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For the Southern Poet. Detached Letters of a Correspondence, COMPRISING A TALE. Sister Eva —According to my agreement with you, I have let no opportunity elapse without giving you in timation of my abiding place in the far west. You will acquit me of neglect, I am certain, after the many preceding letters which have reached you before this time. Being, as you know, Surgeon under Col. Dodge, I feel i little more importance wrapping itself around me, particularly as there is no opposition in my profes sional line, to ferret out my malpractice or ignorance, in dropping pills into the throats of the United States 1 Dragoons. And on account of this exclusive privilege, and great honor, I am quite ready, at all times, to pub lish to every body itroltT Virginia, and yourself in par ticular, the whereabout of that great man, Surgeon De lon, of the U. S. Regiment Dragoons. Now, if you expect me to date my letters to you front cities or towns, you show at once that you will never be noiorious"for your knowledge of statistics and geography ; but a se cond thought will tell you that the far west is resting as silent, and in as death-like stillness of forest, as it did when the waters of the great deluge had just subsided. Since we left Fort Gibson we have been marching, day after day, through the deep forest, and the hunter’s ca bin has gradually become rarer, as we progressed, un til we have passed the “ ultima thule” of civilization and entered into the vast dogiain of those children of the forest, the wild untutored Indian. Our regiment of Dragoons are, you know, despatched by the Govern ment to conquer and treat these Calmucks of the new world, into respect for our laws and policy, and into dread of committing depredations on those of their kind, who have already come under the yoke. But to analyze our regiment: VVliat a strange commingling of character does it present! Some are among us, who have lived as wild, lawless, and as rude barbarians, as those they have come to conquer, and others with the wild enthusiasm of youth, have dashed from the gay and brilliant saloon of fashion, thirsting for adventure and daring deed, and make the wilderness echo to the song and shout, as if care and trouble were struck from the list of human categories. The few first days of our march were overloaded with buoyant spirits, and as some lively joke raised the merry laugh, platoon after platoon caught the sympathetic glow, and the long line, as it went from one to another, made the woods re. sound in compliment. But this mirthful tnood became less active, the farther we receded from the busy hum of men, and occasionally, one or another of the gay revellers would turn to look behind and indulge in the reminiscence of the world he had left. Night after night we have planted our white tent in the wilderness, and caught not even the figure of the skulking Indian stealing from the strange and mysterious sight. When one passes beyond the piquetle, and looks at the bold and dauntless faces, that stand around the fires, and hears no sound, save the bustle of the camp, he feels a strange bewilderment stealing over him. We are now beyond the limits of those tribes who are subject to us, and on that ground which seems to be unclaimed by either them or their predatory neigh bors. Neither will occupy it permanently, because nei fhe'- can in safety : for. one day will see a small party overpowered and destroyed, and the next will send a host to reak vengeance on the destroyers; so we are “monarchs of all we survey,” in this solitude. Not a small share of my good spirits is created by the odd compound of the saint and savage “ cutcijess” and cunning of the strange fellow 1 took up at Fort Gibson, for my groom and body guard. Such a ming ling of sense nnd stupidity, good nature and “deviltry,’’ as Katy Haines says, is rarely met with in the same in dividual. You know I promised you, Eva, to gather up the botanical riches of this unexplored region, and make you famous in “ Old Virginy,” for your exotic i possessions. I have kept you in mind, as I always j shall in every thing, and I .*hall despatch a package to you, by our express to Fort Gibson, from which place an agent of the Government will depart for the Capi tol, bearing such intelligence as our commander shall forward, and in due time, I hope this letter will accom pany them. ‘‘My man Friday,” I suppose, has as little idea of physic or anatomy as his own horse, but he is skilled in all the lore of the woodsman, and if a solita ry star twinkles, we had as well try to destroy the mag net, as to loose him. He is my “ man of all work,” ; and plunders the forest of its flowers for your benefit; his conceptions of the comparative beauty of each, and sage disquisitions, are really laughable. Many a time, after the absence of an hour or two from our line of march, have the dragoons raised a merry laugh at his expense, as he came charging up upon his little mus tang, loaded with flowers, looking neither to right or left, until his military exactness delivered them to me in person. After that duty done and performed, he is ready for repartee or sally, joke or jibe, and his great advantage lies in this, that his simplicity and adroitness are so much alike, that his opponents can never tel! which side is most laughed at by the hearers. Camp politeness plastered the title of “ Doctor,” to his back as soon as I promoted him, and he entirely lost his pa