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VOL. I.
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03* Letters, on business, either to the Publisher or
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COTTON GINS.
THE subscribers having taken the shap at the cor
ner of Fourth and Walnut-streets nearly oppo
site the new Presbyterian Church, olfcr their services
o their friends and the public, in the manufacture of
CittonGins, Sash Doors, Blinds, Failing for Grave Fen
ces, See- Turning done in all its varities; all of which
will be done in the neatest manner, and at the shorc3t
notice. BEDSTEADS, in abundance, for sale low.
They will make a few Cotton Gins with cast-steel
saws ; also German steel and Iron saws, with steel
breasts, which will be ready for the next crop —and
which they will warrant, in point of workmanship, ma
terials and performance, equal if not superior to any
ever made in Georgia. All orders punctually attended
to, and Gins sent to any part of the State on reasonable
terms. Planters wishing to purchase will do well to
give us a call.
They have also in their employment a first rate Black
Smith, who will attend to any kind of Iron work which
may be offered them, either from town or country cus
tomers. A. D. &, I. F. BROWN.
Macon, February 17 fi’nc
DISSOLUTION.
fIIHE fefn heretofore existing between Wagnon &.
X Vaughan is this day dissolved, by mutual consent.
All debts due the firm will be paid to George P. Wag
non, and all against it will be presented to him, who is
dulv authorized to settle the same.-
March 10 90;f
( < SU7RGE P. WAGNON will continue the Dry
* Goods and Grocery business, at the stand for
merly occupied by Wagnon Vaughan, and solicits
the patronage heretofore extended to them.
March 10 20tf
DURING my absence from the State, William E.
Boren will act as my authorized agent.
GEORGE P. WAGNON.
March 10 20 p
NOTICE.
VLL debts due the subscriber must be paid ere the
first of May, of they will be placed in the hands of
an officer for collection without discrimination.
EDMUND RUSSELL.
March 10 20u
DANCING SCHOOL.
RN. MOUNT respectfully announces to the La
• dies and Gentlemen of Macon, and its vicinity,
that he will open a Dancing School on Tuesday-, the
27th instant, at the Central Hotel. Days of tuition,
Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, from 4 o'clock, r.
m. for Ladies, and from 7 to 9 in the evening, for Gen
tlemen. Terms ft 10 for 24 lessons.
List left at the Book Store of Messrs. Griffin & Purse,
and at the Central Hotel.
February 24 IStf
O. 11. LOOMIS, Portrait Painter,
RESPECTFULLY invites the people of Macon,
and its vicinity, to call at his room,. over Messrs.
Rea & Cotton’s, Commerce-Row-, and examine his
specimens and judge of their merit for themselves.—
Unless his Likenesses are satisfactory no person is ex
pected to receive them.
February 24 17tf
CITY LICENSES.
| iEitSONS wishing any description of Licenses, can
-*• obtain the same by application to me, at the Post-
Office. JESSE L. OWEN, Clerk Council.
January 27 14
NOTICE.
ALL persons having accounts against the firm of
Cook &. Cowi.es, and J. Cowles, are requested to
present them at the Counting Room of the subscriber.
January 27 14tf J. COWLES.
~ DISSOLUTION.
f BUIE co-partrtership heretofore existing between the
X subsenb* rs, under the firm of Dickinson & Ware
was dissolved on the 30th ultimo,- by mutual consent;
and Mr. T. Dickinson is duly authorized to receive, all
debts due the concern, and adjust all claims against the
same. Mr. T. Dickinson is authorized to use the name
of said firm in adjusting the business of the concern.
TIMOTHY DICKINSO6I.
„ E. AUGUSTUS WARP.
February 3 I ' i
1 Notice—Copartnership.
MIE subscriber having associated with hi..., Allen
L. Luce, they will transact business under the
name, style and firm of Wm. B. Johnston & Cos.
, WM. B. JOHNSTON.
. Macon, January 1,1838. 13tf
NOTICE.
A LL persons indebted to the subscriber, either by note
or open account, are very respectfully invited to
call and settle the same. WM. B. JOHNSTON.
January 20 13tf
NOTICE.
"X?HE partnership that has been under the name< I
X Horace Fitch in this city, and Lewis Fitch &C ( .
New-Haven, Conn, w ill be dissolved by its own limits*
tion on the first of January. Asa new arrangemert
will be made in the business, all persons indebted toll,
will please make an early settlement.
