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BY GARDNER & BARROW. THE GEORGIA JIIRROR, U published every Saturday, in Florence, .Lewart county, Ga. at PIIREE DODLARS a year, it paid in advance, or FOUII DOLLARS, 'it not paid until the end of the year. Advertisements will be conspicuously inserted at One Dollar per square, (15 lines) the first, and ;,<) cents for each subsequent insertion. Nothing tinder 15 lines will be considered less than a square. A deduction will be made for yearly ad rtisements. All advertisements handed in for publication without , limitation, will be published till forbid, a! id charged accordingly. Sales of Land and Negroes by Executors, Ad ministrators and Guard.ans, are required by law t.i lie advertised in a public Gazette, sixty days previous to the day of sale. 'Pile sale of Personal property must be adver tise 1 in like manner forty days. Notice to Debtors and Creditors of an estate must be published forty flays. Notice that application will be made to the Point of Ordinary for leave to sell Land and Ne <nv>es, must be published weekly for four months. (1 All Letters on business must be nos run to insure attention. JOB PRINTING. (CONNECTED with the office of the MIR- J ROR, is a splendid assortment of And we are enabled to exeute all kind of Job work, in the neatest manner and at the shortest notice. la&Ain&su of eveiy description will constantly be kept on baud, such as INDICTMENTS, DF.CL ARATIONS, SIJBPtKN AS, .11TRY SUMMONSES, EXECUTIONS. COST EXECUTIONS. SHERIFF S BILLS OF SALE, do DEEDS, I. AND DEEDS, JUS. SUMMONSES, do EXECUTIONS, M* iRTGAGES. LET. ADMINISTRATION, «i. TESTAMENTARY, do GUARDIANSHIP, And a great many others for Justices oi the Price, Administrators, Executors, Are. iP CL*'JdT* [selected.] TO MY CIGAR. Yes, social friend, I love the well, In learned Doctor’s spite; I love thy fragrant misty spell, I love thy calm delight. What if they tell, w ith phizefc long, Our years are sooner past, I would reply, with reasoning strong, They’re sw octet while they last. And oft, mild tube, to me thou art A monitor, though still; Thou speak’st lessons to my heart Above the preacher's skill. When in the evening— lonely hour— Attended but by thee, O’er history’s varied page I pore, Man’s fate in thee 1 see. Awhile like thee, the hero burns. And smokes and fumes around; And then like thee to ashes turns, And mingles with the ground. Thou'rt like the man of worth, who gives, To goodness every day; The fragrance of whose virtues lives, When he has died away. Oft when the snowy column grows And breaks and falls away, 1 trace how mighty realms thus rose, Then tumbled to decay. Ft orn beggar’s frize to monarch’s robe One common doom is passed ; Sweet nature’s works—-the mighty globe, Must all burnout at last. And what is he that smokes thee now ? A little moving heap, That soon, like thee, to fate must bow, Like thee in dust must sleep. And when I see thy smoke roll high, Thy ashes downward go, ’Tisthus methinks tny soul shall fly, Thus leave my body low. MORE, STRANGE AND WRIGIIT. At a tavern one night, Messrs. More, Strange and Wright, Met to diink and good thoughts to exchange; Says More, “of us three The whole town will agree. There is only one knave, and that's Strange “Yes,” said Strange (rather sore,) “I'm sure there is one More , A most terrible knave and a bite ; Who cheated his mother, His sister and brother;” ■“0 yes,” replied More, “that is Wright." EPITAPH ON A MR. PENNY. Reader, if cash thou art in want of any, R'Sfour feet deep and thou wilt find—a Penny. urn From the Saturday Evening Post. THE YOUNG PHRENOLOGIST. BY JOHN NEAL. The mysterious veil lias been lifted! There lie the bligiited roses—there the bridal wreath—train pled aud torn! Afar and apart from all the rest of the world, the play-fellows of her youth, the innocent, the child ish and the happy—the happy they knew not why, aud they care not wherefore, the childish who are innocent, and the innocent who are childish—sat a pale dark-eyed girl with disordered hair, anight robe gathered up about her bosom, both elbows on the lid of an open secretary, over which trailed a magnificent shawl, and her slippered foot on a wreath of white roses—bridal roses—with a faint blush