tronymic, “Patten.” “WMU, Doctor,” said one of the dragoons, “have you got more sallet for your master ?” “ Them’s nice beautonical flowers, Mr. Hotsetail— some folks never learn at all, by travelin —drat if they aint so green always—question if they wernt born in a salad patch.” “ Where you born, Doctor ?” “ I never axt mama, but I recken I warnt born on a neighbor's sheep skin, as some folks is, ns I hearn of.” “Go it my doctor —go it old horse,” says half a do zen, as they roared aloud at the assailant—after some time suffering under the joke, the dragoon, not willing to submit tamely as long as he could muster an idea, made a fresh foray upon my staff officer. “ I give you the corn, Doctor, this time; but ax your mama, next time you find her ” “ I tell you, sargent; she aint as hard to find assome people’s daddy.” The “ Doctor” has become quite a favorite among the dragoons, and not a little dreaded ; and they rarely can prevail on one, single-handed, to encounter wits with him. But in lieu of the intellectual warfare, prac tical jokes are played off on him, and having such a multitude to contend against, the Doctor suffers not a little. Our whole camp was in a perfect uproar and confusion, one morning, by one of these mishaps, which resulted in a punishment almost as laughable. About mess-time, one of the dragoons had stolen off slyly, a hundred yards or so, to where the Doctor’s po ney Seas tied, and attached a tin bucket to his tail.— The poney was perfectly unsuspicious ns to what de sign the dragoon had in paying so much attention to that ornament, but was brought to active thought, when his sword hilt knocked the bottom of it three or four! times, and whisking round and backing his cars, kick ed up, and commenced a regular tatoo upon the new fashioned drum. He was vastly frighted at this ap-! pendage, and broke loose and started with head high up and wnving from side to side, rolling his eyes back ward to catch an explanation for its tenacious hold. In this array, he came thundering among our eatables, leaping like a wild bull of Bashan. The dismounted dragoons, run helter skelter to their tents, to keep him from running over them —some hollowing wo! wo! and others tugging up sapling?, lie darted for the largest crowd of horses, and then commenced a regular buffalo rush of steeds in every direction. Not a little time waa consumed in collecting our horses, but we eventually succeeded, and had even the Doctor's poney soberly into ranks again. The dragoons gored the Doctor sorely upon the fteetness of his horse, and gave him the aoubriquet of “ the tin pedlar.” The per petrator of the joke was seduced by the applause be stowed upon it, to avow the art, with a great deal of aatisfaction at his own ini|>ortance. The Doctor remained moody, but very passive, for a day or two, in which time we were entering the small prairies, which verge those vast illimitable pampas, where the wild herds ranee unmolested by the sound of fire-arms. In one of these small prairies, of a mile or so in breadth, the Doctor appeared to have a very sudden respect or attachment for his annoyer, and ri ding by his side, commenced a very quiet colloquy.— He always carried a “lasso” around the pummel of his Spanish saddle, and with perfect address and adept ness, dashed the loop over the head and encircled the waist of the dragoon, in an instant. He rowelled his spurs into the flanks of “ Tin Pedlar,” and off, head foremost, came the aggressor. The dragoon seized hold of the long prairie grass with a powerful grasp, and then commenced the tug of war. Tin Pedlar put forth his strength, and the dragoon was drawn along with his hands full of grass. Dropping that bunch, he seized hold again and again, which yielded as before, and thus at every time the grass drew up, Tin Pedlar rejoiced his spirit in one or two good drags, by which time the dragoon became “fastened to the willows” a gain. As there was no great danger apparent, our companions became tumultuous with mirth. One par ty huzzaing for the poney, and the other for the dra goon. After torturing the poor fellow for a hundred yards or so, the Doctor released him ; but the fellow was so hostile that he cut the lasso into fragments, vow ing ten-fold vengeance on the Doctor. On the evening of the same day, we saw one or two Indians on horse-back, at a distance. I could not paint to you the picture of amazement they presented. They looked stupified for a moment, their long hair hanging down and their shaggy horses raising their heads and snuffing up the wind, appeared tremulous with fear. — Gazing for a few moments, as we approached, to catch some idea of the cavalcade, they touched their horses behind with a quick stroke of a long spear, and they wheeled, as if the most violent bit had drawn them a round, and the riders dashed, screaming into the wil derness. Day after day these Tartar-like horsemen became more numerous, but as the accident-made sen tinels had spread the intelligence, they fled with the speed of thought, never waiting longer than to form some idea of the mysterious enemy which was com ing on them. We had stopped our tents early on the Southern verge of a large prairie, an hour or two by sun, and looking to the Northwest, the azure hue of the boundless ocean could alone convey to your mind the vastness of the waste before us—not a tree sprung up as a polar star, to direct the wanderer through it. Nothing but the low and stinted grass which grows in the prairies of large size, was visible, and it looked ns