My enemies rejoic
ed, and the populace threatened to stone
me when it was known that I bad order
ed ”
Here M. de Page was silent You could
bear nothing but the crackling of tlie lire,
and the oscillations of the pendulum. The
picture* upon the walls were sniitr than
the guest* at that moment.
M. de Page resumed t “That I had or
dered the rack! For Francoise denied
everything; the thefltbu eifeutnstenees
of the theft—all; constantly reminding me
ot Monterean, other mother, of the days
of onr childhood—of our lelationship.
“I had ordered the question 1
- “The robe of Francoise was taken off.
“Oh ! the cry of a young girl brought
naked before the judges. . Goa spare you
from ever hearing that cry. The torture
was applied. Her cries grew weaker.
But Francoise turned her eyes upon me.
Gentlemen, I have had a sword thrust
through my body to the hilt. That look
stabbed more keenly.
“They put her knee in the leaden boot.
“Her cries grew weaker.”
At this part of the recital of the Presi
dent a thrill of horror rar. through us all.
“They put the fire to the pit of her
stomach.
“Francoise was silent; she had ceased
to shriek.
‘‘Geqjlemcn, Francoise, was innocent 1
I knewit. It was I who had hidden the
diamond box in her bed, in order that she
might be tried, condemned,’ executed.”
Tbo ladiee covered their faces. If I had
had a knife in my hand I would have stuck
it into the old President’s heart.
But the President closed his eyes, col
lected himself for a moment, and said :
“They crushed her right hand, every
finger, every joint, like that— '*
Ho made a gesture. My nerves jerked
spasmodically in imitation of it.
-A cUmd of blood passed before my eyes,
and the tciTioJe .‘Ceue vanished.
4 Francoise had fainted in confessing the
theft- Yes, she had confessed it, but pro
claiming that I was her foster-brother,
that she had come to Paris to see me; that
to see me she had braved the ice and snow
braved everything—to hang .“uce more
upon her foster-brother’s neck.”
The President had scarcely finished f’;C
agonizing sentence, when I saw rise beside
Madame de Hacqueville, like a phantom,
a woman, who with difficulty and pain
drawing off her glove, permitted to be seen
a bond broken and crushed, which she
pieced upon the head of M. de Page.
Like one crushed, the old man raised his
eyes in terror beneath that hand which
weighed him down.
The other people were pale; I looked at
myself in the glaß3; I was more than pale
—I was green.
Tears and sobs from the eyes and mouths
of theso two ruined by each other mingled
together; an l M. de Page took that band
and carrying it to his lips, kissed it as the
dying man kisses the host, and he was par
doned as the dying man is pardoned.
For Madame Casa Bianca -passed the
arm which was free around the neck of M.
de Pago.
“Thai evening,” continued the Presi
dent, “there was a Court Ball. I appear
ed at it still clothed with my judicial robes,
and bearing with me the death-warrant of
Francoiso. Bending my knee to the earth
1 said to Louis XVd :
“Sire, to-day the bones of my foster sis
ter have been broken on tho rack. I was
her accuser, Sire, and she has confessed
ail.
‘-Well I” said the king.
•‘Sire, I invented the story of the theft.”
••The king recoiled in terror.
44 And wherefote, Monsieur 1
4 Because I wished to prove to France
that with the torture the most frightful
falsehood was believed, the holiest truth
assassinated. Sire, to this proof I have
sacrificed the thing dearest to me in the
world. My opinion therefore cannot be
doubted.’
“Messieurs,’ said the king, ‘let the ball
continue.’ Then turning to his Chacellor
•Monsieur, from this night tho torture is
abolished in Fiance; let it be made known
throughout the kingdom.”
Chetney Sauce.—The following recipe
is furnished the Edgefield Adeertirer by a
gentleman who is /ait in many things,
and who ventures to predict that every
lady who tries it will like it:
“Take eight ounces of sharp Apples—
pared and cored ; the same weight of Balt,
Tomatoes, Raisins and Brown Sugar.
Red Pepper and Powdered Ginger, each
four ounces. Garlic and Eschallottes each
two ounces.
Pound these ingredients separately in
2 mortar, mix them thoroughly; add three
quarts of vinegar and onr quart of Lemon
jnice. Place the jar containing the. com
position, on a stove, or by the side of a fire,
in a heat not less 130 deg. h alirenheit.
I Stir it twice a day for a moi:th; then (drain
it, bnt do not squeeze the residue dry;
bottle the liquor, which is an excellent
sauce for any kind of fish ot meat, hot or
cold. A teaspoonful will impart n pleas
ant flavor to any ragout, or be sufficient
'for a-pint of broth.
The residuo should bo put into pots or
jars; it may be used in sauces or gravies ;
or may be used like mustard with cold
i meat, being an excellent ingredient for
| “devils” either wet or dry. It may be
j made very good with vinegar.”