colored tinge at the core. It was long after midnight; and the low harmo nious wind -tole through tlte chamber, toying with the snowy drapery of the large open window, as with a veil it would lift, if it knew how, playing with the shadows of a night taper before a superb mirror and filling the whole earth with the sultry breath of orange flowers, lavishing their golden dust by star light upon the trembling air. The stars faded; the warm passionate breathing of the orange blossoms died away, and the tears that gathered slowly underneath her white palms, fell drop after drop, like the dew from overcharged flowers, among a handful of scattered pearls, and the fragments of two or three torn ostrich feathers lying about over the floor, life a shower of min gled hail stones and half melted snow flakes. Not a murmur was to be heard from the pale parted lips; not so much as a hurried breath.— Grief and consternation were there; unspeakable terror and blighted love; but no fierceness, no flashing of the eyes, no trending of the mouth ; nothing but resignation, piety, untold sorrow, and the dead apathy of a broken hearted girl, w ho has never been at plav, nor read a book to be ashamed of, and who has therefore no language wherewith to tel! her sorrows, whatever they may be. She was a wife; ‘wooed an' married an ’aw,’ and her husband was a Phrenologist! Ay, a Phrenol ogist ! and she, poor thing, never knew a word of it, till the secret broke suddenly from his lips, while he was asleep, the very night alter her mar riage No wonder she was half frightened to death. She had often read of such people at the north ; she had even heard it whispered about a mouth be fore, that a live Phrenologist had passed through New Orleans one morning before the poop!;; were up, on his way to the Columbia river, the South Pole, or the Upper Missouri, she could not, for her life remember which. And now, only to think of it!—that Edward, her own dear, dear Edward, whom she loved so passionately, so distractedly, that he should be a Phrenologist; and nothing but a Phrenologist after all! Obit was too much— ‘much too much.’ Her heart died away within her. on making the discovery. She tried to drown her thoughts in sleep; she tried to pray. But she could not; his very breathing disturbed her. lie breathed like a Phrenologi t! And so alter considering the mat ter all over anew, weighing all the consequences, and imagining all sorts of excuses tor one so young, so handsome and so good matured—’hey are so easily led a tray you know—she determined to slip away the moment he began to breathe nat urally, and write a letter to her mother; to have one more look at her bridal paraphernalia, the ro ses, ant! the jewels, and the ostrich feathers, aud tic n to be governed by circumstances. Having made up her mind, she held her breath, till satisfied he was asleep, she then withdrew so quietly as not to disturb him, thrust her little na ked feet into a pair of stray slippers, ami stole oil to another chamber, w here she had hardly seated herself, and began at the very top of a page, “O, my dear motliei!” —when her tears blinded her, and she was obliged to stop. 1 hat beloved pa rent! Oh, what a blow it would be to her! And then, too, there was her father, her pour dear la ther! it would be the death ot him! lo have married a Phrenologist! to be the wife, the com panion of a Phrenologist! Oh, it was dreadful to think of it! Why it was only a few months before, but the other day as it were, that she had seen it in a newspaper that Phrenology was Materialism!- if so, she had married not only a Phrenologist but a Materialist. Merciful Heaven ! tnat her own dear Edward, the hope of her young heart, the handsomest fellow in all New Orleans, and the best dancer, should be a Materialist! Only to think of it! But then, what was a Materialist? And down she sat again to write a long letter to her hi ther, instead ol her mother, beginning w ith, ‘Oh, my poor father!” At this moment, while reaching forward to uip her pen for another,paragraph, her finger happen ed to touch a small ivory knob, and aseciet drawer flew open with a loud'report. Up she jumped ! and took one peep—just one peep and what do you think she saw ? Why, as true as you are