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178 SDllfcceUcuteou# ScXcefci&ttfc. POW ER OF Ml sir, One stormy night ft few weeks since, we were wending our way homeward about midnight. Ihe storm raged violently, and the streets were almost deserted. Occupied with our thoughts we plodded on, when the sound of music from a brilliantly illu minated mansion, for a moment arrested our foot steps. A voice of surpassing sweetness and brill iancy commenced a well known air. We listened to a few strains and were turning away when a roughly dressed, miserable-looking man brushed rudely past us. But as the music reached his ears, he stopped and listened intently, as if drinking in the melody, and as the last sound died away, burst into toars. We inquired the cause of his grief. For ft moment, emotion forbade utterance, when he said: “Thirty years ago, my mother sang me to sleep with that song; she has long been dead, and I, once innocent and happy, am an outcast—drunkard— ’’ “I know it is unmanly,” he continued, after a pause, in which he endeavored to wipe with his sleeve the fasti} gathering tears.—“l know it is unmanly to give wav, but that sweet tune brought back vividly the thought of childhood. Her form seemed once more before ine—l -I—can’t stand it—l. ” And before we could stop, he rushed on, and en. tend a tavern near by, to drown remembrance of the past in the intoxicating bowl. While filled with sorrow for the unfortunate man, we could not help reflecting upon the wonderful power of music. That simple strain, perchance from some gay, thoughtless girl, and sung to others equal ly as thoughtless, still had its gentle mission, for it stirred up deep feelings in an outcast's heart, bring ing back happy hours long gone by.— Albany Knick erbocker. BELLES AMI BEAUX HIT HARD. One of the best minds of our time is Hr. Osgood, and bis occasional speeches, out of the pulpit, may be looked to, always, for valuable suggestions, ('ail ed upon at the Publishers’ Festival, the other day, to reply to a toast offered to the “Fine Arts,” he said: “Whilst speaking of our American Art, we must not forget that we have something to do with fur nishing subjects ; and whilst Scenery is comparative ly little within our control, the human figure is very much what we make it, and is monstrously abused. We are naturally a remarkably good-looking people; but we have done a great deal to sfioilour looks, and it would he a very good tiling fur our Academy of Design to apply to the Supremo Court for a w rit of habeas corpus to rescue the human body from im prisonment and abuse at the hands of our false fash ions and monstrous dietetics—from the fetters of buckram and ichaltbonc ; from rum and tobacco, which defile and deface so many of our men; from the slops and confectioner’s trash which give dyspep sia and the vapors to so many of our women. Let us have a free and fair physical development , as the basis of a noble, intellectual, and social life ; let us also he willing to he true to humanity in our own way, without aping every European folly, and who w ill doubt that anew day of beautiful taste and ar tistic genius will dawn upon us?” PUT THIS IK YOUR POCKET BOOKS. Young men who, to dress well, eat well, drink well, and ride well, run in debt for those enjoyments, can apply this to themselves. Richelieu was a great Cardinal, and Hulwer occasionally speaks the truth: “You have outrun your fortune; I blame you not, that you would be a beggar— Each to his taste ! Rut Ido charge you sir, That, being beggar'd, you would coin false moneys Out of tho crucible called debt To live On means not yours—be brave in silks and laces— Gallant in steeds —splendid in banquets—all Not yours—ungiven—unherited—unpaid for. This is to boa trickster, and to filch Men’s art and labor, which to them is wealth, Life, daily bread—quitting all scores with ‘Friend You’re troublesome I’ Why this—forgive me— Is what—when done with a less dainty grace— Plain folks call—theft 1” Few readers can be aware, until they have had occasion to test the fact, how much labor of re search is often saved by such a table as the following —the work of one now in his grave. If “History is Poetry,” as one who is a true poet himself forcibly remarks, then here is “Poetry Personified.” //or per. 1(107 Virginia first settled by the English. 1014 New York first settled by the Dutch. 1020 Massachusetts settled by Puritans. 