LEWIS FITCH,
HORACE FITCH
December 30 . . ,
NOTICE.
A hi. persons indebted to the estate of J. T.Lewellen,
•♦"*- deceased, are requested to make immediate pay
ment; and all claims against the estate must be handed
'n, in time, and according to the forms of law, or they
will be barred payment. E. RUSSELL,
March 10 20tf Administrator.
POTASH, just received and for sale by
J. H. & W. S. ELLIS. Cotton-Avenue.
March W 30
Georgia Insurance and Trust Company.
CAPITAL ONE MILLION DOLLARS ALL PAID IN.
mHIS company continues to insure dwelling houses.
X stores merchandise, cotton in ware-houses, and
urniturc, against loss by fire—and takes inland and ma
rine risks on terms as favorable as other responsible in
stitutions. Claims for losses are sett'ed with promptness
and liberality. Apply to C. DAY, Agent.
December 9 6m7
ICE HOUSE.
TR’HE citizens of Macon, and vicinity, are informed
-X that Ice can be had at all times for Families, by
application at the Bar of the Central Hotel for tickets. —
No Spirituous Liquors of any description will be kept
at the Ice House. Persons from a distance may obtain
it in large quantises by application cither at the Cen
tral Hotel, or at the Ice House.
{fcj* ICE-CREAMS will be kept at all times at the
Ice House, for the accommodation of Ladies and Gen
tlemen. The place will be conveniently fitted up for
pleasure and retirement. H. R. WARD
JAMES LEWIS.
March 17 . 21
NOTICE.
I FOREWARN all persons from paying any notes
or accounts due the late linn of Munson &. Malden
to any person but myself; also from trading with any
person for any of the said notes or accounts. The
Books and other effects must have been left by Mr.
Munson in the care of some person in this place
ever has them will please hand them to me without
further delay. CALEB MALDEN, Jr.
March 24 22p
NOTICE.
STOLEN from the subscriber’# camp, five miles from
this place, at John Daley’s ■ about the first of Feb
ruary last, a very iin-> small RIFLE, double triggers,
flint lock, and draw loops with stiver tips ; the stock a
little shivered near the look ; she run about 114 balls to
the pound. Any information respecting said Rifle will
be thankfully received and liberally rewarded by the
subscriber, living in the fifteenth, formerly Houston now
Macon county.- JOHN AIKINS.
March 24 22u
_P OETRY .
From the American Monthly Magazine.
PAST DAYS.
BY T. II . HOWARD.
Upon the hills
’Tis night—and summer’s many voices ring
No more as wont —save the delighted riils
And the pure fountains, whose sw-eei music fills
With murmuring
The valley—and pervades the air
Like the hushed tones of prayer.
Comeback,,oh! come,
Spirit of childhood ! —let the merry streams
Where I have wandered, and whose joyou3 hum
Lingers when nature’s voices else are dumb,
Recall the dreams
Os that ble3t season—and the old-time places
And familiar faces.
That time is dead,—
Gone to the homes of the departed—there
Iu that low valley, I behold the shed
My father and ray mother tenanted —
But tell me,- where
Are their fond voices—and the loving eyes
I early learned to prize ?
And where is she,
So lovely in her youth ? a fair
Bright sunbeam on life’s frozen sea !
So sond —so beautiful —all, can it be
That she is gone ?—Despair,
Comes o’er my heart like an unholy blight,
This lone and solemn night.
How sweet ye grew—
Oh, Boyhood’s days! in your unshadowed hours,
Dazzling the vision with bright hopes that flew
Around, and w inged joys for ever new-,
Lifting the flowers,
And scattering their fresh petals, one by one,
To wither in the sun.
But ah ! farewell;
Gone are the golden treasures of old times,—
Gone the sweet music from its native shell, —
For the loved beings now no longer dwell
Amidst the chimes,
Which they accustomed were to love and hear,
In many a buried year.
the HOME OF THE FARMER.
Still let me live among the hills,
The rock3, the trees, the flow-ers,
Where I have passed my earliest years,
My childhood’s happiest hours.
How oft beneath an aged oak,
Near by my father’s dwelling,
Have I reposed with kindred youth,
Some playful story telling.
The birds above would plume their wings
And raise their happy voices ;
O sure ’tis a pleasant place,
Where every thing rejoices. •
Surrounded by the friends I love,
And free from every fetter,
I am an independent man,
And wish for nothing better.
