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Griffin, Ga., July 4th, 1866.
Bev. and Dear Sir : —At a meeting of
the Board of Trustees of the Griffin Female
College, held this afternoon, it was unani
mously resolved “ that the Secretary be
instructed to wait upon the Rev. W. P.
Harrison, and request of him, for publication,
a copy of the address delivered by him, this
day in the College Chapel.”
In accordance with the above, 1 have the
honor to address you. trusting that it may
he your pleasure to respond to the request
of the Board.
Very Respectfully,
W.'Manoiiam.
Sec. Pro. Tern. Hoard Trustees Griffin Fe
male College.
To Rtv. W. P. Harrison, Griffin, Ga.
Griffin, Ga , July sth, 18t36.
\?ol. S. \V. Manuhan :
l)<ur Sir : —Your favor of yesterday, re
questing a copy of my Address for publica
tion is received. Duly appreciating the
compliment conferred upon me by the Board
of Trustees through you, l hereby place in
vour hands the manuscript of the Address,
to be disposed of as you think proper.—
Permit tne to say, not by way of apology,
but as an explanation of some parts of the
Address, that the evils I have condemned,
are of such magnitude that [ could not for
bear the use of pin in andf.qmmb language.
I have used no phrase with the intention ol
offend <’/i7/*aHy one, but simply desire to unit
those who are in danger, of the consequences
which have ensued elsewhere, and may be
looked for here, should the license of North
ern fashions receive no cheek. Hoping that
the eml desired, may be fully accomplished,
to the extent merited by this humble contri
bution to the public good.
I am yours, truly',
\Y. I’. Harrison.
Cod. S, W. MAnoiiam,
Secy. Board of Xrusteess Griffin Female
College.
Moderation — Th- K'y to Ail Truth.
“ Ant (hear, out niillus," “either Caesar
or nobody,” was the favorite saying of the
great Roman General, who first planted the
victorious eagles of Rome on the soil of
Britain, and carried his triumphant legions
over the mountains and through the forests
of central Kurope. The love of power, the
ambition to rule, which prompted Julius
Ctesar to win the hearts of his countrymen,,
first by his princely generosity and munifi
cence, and th m by deeds of heroic daring,
at last proved his ruin; —and even whilst
the coveted chalice was at his lips, and his
soul was reveling ir. the intoxicating
draught, the hand of the m-sus-in terminated
hi.s career, and snatched t lie crow nos em
pire from bis brow. Were not the pacifica
tion of rebellious Spain; the conquest of
Gaul;, the subjugation of (lie Germans;
the extension of the Roman dominion to the
Northern Islands of Europe ; and the aduii
ration of li's countrymen, suffi dent rewards
for his great military skill, and personal
sacrifices for his couTitry's glory? No
Ambition’s thirst is not assuaged, though
every cup of human jpplau-e may minister
to its demands Had he been content with
military triumph®, and the highest civic
honors, a grates ul country would have treas
ured his glorious achievements as the high
est evidences of her greatness, and the
surest pledges of her perpetuity. But (’ie
sar could not pau- •; his restless soul enjoyed
hut for a moment the defeat of his rival
Conipey, and without an open foe, or a re
sisting legion throughout the broad fields of
continental Europe, he aspired to still >ub
limer heights, till, struggling to mount
above the cloud-capped pinnacle of lame, he
fell. Flattery, ever cringing to wealth and
power, poured into his attentive ear unceas
ing streams of fulsome adulation, and
clamored loudly for the installation of his
statue in-the pantheon of the gods. His
worship became the popular religion of
Rome. Poets sung, not only of his prowess
on the field of Mars, but of the new glories
that awaited him in the high council of the
gods, where his fame should gather laurels
even from th? brow of Jupiter himself
Beauty made her court, and held suit dalli
ance with her blandest charms, and thought
herself rewarded by a nod of recognition, or a \
word of condescending grace. The slaves I
of wealth, of lust, of .power, all bent the i
knee before his newly erected shrine, till a
bold hand sent the dagger home to his heart,
and in the Senate-house, the theatre of his
highest honors, and boldest usurpations,
Julius Cassar lay a bleeding corpse. Death,
for whose shadowy empire the Roman con
queror had furnished vast hecatombs of sub
jects, sat now enthroned upon the prostiate
lorm of the ambitious mortal who dreamed
himself to be an immaculate divinity.