1623 New Hampshire settled by Puritans. 1024 New Jersey settled by the Dutch. 1627 Delaware settled by Swedes and Fins. 1635 Maryland settled by Irish Catholics. 1t,.'15 Connecticut settled by Puritans. 1686 Rhode Island settled by Roger Williams. 1650 North Carolina settled by English. 1670 South Carolina settled by llugenots. 1682 Pennsylvania settled by Wm. Penn. 1733 Georgia settled by Gen. Oglethorpe. 1791 Vermont admitted into the Union. 1792 Kentucky admitted into the Union. 1790 Tennessee admitted into the Union. 1802 Ohio admitted into the Union, 1811 Louisiana admitted into the Union. 1816 Indiana admitted into the Union. 1817 Mississippi admitted into the Union. 1818 Illinois admitted into the Union. 1810 Alabama admitted into the Union. 1820 Maine admitted into the Union. 1821 Missouri admitted into the Union. 18:,tl Michigan admitted into the Union. lK! ° Arkansas admitted into the Union. We. Florida admitted into the Union. twin uct,uUU ‘ <l into the Union. the Uni. a. ‘" U) the Union. mt the Cnkm. Wm™ w„, m u \-V vno r *^ r " ,M “ uU ' and for “* u K ' 4 peixvT, „ t was any *** <o „p>. not at allv’ 1 VU, <S)lus* THE INFLUENCE OF A MOTHER'S TEARS. Wc clip from an “Address delivered before the Ladies’ Mount Vernon Association, July 4th, 1835, by Beverly R. Wellford, Jr.,’’ which we find in the Southern Literary Messenger, the following striking passage: “History records no more suggestive incident than (he memorable termination of the siege of Rome by Coriolnnus. No child ever perused the narrative without extraordinary emotion. There is something in it which appeals with an effect that may not he resisted to the heart and the consciousness of all. — Who has not in imagination dwelt upon the scene? A stout and sturdy warrior, steeled by years of ac tive military service against the pitiful appeals of suf fering humanity—the victim of tierce and ungovern able passions—smarting under a keen sense of accu mulated wrong—consecrates the energies of his life to the avenging of his injury, and exiled from the city whose annals his military prowess had adorned, sallies forth the infuriated minister of wrath. Saeri ficing all higher and more ennobling aspirations - sullying forever the hard-earned laurels of the victor of Corioli —he seeks, even at the price of a traitor’s fame, to purchase a satisfying vengeance. Rallying around him an army of the enemy he had prostrated for her, he throws hirnself with an exulting legion upon the offending city, and thunders at her gates. Appalled and prostrate at the realization of her seem ingly inevitable doom, Rome trembles before him.— With humbled pride her haughty senators, in solemn procession, come to sue for mercy. Disdainfully re pulsed, they dispatch the ministers of their religion to woo with the hopes of future Mis and intimidate with the prospect of a coming retribution. But all in vain. Unrelenting and unmoved by every appeal, the stern veteran relaxes not his purpose. Then come the mother's tears. Bending under the weight of years—sustained only by a holy hope, the aged matron sallies forth. Who can paint the scene?— Who may realize the meeting? In the most insen sate soul, there are treasured associations and memo ries, w hich, forgotten amid the wild tumult of angry passion, awaken at the whisper of a mother’s name, to heat in every pulsation of the heart, and thrill through every fibre of the frame. There is a senti ment of holy veneration in the soul of the child to its mother, which lie must sound the lowest depths of infamy who may forget or disregard. With streaming eyes and anguished heart, the Roman mother kneels to plead with her traitor son. Ap pealing to him by all the hallowed memories of his uncorrupted boyhood, and chiding with the affection ate rebuke and tenderness that, well up from a moth er’s soul towards an erring child, she conjures him to relinquish his cherished purpose. The warrior is unmanned. ‘Talk not of grief ’till thou hast seen the tears of warlike men.’ Fearful, but of brief du ration, is the struggle of contending emotions. In stinct triumphs—the cup of vengeance is dashed un tested from the lips. Rome is safe again. A moth er’s tears have changed the destiny of the world.” SHE IS DYING, The following is sublimely beautiful and pathetic, and could only have been dictated by a heart tint has experienced all tho bitterness that is therein ex pressed. Who the author is wo know not, hut sus pect it is an extract from some hook. If anybody can read it without moisture in the eyes and stones in the throat, they are worthy of marble: “Hush! she is dying! The, sun light streams through tho plate glass windows—the room is fra grant with the sweet breath of the Southern Mowers —largo milk-white African lilies—roses a nightingale would stoop to worship; Capo jessamines and enme lins with their large glossy leaves. Through the open casement steals the faint, musi cal tinkle of playing fountains; and the light, tem pered pleasantly by rose curtains of embroidered sat in, kindles up gorgeous old paintings with a halo bright as a rainbow. It is ns if fresher sunshine were falling earthward on tho bower ofbeauty. The canary sings in his gilded cage—her canary; and the mocking-bird raises his clear notes higher ntid higher on tho perfumed air. Why do you clench your hands until tho nails draw the rich, rosy blood through the thin quivering skin? Why do you grind your teeth together, and hiss be tween, that one word, hush? It’s a beautiful home, I am sure, and that lady with her hand upon her bo som, is fair as any dream vision of the painter. Surely nothing could be purer than that broad, high brow ; nothing brighter than these golden curls. And she loves you, too! Ah! yes, any one can read that in the deep violet eyes, raised so tenderly to your own. Ah ! that is it : your young wife loves you. She linked to vours the existence of an angel, when she knelt beside you at the marriage altar and placed her hand in yours. For twelve long golden sunny months an angel has walked or sat by your side, or slept in your bosom. You know it. No mortal woman ever made your heart bow before a purity so divine! No earthly embrace ever filled your soul with the glory beyond the stars ; no earthly smile ever shone so unchsnging’v above all noisome things as you earth-worms call care and trouble. She is an angel, and other angels have been singing to her in the long days of this pleasant June time. “Hush,” you say, hut you can’t shut the anthem notes of heaven from those unsealed ears!—Louder lighter, swell the hymns of the seraphs; brighter grows the smile on your young wife’s lips. She whispers, “Dearest, I’m almost home, and you will eome by and by, and I am going to ask < iod to bless you!” Rut you cannot hear it—you turn away, and the big tears gather in the violet eyes. You had held her there on your bosom all day—all night; are you tired ? But you can’t answer.— Closer —closer you clasp the slight, fair figure ; pain fully you press your lips to the cold brow—Carrie is dead! Y> hat is it to you that the sunshine is bright; what that its cheerful rays fall on the broad lands—our lands? What is it—now that she can walk on them no more? And what is death—her death ? Few people knew her : no vice-president must bo chosen to till tier place: no nation will raise a monument to’ mm ry but she was yours; great God of ours i your all; THE TEMPERANCE BANNER. No—yours and God’s : and your year of joy is j over, and she rests on His bosom now in heaven. They have dug a grave for her. Spring flowers brighten over it, and the green grass smiles with dai sies and violets. You go there, and sigh and pray, and ask God if you, too, may come home ! and when no answer coines, your proud heart rises up in bit terness, and w ith the bold, wicked words upon your tongue, you pause, for your guardian angel looks down from heaven, and whispers—“ Hush!” C|e Ccntpcnmcc Banner. PENFIELD, GEORGIA. Saturday Morning, November 10,1855. AUTUMN. The beautiful Summer is dead! The flowers which loaded the air with halm and flecked the earth with beauty, no longer nurtured by her smile, have faded and died. The bright plurnaged birds that she had tam<*d and lured to her green, leafy bowers have sung their last sad requiem over their dead mistress, and have departed to a more genial clime. Nature is mourning in a robe of “yellow melancholy,” and the “charmed eddies of the autumnal*winds,” heap above the grave of the dead summer, a “mouldering monument” of withered leaves! But why mourn over the departed Summer, when she has given place to the golden, gorgeous Au tumn V True, the flowers are dead, the leaves are “crisped and sere,” the song of many a bird that gladdened the wood is heard no more, and the zephyrs are no longer laden with halm; hut in stead of