A smart yonng lady, tho other evening
j astonished the company by asking for the
1 *i<uiti n| a diminutive. irgßiitoi‘Oi tmncA*
! tud c.m* convex on its summit’ And s*tfti*
1 perforated will* syrnmetricAi indent At ions.*
1 mm wanted a tlilmMe.
A Short Sermon to “Dongtas Wor
shipers.*’
BY WHANG DOODLE.
And devent men carried Stephen to hi*
huriel and made great lamentation over
Aim. —Acts, viii. 2.
My Dear Douglas Brethren -1 intend
to talk to you at this time about the folly
and sinfulness of worshiping men. The
heathen bow down to images of wood and
stone, and some worship unclean beasts
while others bow in humble adoration
even to kiss a great toe. But we of this
generation, linve beeu guilty of the mean
est idolatry of all in worshiping a little
lump of corrupt flesh and blood, called,
Stephen, now defunct. A few weeks ago
when we ladened our vessels with rum
and whiskey sos our brethren, who were
sent as missionaries to the port of Charles
ton, in the foreign land of Sonth Carolina
to preach the gospel of Dred Scott and
Popular Sovereignty, and gave them gold
and silver-wherewith to Buy their bread
and meat, onr departed friend was full of
promise, and high uplifted as the god of
Democracy nd all who would fall down
and worship him should have their reward.
But alas! our biethren have returned to
us with nothing but an unseemly carcass.
Aud devout men carried Stephen to his
burial, and made great lamentation over
him.’
And it came to pass, when our chief
priests and elders were gathered together
in Convention at Charleston, that many
of the heathens of that region would not
fall down and worship our golden calf,—
and we said unto them that they were
wrong; that the golden calf would grant
them many indulgences, he would give
them Bourbon whiskey, apple jack and
rtsd eve as Leverages, aud had promised
uir.e hundred aa ninety-nine thousand
foreign missions, post-offices and custom
houses. and to take five hundred old fo
gies into his cabinet. But all this would
not avail. Nary a bowel of compasion
could be moved within thein. and there
fore our brethren returned unto us.—
“And devout men carried Stephen to his
burial, and made great lamentation over
him. 4
And tho disciples of Stephen spake un
to them saying, that they did not care
whether niggers were voted up side down,
or down side np, it made no difference.—
But they were rebellious, and declared
that we in usf get tho nigger out of the
fence and protect him in the territories,
where there are no fences; bnt we couldn’t
doit. We referred them to Freeport
where Stephen spake of “unfriendly leg
islation, ’ but they didn’t care a red for
the Police Magistrate of the territories,
bnt would pasture the niggers there, on
Uncle. Sam’s farm They wouldn’t let us
put up a fence of unfriendly legislation
around them, and because we wouldn’t
give the niggers pasture, they waxed with
wrath, aud Stephen pave up the ghost.—
“And devout men carried Stephen to his
burial, and mado great lamentation over
him.”
In vain our brethren promised to erect
a fahebottomed platform to delude the
heathen by tricks of legerdemain. But
they heeded not our entreaties. Oh.the
“irrepressible conflict!” It squeezed our
poor little Stephen so hard that gout or
influenza need trouble him no more.—
They cast rocks upon him. The lions
roared at him. The eagle “quivered his
tail at him in proud defiance.” Old Buck
shook his horn at him. The nigger shook
his wool and laughed at him, because the
“Rail mauler” received more votes
from the Suckers than he did. And one
hundred and fifty two and a half brethren
stood by and saw him crushed out, and be
wailed their empty pockets, and the loss
of the good things promised them. “And
devont men carried Stephen to his burial,
and made great lamentation over him.”
And now in conclusion my dear Doug
las brethern, I know it is hard for ns to
believe Stephen is snuffed out. We can
not realize it. But it is even so. We
sliall never behold his coat tail diagging
on the ground any more. Its beautiful
folds have been wrapped around his woun
ded seat of honor, and he laid at rest.—
Tho irrepressible conflict dealt him a
smasher on the gob, and his voice will no
longer charm us with the bountiful 6ong
of Popular sovereignty. Therefore ceare
your Llubering for Stephen. There is yet
hope of salvation for ns. There is a plauji
still left fur us poor shipwrecked sinners
*0 cling to. Our brethren North and
South stand upon it. Though the heath
en have denounced it as a relic of barbar
ism, yet our elders In the great council of
the nation say it is a good on*. We will
all go to that land of blessed saints in
Utah, where it is fenced in, and shout for
old Mrs. Polly Gamy. There reposing on
her bosom, we will bury all- our sorrows
for tbe immaculate Stephen, who was so
shamefully.martyred at Charleston. Let
him rot iu peaoe.
Farewell, then; to our old Stephen,
The famous Charleston martyr:
For be lied so, wc couldn’t believe him,
And we won’t go tiinbling arter.