Alexander, the Macedonian King, the
conqueror of Greece, of Asia Minor, of
Syria, of Palestine, of Phoenicia, ol Egypt
and of India—before whose resistless pha
lanx the hosts of Oriental monarchies melted
away like snow beneath the sun, paused un
der the shadow of the pyramids to hear his
flatterers trace his lineage to the celestial
gods. Great in all the qualities that consti
tute the commanding General—with bold
ness and promptness to conceive the most
stupendous enterprises —with consummate
tact and untiring energy to execute them—
magnanimous to a fallen foe—with the deli
cate tenderness of woman toward the mi-c
--nes of the unfortunate, and the sternest
virtue in meting out rewards to the deserv
ing,—he found himself at last, undisputed
arbiter of nations, with the world for his
empire, all human hands subservient to his
w ill, and all human hearts dependent upioti
bis favor, or cowering beneath his frown,
set from this lofty height, even he could
spy a still more inviting field of conquest —a
grander sphere for the exercise of his abili
ties, and a richer reward for the hazards of
a campaign. Not satisfied with hurling the
javelin of war, ho must needs aspire to the
command of the thunderbolts of Jupiter.
Spurning a throne that a thousand tribes of
earth had been compelled to make more
corneous than the fabled magnificence es
la:ry land, he longed to «it upon the throne
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of clouds, with lightning uiL-sengers crouch
ing at his feet, and ready to do his bidding.
Turning away in contempt Irhm the coffers
which had swallowed up the wealth of a
hundred kings, he longed for the creative
power that could make a world for the mere
pleasure of subduing it to his will. Thus I
wrapped in visions of an impossible exalta
tion, he grew dizzy over the brilliant future,,
sought to hruce his shrinking faculties with
the support of wine, and in full view of the
famous seats of enthroned gods, Alexander
withered into a drunkard's grave.
Napoleon Bonaparte, the only name that
in the annals of the past can claim for its
chaplet a tribute of praise from every field
of human effort—the man whose oratory,
even on the cold, unimpassioned page of
history, thrills us now with electric force as ;
we read his bulletins from the Army of Ita- I
ly —the man whose military genius aroused
a prostrate, mangled, despairing nation to j
the possibility of overshadowing empire oti
the continent of Europe—the man before
whose mighty strides to conquest, military '
chieftains sank, and reputations fell like i
blasted figs beneath the whirlwind’s wrath '
—the man who toyed with kings and 1
thrones, till hoary-headed dynasties trem- 1
bled at the mention of his name, and wear-1
ers of royal purple, and owners of triple j
crowns sought safety in flight, or fawned in 1
suppliant beggary at his feet—the man who j
could, at will, eclipse the profoundest astrono- S
mer in reading the language of the skies, or
astound the wisest chemist with his subtle j
analysis of the elements of nature —the man ]
who could, at pleasure, don the theologian’s •
robes, and plead for the honor of the world's
Messiah, in tones of eloquence and strokes j
of logic surpassing far the loftiest efforts j
since the lips of inspiration were sealed in
death—Napoleon Bonaparte, the Grand !
Master of Operative Architects who have
carved their fame and fortune deep into the
stubborn marble of this world's history— j
Napoleon Bonaparte, the most gifted child \
of earth, sacrificed his heart’s affection to I
the dictates of unhallowed pride, and lost!
his crown, hi.s fortune, hi.s liberty, and his
life!
Ami yet another licacnn lifts its head
To warn ns of the dangers eronchinjf near.
" A man of rank, and of capacious soul.
Who riches had, and fame heyond desire;
An heir of flattery, to titles horn,
And reputation, and luxurious life:
Yet not content with ancestorial name,
Or to he known because his fathers were,
lie on this height hereditary stood,
And gazing higher, purposed in his heart I
To take another step. Above hitr. seemed
Alone, the mown! of song, the lofty seat
(if canonized hards; and thitherward,
liy nature taught, and inward melody,
In prime of youth, he bent his eagle eye.
No cost was spared. Wliat hooks he wished, lie !
read ;
What sage to hear, he heard; what scenes to see. ■
lie saw. And first in rambling school hoy days I
Britannia's mountain walks, and heath girt lakes, )
And story telling glens, and founts, and brooks, !
And maids, as d"W-dro|>s pure and fair, his soul j
With grandeur filled, aim melody, and love.
Then travel came, mid took him where he w ished.
He cities saw, and courts, and princely pomp;
And mused atone on incient mountain-brows:
And mused on battle fields, where valor fought 1
In other days; and mused on mins gray
With years; and drank from old and fabulous
wells.
And plucked the vine that first-born prophets ;
plucked :
And mused on famous tombs, and on the wave j
(if ()cean in«i- 1 • 1. and on the desert waste :
The heavens and earth of every country saw.
Where’er the old inspiring Genii dwelt,
Aught that could rouse, expand, refine the soul, '
Thither lie went, and meditated there.
“ lie touched his harp, and nations heard, en
t railed.
As some vast river of unfailing source.
Rapid, cxlmusilcss, deep, his numbers flowed,
And opened new fountains in the human heart.