death-like as the Nu bian desert. But we were camped in a kind of bay, if it can be so called, a mile or two across, which the prairie made, by running into the forest—and we could look across this bay and see the trees, as they formed a semicircular boundary to it, opposite to us, those that stood on the verge of the pampa, becoming less and less in the distance, until they formed a faint blue line, ming ling with the horizon. We were lying in groups, after the fatigue of the day, with our tents spreading their white roofs to the sinking sun, stretching our vision in to the vastness, and some perhaps swimming in the memories of home. Ah, sister! must I acknowledge that you stole me even from the sublimity of this prospect, to bear me to that dear delightful “home,” where every delicious me mory, and every brighter feeling of my heart mustever be. Eva, I sometimes think that there is nothing on earth so lovely as my own dear sister; but then you know what treason that would be to Camille. How is she ? That jolt she gave me was rather hard, sister, but—Pshhtv—l mean to forget her ! Now, I know exactly, every feature of your face, when you read that vow; so, taking for granted that you would say what is proper thereupon, I will go on with my narrative, and when you finish it, I must say that I do not know how my sister will feel or look. Now sister, bring lorth the vast conception of your fancy, and leaving me out, could you suppose that there is, or ever was, a being in this wilderness, who would claim one thought of interest in you ? Sister—l will not say that I was astonished, but ama zed, bewildered, even to stagnation of intellect, at the mystery. We were lying in groups, as I have said, running on with the current of thought, when the prai rie presented a chase which brought us into ranks, arm ed, and ready for a contest of life and death. But this was not necessary, as you will discover. Across this bay we discovered one wild denizen of the forest rush out into the prairie, with the long spear of their country moving first on one side of his horse, and then on the other, to guide him, at hazardous speed, and successive ly, five or six others. At first we could not comprehend the nature of the matter, as they seemed to act with no reference to us, but in a short time, saw that one was fleeing, and the others in close eager headlong pursuit after him. “ Dast my toe nails,” quoth my man Frida)-, “ if that aint a Cumanchee—that feller ahead —them bull-neck horses aint raised on this grass, Mr. Surgeon ! Them Injins gin me and the Santa Fe traders bringer once. I recken lie’s been a thievin or murderin, and them’s Paw-nee Piets atter him. They’re sulphur, on a hot trail, I tell ye. The old wolf forgot he was inside of Coffee's Station, and he's a goin ‘loose horse and straight tail,’ back again. Rush it, my old sinner! them aint terrypins atter ye.” He leaned, or rather laid flat, to the back of his horse ; every instant rapidly turning his head towards his pursu ers, to measure the distance lietw-een them. Then ri sing erect, and twisting his body round, he sped arrow after arrow, in quick succession, and sank level with his horse again, still urging him to his utmost stretch of speed. His pursuers, when he rose to send these shafts of death, sank their heads below their horses, and goad ed them onward, screaming and yelling, with the keen scent of blood in their nostrils, and watching with ea ger sight, the end of his assault, sent their whistling ar rows around the hunted victim, ns he fled ; his hair streaming to the wind, and naked body glistening to the sun. They were hurrying almost straight to us, and every leap of their wild hounding horses brought their screams of victory or defiance more appalling to eur ears. These assaults had been repeated twice or thrice, when one of the pursuers dropped his spear and reach ed from his back a long carabine, and was catching a range upon the poor victim, but the leaping of his horse made it difficult, and he hud the breech to his face se veral minutes before he fired. The pale blue smoke rose up, first from the pan, and then a thick volume from the muzzle, and the heavy report came rolling in the air, to our ears. The hunted victim dropped his spear, and reaching from his shoulder a bundle of ar rows, dashed them into the sides of his horse, to goad him on faster—every instant his hand rose up, digging the pointed heads into him faster and faster, and seem- j ed to look for no hope of life but in speed. Our band raised up the wide mouth trumpet, and waked Us the sleeping echo, (and “ well I ween," so glad a sound ne-: ver broke on nlbrtal ear before.) Several blasts were 1 made, ere it struck the ears of these wild hunters, and ! at a sound so strange, they raised their heads one after another—still urging onward, but looking on every side j for the cause of the mysterious sound. - The victim of pursuit first caught a quick harrowing sight of an unknown enemy, as he supposed, and be- | gan to turn in wild desperation or dismay, to look for some otfier hope, and turning to his pursuers, discover-' ed that they were as much confounded. Gradually easing from their speed, pursuer and pursued stopiied in amazement, for a moment, hut the next, he rualird through the piquett's line, as ignorant of the huge pistol fired at him by the sentinel, as if he bore a charmed life. | His left shoulder bore the mark of a hall, as it gashed i along tltc surface, and the blood ran unliceded, rippling