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VOL. I. THE Is published in the city of Macon every Saturday Morning, at two dollars in advance, three Dollars at the end of the year— one dollar and fifty cents |br six months ; and mailed to country subscribers by Ihe earliest mails,- enveloped by good strong w rappers, with legible directions. SCr No subscription received fur a less period than six months —and no paper discon tinued, until all arrears are paid. Advertisements will be inserted at the usual rates of advertising, with a reasonable deduction to yearly ad vertisers. lidigwiis,- llarriage and Obituary Natives inserted free of charge.- {£r Any person forwarding a t£n dollar bill, (post paid,) shall receive six copifcs, for one year, to be sent to differeut persons, as directed. 03* Letters, on business, either to the Publisher or Editor, must come post paid to insure attention. 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, NO. 23.