Where fancy halted, weary in her flight,
In other men, his. fresh ns morning, rose.
And soared untrodden heights, and seemed at
home.
Where angels bashful looked. Others, though 1
great.
Beneath their arguments seemed struggling,
whiles;
He, from above descending, stooped to touch
The loftiest thought ; and proudly stooped, as j
though
it scarce deserved his verse. With Nature s self j
He seemed an old acquaintance, flee to jest
At will with all her glorious majesty.
He laid his hand, upon ‘ the Ocean’s inane,”
And played familiar with his hoary locks .
Stood < n the Alps, stood on Hie Appenines.
And with the thunder talked, ns friend to friend ;
And wove his garland of the lightning's wing,
In sportive twist, the lightning's fiery wing. |
Which, as the footsteps of the awful God,
Marching upon the storm in vengeance seemed ; j
Then turned, and with the grasshopper, who sung j
His evening song beneath his feet, conversed.
Suns, moons, and stars, mid clouds, his sisters :
were;
Hocks, mountains, meteors, seas, and winds, and
storms,
llis brothers, younger brothers, whom he scarce
As equals deemed. All passions of all men,
The wild and tatne, the gentle and severe ;
All thoughts, all maxims, sacred and profane ;
All creeds, all seusons, Time, Eternity;
All that was hated and all that was dear ;
All that was hoped all that was feared, by man,
He tossed about, ns tempest-withered leaves;
'then, smiling, looked upon the wreck he made.
With terror now lie froze tlie cowering blood,
And now dissolved the heart in tenderness:
Yet would r.ot tremble, would not weep himself;
But back into his soul retired, aloue,
Dark, sullen, proud, gazing contempttionsly
On hearts nnd passions prostrate nt his feet.
-So Ucean T iruut Uynplaimvhis wares bub late
To desolation swept, retired in pride.
Exulting in the glory ol his might,
And seemed to mock the ruin he had wrought.
“ As some fierce Comet of tremendous size,
To which the stars did I cverviice. as it passed,
So lie through learning and through fancy took
His flight sublime, and on the loftiest top
Os fame's dread mountain sat; not soiled and
worn, 1
As if he from the earth had labored up ;
But as some bird of heavenly plumage fair.
He looked, w hich down from higher regions came,
And perched it there, to see wliat la)' beneath.
■'The nations gazed, and wondered much, and
P’«i-' 1 .
Critics before him fell in humble plight.
Confounded fell, and made debasing signs
To catch his eye, and stretched, and sWefl“d
themselves
To bursting nigh, to litter bulky words
Os admiration vast: and many, too.
Many that aimed to imitate his flight.
With weaker wing, unearthly fluttering made,
And gave abundant sport to after days.
[ “Great runt ' the allocs g#r»d, and wondered
1 .much.
Tin- Pen i. Tligtaiur tl.un lilt Sword.”
GKIFFIY, GEORGIA, TIMM MORNING, JI'LY 19,
And praised; and many called his evil good.
Wits wiote in favor of liis wickedness.
And kings to do him honor took and -light.
Thus, full of titles, flattery, tumor, fame.
Beyond desire, be von and ambition, full,
He died lie died of wbatf of wretchedness;—
Prank every cup of joy, heard every trump
Os fame, drank early, deeply drank, drank ,
draught* , .
That common million! might have quenched ; th**n •
Hurst, because there was no more to drink
HU 'ldeas, Nature, wooed, embraced, enjoyed,
W* •hh“. , ' r *^;l>i* pasaiona d«L=.
Died, ail * ! ‘ U 7,' r j Be'l
» i it « • oatltios in o<*inuf «uc«i.
And all Lis sym,> . u bllit , nn d tall.
As some ill guided hai... on desert shore,
Which angry tides cast out . I ., <t
And then, retiring, left it ther" ; n9 0 f heaven ;
And moulder in the winds and ruhu..
So he, cut from the sympathies of life»on>us surge,
And east ashore from pleasure's hoistero.- ’ jng
A wandering, weary, worn, and wretched U.i,f e ' »t
Scorched, and desolate, and blasted soul, |
A gloomy wilderness of dying thought,—
Repined, and groaned, and withered from the j
earth.”
But why should 1 turn to the pages of j
history, or repeat the stirring thoughts of j
poetic inspiration, to prove that the great
men of earth, whether in the field or in the
Cabinet, in the Senate or in the Laboratory,
in the ravages of war, or in the cultivation
of the arts of peace, have uniformly crossed
the ei<t media , the middle way where Truth
in sober dress pursues her steady course,
only to make shipwreck at last on some hid
den rock in Error’s wide domain ? Aro we
not to-day surrounded by a thousand proofs
that Fltraism has silenced the voice of!
reason in the halls of legislation, the pur- j
suits of science, the courts of fashion, and j
is fast invading even the sanctuary of the !