sit .'tin-r in that chair, it was full of little children s heads, with the faces of old men, about three quarters of an inch long ! They were not exactly babies’ heads—they appeared very much like plas ter of Paris—and yet she had her misgivings— poor soul! how could she help it? . But her trials were not to end here. Having read the history of Blue Beard in the original, and Little Red Riding Hood iu a capital translation, by a late President of the United States, w hereby the dangers of unhallowed curiosity were painted to the life, with a view to Sabbath schools, and a new edition of Mother Goose, the unhappy wife lost no time in trying to restore the drawer to its original hiding place; but the more she tried the further she appeared from her object—she push ed and panted, and panted and pushed—but all to no purpose. The. drawer would not rntTve ; there she wus obliged to stand, with the five and forty lit tie monsters all staring at her as if they enjoyed her perplexity. Oh, what would become of her! Another effort—another! aud he{ lit(le finger FLORENCE, GA. SATURDAY, JULY 14, 1838. touched another ivory knob, and another drawer started open! to the sound of low music, with a running accoinpainimeut ol' belts, puppy dogs and popguns, enough to alarm the whole neighbor hood, she thought, as she ran off to a far corner of the chamber and stopped her ears, and stood crouching and trenibliug till the beat of hery ung heart grew audible, expecting every moment to see t!:e door fly open, aud the bridegroom of twen ty-four hours pursuiug her, in a liowered-t uhco dressing-gown, with a night lamp in one band, and a knife or a scull in the other. Poor thing! he had not slept so soundly for a twelve-month be fore. At last the impertinent little hubbub died away; and after unstopping her ears and looking well at the door, she ventured to steal towards the desk a tip-toe—determined to have one more peep if she died for it. One peep ! —and a smothered scream! —and down she dropped into a chair, literally gasping for breath. Would you believe it! The very first thing she saw v.ai a miniature of herself with the hair wiq cd o , and the bare ivory scull, w ritten all over with unutterably strange characters. There was no bearing this. This beautiful hair she had been so proud of and so celebrated for! the very hair he had fondled so affectionately, not a month before, interweaving white roses and pearls and chains of gold, with every undulating mass, with all the time—oh the wretch!- -could it be possible!—maybe he was only looking at her head as a Phrenologist, all the time he sat there by the sofa pretending to play with her hair. It was only tlie very night before their marriage, her little sis ter, who had been left to take care of her, fast asleep on the other end of the sofa, and she her self pretending to be alseep, just to see what he would do. O, flesh and blood couldn’t bear it!— And so up she jumped, tearing away the pearls, huge orient pearls, from a tiara of ostrich feathers, that she had worn the night before, aud left upon that very sofa, she scattered them both far and wide over the floor;*and then happening to look up and see the faded bridal wreath, now twenty four hours old, which had been put aside so rev erentially, by her dear Edward—wet as it was with tears and warm w ith kisses—she tore it to the floor, and trampled on it. And then, dropping into a chair, and covering her face with her hands, tiie poor girl began to weep as if her heart would break ; though without rocking to and fro, as they do in story books, or breathing hard, or stamping, or dashing aw ay her tears with an imperial movement of the head," or sopping her face with a pocket handkerchief, as they do on the stage. No, there was nothing of this', no pettish upgatlieriug of a shawl about her, no tearing of her dishevelled hair; but quictlv and with a feeling ot bitter self-re pioacii. there she sat in the solitude of her bridal chamber, litcially bleeding at the heait. Arid what if her husband was a Materialist, or even a Phrenologist, was that a reason for tearing her bridal wreath, and trampling it under foot ? She stopped with a feeling ot shame and sorrow to save what there was left of it. Was that