My little children round me sport,
So blooming, bright and healthy,
I often think that nature’s gifts,
Hath made me very wealthy.
My wife is-all that she should be,
Kind, gentle, prepossessing ;
I’m sure if ever man was blest,
Mine is the greatest blessing. B M. C.
MACON, (Ga.) SATURDAY MORNING, MARCH 31, 1833.
A GEM OF OLD ENGLISH POETRY-
Shall I, wasting in despair,
Die because another’s fair ?
Or make pale my cheeks with care,
’Cause another’s rosy are ?
Be she fairer than the day.
Or the flowery meads in May,
If she be not so to me,'
What care I how fair she be ?
Should my heart be griev’d or pin’d
’Cause I see a woman kind,
Or a well-disposed nature,
Joined with a lovely feature 7
Be she meeker-kinder than
Turtle dove or pelican,
If she be not so to me,
What care I how kind she be 7
Shall a woman’s virtue move
Me to perish for her love ;
Os her Well-deservings known.
Make rhe quite forget my own ?
Be she with that goodness blest,
If she be not so to me,
What care I how good she be s
’Cause her fortune seems too high,
Shall I play the fool and die?
Those that bear a noble mind,
Where they want of riches find, .
Think what with them they would do,
That without them dare to woo ;
And, unless that mind I see,
What care I though great she be ?
Great or good, or kind or fair,
I will ne’er the more despair ;>
If she love me, this believe,
I will die ere she shall grieve;
If she slight me when I woo,
I can scorn and let her go;
For if she be not for me,
What care I for whom she be ?
MISCELLANEOUS.
From the New-York Mirror.
TIhV Perplexities of Authors.
BY MISS LANDON.
It was one of those bright days in spring,
which arc very spendthrifts of sunshine, when
the darkest alley in London wins a golden
glimpse, and the eternal mist around St. Paul’s
turns to a glittering haze : but the young man
who was hurrying along some of the crowded
streets, seemed insensible of the genial atmos
phere : he would have been equally insensible
of the reverse.
Walter Maynard, for he was the hurried
walker, appeared much changed; he was thin
and pale, and his cheek h;vl that worn look
which tells of bodily suffering. His dress was
shabby, and arranged with little of his former
attention to appearance : the eyes were larger
and darker than of old, while there was an un
natural lustre, which bespoke both mental and
physical fever. As he passed along, nothing
seemed to catch his glance. lie hurried on ;
and yet‘ more than once, he came almost to a
full stop, as if reluctant, although impatient.
It was with slow and languid steps that, at
last, he entered a book-seller’s shop : he gave
in his name, and the young man, behind the
counter, very civilly asked him to wait. lie
sal down, and mechanically turned over some
volumes that lav beside him; but their contents
swam before him. The lover may tremble
while waiting for the mistress on whose lip
hangs the heart’s doom, hut I doubt whether
he feels equal anxiety with the young author
waiting the fiat of his publisher. One figure
after another emerged from the room behind,
and at each step Walter Maynard felt a cold
shudder steal over him ; and then he started
and colored, lest his agitation should have been
observed ; but the shop-boy was too used to
such scenes to heed them. lie never looked
al the white lip, tremulous with hope, which
was rather fear ; he noticed not the drops that
started on the forehead; what little attention
he could spare from his business was given to
the window ; there, at least, he had the satis
faction of seeing the people passing. At last
Walter Maynard’s turn came : he entered a
low, dark back-parlor, whose close and murky
atmosphere seemed ominous : a little man was
seated on a very high stool, writing at ads
fore him.
“ TakG a scat, Mr. Maynard,” said he, in a
low, mysterious whisper, as if the fate of nations
depended on not being overheard. He went on
writing, and Walter took his seat, glad of even
a momentary respite.