flowers, Autumn brings fruit, for the green leafy bowers, waving fields of grain; for the songs of birds, the merry shouts of the happy harvest er, and for the odor-scented zephyrs, the bracing, health-giving breezes of October—which send the bright blood leaping and tingling through the veins. Autumn, the sad and solemn Autumn is beautiful and pleasant to behold, as he conieth, clothed in his par ti-colored robe of a thousand gorgeous hues, while ever in his train are seen smiling Plenty and rosy Health. The poor, whom Hunger pinches sorely, rejoice at his approach, for he throws from his chari ot the fruits of the earth, with a liberal hand. The suffering sick, look up and smile with renewed hope at the falling leaf, for well they know that the invisi ble spirit of vapor, which nurtured in the darkness of sultry summer nights, has become the fearful Pes tilence that “wasteth at noontide,” will flee before the silent footsteps of the frost-footed Autumn, and that rosy Health will lean from the chariot to cheer with her smiles the desolate homes of the sick.— Thus Autumn becomes a welcome visitor. Though welcome to some—though crowned with fruits, and attended with Health and Plenty, Autumn is still to us the “saddest season of the year.” With the approach of Fall begins the work of Decay, and its gnawing tooth is forever heard in every falling leaf. The Frost strips the trees of their covering and leaves them naked to battle with the howling blast. The homeless, houseless winds commence their mis erable pilgrimage around the earth, never still—ever complaining—forever making piteous complaints, that sound lik” the wails of the damned.” Thedead and w.: bored leaves, fit emblems of our perished hopes, are drifted in every direction over tho earth, and tho cold, chilly blast still drives them onward. Nature hears an aspect of dreary desolation—all things seem engaged in preparation for the coming winter. How solemn and impressive the lesson which Au tumn teaches us! Wc too are hastening to decay! We, like the leaves, are drifting down the st’eam of Time to be deposited on the shores of Eternity. We too should he gathering that fruit which will nourish and sustain us through the dark, cold winter of Death. The winds that strip the forest of its foliage, expose to view the ripe fruit, or hear on their wings the seed, which desposited in some far distant land, will spring up and beautify the earth. Happy will wc be, if the Winter of Death finds our lives crowned witli fruit—if the chilly winds that blow from the frozen icebergs of Death, shall hear some little seed of this life, which nurtured in the climate of Eterni ty, shall flourish in unfading beauty. And still hap pier will we be, if when tho \V inter of Death has passed, we, like the birds and flowers, and streams in Spring, awake to “newness of life,” and rejoice in a resurrection from darkness and death, to an eternal life of unfading brightness and glory ! GEORGIA LEGISLATURE, Roth branches of the General Assembly con vened at the Capitol on Monday last, at 10 o’clock, A. M. David J. Bailey’, of Butts connty, was elected President of the Senate; P. 11. Colquitt, of Musco gee, was elected Secretary; Mr. AYilson, of DeKalb, Messenger; and Mr. Alfred, of Pickens, Door-keeper. Hon. Wm. H. Stiles, of Chatham, was elected Speak er of the House; Mr. Oslin, of Cobh, Messenger; and Mr. Morris, of Flovd, Door-keepor. Both branches being organized, the Governor’s Message was read, and the official vote counted.— The Inauguration took place on Wednesday. A STATE LECTURER. We would call the attention of our readers to the proposition of Joseph Grisham, which will be found in this paper. It is highly important that we should haven State who would devote the whole of his time to canvassing the State, delivering lectures, distribu- I ting tracts, circulating papers and stirring up the | people on the groat subject of Prohibition. This is I what we want, and must have, if we expect to ac complish anything for our noble cause. Who will respond to the call of Mr. Grisham ? SOIL OF THE SOUTH. This excellent agricultural Monthly is ou our ta ble, and, as we have repeatedly said, should be lib erally patronized by Southern planters. It is pub lished at Columbus, Ga., at $1 a year. Send and get it. PUBLIC DOCUMENT. We tender our thanks to the lion. A. 11. Stephens for a copy of the Exploration qf'the Amaaon, accom- panitd