Most High God ? Why should we turn to |
the Past for examples, when the Present
beats its prolific harvest of errors in every
department of human experience or investi- j
gation ? Indeed, no tendency of the hu-|
man mind is more general than the tendency j
to fltraism. A truth accepted, believed,;
maintained, is unduly exalted, until its im- ;
portaneo is forgotten in the extravagance of]
its advocate. If a railroad is to be con- ’
structed, the real benefit manifestly accrues j
to the parties who live at the termini of the j
road, and along the line ot its passage. How- j
ever great these benefits may be—however !
much the purposes of trade may be furthered, I
and the interests of special communities ad- |
vanced—these reasonable expectations will j
scarcely satisfy the ardent imagination ot the I
advocate, whose duty it is to urge the enter
prise forward to successful completion. He !
will, perchance, draw a picture of unborn !
generations, who will erect statues in honor of j
the disinterested patriotism which seeks the ]
best investment for its money, and the noble |
genero-ity which never gives away a dollar, j
wiiere there is not reason to believe two dol- j
lar» will be returned.
If a city is to bo improved, the impartial j
owners of real estate overleap the embarrass- !
uicnts of the present, and see the rising town j
swailovving up its smaller neighbors, central- |
iziug in its limits the talent, wealth, influ
ence, and trade of u whole section, or a State,
and read its destiny in glowing colors as the
emporium of commerce, and the great me
tropolis that is to govern the financial world.
]i an ambitious aspirant for public honors,
and the contents of the public purse, comes
before the people to solicit their aid in bis ]
benevolent designs, which, like charity, j
begin at home, and seldom wander beyond i
the limits of their native heath—he feels at j
once the tires of patriotic zeal for an imper
illed country, whose untold interests, and i
imperishable glories tremble in the balance j
ot the ballot box—the noble sons of illustri- i
ous sires, the refined, intelligent “sovereigns” I
who shape the fortunes of a continent at j
every > ross-ruad precinct in the county, tire j
flattered and cajoled, until the happy aspi- ]
rant is wafted to his seat in the State Legis j
laturo, or the vacant bench of a County Court,
under the protecting wing of that magnifi- ;
cent bird that has stood so long, perched j
upon the snow-capped peak of the Allegha- !
nies, laving one wing in the cerulean biilows ;
of the Atlantic, the other in the emerald
waves of the l’acific, freezing his caudal
feathers in the icy current of Hudson's Bay,
and flourishing his beak in the aromatic
breezes of the far-off tropics !
If Miss Arabella Screamer, who graces
an evening party with her queenly presence, j
can be prevailed upon to overcome her re- ]
pugnanco to “ performing before company,” j
and can be assured that the gratified audi- j
ence will overlook the “ severe cold” “which ]
she has just mysteriously acquired, we may
arm ourselves for the furious contest whiclx
is about to btlffin. A preparatory flourish
on the keys,of the piano sends a thrill of
admiration through t c dapper form of the |
obsequious knight, who looks intently for j
the first tocsin signal to summon from the !
fields of memory the Macedonian phalanx
of superlatives, to reward the fair performer.
She runs riot wilh chords and symphonies—
peals the thundering base, and pipes the
squealing treble—sends from her lips the
most terrific yells, till the astonished blood
forsakes its hiding place of gauze and gossa
mer, and mounts the brow of the fair, toiling
maniac, to witness the result of the furious
onset. But admiration waits till the din
has ceased, to pour forth a volume of unquali
fied praise. The “divine rantatrice” is
re-conducted to her chair, ami, the shades of
Handel, Beethoven and Mozart arc appealed
i to i» demonstration of her right to have im
mediately summoned all the famed and
lovely Nine, to do themselves the honor of
placing on the brow of Arabella the peerless
crjwn, which shall Lenceforth immortalize
her as the tjueen of Song! Should a pre
suming skeptic fail to i>e “ carried away” by
the “ matchless melody” which has nearly
made him deaf, and dare to modify his ap
probation, or signify hi* dissent by expres
sive silence, he must make np his mind to
east his lot with the uncultivated multitude
whom Shakspeare gives over to “ treason,
stratagems and spoils.”