Curl was of a very small stature, with good,
but restless features, and a singularly decided
mouth. He might have sat for a personifica
tion of fear: if he moved he seemed rather
afraid of his own shadow following him too
closely ; if he laughed, he soon checked him
self, quite alarmed at the sound. He began a
conversation at your elbow ; but, before it was
finished, he had gradually hacked his chair to
the other end of the room. He always con
trived to sit next the door, to which he paid
more attention than to his hearer; his eyes
a* oa;.jisraiaii££iai3 and ipaameaaiaia
always wandering to it as if he meditated an
escape, and yet this man was the most auda
cious libeller of his time. Reputation, feel
ings, or even chastisement, were as nothing in
the balance weighed against his interest; life
was to him only a long sum ; his ledger was
his Bible, arid his religion, profit. At last lie
descended from his stool, and drew a chair to
ward Walter.- Dividing his looks between him
and the door, he began :
“ I have been looking at your pamphlet, and
showing it, hut I mention no names. 1 don’t
see the use of names, for my part, unless it
be to put in asterisks. It is—yes—very, in
deed.”
“ What!” exclaimed Walter.
“ Yes, extremely so,” replied Curl.
“ You think it, then, clever,” returned the
anxious listener.
“Why, my good young friend,” exclaimed
the publisher, glancing suspiciously at the door,
“you would not have me tell an author to his
face that his works were not clever ? You are
too irritable a race for that!”
“But do you think that it will suit you]”
asked Maynard.
“ Why, no—no —yes, perhaps; but we
must talk a little about it. You reason too
much ; all young people are so fond of rea
sons, as if reasons were of any use.”
“ Why,” cried his companion, “ mine is a dis<-
passionatc appeal to the reason of the public :
my object is to convince.”
“As if you ever convinced people by rea
son !”
“ But I feel it is a duty I owe to the public,”
said the author.
“ Good heaven! oh, heaven ! Why, my
dear sir, what duty do you owe to the public?
The only duty you owe is to me, your publish
cr ! It is your duty to write what will sell, and
I tell you reasons are unmarketable commodi
ties'.”
“ What would you have me to do ?” sighed
Maynard, in a desponding tone.
“ Why, pepper and salt your reasons !” cri
ed Curl, forgetfing to look at the door for a
moment: “ your pamphlet ha.s talent; but tal
ent is like a cucumber, nothing without the
dressing. You must he more personal.”
“ I detest personalities,” said Walter.
“And I detest nonsense,” said the other:
“ and I also detest works that won’t sell. You
inaan to nrmko scribbling your bueinooe ?”
“ I am,” replied our young poet, “ anxious
to devote my feeble services to the cause of
literature.”
“ Avery well turned sentence,” said the
bookseller: “I don’t, myself, dislike a fine
phrase now and then; hut fine words, like fine
clothes, don’t do to -wear evciy day: you
would soon find yourself without any to wear.”
“ Very true,” thought Maynard, glancing
unconciously at his own threadbare apparel.
“Now, my dear young friend,” continued
the bookseller, “ you seem fond of reason;
let me talk a little reason to you. Here, take
your pamphlet again : there is good material
in it, but it requires the making up. Leave
out some of your arguments, and throw in a
few sentiments —something about free-born
Britons and wooden shoes ! Englishmen like
to have a few sentiments ready- for after-dinner
use, in case of a speech. You must, also, add
a dozen or so sarcasms, and say a little more
übout hribary and corruption.”
Walter took up his manuscript with an em
barrised and mollified air. He had written
with-aii ths enthusiasm of a patriot of one-and
twenty, who believes,and who hopes; sudden
ly, his high profession of faith, his earnest ap
peal to the noblest principles, was changed in.
to a mere question of bussiness. Moreover,
in his secret soul he despised the plan propos
ed ; hut what could he do ? his forlorn garret
rose visibly before him, he could not even pay
his rent for the coming week. It was the first
conflict between the expedient and the ideal.
For yie first time a hitter sense of how little
consequence his speculative opinions could pos
sibly he, rushed across him, and he held his
papers with a hesitating grasp. Curl’s quick
eye caught the struggle which he yet affected
not to notice.
“ I must have the pamphlet by the day after
to-morrow,” said he, as if considering the af
fair altogether settled ; “ and to show you that
I have a good hope of its success, here—here
are ten guineas for you !” and he counted the
money- out upon the table.
There was something in the ring of the
coin that jarred upon Walter’s ear; he was
ashamed of being paid—a false shame, and
yet how natural to one both proud and sensi
tivc!
“ Time enough,” said he, “ to pay me when
my work is done.”
“ No, no !” interrupted Curl, “ it will encour
age you as a beginner. If you were an old
hand at this sort of work, I could not trust you;
you would spend the money-, and 1 should see
you and your pamphlet no more; but you
young ones are so eager to see yourselves in
print!”