with Maps, by Lieutenants Herndon & Gib- ‘ bon. LETTER TO B. ti. OVERBY. We take the following well-written and appropri ate letter addressed to Hon. B. 11. Overby, from the Southern Recorder. It is the exponent of the senti ments that are entertained by thousands of the best citizens of our State, towards the man who had the moral heroism to offer himself a sacrifice in the cause of Truth and Right: * Dear Siu—The battle is over; victory imposes on you no inaugural. Banners, and music, and guns at midnight, proclaim another favorite with the people of Georgia. The executive term has been renewed with a potent expression of the popular w ill, to the fortunate incumbent for two years longer. Faithful or not, whether a wise selection or the contrary, he is chosen, and no one more cheerfully submits than yourself. In fact, the signs have never been very en couraging to the cause of “Prohibition”either before or since you became its nominee for Governor. Nor did you take the field with the hope of success.— Your aim was higher ; and you have gone through the campaign, not with the laurel of triumph, it is true, hut with conspicuous honor and credit, such as upright men of all parties will ever respect. I will not wound your sensibilities by any pretend ed condolence on your defeat; for really your work, your late mission of labor and love, is spreading its influence to the breaking up of the old mass of gran ite, the tippling shops, which had crushed so*many tender hearts. Yon have proved a public benefactor. The hundred and score addresses you made during the canvass, in all quarters of the State, still echo in the breast of thousands who listened to your manly arguments and soul-touching appeals. You painted humanity as it suffers —as it drags through the mire of intoxication. Even now, your eloquent voice, its deep pathos and imploring sweetness, tremulous with emotion, lingers in my delighted memory. Rlessings have been invoked on your head by many a parent, by heart-broken wives and neglected children. — Tears of gratitude have flowed at the mention of your name, and bright hopes are cherished that the cause of which you were the champion, will ultimately pre vail. Be of good courage, soldier of moral progress ; the dawn always succeeds the darkest period of the night. The vote you received is no indication of public sentiment in relation to liquor shops, the festering nuisance which you strove to abate. There was an issue pending which absorbed many thousand minds in another direction, depriving you of a large support, to he rallied on a more conspicuous occasion, in fu ture. Personally, y r ou have nothing to regret in this mat ter. The ceremonies of inauguration, the escort of committees, the retinue of State officers and high ju dicial functionaries, in presence of the two Houses of Assembly convened for the pageant, all set off by the splendors of a crowded gallery’, where angel woman presides over the scene, could afford you no gratifi cation, except for ttie welfare of others, were you the centre of attraction. Believe me, sir, y r ou stand to day on more enviable ground. No forced smile, or reluctant civility is wrung from you by sycophantic suitors for patronage. You are free, the equal of any man in heroic virtues, and far in advance of a thou sand politicians in Georgia who assume to direct pub lic opinion from a principle, of which selfishness is the soul. I extend the remark as much to one party as to the other; they are both patriotic —both nn scrupulovs, as the late contest has fully demonstra ted. I gave my vote to you, with all due respect for your competitors. One of them is exalted, and the other is too wise to be cast down. Yon are on a rock far above the storms of faction. T sit at the base, and drink refreshing nectar from your example. And now, on reviewing the struggle, I have this consolation in your behalf: The fountain of iniquity has been pierced by your valiant sword, and its bit ter tide will tlow less and less, until finally exhaust ed by legislative wisdom. In your happy retreat, or in whatever situation the God you worship may call you to labor, you will ever be remembered bv grate ful multitudes, especially by the women and children of Georgia, for whose benefit you girded on the ar mor of “Prohibition.” Tho incense of their prayers for your welfare will not be despised by Him who has commended the widow and orphan