If a “travelled gentleman” LaSthonored
the party by his condescending presence, we
may expect the music to remind him of the
wondrous harmonies that roll through the
1 vast auditorium of the Sistine Ghapel, at
the cver-venerable Home, when that mag
nificcnt choir thrt irmiados every mo<iulat«t
tone, from the deepest base, to the softeet
falsetto, swells and sweeps its majestic,
marches through the incomparable miserere. ;
Or he is “carried away” to that eventful
eve when his charming ciccroim led him forth
beneath the soft Italian sky, unou the vel- j
vet-tufted soil of Italy, to hear the ravishing ;
music of the ten thousand nightingales ol
(W.i! Lovely <>«oli! embowered in lux
uriant toli-gc, 'and nestling under the pro
i tecting pinions of the towering Appeuinc*
whtTC the twinkling watchmen, guardians
of the witching night, look down m merry
glances from the ethereal towers, and sen A
their dancing messengers ol gratulatiou to
greet the upturned optics of the toiling sons
of sorrow: ' How on the bridge that spans
the broad ravine of 0.-soh, his delight and tars
faught the initial surf that announced a com
and ol tfie oOft.-U-t'Cill AMS. " 9 I
ing billow, lieraiu*\:x a fathomless neea.. o. ,
divinest harmony, rolling, careering, swell
ing, surging from the active throats of ten
thousand nightingales, perched in the shad
owy holly trees below! Ilow the flowing
tide of heavenly symphonies bore him back
through memory’s desolated halls to distant
childhood's merry pastimes, or over the
waves of the restless Atlantic to his western
home, where a myriad of anxious faces were
gazing out upon the waste of waters for.the ;
proud bark that should transport his precious
person to their homes and hearts again! !
And as billow upon billow, wave upon wave, ]
of sweetest, softest music lodged upon bis
Qverp >wercd sensorium, how he knelt, and
rolled, and wrestled with the burden of their
ravishing songs, till he sank beneath the in
supportable invocation, penetrated by an ,-
eructating agony of delight How he pros- I
trate lay. unconscious of the rapid strides of j
the feathery foot of midnight's misty hours,
till the anxious cicerone grasped his reluctant
arm, and convoyed him to bis airy chamber,
where, after reading his accustomed lesson
in the French testament , he said his prayers,
and through his open window, billow upon
billow, wave upon wave, of restless harmony
raised his wearied frame, and wafted him on
a couch of music to the land of slumber!
If Bombastcs Furiuso should be invited to
regale the members ol the Buncombe Spout
ing Club with one of bis “ rich, rare, and
racy” inti l/e-tua! treats, we may expect the
quiet village of Buncombe to send forth
ita “ brilliant galaxy of beauty,” and its
“ worthy literati ” to form the “ large and
intelligent audience,” who never fail to pat
ronize a literary effort, irhe n the suits are
free. Bouibnstes strikes the key note of his
speech at a piteli that would startle the
echoes from the Alpine crags, and soon, his
well directed physical efforts succeed in rais
ing a tempest of sound, that sweeps on in
resistless power over vanquished rules of
grammar, and subjugated rhetoric, till the
ts. Tins of tits auilletice are well-nigh ad'lled
in the furious storm of words. Yet there
are those who sit with open mouths, and
staring eyes, who will be ready, when the
hurricane is over, to tell how the “ able and
eloquent” speaker “electrified” his audi
ence with the “ corruseating scintillations ”
from the glowing anvil of his miehty genius,
and bore off in triumph the “ golden opin
ions” of his auditory for the mines of wealth
which his matchless erudition furnished for
their “delectation.” 'J oe calm, unenthusi
astic heater may perceive no signs of electric
power in the speech, except the thunder peals
of a stentorian voice, and the ear splitting de
tonations of an astounding pair of lungs,—
but what of that? Sound and sense arc twin
brothers, nursed by the same maternal fount,
and if one does now and then, lik Jacob of
old, supplant his elder brother, we are to
consider how much the graces of oratory are
enhanced by a vivid, animated style ! And
when our friend Bombastcsmoun’s his wing
cd Pegasus of fancy, seats himself upon the
fiery steed, with a first-class comet for his
travelling companion through celestial paths,
where angel-wings alone have stirred the
balmy air, how admiration wi.xcs into
“ thunders of applause !’’ See him, whip in
hand, plying liis sturdy blows to the some- i
time weary comet, till through the boundless I
universe of space, beyond thee “ blazing!
suns,” and “ silvery moons,” and ‘‘whirling!
planets,” and “ revolving stellaries,” Rega
sus and Comet arrive neck and neck together
at the judge’s stand on this terrene theatre
of mutation’s heterogeneous conglomerations !