Thus, you see, I have quoted the Dutch
I poet, and we will close with the words of j
the text, “And d*vont men -arried Ste ‘
m • *
Terms—sl,so Always In Advance.
phen to his burial, and made great lamen
tation over him.” Amen.
The chair will please sing that gord old
sockdology, of ‘Possum Op a gum tree,*
while a collection is being taken for our
late Missionary at Charleston.
Tiie World’s Changes.—lt is sad. bet
instructive that we live in a world of chang
es. From the cradle to the grave, the ev
idences of this painful truth are ever im
pressing themselves ou the mind. Os all
the varied objects that twine themselves
round our hearts in youth, how few cling
to it in mature years !—how few of our
precious hopes arc not wrecked and bofnh
away on the restless waves of change!
Yet, sad as are the other objects of change,
it contains in its full quiver one arrow more
keen and deadly than the rest. When hw
whom for many a long year we might
grapple to our soul with hooks of steel—
whom we have cherished “as onr heart's
coro, ay, in our heart of hearts”—meet*
us with a cold and averted gaze; when tb*
eye that used to beam on us with a tender
and mellow lustre, no longer return our
glances—and tho face of him who was
dearest to us wears “tiie look of a stran
ger”—then has change done its woik for
us, and we can smile at its farther visita
tions. It is hard to lose onr friends by
separation—and vet more painful and sol
emn is it to lose them by death, but still
we lose them ns friends—wc lose them
while affection is reciprocal; and, as eur
spirits may still commingle, their memory
is “pleasant, though mournful to the soul ”
But when the being we dove, lives and is
estranged, there is, as one has truly said,
a gap between us, deep and wide, which
wo can neither fill up or cross over. Then
the past is desolation, the present is hitter
ness, the future is a blauk, ami the only
anodyne the crushed heart can hope to
find is the lethargy of forgetfulness.
Pro/, homes Last Ascent. —Professor
Lowe who ascended in his balloon “Pio
neer,” on the afternoon of the 4th instant,
landed about 3 o’clock p. m. near Wood
bury. New Jersey, in tho most entire safe
ty, without a scratch to mar its symmetry.
Although the storm, which delayed it* as
cent, Imc passed away from the immedi
ate spot, the aeronaut saw showers to the
northwest and northeast, besides the larg
black rain clouds he. was following, and in
all of these appeared rainbows most dis
tinct and brilliant. Three rainbows at
once, in different directions, are not seen
once in a thousand years. There was an
other peculiarity of this voyage in the re
flection of tho balloon so distinctly from
clouds on the same level, that at first the
impression was that another balloon with
its occupant wits in the field. The mir
rored delusion from the wi st cloud was so
vivid that Mr. Lowe involuntarily called
out to his supposed brother teronnut.’ anti /
it wns onlv when his identical words were
repeated drst from tbe cloud and after
wards from the earth that he realized it in
bo an echo.—Philadelphia Enquire*
Phenomena a/the Brtiin.~ one of ihe
most inconcoicnble things in tbe nature of
the brain is that tho organ of sensation
should in itself be insensible. To cut tbe
brain gives no pain, yet in the brain Alone
resides the power of feeling pain in any
other part of the body. If the nerve width
leads from it to the injured part be divided,
it becomes instantly unconscious of suf
fering. It is only by communication with
the brain, that any kind of sensation is
produced, yet the o*-gan itself is insensible.
But there is a circumstance more wonder
ful still. The brain itself may ho remov
ed—may be cut away down the corpus
calasum, without destroying life. Tho
animal lives aud performs all its functions,
which are necessary to simple vitality,
but no longer has a mind; it cannot thiuk
or feel; it requires that the food should be
pushed into the stomach ; once there His
digested, and the animal will thrive and
grow fat. We must infer, therefore, from
these fasts, that the part of tho brain, the
convolutions, is simply intended for tho
exercise of the intellectual faculties, or ex
alted kind bestowed on a man, the gift of
reason.
Porcelain Faced Bricks. —The New
York TrihunehM been shewn a porcelain
faced brick for which Mr. D. W. Clark,
of Vermont, received a patent on the 10th
ult. Tbe patent, he says, consists in tho
employment of zinc as a flux for the fell
par and quartz with which tho ordinary
porcelain is made. These bricks can bo
furnished, he says, at forty dollars per
thousand, or a building cau be faced with
them at less than one-tbiid of tho cost of
marble. Tho material is very bcxattful,
•and might be used for an inside a* well as
an outside finish with fine effect. The
same flnx can.bo applied te articles front
tbe coarser kinds of clay, which gives it
a finish eqnai to any English ware import
ed into this country.
“Look up,” thundered the captain of a
vessel, as bis boy grew giddy while gazing
from the topmast, “look up!” The boy
1 looked op, and returned in aafety. Voting
1 man, look up, and yon will snececd. Xcv
t*r look down sod <rospalr. ! Look np.
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