I down his brawny sides, with while bubbles of foam, THE SOUTHERN POST. sliding down with it, formed by the concussion of the air, as he rushed with such headlong velocity in his flight. His nostrils swelled out, white from their ten sion, and his parted lips clung to his clenched teeth, and every muscle quivered under the horror of his situ ation. His pursuers stopt perhaps a hundred yards from us, breathing and looking at us, and then behind. Others came in their track, and rode on the wings of the wind, urging forward to the feast of blood; but dis covering their companions sitting on their horses, with fixed gaze, and seeking for some cause for it, finally settled their eyes upon our tents. They came up in yelling crowds, and formed a has ty and impatient counsel, the result of which was, that the bearer of the gun rode up to the piqettc, and asked, in good English, to be sent to the commandant. The wounded refugee was not a little amazed, when he discovered his enemy taking the same haven, and a fitful g!ance on every side, his breast heaving in com motion, as some nqw danger appeared to hang over him. His enemy was carried at once to the Colonel of the regiment, and after a few words, the officers con ducted him to the Commander’s tent. But a short time elapsed, ere the Tartar horde began to approach nearer and give signs of impatience, and loud talking and an occasional scream, intimated that they apprehended some unexpected danger to their herald. The whole party came out from the tent, and upon looking at the man, I discovered that he was a fierce, dark-looking white, and the exulting shouts of his companions, at his re-appearance, drew my attention from him. He remounted and rode off to his tawny horde, and they closed thick around him, and in a moment or two rode off and piled their spears, bows, and other amis, each dropping a belt or sash on his arms, to distinguish them. In a short time the piquets were placed at a short distance from our camp, encircling a space of an hun dred yards, and at the same time the Indians had put tedders on their horses and turned them into the open prairie. They marched into the space designated, some with “ down-cast look,” others with their black ferocious glistening eyes, catching every thing jn their range. They soon formed around their fires, and look ooked each one, as if he were in the midst of a dream, which had no coining day, to break the enchantment. But the respects of our sutler, manifested in the wel come shape of piovisions and a charge of rum, threw the electric consciousness of safety into all, and the air of the deep midnight, often bore off their shouts and screams, to people the forest with the echos. Ah, sister! as these wild yells tore me from sleep, what a train of the past, and what a prospect for the future, did it awaken. Almost in my own time have these rude creatures stood in the tides of the Atlantic, and waved their hands to the setting sun, and said “ it is mine.” And thus, driven to the setting sun, among ing them, stand their pursuers, hunting them with a “step as steady as time, and insatiate as death dri ving ihein onwards, farther and farther, with frenzied avarice, haunting their footsteps, even in the wilderness, and forever crying “give, give !” The twinlkling star* have looked down upon many an age, and tnnny a sin of man and of nations; but look into the colored page of fable, or the bloody scroll of truth, and where shall we see millions swept like these, from the earth, and the remnant of those millions standing on the limits of civilization, like sufferers on the verge of a lake, where all is buried, and where the solid earth has sunk to form it; looking into it to divine the reality and justice of such a calamity. When we read of the daik ferocious Hun, and the Sythian hordes, who shouted and screamed in the spir it of desolation, among the pillars and the temples of Rome, we w eep over the misfortune* of science and morals. But let us look far on to the future. We, as a nation, are rising like the tide of the Solway, and wealth and luxury are hoarding up the treasures of the world for us, and who can say that we shall not rear up the mighty temple, and the eolonade, where lurks the pan ther and the prowling wolf. And in the vastness of our wealth and thesplendor of science, when the peopled earth toils for us—these Huns arc to come upon us with the hidden vengeance of ages of parching their livers, and the unquenchcd thirst for blood goad ing them on, what an appalingsound to the. ears of our enfeebled race, will these shrill no'es become. Who shall say nay, when we have seen the uncouth Tartar shrieking by his midnight fire, in the garden de Tuiller ies. My very hair stands stiff, and my flesh crawls and quivers at the conception, and a cold horror creeps over me, when I think that some treacherous foul-hearted demon of our own race lends his soul and intellect, and power and wealth, to urge on these vindictive wretches to vengeance. But ah, sister Eva! I know at once you are supposing that the “ fierce dark looking white,” who was men tioned before, is a vile apostate of that description. But I must tell you, no ! I knew him w-ell for all that isnoble, daring and gen erous, but at the same time ot a fevered heart and a reckless hand, a bold, untamed, restless spirit, whose element is danger. Judge of my amazement when 1 saw him with these wild Cossacks of the West. You know him, if one being on the earth does. Still, I will say more to you of Ins history in time. You reason too much, in every thing, sister; and yet, when I see the aptness and propriety of your reflections, I would and could not condemn opinions so just. Now, what shall I say to you about Camille ’ Ah the little vixen —I mean to forget her! But don't let her get mar ried! Farewell. [TO BE CONTINUED.] For the Southern Post.. TO GERTRUD E.