a reason for scattering a bandeau of pearls, that were worth five thousand dollars, every cent of it ? and for spoiling four superb ostrich feathers ? And here she stretched forth her hand to the magnificent shawl that hung over a chair, half covering the secrctarv aud trailing along tlie floor, the only thing she had not dishonerod, with a determination more wary for the future, Phrenologist or no Phre nologist. But as her hand approached the shawl, it slip ped away, and before she recovered f'roiy her as tonishment, the shadow of a man started up at her elbow, and took the shape ot her husband 1 Ay, and iu that abomiable llowered-calico-diessitig gown, too, just as she had been thinking of him, with anight lamp in one hand, and a she nev er stopped to see what, in the other, as she flung away from him, shaking her fingers, and crying ‘Don't touch me! You’re a Phrenologist; you know you arc !’ No wonder! they blushed and tingled as if she ha.l been playing with alighted thunderbolt. ‘Whv, Nelly! what on earth is the matter with you ! How long have you been here ?’ ‘And how long have you been here ? I should like to know that before I answer you, said she, dropping into a chair all out ot breath, aud cover ing her face with her hands. Ever since tlie running down of that alarm watch.’ ‘Whatalarm watch, Edward?’ ‘That;’ pointing to the open drawer. ‘That an alarm watch ? why it sounded to me like a cannonade. You have no idea how it friglit ened me; if 1 hadn’t known what it was, or rather what had set it a-going, I should have thought tlie world was coming to an end- or somebody breaking into the house.’ ‘Umph!’ ‘Oh, but I have been so angry with you; you don’t know.’ ‘Umph!’ Umph! and is that all you have to say, when you find me sitting here at this time of night, all alone by myself, and sobbing as it my veij heart would break?” “Yes, dear, for the present, umph ! But an swer me one question, will you ? She bowed, without uncovering her face or looking up and a beautiful shoulder glimmered for a minute underneath a mass of wayward hair, that she disengaged in recovering her position. •You called me a Phrenologist, 1 believe.’ She bowed. ‘Materialist?’ . ‘Oh Lud! then you were here all the time ! ‘AYankee, perhaps?’ ‘A Yankee!—Heaven forbid!’ Well, then, there's my hand; I forgive you. ‘Why Ned!—what do you mean by that ? I always had an idea that you were proud ol being a Yaukee.’ , T i * j ‘And so lain. God knows that 1 am. And that I have reason for it, my dear gul! tny beloved wife! But you are of the South, and you have all the passionate feelings, and let me add, all the prejudices of the South against 5 ankees. •But we have never considered you as a Yan- kee, Edward—never entirely as a New Englan der.’ ‘And why not? 1 was horn there, and brought up there, and 1 always have insisted, 1 do now in sist, and 1 always shall insist oil being so consider ed by every body, (fiend or foe.’ ‘Then why should you care whether I called you a Yankee or not, when I believed myself a lone ?’ ‘Because, dear, your southern prejudices are a part of yourself; and so long as you did not call me a Yankee, or a Down Easter, I know there was nothing unforgivable, said or meant. Are we friends now ?’—stooping to kiss her, and pointing to the chamber door, with one hand, as he adjus ted the stray mass of redundant hair with the other. ‘Lord! whatafumblcr you are?’ disengaging herself, jumping up and running oft' toward an other door. On the way, she trod upon the pearls, and stopped ; and her eyes filled with tears ? ‘Oh, Edward! can you forgive me!’ she cried. ‘You must have thought me possessed !’ ‘Possessed ? umph.’ ‘1 do wish you would leave off that nasty word ; 1 hate it.’ ‘Any thing, dear, if you will give up that word nasty.’ ‘Will you though!’ jumping up and clapping her hands; ‘will you! “sartin true, black and blue;” there’s a dear little husband!’ ‘Umph!’ ‘Will you give up Materialism ?’ With all my heart.’ ‘And Phrenology?’ ‘And Phrenology ?’ Why, yes, if you say so, after you know w hat Phrenology is.’ ‘I know what it is now.’—humming the sir, ‘Too late for my peace.’ ‘And 1 don’t want to know any thing more.’ ‘And what is it ?’ ‘What is what ?’ ‘Why Phrenology, to he sure; what is Phreno logy ?’ * Why, Phrenology is Materialism,’ lapping the floor with her toe, and speaking with considerable emphasis. ‘Umph. And what is Materialism !’ ‘Why,’ folding her arms, and stooping so as to hide her feet with her dress, for she caught the wandering of liis eye, aud began to think seriously of escape; ‘why, M iterialism is Phrenology, to be sure; what else can it be?’ ‘And who sajs so?’ ‘The Christian Examiner.’ ‘Whew!—nay. nay, my dear girl, one word be fore we part, you to your chamber, 1 hope, aud 1 to where shall l betake myself?’ ‘Where you please ?’ ‘Hadn’t 1 better lie down hereon the sofa?’ ‘O, certainly ! by all means!’ running off. ‘You’ll be wandering this way in your sleep, may bi.’ ‘Aot whil' you are here, I promise you.’ ‘Nay,’nay; one word, 1 beseech you. Do you see this paper ? 1 want you to read this, before you decide against Phrenology.’ •I can’t read it; its ail Hebrew tome; what’s the meaning ot all these figures? and all these words of four-and-twenty syllables a piece ? I should really be glad to know.’ ‘lt is your Horoscope, my love.’ ‘My—what!’ ‘A Phrenological estimate of your character, before marriage. Do you know, my dear, that you are indebted to Phrenology for a husband ?’ ‘Really !’ dropping a profound courtesy ; ‘and you mean that 1 shall now be indebted to a hus band for Phrenology, hey ?’ •Pretty much. Now let me read it to you; and that you mav see whether 1 read it fairly or not, suppose you look over me,’ drawing her to him. ‘Proceed—the stars are fading, the air blows cooler, and I begin to feel sleepy.’ lie reads. •Firmness —moderate. ‘Conscientiousness —full. ‘Approbativeness —large.’ ‘Approbativeness indeed; I should like to know what that means!’ ‘You ought to know, my dear. It means love of approbation. In women, or men who resem ble women, it may become wlrat is called —may I whisper it?—vanity.’ ‘Umph! as you say, and that I have large ?’ ‘Utnph!’ ‘Proceed.’ ‘Destructiveness—very large.’ glancing at the torn ostrich feathers and scattered pearls. ‘Marvellousness —large; and ’ ‘No, no; stop there, if you please; l don’t sec how that can be ; 1 don’t believe in ghosts.’ •No, but you do in the Christian Examiner.’ ‘Very true. Proceed.’ ‘Self esteem —deficient.’ ‘Deficient! why every body tells me I am the vainest creature alive!’ ‘That may be, nevertheless; nay, for that very reason, with more self-esteem, or self-respect, you would be lar less anxious about the opinion of others.’ ‘ldeally—full.’ ‘Not full-ish, hey ?’ ‘lnhabitiveness —moderate.’ ‘Lord! how you do skip about! Vou vc been all over my head three or four times! What is the meaning of Inhabitiveness ?’ ‘No wonder you ask ! Had it been large, my love, yoy wouldn't be here now.’ ‘Where should I be, pray ?’ ‘ln your own room.’ ‘Why Edward !’ jumping away, and trying to escape ‘what are you laughing at ?’ t •At a little mistake of yours, my dear, that s all. But hear me through.’ ‘Well! Proceed! ‘Comparison —fair. ‘Causality—full, quite full. Now,my dear, that character was drawn for you before marriage. All that I have seen of you, or heard of you, con firms it in every particular; aud it is upon this 1 ground my liupc ’ ‘What hope, Edward ?’ Vol. I.— N®. 16. •The hope of your turning out a reasonable wo - * man after all, and perhaps a Phrenologist. ‘Wretch! But what is meant by comparison ?’ ‘Comparison, niv dear, is the distinguishing power of superior minds. It is that quality which detects difference, where the multitude see only resemblances, and resemblances where they see only differences.’ ‘And that you say is large with me.’ ‘No, my dear, not large, but lair.’ ‘Well, if you are done with me now, I’ll go to bed. But first, what is that great bump your hand is on now ?’ ‘Pliiloprogenitiveness, my dear.’ ‘Philo-pro-Phi-lo—what?’ ‘Philo-pro-gen-i-tive-ness.’ ‘And what does all that mean?’ ‘A love of children; the instinct of a stop ? stop! don’t break your neck !of a of amo ther, for her offspring.’ Oh! is that all ?’ ‘To be sure it is.’ ‘And how did you say it was with tne ?’ ‘Large--very large!’ ‘Well! of all the impudence I ever heard of! Give me that paper!’ ‘For what purpose?’ ‘That you’ll see presently,’ trying to snatch it; ‘come, come, hand it here!’ ‘No, my love ; not till I know what you want it for. 1 wouldn’t have that paper destroyed for.’ flourishing it in the air, and speaking with decided emphasis; ‘for ever so much !’ ‘Wouldn’t you, indeed! Nor I neither, let me tell you,’ imitating his flourish, and speaking with a still more decided emphasis; ‘no! not for a great deal more than ever-so-much! no, no* I want it for another purpose entirely.’ ‘And for what purpose, dear?’ ‘To read of your character from it. So! you begin to feel frightened, hey ?’ ‘Not much; only a Icetle kind o’, as we say Down East. There ! handing the paper, and stretching himself at his whole length on the sofa. ‘And I hope you begin to feel a Icetle kind o', too.’ ‘Kind o’! kind o’ what ?’ ‘And now that you may have a good opportunity of seeing for yourself, and of satisfying yourself, allow me to ’ offering his head for examina tion. ‘No, no, if you please, not so. I don’t like that way of studying Phrenology. Come now, be quiet!’ beginning to read from tlie paper. ‘Audacity—unparalled! And here lies the organ, you perceive,’ laying her hand on his mouth. ‘Pho ! you're very much mistaken if you think I put it there to be kissed. Be quiet, I say. ‘Sell-complacency —very large—prodigious ! Be quiet, will ye! ‘Obstinacy—unspeakable ! ‘Language—ditto! And here lies the orgaD, according to all the best authorities,’ covering his eyes with both her hands. ‘You know you never could be persuaded to talk French, Dor any thing else with your lips, worth bearing. ‘Ambition—frightful, inordinate, unsupporta ble. ‘Captiousness—far, what you call full-ish, may be ? ‘Modesty- -wanting. •Yaukeeism—unequalled. ‘Piety—so, so. ‘Fibativeness—umph! as you say. And all the rest of the develupements in proportion! There ! —there’s a character for you! That was your horoscope as you call it, the first day I ever set eyes on you ; and 1 must say,’ escaping to the door, and stopping there, and looking over her shoulder, and initnicing his manner, ‘I must say. I’ve seen nothing, I’ve heard nothing, and I can imagine nothing since, to alter my opinion—ha! ha! ha!’ ‘The baggage! Whew!—ew!—ew!.—what a witch it is! But I must after her, anil have an explanation with her, and put a stop to the tan trums.’ A Black Joke. —Blackee passing along Fleet Street, was astonished at hearing a voice call out. —“How d’ye do’ massa Mungo, how d’ye do, Snowball,” and on looking up, observed it proceed from a parrot, in a splendid gilt cage, “Aha. mas sa Parrot,” said Blackee, “you great man here ; you live in gold house now , but me know you fader v ery well, he live in de bush." LARGE SNAKE. Our readers may recollect that a few weeks ago we gave an account of a large Rattle Snake, taken on the farm of Col. Kirkland of Henry courity, which we thought at the time a pretty large Sna/ce> Story. But it appears we are out snaked by up wards of two feet ! We knock under, ’pon honor —hear the following from the last Tuscaloosa In telligencer ;— lrwinton Herald Perry County' May 17. Mr. Bradford, Dear Sir: Ycstcrffay my over seer, with the aid of several negroes, killed, I pre sume, the largest Rattle Snake that has ever been seen in Alabama. It measured 13 feet 5 inches in length, and 3 feet 10 i inches in circumference around its belly—which, however, was larger than usual, for upon skinning it, we found it had swal lowed a Fox entirely whole. It weighed 73 pounds, I have the skin preparing to present to our Uni versity Museum. _ THOS. BIRDSONG, Jr- On Saturday last, a gentleman of this place while bathing in the Bay on the opposite shore from the Town, was attacked by a Shark, and his foot severely bitten. Prompt aid was afford ed, and the wound bandaged in a way to prevent a serious loss of blood. In a very few minutes after the accident, more than a dozen sharks were seen swimming around, attracted no doubt by the smell of the blood, and one exhibited such ravenous ferocity as to sieze a stick, thrust at him by one of the party, by which he was nearly drawn out of the water. This is the first instance we have known in this Bay, in which an attack has been made by a shark on a living person. But it should prove a lesson, and induce more caution than has heretofore been used in Bathing. St. Joseph