Hear him, as with uplifted hands, and
straiuing eyes, and swelling throat, and livid
cheeks, his paroxysms of epileptic elocution
map the wonders he has seen: “ Now behold
the sevenfold iris rubes of translucent light,
that pencil the iridcan drapery of heaven’*
boundless concavity of azure, whilst etnpy
reau odes of perfections infinite, with attri
bt>.es eternal, responding in unceasing
strains of adorative ecstacy to the Hallelu
ya'. symphonies ol astral systems sweeping
through the grand diapason of goldeti-radi
aticed constellations, girdled w.th the rnulti
tinted mantle of glowing Rhoebu*, rising
from the crimson couch of juvenescent Au
rora, who with implicated locks of rosy rich
ness, attenuates her lustrated arms, odorous
with the circumambient and permeating
ether, to embrace the holy halitus which
enshrines the uncoutaminate, hyaline mate
riality of her adolescent sister Day !” Then,
listen to the vigorous boot-heels, rapping
canes, clapping hands, and tiger-squeals from
the “electrified" boys, all of which unite in
j the orthodox composition of “ thunders of
applause, 1 ' and henceforth pity unfortunate
‘ Cicero and Demosthenes, because their stars
! have waned before the brilliant magnates of
this “free and enlightened” Nineteenth
i Century!
If some wandering specimen of the gc
j nus 1 lector of Dyspeptic Divinity should
visit the shores of Europe, that good-natured,
oft-abused, and wonderfully patient “ Old
World ” must sit for her portrait, and the
result, of course, is a printed volume, felicit
ously styled, “ A Year in Europe.— .Some
snarling critic may wish that the Doctor’s
stay might hare been prolonged to a hundred
years in Kurope, but the wish is vain—the
book is out, and with solemn front, the
author meets his audience to tell (hem where
j his year was spent :
| I have trodden the height- of Tus-ulum
rod Alba Longa, nnd gaz and thenee a‘ the ma
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je.ticdon.eof.be llasUFa Fori- ~an. .cross
the desolate Campagv strewn mih bnk
e n arches and crumbling nuintoba. I have
toiled up the s'cep cone of Mams J.hmm*,
oncc crowned with the magnificent sane of
i / funiter ■ and traced the massive
of old by the chariots of kings and conquor
i ors l have drunk from the fountain of
~ria, and dreatm-d in the dewy wood* of
'La Ricci, ., intoxicated with the trom* o
flowers, and lulled by the love-son?> of mglil
< ingalea! I have koted from th "™*
'ing rocks of .W-r”.
run 'C, and ovir the / ntinr Marsh- < , and
1 seen the sun sink into the M ditrrraartu,
i beyond the Chr cm Fromontarg l have
i parsed through the tirofa J, I o.dtpo, to 1 a-
I troll, of Fault nt memory; and thence to
° L "-
L vV ■ most could d<
crine Lake; and along the .1/5 nian From
ontarg, to Baiir, nnd the Mar, Morla, nnd the
I.'lysian Fields beyond. I have climbed the
pinc-crcsted Ajunnines, and surveyed the
olassical Sorarte, and virjtcd the cascades
of the le/ino and the Jni'n, and looked into
the Ftruse.m sepulchre at I' rujia, and sat
down in the shadow of a wall three thousand
years old at Firsolr, and from the surround
ing hills viewed the paradise of villas ami
vineyards environing the beautiful Firrnxe.
I have mused at the tomb of Michael Angelo ,
an l gazed at llrunahsehts dome and (Hol
lo’s marble tower, and listened to the magi
cal bells which charmed the ear of Dante,
and inspected the treasures of art accumula
te i in the I fid (lallerics, and feasted mine
eyes with the gems and gold which beautify
the Fitti Fataee, and had a glance at the
Arno over the laurel hedge* of the San
Miuiato , and taken a turn or two in the
Carina when the evening air is tremulous
with the soft melodies ol the grove !
And now, enlightened reader, when you
' close the book, if the critics havo exhausted
the English vocabulary in praise of it; il they
have told you that the author is “learned as
a cyclopteilia, fluent as a cicerone , and elo
quent as the ruins he daguerrotypes ” —if
Latin fails, and Greek is incompetent, open
the dictionary of William Arp, INq., find
your word, and join your lusty lungs to the
trump of fame in thundering peals of “ Bul
ly for the Doctor !”
Behold the latest scion of “ shoddy aris
t tocracy,” with his well-filled purse, whose
| gold was gleaned from the sorrows of a coun
try in the throes of revolution, as he walks
with an air of profound enjoyment through
a gallery of paintings, or a collection of stat
uary ! Hear him, as he spouts of the Divine
Oanova, the matchless Raphael, the peerless
,Corrcgio, the wondi r working Michael An-
j gelo, whilst in sober truth, lie cannot-Ull
j which of these, if either, used the painter’s
] jiallet, </i Hie sculptor's chisel, or whctliei
1 they were born in Italy, Greece, or Araby the
Blest! Hear him, ?s lie stands, wrapt in
1 the semblance of profoun 1 admiration, be
fore two yards square of canvass, and talks
of the magic touch of the painter’s brush ;
of’ the trunsccndant genius which conceived
the grouping of the picture; of the sublime
transfer of nature's superb glories in the
landscape; of the wonderful influence of the
laws of perspective; of the liarmuniou
■ blending of the effects of light and shad' ;
! of the ripe, mellow tints which throw a halo
of glory over the scene, whilst his ecstatic
praises are lavished upon a miserable daub,
perhaps the maiden effort of some ambitious
mixer of paints, who, but for the accommo
dating verdancy of such discerning critie-q
would be doomed to “dumb forgetfulness”
forever! But see ! he bolds in his hand a
ten cent catalogue, and the veracious ebron-
I icier has informed him that his eyes are act
ually feasting on a master-piece of David,
I Titian, or Murillo ! No wonder, then, that
! be mounts tfie t pmost round ol the ladder
of superlatives, and shows liis wisdom in the
i appreciation of the works of art! But, in
j honest truth, Tit liis heart of hearts, he can
I not tell whether the David who painted the
, picture, was a!-o the author o! the Book o!