* BY MRS. DCLANV. Yes, hold thy hand upon my brow, It long hath burnt, as burning now ; With the anxious thoughts that lay Like land coals along life’s way. Aye, press my throbbing temples down Beneath that hand, 1 will not frown And if instead of useless care, That hand was ever pressing there. How light would be the tears I’d weep ! But what in future years w-ould be Os this dear hand, the destiny ? Will it but grasp at pleasure’s wreath, Which fades as soon as mortal breathe On its fair petals, or as now Os pallied illness bathe the brow-, Will it the cup of balm bestow On lips, when parching fevers glow ; Scatter such w reath as Heaven may give, That suffering virtue yet may live. And will it oil be raised in prayer To Him, who soothes all mortal care. Oh ! on that rock 1 feign would lay This little hand, and bid it stay. Though rugged, 'tis the rock of life, And still defies the Ocean’s strife ; And woman’s soul so frail and fair, No safety finds on earth, but there. *Her only daughter. TO GERTRUDE, AFTER HER DEATH. When last I played with mirthful bound, Her fairy footsteps danced around ; When last I sang, she sat entranced. And joy Irom her dark eves glanced. When last I told ihc twilight story. Os fairy love or deeds of glory. 'Twas she who gazed upon my face, Ah ! then each tear I told she traced. On Sabbath morn, when last we knelt. And Sabbath prayers were said and felt, Close by my side a cherub's head Was softly lisping all I said, But now, and do I live to tell, That she is dead —I loved so well, And yet live on, and feel and know, In the cold earth iliey laid her low. Yes! I with my firm grief have striven, And bowed before the God of Heaven ; And fainting in the heart s warm burst. Yet owned the blow that stunned me first. For 1 forgot the Goo wlm gave, Enraptured with the gift, to save Both souls, he took the bright one home— Secure in childhood til his own ; Wlule 1 am saved tlie soul's dread crime, Os worshipping a thing of tune OBSERVER, No. 1. Under this head we commence something new to our readers, in the form of essay writing. It will perhaps comprise much variety as to matter, and as much as to manner, so far as regards style. We think that the admission of such articles as will be placed under this head, in the succeeding No.’s of the l “ Poet,” will be found of utility to the youthful readers of our paper, if it extend not farther, and consequent ly, we feel w arranted in aiding the attempt that is pro posed to be carried on by others, by giving place to such matter. Saturday, April 13, 1839. Nihil Scriptum Miraculi C'ansa. In our daily intercourse with the world, there is noth ing which appears more remarkable to the man of thoughtful habits, than the general deficiency in obser vation which is truly characteristic of the present day. We pass by, daily and hourly, objects which, from be ing often seen, become familiar to our eyes, and we take no note of them—are scarce even conscious of their having been before our sight, and, in fact, know nothing whatever about them. When the mind is pre occupied, and the attention absorbed by matters of mo ment, it is not to be expected, it would not be proper, that we should bestow any thought upon other things ; but apart from this circumstance, I cannot but think that the careless indifference of which 1 speak is far from right or excusable. Certainly it curtails, in a very great degree, our rational pleasures, and tends to con tract the circle of our knowledge within very narrow limits. The man who is deficient in observation, or who, at least, is not in the habit of exercising it, does not taste half the pleasure in his intercourse with socie ty, does not derive half the gratification from his ordi nary amusements that he would under other circum stances. He cannot enjoy the charms of nature, for they must be obseived in order to bq enjoyed : finally, I he cannot be so useful a member of society, as the in telligent observer —for he can neither profit by the cor rect example of others, nor set before them a model for imitation in his own conduct. • In this last view,the subject is a more important one than many would, perhaps, be inclined to believe. When we speak of morals, we, of course, mean thosa rules of conduct which have been dictated by Virtue, and promulgated both by Law and Religion, which in- the avoidance of Vice and Crime, nnd the prac tice of Virtue. But there is a class of observances, which, whilst they are n >t exactly virtues, yet tend to purify out conduct, to refine our manners, and to ele ! vate our mind ; and the infringement of which, though not amounting to a crime or a vice, is yet calculated to detract from moral worth, lessen the dignity of human nature, nnd even tarnish the lustre of real virtue These 1 observances the French, who are more discriminative in all matters relating to politeness or refinement of manner, have denominated the “ smaller morals” to distinguish them from the other more important code first above-mentioned. These smaller morals fall par ticularly within the province of the critic, the satirist, and the censor of the age. An observation made in ' right spirit, and properly thrown out, wiil, sometimes, 1 correct abuses or ridiculous practices—and thus the cor i dial relations of social life may be strengthened, our deportment refined nnd ennobled, nnd our mutual in j tercourse made more in accordance with what should i be expected of rational and thinking beings. Moved by these reflections, and thinking it might not be altogether amiss to make. a» !