to our sympa thies. Servant of God, friend of man, rejoice at the good you have accomplished, which, like bread cast on the waters, will be gathered many days hence, when the grave shall be your mansion. I have chosen to submit this letter to the public, before it reaches your eye, nor shall I apologise for the liberty. I am, dear sir, graefully, your FELLOW-CITIZEN. October, 1855. —- LAZY MAN’S BEDSTEAD. They have on exhibition at the Crystal Palace, in New Y’ork, a newly invented article of furni ture with the above name. At the head of the bed is attached a small alarm clock, so connected with the bed, that, at a given moment, the alarm bell will ring, and in five minutes after, if the sleeper does not rise, the mattress upsets, and straightway, and with out any ceremony, lie is tumbled out of bed. Sun dry lads are constantly being shown the effects of this article, and in more than one instance, says the Express, they got more than they bargained for.— The price ranges from $6 to SIOO. It only remains to invent a machine to put a lazy man to bed. fy“Wc have been favored with a copy of the i Pocket Formulary and Physician ’# Manual, hv Dr. • Thomas S. Powell, of Sparta, Ca„ :ind having care fully examined its contents, and learned the ends and purposes it was designed to subserve, we think it fully meritorious of thea'tention and patronage of the entire medical Fraternity. In it we find a list of the most approved medicines, important hints upon diet, medical statistics, and the National and State code of Medical Ethics, established by the American Medical Association. It contains a vast amount of knowledge in all the various departments of the heal ing Art, compiled and arranged in a remarkably con- 1 venient form, ready at any time for immediate refer ence. We commend this work to public favor as worthy of patronage. Copies can be secured by ad dressing the Author, Thos. S. Powell, M, D., Sparta, Ga. Price $1.50. DOIVNINGHILL NURSERY. We have received a catalogue of fruit and orna mental trees, roses, Ac., comprising a choice selec tion of Southern Seedling varieties, j ropagated at the above named Nursery, in Atlanta, W. Thurmond 1 Cos., proprietors. Let those interested take notice “A SADDLEBAGS GROCERY.” Among the presentments of the Grand Jury of Cass county, Ga., tile first week, we notice the fob lowing : “The Grand Jury of the present week would a’<o most respectfully represent it as their opinion that something like a saddlebags grocerv has been’kert by the Superior Court of this week, in the au-uil’t personage of one of the constables, without license wherefore we cannot safely conclude that the Tem perance cause is highly esteemed, by that arm of tlu” law, and while we exonerate the Court from a knowl edge even of this newly established feature in the’ traffic, still we must set our faces against all saddle bag groceries, and more especially when kept bv -i constable in attendance upon the Court. The par ticular constable we have concluded thus to cannon ise, and hand his deeds of consummate effrontery and shame down to future constables, as a well-marked instance of wilful contempt far Court. We did not -■ee the liquor, but wc did sec the saddlebags— and it is the deliberate opinion of this Jury that no other Jury ever saw a pair of saddlebags as much like a jug of brandy before—for they smelt like the jug had been broken. Now, a constable is quite a small ap pendage to the Court any how, and when he grows ®” ben at if ally Cfin, as to become part and parcel of Saddlebags, that smells just like a broken ju- of brandy, he attains to a station so small in our eves that wc think lie’s of no use at all.” $15,000 PROMPTLY PAID! In the second last drawing (Class 7) of the Fort Gaines Academy Lottery, Augustus Cook, Esq., of this city drew the capital prize of $15,000. We learn to-day that Mr. Cook has returned from Atlan ta and the full amount of his prize was promptly paid. If a person be so fortunate as to draw a prize, there seems to be no humbug in obtaining the mon ey when due. So Mr. Cook has found it and so have others of this city who have been favored with other than blanks. Fifteen thousand dollars is no small amount of money.