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SOUTHERN HERALD. PUBLISHED BYFit Y MORNING BT p. HT. Martin tfc Cos., uFTTCT lirniM HASU-'i UVILDUUi. LAttl r,:l>r. HILL ST. Katri of Subacnplion. On? copy oue year s.l 00 One«opy six months, 2 00 One copy three months, 1 00 jjp Orders for JOB WORK and ADVEKTIS- respectfully solicited, and promptly attended to. 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 SOUTHERN HERALD. 111 I). \, MARTIX & CO. 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 MIL. 1. ML SO. 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 SOVTUF.K.X HERALV. tillj- Li M-MOITIM'* *>l* One Copy OM *”*!*» Omi ts at " » 100 On* copy three mcatb*. is. itnr.it is a: ./'** \ •- ■ er. l ' j paid for if not pre-.ic ■•■ J renew'd- I Advertteemerta ioeerted at th' of < »n« ■ Dollar an 4 fit % t>»t» per square of Tea Lae*, fi r ' the first i»*erti >n, e. 1 t-v.ntv five teat, fa: rarh Mibeequei.! m*'*' 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*