“In print!” there was a charm in that
p! irase that decided Walter. He took up the
papers, and assured Curl that he should have
sentiment and sarcasm enough by the follow*
iim night.
t? O
Walter again pursued his way, lost in d?
very mixed reverie; sometimes writhing un
der an idea of degradation, in thus making a
t rude of his talents; and then, again, some
wliat consoled by the pride of art; for how
many felicituous and stinging epigrams arose
in his mind ! “It is,” thought he,“ a political
warfare that I am carrying on, and ridicule i»
as good a weapon as any other.”
Lost in meditated satire, he arrived at they
sliopofMr. Lintot. It was larger, cleaneiv
and lighter, than the one that he had just left,
and a strong smell of roast meat came front
the regions below. lie was not kept waiting
an instant. “Mr. Lintot is expecting you,
said the shop-boy, who looked just fresh front
the country ; and he was shown inter his room.-
It was wonderfully airy for that part of the'
town; and two nicely'-clean windows* with?
flower-pots on the sill, looked into a garden z
at one of these was seated Mr. Lintot. Like*
all cocknoy-s, he had rural tastes s and he al-*
ways intended, when he had made a certain
sinn, that he would buy a small farm and live*
•n the country.
Mr. Lintot was a large and rather good-"
looking mon—what would be called comforta-*
bio-looking, in his appearance. lie had af
large arm-chair, and his very substantial rai
ment did not appear at all likely to inconven
ience him by any restraining tightness. He
oliviously liked being at his ease : as to mean
in s', his face had as little as a face could posi
tively have. It was not till animated by some
and iscussion, based upon the niultipfication-fable,
that you saw how keen and shrewd those large,
dull, grey ey-es, could ’become. His welcome 1
to his visitor was more than friendly—it was
paternal: he shook him by both hands, and
aisked him so anxiously how the air of Lon
don agreed with him.
♦'Terrible fog, sir ! terrible fog ! You did
not write your pastoral poems here ? Very
pretty they are; I wish every body- had my
taste for green fields and sheep : poetry would
£,«I1 then!”
“ One portion of my Volume, at all events,*
finds favor with you,” said Walter, very much?
encouraged by lift reception.
♦ The whole, sir, the whole! It is a charm-*
in volume : the love-verses, too —pity that
people don’t care about love; nobody’s in lovo :
now-a-days!”
“ But what do you say to the satires ?” ask-*
ed the author, not quite so elated.
“ Dangerous things, sir—dangerous things!”
exclaimed Mr. Lintot, drawing a deep breath
of air from the open window ; “do you know,
sir. Curl published a lampoon oil Lord Ilervy
the other day*, who said that he would havo*
horsewhipped him if h<S could have found his
way into the city. Only think, sir, of horse
wflipping a publisher!” and Mr. Lintot grow*
pule with excess of horror.
“To think of only horsewhipping one,”
muttered Walter to himself; and then added
aloud, “but there is nothing personal 'in my
satire.”
“Somuch the worse !” exclaimed Mr. Lin-"
tot : “ what is the use of denouncing a vice ?
denounce the individual! What woman thanks
you for a compliment addressed to the sex in*
general? No, no; pay one to herself ! And
the same with sneers; always take care that
yonr sneer suits some well-known individual;
all his friends will have such pleasure in ftpply
in«g it; and you know, sir, our object is to
give as much satisfaction as we can to the pub--
iic.”
“And now, do you think,” asked Walter,’
“that the volume I left with you is likely to
give satisfaction ?”
“It is a charming book—very charming
book! and I see that you are a clever young
man. You were punctual to your appoint
ment : punctuality is the first of virtues, and
a sign of pretty behaviour in a young man. I
so rsee that you will succeed!”
“ But about my volume of poems ?” inter--
rujr ted the author.
“ Why, sir, it is hard to say,” replied the
cautious publisher : “ poetry is not worth much
at present; indeed, I never heard that it was.
I lomer begged his bread : you will excuse my
little joke!”
“lam to understand, then,” replied May.*
nard, “that it does not suit you?”
“ Never draw a hasty conclusion,” answer
ed Air. Lintot; “I mean to do mv best for
you!”
“Do you mean to publish mv poems ’’’cri
ed "Walter.
“ Why, you see, sir, the times are bad, and
I am no speculator. I have a wife and fhtnily ;
I and a man with a-wife and family must bejiW,
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