«»«*, endeavor to improve not only ourselves but others, some friends have united with me in the project of arranging our several speculations on men, manners, nnd things, in such a way as may suit the public taste : and we shall j from time to time, lay these our lucubrations before the j readers of the “ Post.” Our plan will embrace within | its general scope, a great variety of topics—ethics, the smaller morals, history, science, literatnre and criticism; ] ji, short, any thing which may attract our observation ! and appear worthy of the notice of ourselves or our I readers. We ’ observe, however, that in thus„nndrrta king th< nk of improving and enlightening our fellow mortals, we must not be understood to set ourselves forth as superior to all other men in talent, knowledge, or wisdom; we only wish to show the way, to lead others to observe, and speculate, and to afford them an opportunity and inducement to lay such observations and speculations bafore the world. W e shall be very happy to correspond with any of our friends and read ers on such topics as may have called their attention ; and to facilitate suoh correspondence, I hereby give no tice that any communications, or parcels, addressed to “ The Observer” may be left at the Post-Office, direct ed to the “ Post,” when they shall meet with all the at tion they deserve. It might be expected that here some account would be given of the individuals composing our club—l must inform the public that the matter was under considera ! ti on at our last symposium, and has been referred for further deliberation. Perhaps in some future paper we j may introduce ourselves individually, as we now do | collectively—but for the present we prefer to remain as i we are—unknown. We are a knot of rather eccentric old fellows, various in age, person and disposition, but agreeing in this one point: we like to keep ourselves i to ourselves, to take notes and observations upon eve ' rv thing—but, at the same time, remain perfectly quiet and say nothing. If we laugh, it is in our sleeve, and offends no one. Tne experience which we have thus gathered from long observation of the world, we will endeavor to make useful to others, and that is the ob ject of our present undertaking. If we do not effect all the good we desire, it will lie for want of power, not ! want of inclination—and in this sense let us be judged. J Our object is to purify the thought, e'evale the mind, ] refine the manners. He who does this, deserves well of his race, and though he should not succeed, the en deavor alone is worthy of praise. An elegant writer ; has observed that, “ The mind that lies fallow but for a single day sprouts up In follies that arc only to be kil led Ity a constant and assiduous culture. It was said of Socrates that he brought philosophy down from hea- I ven to inhabit amongst men.” We will endeavor to bring it “ out from el,.sets and libraries, from schools and Colleges, to dwell in clubs and assemblies, at tea tables and in coffee-houses” ; and to contin le in the words of the same author, if we can in any way con tribute to the diversion or improvement of the country in which we live, we shall leave it when summoned out of it, with the satisfaction of thinking that we have not lived in vain. THE OBSERVER. P. S. To the Curious Reader : As the task of re ceiving and replying to correspondence, and of arrang ing our papers, has been imposed upon me, some may be curious to know what manner of man I am. For ; the satisfaction and contentment of all such persons, and lest they should lose themselves in a maze of con jectures, none of which could, by any possibility, come near the truth, I will, to save them much trouble and | nnxiety, give this much information. When the hour of twelve, meridian, is indicated simultaneously, by the four faces of the town clock, they may perceive some where in the neighborhood of that fine specimen of ar chitecture, yclept the market house, an elderly gentle man, not very tall, nor yet very short, moderately stout, in a dress composed of ambiguously colored unmention ables and a coat of indescribable hue, with a hat of no particular shape. That individual ia their humble servant, THE OBSERVER. KT We «re authorized to announce NA* j THAN IEL KELLS as Candidate for CIMU or THr. Inferior Court, at tire election in January next. | April 13 ‘do It For the Southern Poet. Lines written in a Lady’s Album. Sweet Caroline Come woo “ the Nine,” Thy thoughts with holy fire rqfine. And wake thy tender soul to song: Come strike thy lyre Os golden wire. To inspiration's boon aspire. And roll the mellow strains along. ’Tis spring-time now, Come plight thy vow. Then wreath thy bright and benut'ous brow With early flow’rets fresh and fair — These flow’rs combine With sweets of thrine. As incense for the Muses shine. And breathe the mingled fragrance there. On fancy’s wing Come soar and sing. And hear the thrilling pulses ring: What higher boon to mortals given ? With choicest lays Sing virtue's praise: And when life numbers all its davs, Thy soul shall strike the harp of Heav’n. # Mount Zion, April, 1839. STAFFORD. aOMtfjfPM flosit. OFFICE, ON THIRD - STREET, ONF. DOOR FROM MI'I.BERRY STREET, AND OPPOSITE THE CENTRAL HOTEL. MACON: SATURDAY. APRIL 13, 1839. ICr We would like to hear from our correspondent “Nemo” on any other subject than politics. Kr Several original articles, already in type, are crowded out, for want of room. OCT Our subscribers residing in East Macon are in formed that in future their papers will be left at the Store of Messrs. Flanders & Cook, for distribution.