j I’salms ; or whether Titian is only a foreign
| method of spelling the name of Titus, whom
| he has heard of somewhere in the New,Tes
| taincnt, —or whether Murillo was any way
j related to the famous Murrill, of thieving
! and robbing memory, as the bandit’s name
i only needs a slight change to make it answer
to the catalogue!
Lo ! now ! “ I have heard of her by the
] hearing of the car, and now mine eye hath
f seen her ” —the w izen face, and peaked nose,
| and rat-like eyes of Miss Conjidenria I */i il
' anthropia, fresh from the cool shades of I’ly
| mouth rock, in classic New England, an cdu
\ rated inarm who comes to teach the young
! idea of Southern Africa how to shoot—
! Tomb ice lightly on this sacred theme i Miss
! Oonfidcncia conies to pay a debt of loving
gratitude, which her brothers owe to the
fathers of Cuff, and I’omp, and Sambo!—
Did not those woolly heads, and ebony forms
stop many a bullet in the “ Great Rebellion”
which otherwise might have lodged in the
valuable carcass of some descendant of the
j Puritans? Arid if I’ompey the Elder did
all the shooting during the war, ought not
M iss Confideneia to instruct I’ompcy the
Younger in shooting, now that peace has
come, and— there is money in the business ?
• Who shall forbid this holy enterprise ?
' Have not whole shiploads of useless watches,
breastpins, bracelets, and finger-rings gone
■on a tour of discovery in the direction of
the North Role—and will any man dare ob
ject to filling a single Bureau with the taw
dry ornaments of the Freedmen ? No ! let
Miss Confidencia pursue in her noble
! mission!
j .Strike! till the last gilt watch is fobt/J.
Strike' till Hie last dark card dif*holib'd
i Strike ! till the la?t freed sod is robh'd
For love, and sweet New England Charity'
But, for all that, kindly as we view Miss
Confidcneia’s noble mission, we cannot yet
awhile dismiss ourselves from her ccmniand
j ing presence. She has been to far-famed
i Hosting —she knows how the wheel of the
I Fniversc is greased at the Hub—she knows
wh6 manufactures the lubricating oil for
that purpose—she knows how to rap up the
spirit* of the dead from the vasty deep—she
knows how to entertain Solomon, and Solon.
' and and Rlafo, ar.d Aristotle, and
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I Überel 'edoelioi * »» contract* for
u*emen * runui of throe roor.lht and long-r.
Rimy—alto kuow< how to charm into her
society Homer, and llesiod, and \ irjnl, and
Dante, and Tasso, ud Milton, and fihaka
pcare, and Byron—*he know* bow far Lord
Bacon has progressed since New England
science chiselled a door into the partiu nos
the spirit 1-ar.d, and she know* that tni
, wotild-bc philosopher entertains sangaine
; hope* of climbing, at no distant day, th*
sublime height*, over which ManLoafidencta
has aired her crinoline ever since the intro
duction of that expansive and ctp*n*>* arti
ct, _ s ( iC knows who i~ expected to “ rquar*
the circle” at the next aeauoa ot the Salem
Moousbinc Am mtion —sheknowa who made
the instrument ihat does the grinding when
the 'there* take a notion to enjoy a musical
entertainment —she know* the key note of
the aforesaid music, a:ui has often i-unu alto
JfMAMMtirES,
ough base, MU Jl’
the treble w;'b on litablo aktU—in'a word,
sh' klimes it all! She has taught old Mas
zaroth llie New England quick step, ar.d
ever since he has never failed to be punctual
in liis seasons—she has corrected the gram
mar of the sons of Areturu*, and therefor
lias received a vote of thanks from the sur
rounding constellations—she has, in her
leisure momenta, made a few stars upon the
most approved pattern, end pinned them in
Orion’s belt—she has pulled out several
superfluous burrs that for ages disfigured
the tail of I’rs.i ‘Major—she hsa held ts
lengthy correspondence with the Comet of
Charles the Fifth, and convinced that erratic
individual of the impropriety of settling the
world on lire, as such a catastrophe would
materially interfere with New England eti
terprises, and in , V do nee fiber adviei
the before inenti - i< - d Comet i* peacefully • n
gaged in aMonidiing a group of star-gazer*
somewhere on the outskirts of crcal'on—arid
after she Ita* transformed the leopard's spots
into a solid gr< und of “ loyal” blue, —and
has “ transmogrified'’ a Mack skin into a
white one, or a white skin into a black one,
or has mingled the two in a composition ot
beautiful “ bcticernity which is about the
same thing, she expects to Correct the dip of
the magnetic needle, and designs to convince
the jKj'ar star and the loadstone that New
England propriety will no longer allow of
magnetic variations! Wonderful woman !