— Chattanooga (Tenn.) Advertiser Oct. 27. Sii;’ Editorial life in California is thus described by one of them! lie is referring to the daily rou tine of an editor’s life there : First—-Gets up in the morning at ten o’clock, dresses himself, puts on his hat, in which are six or seven bullet holes; and goes to a restaurant for breakfast. After breakfast, starts to the office to look over the papers, and discovers that he is called a coward in one of them, a liar in another, and a puppy in another; he smiles at the pleasant prospect of having something to do; fills out and despatches ■ three blank challenges, a ream or two of which he always keeps on hand, ready printed to save time; , commences writing a leader, when as the clock strikes eleven, a large man, with a cowhide in one hand, a pistol in the other, and a bowie-knife in his belt, walks in and asks if his name is ; he answers by knocking the intruder down two pair of stairs with a chair. At twelve o’clock, finds that his challenges have been accepted, and suddenly remembers that he has a little affair of that nature to settle at the beach that day at three o’clock ; goes out and kills his man, and then comes in and dines on stewed grizzly ; starts for the office, and while going there, gets mixed in a street row, and has the heel of his hoot shot off by accident; laughs to think how beautifully it was done; arrives at his sanctum and finds an “infernal machine” upon the table; knows what it is, and merely pitches it out of the window ; writes an arti cle on “moral reform,” and then starts for the thea tre; is attacked on the corner of a dark alley by three men ; kills two of them and takes the other to the station house. Returning to the office at eleven o’clock at night, kills a dog with a paving stone; gets run over by a cab, and has the tail of his coat siitted open by a thrust from a knife, and two bullet holes put through his beaver as he steps within his own door; smiles at his escape, writes until two o’clock, and then turns in, with the happy consciousness of having two duels to fight the next day. For the Banner. GATHERINGS BY THE WAY. Messrs. Editors , —l left my home in a quiet rural district, to mix with the busy scenes of active life on our railroads and in our cities for a time. I visited the camp-meeting in Elbert county, Ga., where a good wrtrk was going on. Good order and quiet pre vailed in and about the encampment, but just far enough outside to be out of sight of most decent peo ple, the usual amount of liquor selling and drinking, gambling, and negro-demoralization, by lowflung white men, was carried on. There is a certain per sonage in Elbert county, whose influence for evil is said to be almost unlimited. This influence always operates detrimentally to the quietness and peace desirable at the Elbert camp-ground—it never can be got rid of while the leading spirit of that influence fives, and she is likely long to be a trouble to this world. Rev. .Mr. Tally, in some very plain remarks, told the freemen of the county’ plainly of their con sistency and independence, in having such an influ ence as was exercised by the person in question pre vail so extensively, to even the controlling of elec tions in the county! YY’hat good will be done re mains to he seen. I next went to Lexington, where the Oglethorpe Superior Court was in session—Judge Thomas YY r . Thomas presiding. Judge Thomas has done him self gnat credit for the ability and integrity with which he has discharged the delicate duties of his office, during his short term on the bench. He is one of the ino-t able lawyers and jurists in Georgia, and no man in the State is capable of making a more universally popular and efficient Judge. Ilis giant i intellect, profound legal acquirements, stern unbend ing integrity,—his manly independence, his goodness !of heart and agreeable manners, render him one of the best fitted of men for the position he now occu pies for a short time, by Executive appointment.— Iroin every tongue all around the Northern Circuit, but one voice is heard concerning Judge Thomas’ judicial character, and that is of unbounded applause, lie is a candidate for the Supreme Bench —Judge Starnes’ vacancy to be filled at the next legislature. Better service could not he done the State by the legislature than by electing Judge Thomas to fill that place. In Lexington I found drunkenness, rowdyism, brawling and fighting, in the streets and around the hotel door, both night and day. Loud oaths and vulgarity grated harshly on my ears in tny r room at the hotel. A filthy rum-shop is kept in one end of November