— Orders left with those gentlemen, either for subscrip lions or job work, will be promptly attended to by us. HOT With regard to the allusion of “ Ireneus,” in our last, to former celebrated authors, it would seem, at first view, that the name or phrase “Anon, ’ had been used as the name of a person, and that our correspon dent was under such impression, as is implied by n wri ter in this day’s paper. This, however, cannot be the fact, from this circumstance, if no other, that it is so glaring an error, and one of which ave think our correspond ent could not have been guilty. It would have been much plainer, certainly, to have expressed the conclu ding part of the sentence thus : other Anons, or other anonymous writers, this being the simple meaning or allusion ot our correspondent. After enumerating se veral distinguished authors, he thought proper to allude to those whose names were unknown to the world, thinking, as in all likelihood, that some might prefer to communicate is this manner —he very property chose one, which lias been frequently used by the most dis tinguished authors. Nothing could be easier than to fall into such an error, if error it may be called ; and then merely in the mlHe of expression; it not being sufficiently definite to suit the fastidious tastes of fault find* rs and objectors. We are well satisfied, however, that the correspondent of to-day’s paper dictated his remarks in a proper spirit, and consequently, with cheer fulness, we give them a place. The original piece of poetry, published in the Southern Post, “ ’Tis not tor me to love j thee,” was originally published in the Mirror, to whieh it was contributed by the author, arranged to the Greek air, “ When I left tliy shores, O Naxos.” We do not think our very courteous brotlier of the Post would inten tionally do us injustice, and we only mention it, in order to put him on his guard; as we have recently seen another piece, from the same gifted pen, published in his paper as original, which first saw the light through the medium of a popular northern magazine. Augusta Mirror. ‘courteous brother’ of the Mirror has very pro perly informed us that we had intruded upon his rights. It was unintentional on our part, inasmuch as the pub lication he alludes to, escaped our notice. It hav ing been sent to us in MS. form, purporting to be ori ginal, not however by the author himself, hut by a friend of his, who obtained his permission to publish several of his articles in the “ Postand this, througn some mistake, was sent with other pices that been published. In like manner with the other piece he al ludes to. ATtRIVED. April 10, Steamboat Sam Jones, from Charleston, full cargo merchandize to Wm. Fort & Cos., H. G. La mar, Jewett &. Birch, Fort, Sinclair &, Cos., Fort &. Clopton, W. A. Ross, G. Kimberly, Hardeman, Graybill &, Cos., E. Sinclair, Isaac Scott, Charles Col lins, L. &. VV. Cowles. GEORGIA COURT CALENDAR. Our Georgia Court Calendar, for 1839, is now ready for delivery. It con'ains the correct time for holding the Superior and Inferior Courts in the different Coun ties of the State — : the days of the month—and the Re. turn Days for each Court. It will be found very useful to Attorneys, Corporate Institutions, Clerks, and others having much business with any of our Courts. The following is the opinion of several gentlemen (members of the Bar) in this city, who have examined the Calendar : Macon, March 21, 1839. To C. R. Han letter : We have examined your “ Georgia Court Calendar, for the year 1839,” and find it generally very correct, and recommend it to the patronage of the Bar most particularly. It is the most complete reference sheet ol the same character printed in the State,and weearuest ly hope that your Calendar may he profitable to you in proportion to its very high merit ns a Court Index. McDonald, Powers &. Franklin, Poe & Nisbet, Tracy Sl Gresham, James Smith, John Lamar, I. O. Seymcur. KrSingk- copies, • !—or *8 per dozen.' <lrders from a distance, nutating the cimA, a.id l**t /«<d, respeot tally solicited and promptly attended to. MACON VOLUNTEERS! APPEAR on your Parade Ground,on TUESDAY, the 16th instant, at 9 o'clock. A. M., in full uat fiirm, prepared for inspection. By order, DANELLY, Ist Sergeant. April 13 23 ATTENTION RIBB CAVALRY. YOU are hereby ordered to appear on your Parada Ground, in front of the Court House, on Tuesday the Kill instant, at 10 o'clock, A. M., in full uniform, tor drill and inspection. By order of Capt. Eckley. LEE, Sergeant. April 13 25 MACON MECHANICS’ SOCIETY. THE Macon Mechanics’ Society will hold a Called Meeting, THIS EVENING, at 7J o’clock, at the Old Mansion House. By order, I. F. BROWN. Secretary. April 13 23 NOTICE. DR. E. L. STROHECKER offers his professional services to the inhabitants of Macon and vicini ty. Office Commerce Row, over Levi Eckley’s. April 13 23b ew>*fi For Norfolk, Va., Direct—and -vae 1 passage thence to Richmond, Va., Wash ington City, Baltimore and Philadelphia. The superior