let her continue to roam with old Rornulu*
—sank with old Socrates —rip with old
Euripides—and can' r with old < anthariJes '
Manifest destiny brought the miracle among
us, and nothing hut the tightening of pbi.-
anthropic purse-strings, or the bankruptcy
of the Frecdmcn’s exchequer shall ever de
prive us of the light of her solemn rounte
nance !
And now, my fair countrywomen, ‘ ogive
me that I havo left so little space to devob
to ).,u. ratu wouM I «peak or rartilou a
follies, and warn you of the coriscquonct
that must ensue from unto idled mimicry and
extravagance, which threaten to overthrow
the very groundwork of society. But whore
shall 1 begin ? Time u as, when modest wo
uMuhood knew how to blush--when rosy dim
ples sat upon her face ifeven an inch of spotless
white peeped out from beneath an offending
dress—butnow, New England manners have
taught you that the uRz/cr-drcss was made to
wear on top! Time tens, that a well turned
ancle knew ita place, and kept it—when even
the ino-t faultless gaiter-boot never ventured,
unless iiy accident, to show ita beauty to
the curious eye—hut now—false—genius of
Emerson, help me—false juveniles of the. ho
vine genus —false amplijicntions of the fleshy
prolube ranees that ti- midway between the axis
ofgeniijtiriion and the pedal terminations of
the. human anatomy —false— calves ! the icuvd
must come, for the thing is manufactured,
bought, sold, worn, elevated, and laughed at
by old and young from Maine to Texas ! ()
lempora ! O Mon s ! \\ ho does not know that
“Great Expectations" will be formed when
such a leg-1 see is written on the faee of the
side-walk lounger in our thoroughfares 7
Who can wonder that in (lie most populous
region of this once happy country, woman
has well nigh utterly lost her influence for
geo d, and thaf her name is nuW the icst of
scurrilous witling*, and a synonym for all
obscenity and vice? Go read the result of
fashion’s phrenzy in the great metropolis
of tins nation —read it iii the faces of sixty
thousand abandoned females who nightly
walk the crowded streets, piteously imploring
a mor el of bread le save them from starva
tion—read it in the ten thousand aanioles?
graves that yearly swallow up their tribute*
purchased by woman's debauchery and crime
—read it in the sentiment which ia now
more frequently in the mouths of old and
young than any tenet ol the Gospel, the
seutiincnt accredited by every thing that
strikes the eye, or reaches the ear in that
region, that every woman has her price!—
read it in the bold, unblushing face; the
harsh, masculine voice; the pert, mannish
walk ; the untjuailing, guettioning ere ; the
studied, and artistic gesture of’ lascivious
wantonness, which meet you at every turn
—and tell me, daughters of this sunny land,
are you ambitious of such honors'' Would
you be flattered by such degradation ?
Would you be pleased to fill a station, in
comparison with which the Moslem’s seraglio
is a I’aradise ? i)o you pant for glories
to be won by the loss of everything loltjt
noble, pure and good? Would you like
to pluck tho flowers that are grown upou
the grave of virtue ? Would you like to
breathe an atmosphere tainted with pollu
tion ? Would you like to have your pre
sence shunned, your society scouted, your
very names a source of loathing and con
fetti so—if this picture charms you—
tbliow the lead of New England customs,
and a twelvemonth more will place you on
the pinnacle of shame 1 I'ublish your ieten
tions in the oscillations of the tilling hoop—
j hang out the sign in the unmistakeable char
i actcrs of inventions ‘f t to come —lift up vour
j voices in the highway, and say to virtue, to
* ’■edigion, and to heaven: farewell, forever
! farewell 1
I Hut it ye value the memory of jour saint -
!°d mothers; if yc prize the inestimable
| dowry wh:eh is the due of your innocent
1 daughter?, leave. *c pray y >u, the Apora
• • ojtCLe DtP on -f OMt PAO*