und well known sea steamer SOjjjTH CAROLINA, Capt. Coffey, is now receiving passen gers at, and will leave the Atlantic Steam Packet wharf, foot of Da ure ns street, immediately after the arrival of the Rail Road Cars, on Siturday Afternoon , 13th inst. Passage ami fare, 825, to Norfolk. Apply personally, or by fetter, to WILLIAM PATTON, Agent, 6 Fitzsimons’ wharf. N. B.’The GEORGIA succeeds the South tfarolina, nnd will leave on Saturday, the 20th April. After which these boats will run regularly, one leaving as above ev ery Saturday afternoon, as soon as the Kail Road Cars arrive, not earlier than 4 or later than 5 o'clock, P. M. lO" The Augusta, Savannah, Macon and Columbus, Geo. papers will each please insert the above 3 times. April 13 25p JUST RECEIVED, ON CONSIGNMENT, 20,000 fine HAVANA CI GARS, for sale low for cash, bv C. L. HO WLAN If April 13 25 New Spring and Summer Goods. L. & W. COWLES ARE now receiving at their Store. No. 4 Commerce Row, adjoining Mr. Levi Eckley. a general assort ment of Spring and Summer Goods, selected with care front the New York, Philadelphia and Charleston mar kets, to which they respectfully invite the attention of their friends and the public generally—in their stock will be found— Light Summer Silks plain and figured, Handsome French Muslins, Printed Lawns, French Cambrics, British and American Prints, French Worked Colin sand Cuff*, Fancy Handkerchiefs, Silk Nett Shawls und Scarfs, Bonnets, Ribbons, Artificial Flowers, Curls, Laces, Hosiery, Printed Satteens for Children’s Dresses, with Coron ation and Victoria Braids to suit, Irish Linens, Table Damask and Diaper, Linen Sheetings, Bombazines, Linen Drillings, Vestings, Cravats, Stocks anil Collars, Gentlemen and Ladies Umbrellas nnd Parasols, A large supply of Domestics ot all kinds. Macon, April 13 23 NEW HOOKS. THE Bench anil Bar. by the author of Random Re collections. The Women of England, by Sarah Stuekney Ellis. Oliver Twist, complete, illustrated. Jack Adams, the mutineer, bv Capt. Cramier. Neal 'Malone and other tales*of Ireland, by W. H. Carter >u. . Cobh's Silk Manuel. Treaties on the Culture of Silk and Mums Multicaulis. Prince and the Pedlar. The Wise Men of Gotham, hv Paulding. Third part of Public and Private Economy, by Sedgwick. Elvira, the Nabob’s Wife. Hume, Smaller, and Miller's His tory of England, brought down to George IV., with il lustrations, a beautiful Library edition, for sale at the Book and Music Store of C. A. ELLS. April 13 25_ , Exchange on Tennessee and Kentucky. /"'’HECKS on the Branch of the South Western Rail A-'' Rond Bank, at Knoxville, constantly for sale at the OC MU LG EE BANK. March 16 21c {Q“ The Messenger and Telegraph will insert in the | inner form, 2 months. ( ; " New Clothing Store. R. W. MORRIS & CO HAVING located themselves in the store formerly occupied hv Wtn. ri. Johnson & Cos. (east side Vlulherry street,) are now opening an extensive assort ! uient of Ready-Made Clothing, of the latest fashions, anil of superior workmanship which will be SOU) CHEAP FOR CASH. There stock consists in part of the following, viz : Super blue Cloth Clonks, Goat’s hair Camlet Wrappers, Brown and mixed Cloth Overcoats, Invisible Green do. Mohair and Beaver Cloth do. Pilot Cloth do. Blanket Hunting Coats, Kentnckv Jeans] rock and Dress Coats Beaver Cloth Frock do. Pilot Cloth Hunting Coats, Super blue Cloth Frock and Dress Coats, Do. black do. do. do.. do. Do. invisible green and brown do. 350 Vests, comprising all styles and descriptions, Victoria and Coronation Cassimere Pants, Black and Blue Cassimrre do, Fancy Striped and Ribbed do. Satinet and Kentucky Jeans do. ALSO, A general assortment of Stocks, Collars, Suspenders, I Gloves, Iloisery, Linen Shirts, Cotton do. with Linen Bosoms, A general assortment of Boots, Shoes and Pumps. Super Silk and Cotton Umbrellas, Leather Trunks and Carpet Bags, Purchasers are invited to call nnd examine ourstock. October 27 3ml Prospectus of the CORSAIR, a GAZETTE OF LITERATURE, DRAMAT- I\ If, NEWS and CRITICISM, FASHION and NOVELTY. —N. P. Willis and T. O. Porter propose to issue, weekly, in the city of New York, a paper of the above designation and character. It is their design to present as amusing a periodical as can be made from the current wit, humor, and literature of the times, to collect the spirit not oniv ol English, but of French and German belles letters : to give dramatic criticisms with vigilant impartiality and care: in shorf, to picture the age in its literature and fashion, its eccentricities and amusements. As the practical law of copv right secures to tliem, free of expense, the labors of Boz, Scribe and Balzac, with die whole arm of foreign writers, they cannot at present, (consistently with pocket wisdom so well understood by American publishers) offeranv thing for American productions. Their critienl department, however, will lie always on the nlert for native litera ture, and to the best of their ability thev will keep a running gnage of the merits to compatriot authors. They see their way verv clearly without crowding upon the track of nny weekly periodical, and abstain ing from more particular professions, they take leave to nsstire their friends, that it the harvest of event, wit. genius and pnetrv, fail not over the world, they can hardly fail to furnish them with an agreeable pHper. Terms.—Five dollars per annum, in advance. Ad dress the Editors, by until. Tlie CORtiAIR will appear early in the iiioti'li of Msreh IK'Xt. New York. J,.n. M3O.